Okay, not only is the weather gorgeous AGAIN, but the chores are already done and I have the entire day free to sit at my desk and work on the novel! (And ditto for Thursday — the Agency already texted at 5:30AM this morning and asked if I could work an 8-hour shift on Thursday, but I passed. I wanted another entire day here to make more headway in completing the novel.)
Yay!
And even though I keep having my doubts that the publisher will ever be able to get distribution for this utterly intense, boundary-pushing, beyond-politically-incorrect novel once it’s completed, here’s this:
And there’s also this —
One of those guys whose spirit keeps me writing:
I hung out on MacDougal Street a lot (and that’s putting it mildly) when I was a folk singer/songwriter in NYC, back in the 1980s. The San Remo Cafe was already closed by then. But the spirit of all those amazing writers, painters, artists of all sorts, were all over that street. It was an incredible time, even in the 1980s.
And here’s this, just because I saw the photo on Instagram this morning, and they, too, are on MacDougal Street and have been there forever:
Cafe Wha? and Minetta Tavern.
If you check all the links above, you will likely be astounded by the history & the talent that hung out at all three of those places over the decades. The vibe on that street was like nothing else I’d ever felt.
And here’s something–
Dennis sent me the link to this video the other night. I had sort of forgotten about it — a song I wrote for Hank Williams (and other Country singers like him) a long time ago. It kind of fits the atmosphere above.
(This is a demo, just me and my guitar in my room, 1992.)
LONG GONE TRAIN
There are men who were doomed to the legend
Of their own despair
Who linger like an echoed moaning
On a cold black air
They were lean high-rollers in the shadow
Of a ball and chain
Who were beckoned to their call to glory
From a long gone train.
Men who had railed at the virtue of their own reward
Who smothered in the lonesome comfort
Of a long black Ford
And the Sheriff who was called to the scene
In a driving rain
Sent the body home on the rails
Of a long gone train.
CHORUS:
Cold as the steal rail line that delivered him to fame
Beaten by the hustler’s dream that had robbed his name
Driven by the fury in a heart that was real as rain
It all disappears in the slow procession
Of a long gone train.
Men who concealed their condition
From the broad daylight
Who would rage it wild and reckless
At the cruel limelight
And while the sane bystanders at the apron of the stage complained
How they wept at the mournful passing
Of a long gone train.
REPEAT CHORUS
There are men who will rail at the virtue of their own reward
Who will smother in the lonesome comfort of a long black Ford
And the Sheriff who is called to the scene in a driving rain
Will send the body home on the rails
Of a long gone train.
REPEAT CHORUS
© 1992 Marilyn Jaye Lewis
FIRST OF MAY SONGS, BMI
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Before I forget, from yesterday afternoon — I guess we have another week of intense psyops ahead:
From il donaldo trumpo:
GONNA NEED MORE POPCORN THIS WEEK!!!🍿🍿🍿
And Phil is supposed to be live again tonight, this time at 7PM eastern time. Check later to confirm. UPDATE: It will be tomorrow night, same time.
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Okay, so yesterday was incredible!
Steve and I met for lunch at the Three Tigers Brewing Co in Granville. And even though we reminisced a little bit about our mutual friend Kent, we mostly talked about Steve’s utter exhaustion.
He got married late in life to a much younger woman and now, at the lofty age of 65, he is the father of four children, between the ages of 4 and 17 (!!). And they absolutely wear him out!!
But we had a great time, even though that other guy I mentioned recently, who is one of my favorite people on Earth and who was allegedly the chef there, no longer works there. Ah well. Perhaps I’ll run into him again somewhere in Granville when I least expect it.
However–
Remember that young guy I wrote about recently, who was working a register at the Rural King and who blew me away with his “Wild Thing-ness”, even though I am old enough to be his grandmother??
He was working a register at the Rural King again yesterday. And he still blew me away with his Wild Thing-ness! But the difference was that he was actually flirting with me yesterday. Even though I am old enough to be his grandmother.
I am pretty sure it was because I was wearing that Bowie T-shirt Wayne made for me a few years ago. I was getting checked out by guys everywhere yesterday, of all ages, and even by a few short-haired young women who, I’m guessing, don’t identify too vigorously as “female”.
Anyway. Wow!! What a great day!! I texted Wayne later and, once again, thanked him profusely for sending me that T-shirt! (He designed it for me, for my birthday about 6 years ago.)
And here’s me wearing it in Rhinebeck, NY, 6 years ago (when I was already old enough to be everybody’s grandmother!):
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Speaking of Rhinebeck, NY — Sandra has already had her meeting with the director of our staged reading for “The Guide to Being Fabulous” in NYC. She’s going to give me the update on Thursday. I cannot wait!! And at that point, I can probably post more details publicly on the blog! We shall see!
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My first husband, Chong Foun Kee, who lives in Seattle, texted me yesterday to alert me that Barbara Eden has turned 94 !!
This is why it is imperative that you marry someone your own age, gang, even if it ends in divorce! And even if they come from far-flung lands like Singapore, chances are they can still share your important childhood cultural events and then alert you to these important updates decades later!!
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This was GREAT!
From James Tabor–
The Fading of the Jesus Family: Phase Two (37 mins):
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This was also incredible. I watched it about 5 or 6 times, because it goes by really quick. A 2-minute tik-tok video about the truth of the Vietnam War.
From General Flynn’s telegram page the other day:
“She’s not CRAZY and she most definitely is NOT a CONSPIRACY THEORIST! The truth hurts but it has to be stated.”
And also — keep this is mind:
Rear Admiral George S. Morrison commanded the U.S. naval forces in the Gulf of Tonkin during the August 1964 incident — he was Jim Morrison’s father.
Jim Morrison was allegedly murdered by his CIA handler, after years of being MK Ultra’d by them (LSD, etc).
Also, the CIA assassinated Ngô Đình Diệm in 1963 — a mere 21 days before they took out JFK for being anti-CIA and for not wanting the USA to get involved in Vietnam….
Hmmmm…..
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All righty!!
On that cheery note! Let’s move on…
Nick Cave sent out the official announcement for the upcoming tour of Australia and New Zealand!
“Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds will bring their acclaimed WILD GOD TOUR to Australia and New Zealand in January and February 2026, their first shows in the region since 2017.
“These unmissable events will be held in outdoor settings in Sydney, Melbourne, Perth and Brisbane, with indoor shows in Adelaide and Wellington, New Zealand.
“Tickets are on sale Friday 29 August at 10am local time from nickcave.com”
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And then here’s this!
As we wait for Baden-Baden, Germany!
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And I think that is it for today!!
I’m gonna get started here on The Curse of Our Profound Disorder!!
Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Breakfast-listening-music!!
We are still on a Monkees kick around here, but we’ve moved on to their hugely popular second album, More of The Monkees!!
A fantastic song, written by Michael Nesmith, who was a member of The Monkees. “Mary, Mary” 1967. Enjoy, gang!!!!
“Mary, Mary”
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, can I go too.
This one thing I will vow ya,
I’d rather die than to live without ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, tell me truly
What did I do to make you leave me.
Whatever it was I didn’t mean to,
You know I never would try and hurt ya.
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
What more, Mary, can I do
To prove my love is truly yours?
I’ve done more now than a clear-thinkin’ man would do.
Mary, Mary, it’s not over.
Where you go, I will follow.
‘Til I win your love again
And walk beside you,
But until then.
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, where you goin’ to?
Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, Mary, where you goin’ to?
c – 1967 Michael Nesmith
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