I thought I’d help out the electrician and practice replacing my breaker panel before he gets here!!

My actual breaker panel:

Easy-peasy!!

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Okay.

Sorry I’m late.

But it seems like every single one of my days off for the last several weeks has centered around a repairman of some kind — HVAC, carpenter, electrician, plumber — coming to do some work.

I’m not complaining AT ALL, this old house gets better by the minute, but it does sort of make my routine get a little screwy.

HOWEVER!

My cold is all gone and I’m sleeping through the nights now, so that is just making things feel incredible around here, day off or not.

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If any of you are writers, or know a writer, who would be willing to write a 2-3 paragraph review of The Curse of Our Profound Disorder in exchange for a review copy (probably digital), please email me!!

The review would be for any online venue who would be willing to post it — non-paying, but you’d get a byline.

ME: marilynjayelewis@protonmail.com

The book is set to come out in early September. So the review would be needed by summer.

The novel is not erotica, so is not strictly for Adults Only, but due to potentially disturbing subject matter in parts, for “Mature Readers” is recommended.

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All righty.

Here’s this!

The Rolling Stones in London, in 1963!

And here’s something else they did in London in 1963!! “I Wanna Be Your Man” — their first single, written by Lennon/McCartney!

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And here’s this!

Leave it to Phyllis Stein to provide PROOF that Françoise Hardy was indeed photographed with absolutely everybody!!

Willy DeVille and Françoise Hardy, Paris, 1985:

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This was sad.

Today is the anniversary of this tragic death, back in 1963:

And here’s a truly great one by Patsy:

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Here’s this!

I loved how cozy and peaceful this looked. Especially after such a tormented life for Vincent.

Theo and Vincent van Gogh, brothers eternally side by side.

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And I loved this!

Joey Ramone:

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If you’re going to be in LA on April 4th, here’s this!

At the Whisky a Go Go — The Motels!

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And here’s Ronnie!!

Tuning up in 1975:

And a couple of great photos of Keith when he was a wee bonny lad!

Keith, with bike — not smoking:

Keith with umbrella — not smoking:

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I was surprised to discover this!

Nick Cave, long ago, with a very advanced review copy of The Curse of Our Profound Disorder!!

But speaking of Nick Cave–

He sent out another really beautiful Red Hand File this morning, wherein he was giving advice and encouragement to a songwriter, who is trying to write a song for his deceased son. Nick said in part:

“…While the idea is lovely, I wouldn’t worry too much about writing a song for your son, Mac. It might be counterproductive to try to impose too much influence on this creative stream you’re experiencing. I rather believe that Mac, in some strange but very real way I cannot fully explain, is the one actually writing the songs. He is the spiritual exuberance at the centre of this burst of activity. You are always writing about him…”

You can read it in full here.

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Well, if you can believe it, it is now 2 and a half hours since I first started writing this post!

The electrician arrived and is now gone! And will be back probably next Thursday…. Ah, well.

Meanwhile…

I’m gonna get the rest of this day-off underway!

Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

In honor of yet another rainy day here in the Hinterlands.

This absolute gem from Shane MacGowan!

As usual, I can remember lying on my bed and playing this EP in my dark little hovel of a room in Paradise, on E.12th Street in NYC, back in 1986. I thought Shane MacGowan was such an incredible songwriter. He blew me away. It feels like yesterday.

From “Poguetry in Motion,” by The Pogues, produced by Elvis Costello. “A Rainy Night in Soho,” 1986. Enjoy, gang.

“A Rainy Night In Soho”

I’ve been loving you a long time
Down all the years, down all the days
And I’ve cried for all your troubles
Smiled at your funny little ways

We watched our friends grow up together
And we saw them as they fell
Some of them fell into Heaven
Some of them fell into Hell

I took shelter from a shower
And I stepped into your arms
On a rainy night in Soho
The wind was whistling all its charms

I sang you all my sorrows
You told me all your joys
Whatever happened to that old song?
To all those little girls and boys?

Sometimes I wake up in the morning
The ginger lady by my bed
Covered in a cloak of silence
I hear you talking in my head

I’m not singing for the future
I’m not dreaming of the past
I’m not talking of the first time
I never think about the last

Now this song is nearly over
We may never find out what it means
Still there’s a light I hold before me
And you’re the measure of my dreams, the measure of my dreams

c – 1986 Shane Patrick Lysaght Macgowan