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It sure is hitting the fan, isn’t it?

But I am seriously not gonna go there.

I think I have an idea of the script they might be working from, an overview maybe? — they are pushing utter chaos. From all corners. And multiplied by the National Guard already in place in — what? — 19 States?

I’m not touching it. But it’s looking pretty good. IMO.

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Meanwhile.

Here’s more from the Stones in the RCA recording studio in Los Angeles in 1965 (photos by Gered Mankowitz)–

I love how (the late-great) Ian Stewart is looking right at the camera:

And just FYI, Keith was barely 22 years old in 1965!!

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Before I forget–

Ever since I upgraded to the iPhone 16e, my eyes have really been killing me. Even though the phone goes to “night” during the night, I can’t do the “night” setting all day long. It also hurts my eyes. And I have the brightness turned down as low as I reasonably can while still being able to see the screen…

I have a blue-light filter on my laptop, but I can’t find one on the iPhone 16e.

So I bought a pair of those “reader” glasses that filter out blue light and, WOW, gang! Immediately, my eyes felt so much better.

Not while looking at the phone — my eyes didn’t bother me while I was looking at the phone, it was when I was done looking at the phone and trying to live the rest of my life. My eyes were really going downhill fast.

These blue light blockers instantaneously made a difference in how everything looks when I’m done looking at the phone. I am so glad I decided to try them.

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I know, I know, I know, I know, I know.

I said I wasn’t going to keep posting photos of Nick Cave from now until January 17th, when the next tour starts

But here’s this!

Just so beautiful. And not just the hair…

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And as for everything else…

I got a couple of loads of laundry underway here. And I also have to do some quick vacuuming.

Then it’s all about The Curse of our Profound Disorder until I have to leave for my shift with the retired Minister and his lovely wife later this afternoon!

Then 3 more days off this coming week!

Yes, I have no clue how I can afford to live on 4 shifts a week for the remainder of the month, but I guess we’re gonna find out!!

I really, really, really need to get the novel done, so that I can send it off and then focus on the upcoming projects with Sandra.

And as soon as I can tell you more about all this, I will!

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And I think that’s it.

Have a beautiful Sunday wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!!

Yes, I have now moved to the playlist of “songs I was listening to 6 years ago”. As if 5 years ago wasn’t enough of a mindfuck… (Who on Earth thought up this idea to create playlists of songs I had in heavy rotation so many years ago??)

Well, first off, it’s heavy on the Tom Petty. And Nick Cave. And Lyle Lovett.

But I leave you with this!

Another treasure from my wee bonny girlhood, that apparently I was once again re-visiting heavily when I was 59.

“Father and Son” by Cat Stevens, from his 1970 album, Tea for the Tillerman.

I really, really loved this song when I was about 12, alone in my room. I’m guessing you can readily grasp why. But it’s interesting that all these years later, when it came on the playlist while I was driving to town yesterday — I realized I can still relate, but now from the other side.

Okay. Enjoy, gang,

“Father and Son”

[Father]
It’s not time to make a change
Just relax, take it easy
You’re still young, that’s your fault
There’s so much you have to know
Find a girl, settle down
If you want you can marry
Look at me
I am old, but I’m happy
I was once like you are now
And I know that it’s not easy
To be calm
When you’ve found something going on
But take your time, think a lot
Why, think of everything you’ve got
For you will still be here tomorrow
But your dreams may not

[Son]
How can I try to explain?
When I do, he turns away again
It’s always been the same
Same old story
From the moment I could talk
I was ordered to listen
Now there’s a way
And I know that I have to go away
I know, I have to go

[Father & (Son)]
It’s not time to make a change (Away, away, away)
Just sit down, take it slowly
You’re still young, that’s your fault (I know)
There’s so much you have to go through (I have to make this decision)
Find a girl, settle down (Alone)
If you want you can marry
Look at me (No)
I am old, but I’m happy

Son & (Father)]
All the times that I’ve cried (Stay, stay, stay)
Keeping all the things I knew inside
It’s hard
But it’s harder to ignore it (Why must you go)
If they were right, I’d agree (And make this decision)
But it’s them they know, not me (Alone)
Now there’s a way
And I know that I have to go away
I know, I have to go

c – 1970 – Cat Stevens/ Yusuf

Just a quick howdy from the Hinterlands

If you saw my update from late yesterday afternoon, you can guess that I am in good spirits around here.

I am of course very aware of all that is going on out in the rest of the world. If you have followed this blog for any amount of time, you already know what side I’m on and what I am likely to believe right now.

I think it is an astounding plan and I am quietly amazed by how well it’s going. That’s all I really want to post about it, though.

From Mike King

Nice work, ‘Charlie.’ Enjoy your new life.

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Other than that, things really are quiet around here. But that’s an okay thing.

I’m heading out soon to see my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man. I am trying to get the very most out of every moment with him these days, gang, because he is definitely expressing — in no uncertain terms — that he has had a really wonderful life and he is “ready to go upstairs”. And since his recent 95th birthday, his energy is definitely changing,

His private nurse is trying hard to come up with ways to change his outlook; to re-engage him. But she thinks like a nurse, and I think like a minister. Obviously, I will feel a true emptiness whenever it is that he ends up crossing over. I have enjoyed every single moment of knowing him.

However, I feel it is my duty to him to support his flow, his journey, to simply be beside him in the moments he has left here. Not to fight against his spirit. So my concentration these days is just in being there with him and sharing in all the joy he remembers from a life that has been very well lived.

But it is intense, gang — that moment when I walk in his kitchen door now. One of these days, and obviously we don’t know when, but one of these days everything will be over.

Meanwhile…

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Here’s this.

A fun photo of Keith and Charlie, taken in the RCA recording studio in Los Angeles, in 1965. Photo by Gered Mankowitz.

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And I guess I’m not going to post a photo of Nick Cave every single day between now and January 17th, when the Bad Seeds’ tour of Australia gets underway, so we can just part with this, for now:

Nick and Conway. Doing what we all loved doing back then!

I’m guessing there will be photos on Sept. 23rd. We shall see!

Meanwhile, Autumn is really right around the corner now. Summer is done.

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I’m going to try to get a tiny bit of editing work done on The Curse of Our Profound Disorder before I head to town this morning, so I’m gonna scoot.

Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

This song is the ONLY song on the playlist from “songs I was listening to 5 years ago” that was actually a new song 5 years ago!

The absolutely only song! And the playlist lasts one hour.

I really loved the Ghosteen album when it came out. So much. But as time goes on, I just find that it gets sadder and sadder for me, and it is so hard to listen to.

When this song came on, it surprised me that it was on the list. And the intensity of the song was just sort of spellbinding.

Anyway. I leave you with a song that was actually a new song, 5 years ago!

Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds, “Waiting for You”, 2019. From Ghosteen. Enjoy, gang.

“Waiting for You”

All through the night we drove
And the wind caught her hair
And we parked on the beach
In the cool evening air
Well, sometimes it’s better not to say anything at all

Your body is an anchor
Never asked to be free
Just want to stay in the business
Of making you happy
Well, I’m just waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you

A priest runs through the chapel
All the calendars are turning
A Jesus freak on the street
Says He is returning
Well, sometimes a little bit of faith
Can go a long, long way

Your soul is my anchor
I never asked to be freed
Well, sleep now, sleep now
Take as long as you need
Cause I’m just waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
Waiting for you
To return
To return
To return

c – 2019 Nick Cave

Off to town soon!

And it is another really stunning day!

I’ll be seeing my favorite 95-year-old Japanese man today. And it’s our day to get sashimi and sake. And maybe stop at the Nature Preserve again on the way home, because it is such a beautiful day.

Although, sometimes we just sit in the car with the windows open and look at all the nature, because he is sometimes too tired to get out of the car and be in all the nature.

Still, there is plenty of nature to look at!

Spring Valley Nature Preserve, Granville

And then it’s also my day to run some quick errands in town on my way home, but it should still be an easy, lovely day. We shall see!!

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Phil did indeed do his live last night.

The conclusions he comes to about Charlie Kirk essentially match what Mike King said yesterday morning.

Here is Phil’s replay of you missed it .

Charlie Kirk – September 11th, 2025 (2 hr 24 mins):

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And here’s this!

First off, Nick Cave‘s official Instagram site announced this morning that on September 15th there will be an announcement about something that will happen on July 31, 2026! Yay! What could be more exciting??

And here’s this!

The final set list of Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe 2025! Practically the best encore ever!! (I don’t actually know what would be the “Best Encore Ever”, I’m just sayin’ this one is really great!)

And a few photos from the final night of the tour — in Luxembourg:

And here’s this!!

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Okay!

And if you saw my cryptic update from yesterday afternoon

Wow, gang.

I am getting ready to be CRAZY busy. Again. And so I must take every moment I can for what’s left of September to FINISH The Curse of Our Profound Disorder, and then get it off to the publisher, poste haste– and to Wayne!! So that the novel can finally be done (first draft, at least) and I can, once again, clear my desk for some Sandra-related projects that will likely take over my life.

Yay!

We shall see, gang. I will let you in on more details as talks progress.

Meanwhile, we’re really happy over here.

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And I guess that’s it for now. I gotta scoot.

Enjoy your Friday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!

I’m not sure when I’m gonna stop playing that playlist from 5 years ago

What a weird time warp it creates: “Here! Listen to some songs you loved listening to 5 years ago, that were already really old songs 5 years ago!”

And it turns out, I still love them so now I can’t quit playing them!!

Ironically, here’s this for today!!

Tom Petty, “Time to Move On”, 1994. From his wildly successful solo album, Wildflowers. Enjoy, gang.

“Time To Move On”

It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going

Broken skyline, movin’ through the airport
She’s an honest defector
Conscientious objector
Now her own protector

Broken skyline, which way to love land
Which way to something better
Which way to forgiveness
Which way do I go

It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going

Sometime later, getting the words wrong
Wasting the meaning and losing the rhyme
Nauseous adrenaline
Like breakin’ up a dogfight
Like a deer in the headlights
Frozen in real time
I’m losing my mind

It’s time to move on, time to get going
What lies ahead, I have no way of knowing
But under my feet, baby, grass is growing
It’s time to move on, it’s time to get going

c – 1994 Tom Petty

A “Holy McMoly” Update!!

Wow, gang.

Just got off the phone with Sandra and in addition to some great news about “The Guide to Being Fabulous” (which I am not at liberty to discuss yet), she had some ABSOLUTELY FANTASTIC other news, about a BRAND NEW project that I am ALSO not at liberty to discuss yet!!!

But, gang, I am on Cloud 9!!!!!

I will keep you posted when I can, but it will be a while. But I am over the moon!!

Also.

I discovered THIS while looking for something else just now!!!!

And it is signed in INK. This was given to my birth dad, who was career Navy (a Navy SEAL, actually).

I have since ordered a frame for it (and for 2 other citations for him from Vietnam that I just “found” but signed by other people) so that I can hang them on my wall.

Wow.

Yes! Signed “Richard Nixon” in ink.

These citations have been sitting in my storage closet for nearly 40 years!!!

Okay, gotta scoot!! Need to finish The Curse Of Our Profound Disorder before my life gets completely out of control!!!

I love you guys. See ya!

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That’s all I’m going to post about yesterday.

Tonight, Phil goes live at 7PM. Primarily because today is the anniversary of 9-11. But also, because of Charlie Kirk.

Check here later to confirm, but I seriously HOPE he does not cancel.

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Okay.

I’m posting late because Bobby McGee and Freddie McFee had their post-surgery follow-up visit to the vet this morning, and they passed with flying colors.

They are now free to go on with their frisky little lives!

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Okay.

So as of this moment, I have the rest of the day off.

I’ve already taken my walk — and, wow, what a gorgeous morning it is out there. Unbelievable.

I sure could use an afternoon, hanging with my Q-following friend at Tequilaville — yesterday wore us both out.

But as luck would have it, we’re having lunch together on Monday — to belatedly celebrate her recent birthday — at Three Tigers Brewing Co in Granville!! So I’m just going to hang around here today and write.

3 Tigers Brewing Co

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Here’s this.

From Instagram yesterday–

I’m posting this because he was my cousin. He was actually first cousins with my Grandma — my favorite person on Earth. Their fathers were brothers. They all came over from Poland together, in the early 1900s.

Star of stage & screen in the 1930s & 40s, John Garfield:

John Garfield

Oh, and here’s this:

“…Near the end of his life, in an effort to clear his name, Garfield began work on an article for Look magazine, in which he would denounce communism without “naming names”; his lawyer advised him to concede that he had been “duped” into contributing time and money to communist front groups.[11] He then arranged to meet with the FBI to press his case. At the meeting, however, the FBI representatives showed him a dossier on his wife Roberta (known as “Robbe”), which included her old Communist Party membership card and cancelled checks to events sponsored by the party, and said that the FBI would clear him if he signed a statement betraying Robbe as a Communist. Garfield instead responded with an angry expletive and walked out of the meeting.[11] Writer and director Abraham Polonsky, who worked with him on two films, stated that Garfield ‘defended his street boy’s honor and they killed him for it.‘”

[Hmmm… murdered for his alleged politics. Where have we heard that before?]

Oh, and here’s a photo of me and my older brother with my Grandma, my above-mentioned favorite person on Earth, on the shores of Lake Erie, in Cleveland, in 1966.

And just for your information — she was raped to death (her heart exploded) in her hospital bed, after open-heart surgery, at age 89. In Cleveland. My favorite person on Earth.

The shit never stops, does it, gang?

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Onward.

Okay.

From last night’s sold out show in Luxembourg!

The alleged set list, but it seems that sometimes they veer from the official list. Still, the fantastic enocre (sometimes known as “an encore”) continues:

And Nick (and Colin) apparently took in some art yesterday. Here’s Nick:

And also —

Nick with a happy fan yesterday:

No, I’m not going to say a single solitary THING about how short his hair is here… I’m only going to say that whoever is in charge of ensuring his hair is never above his shoulders, needs to be re-assigned to a different task, pronto.

Okay! And from the actual show!!

And tonight, is the FINAL show of the tour!!

I suddenly got extremely tired…

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And here’s this again, just because, gang, you have no idea how much this is helping me move forward around here! It’s taped to my wall now, by my desk, and I read it constantly. And I work on the novel.

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And that’s it for now.

I love you guys. Let’s just hang in there.

And enjoy our Thursday, wherever we are in the world.

Thanks for visiting.

See ya.

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Again, from the playlist of 5 years ago!!

Kind of suits today, doesn’t it?

Don Henley, “The End of the Innocence”. 1989. From the album of the same name. Play it quietly. Look up at the sky. Remember everything you’ve ever known in your life. And then enjoy, gang.

“The End Of The Innocence”

Remember when the days were long
And rolled beneath a deep blue sky
Didn’t have a care in the world
With mommy and daddy standin’ by
But “happily ever after” fails
And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers dwell on small details
Since daddy had to fly

But I know a place where we can go
That’s still untouched by men
We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
You can lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence

O’ beautiful, for spacious skies
But now those skies are threatening
They’re beating plowshares into swords
For this tired old man that we elected king
Armchair warriors often fail
And we’ve been poisoned by these fairy tales
The lawyers clean up all details
Since daddy had to lie

But I know a place where we can go
And wash away this sin
We’ll sit and watch the clouds roll by
And the tall grass waves in the wind
Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair spill all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence

Who knows how long this will last
Now we’ve come so far, so fast
But, somewhere back there in the dust
That same small town in each of us
I need to remember this
So baby give me just one kiss
And let me take a long last look
Before we say goodbye

Just lay your head back on the ground
And let your hair fall all around me
Offer up your best defense
But this is the end
This is the end of the innocence

c – 1989 – Don Henley, Bruce Hornsby

A happy Wednesday from the Hinterlands!

Well, the writing went great yesterday. And one of the great things about when writing goes great — is being able to read it over afterwards and realize it still needs work.

To me, that’s a good thing — knowing when I’ve got something but it could still be tighter.

I’m going to try to get back to it quickly here this morning, because I’ve got back-to-back shifts again today and won’t have time to do any writing when I get back here later tonight.

However, it will be 2 great shifts today!

My favorite 95-year-old Japanese client!!

Followed by enough time to stop for lunch again HERE:

OOPS! Of course, I meant HERE — at the Subway that’s around the corner from where my adorable client Molly used to live:

And BTW, they play the best music there — Classic Country. The real stuff, from the old days!

And then, off to my next favorite client — the retired Chaplain who is back from Florida!!

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Okay!

Finished watching the documentary “Sad Vacation — The Last Days of Sid and Nancy'” last night. It was sad, but good. Definitely a trip down Memory Lane. Not a particularly happy trip, but it did bring back memories.

While watching it, I suddenly recalled that I was away at college when all that happened to Sid and Nancy. I remember how shocking it was back then (Fall, 1978).

I went to college so briefly (3 months) that it was sort of shocking just to think I have any memories at all from that time away at school. But I do.

I hated college — my parents forced me to go. All I really wanted to do was go to NYC and be a singer-songwriter, but they both were, like: NO. You’re going to college.

I was really smart, and graduated in the top of my class in high school — was one of 2 Valedictorians. Graduated with Honors, etc. But that didn’t mean I wanted to keep doing it. At all. I absolutely hated school.

Anyway. So I was forced to go to college — I went here:

I made every effort to attend classes but the classes were so fucking boring. Honestly, the old TV show from 1969, Room 222, was way more interesting than college was!! Honestly. It really was. And it was a show about high school. (What a great show.)

So I eventually said: Fuck this. And quit going to classes and mostly stayed around my dorm room and watched reruns of M*A*S*H

…and just generally got drunk with my roommates in the evenings (they were all studying to be Engineers). (Oh, and the ubiquitous sex and sex and sex and sex….) (with both guys and gals) (It was the 1970s, after all…)

Until it was time to go home for Christmas and I informed my family that I had dropped out.

They were super excited to hear that!

“We’re just so proud of you!!”

HOWEVER– after a quick move out to California (hated it there, too), and then back to Ohio to work in a factory (hated it there, too) — I eventually wound up in NYC — YAY!!. Became a singer-songwriter– YAY!!

AND– got a degree in Audio Engineering there in 1981, as luck would have it. Top of my class.

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Okay!!

I did start watching “Room 37: The Mysterious Death of Johnny Thunders” last night. It is intense. I can tell it’s going to be creepy, but that’s all I can discern, so far.

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And now I gotta scoot, so here’s this!!

TONIGHT!!

In Luxembourg!! The first of 2 sold out shows and then Nick Cave’s Solo Tour of Europe with Colin Greenwood on bass comes to a close!!

So, wake up and get moving, gang!! It’s almost showtime!!

Probably my most favorite photo of Nick Cave and Rowland S. Howard from the old days. Here, they are most likely thinking about how boring college is…

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And that’s it. I’m outta here!

Enjoy your Wednesday, wherever you are in the world!!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I leave you with this!!

Another song from that playlist of songs I was listening to 5 years ago!!! (That playlist is a real mindfuck, gang, but in the best way.)

Bruce Springsteen, “The Price You Pay”, 1980. From his fantastic album, The River. Which, as fate would have it, came out right before I moved to NYC!! Okay. Enjoy, gang.

“The Price You Pay”

You make up your mind, you choose the chance you take
You ride to where the highway ends and the desert breaks
Out on to an open road, you ride until the day
You learn to sleep at night with the price you pay

Now with their hands held high, they reached out for the open skies
And in one last breath, they built the roads they’d ride to their death
Driving on through the night, unable to break away
From the restless pull of the price you pay

Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you can’t walk away from the price you pay

Now they come so far and they’ve waited so long
Just to end up caught in a dream where everything goes wrong
Where the dark of night holds back the light of the day
And you’ve gotta stand and fight for the price you pay

Oh, the price you pay, oh, the price you pay
Now you can’t walk away from the price you pay

Little girl, down on the strand with that pretty little baby in your hands
Do you remember the story of the promised land?
How he crossed the desert sands and could not enter the chosen land
On the banks of the river, he stayed to face the price you pay

So let the game start, you better run, you little wild heart
You can run through all the nights and all the days
But just across the county line, a stranger passing through put up a sign
That counts the men fallen away to the price you pay
And girl, before the end of the day
I’m gonna tear it down and throw it away

c – 1980 Bruce Springsteen