Honestly, some day soon — I hope — I will be able to post to the blog all the details of everything that is just getting off-the-charts amazing around here! The news from Peitor yesterday about our TV project blew my mind!
And I’m really having to start to face the fact that I might not have a free moment of downtime for the next three years…
But in the meantime, all I can say is that I need WAY MORE than one day off a week… sadly, that’s all I’m getting this week, anyway.
So, I do have today off but today is all about typing my wee bonny fingers off.
Still, I don’t have to leave the house. Don’t have to drive to town. And it’s a beautiful holiday weekend around here, so I’ll take all the little perks I can get today.
And even though tomorrow is a national holiday, and even though I usually have Mondays off–
ME (thinking): No need to specifically request to have the holiday off, because Monday is my day off anyway.
AGENCY: “She didn’t specifically request to have the holiday off, like EVERYBODY ELSE did, so let’s just dump everybody else’s shifts on to her!”
Alas, too late…
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So, yes, the week ahead of me is going to be intense. But I am trying to find ways to just keep on moving forward.
Work, write. Work, write. Work, write. Repeat.
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Okay.
From James Tabor — and even though I am a member of his special research group, I was not on the zoom call yesterday because:
A. I had to work
B. I had to work
C. I had to work
D. All of the above
[The correct answer is, of course, B. I had to work.}
Is the Jesus Story Modeled after a Typical Hellenistic Divine Man Matrix (46 mins):
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And as you can see, I really have nothing serious to post about today!! And I probably should get focused on the revisions of the play that Sandra has been waiting on for, I don’t know, something like 5 days.
Then, of course, back to Episode 2 of the TV series project.
And if I am at all coherent this evening (I’m hoping I will be!!), I’m planning to re-watch this for the first time in about 40 years!! I just bought it on Amazon Prime.
I first saw this film in high school, when I was about 16 (less than a year after I was released from the mental hospital, which was probably the most precarious year of my existence). I was taking a class in filmmaking and we were studying the French New Wave. This film blew me away, gang, and sort of changed my life forever. After this, I saw every film Truffaut made. I have seen this film numerous times, but it’s been a long time since I last saw it.
And on that note, I better scoot!! The evening will be here before we know it!!
Enjoy your 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!!
If you recall, not too long ago, I played this song for my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man. He had never heard it before and he loved it. Now, he asks me to play it at least once every time we are together.
Yesterday was no different. I played it for him on my phone, while we sat out on his back deck, surrounded by hundreds of green trees, flowers, many birds, some squirrels & chipmunks, a deer, and a big beautiful blue sky.
Louis Armstrong, “What A Wonderful World”. Enjoy, gang.
That great new schedule I have around here — the one that’s going to give me an extra hour at my desk on those mornings (like, TODAY, for instance) when I have to drive to town and go see a client but I have WAY TOO MUCH script-writing to get to around here….
YES!! So far it’s looking a whole lot like the old schedule.
Hmmm….
I am trying really hard to get out of bed and get started around here at something that resembles being within the realm of 4AM…
However.
I’m getting there. I’m at least lying there at about 4:07AM, eyes open, telling myself, “Marilyn, you gotta get outta bed. Now. People the world over need to see some PAGES.”
But the peculiar thing about my bed, which perhaps I have never mentioned here on the blog before, is that it is REALLY REALLY comfortable. It’s super soft and cozy, with bunches of fluffy pillows, and the all-cotton Portuguese sheets are, like, a 3,924-thread count…
My, no, SOMEONE’S actual bed…
This morning, though, I was really tired because I’d had some incredibly cute kittens racing around all over me last night — at several different times during the night.
But eventually I got out of bed. At my usual 5:09AM.
But what are you gonna do? Right? You just keep trying…
And the texts from Sandra and Peitor keep arriving.
At least when Sandra texts me, it’s just a text. When Peitor texts me, it’s on WhatsApp and the moment I’ve read it he can see that I’ve read it…
Meaning that a response is needed. In a reasonable time-frame. The old excuses don’t work anymore–
Sorry!! Too drunk to reply right now!!
Anyway!!
I confess. This morning is not really gonna happen. And after I see my favorite 94-year-old Japanese client today, I am meeting my girlfriend for LUNCH!! Yay!! An actual social obligation!! At Tequilaville!! One of my few remaining favorite restaurants. So the phone call I might be having with Sandra today regarding the play, at about 5PM, may or may not be super productive. But we shall see!
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Okay!
I saw this on Instagram yesterday. And I realized that if I could somehow maneuver myself into James Fox’s position at Keith’s dining room table there, I could probably get a whole lot of really great work done on my own memoir (which heavily features my adoration of Keith in my wee bonny girlhood)!!
Isn’t this a great photo??? Keith at work on his memoir, LIFE, from about 15 years ago.
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Here’s this from earlier this morning!
Kittens doing what they don’t do a whole lot of anymore!! (Sleep…)
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And here are these!!
More vintage Nick Cave. (The woman in France who posted these photos said that she will “never stop loving Nick Cave”. I’m guessing that I concur.)
And speaking of Nick Cave…
I think it was yesterday, but I am seriously losing track of the days here, but he posted a new Red Hand File, wherein he thanked everyone imaginable for such an incredible Wild God tour of North America. He said in part:
“I think of them all – The Bad Seeds, so deft, so expressive, so anarchic, so bloody awesome, and all I feel at this restless hour is a profound gratitude….”
Yesterday, I took my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man out to Peony Bistro for lunch, but you know what???
He wanted sushi!!
I guess hell froze over or something because he always, always, always wants sashimi. With sake. He still wanted sake, but he insisted, yesterday, that he wanted sushi.
And we did not have our usual waitress. We had a young Malaysian woman who tries really, really hard, but who nonetheless did not bring us exactly what we’d ordered. And I didn’t want her to feel bad so I didn’t say anything, but she brought us one order of the sushi lunch special — to split.
So. We did not get a lot of food, but at least we went out to lunch and we had a great time.
Oh! And, oddly enough, our fortune cookies had no irony whatsoever. None. Zippo. So I guess maybe hell really did freeze over yesterday. So I guess be on the lookout for random devils and demons is big puffy fur coats…
After lunch, though, when we were back at my client’s house, I showed him the trailer on YouTube for that show I’m currently watching on Netflix, “Samurai Gourmet.” I posted the trailer here the other day — it’s entirely in Japanese. Although the show itself has English subtitles.
Anyway, my client of course speaks fluent Japanese and he was actually chuckling quite a lot while watching the trailer!! It was really fun. It was clear, he really wanted to watch the show but he doesn’t have Netflix.
(Here it is again, in case you speak Japanese and missed it the first time. What a cool show! From 2017.) (2 minutes):
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Meanwhile…
James Tabor has a new (re-issued) book out that I just started reading, it is really good!! How Abraham’s faith in God underlies Judaism, Christianity, and Islam.
And, yes, I’m still studying Chinese and French every day, too… so I am really just sort of off the charts around here.
But on that happy note, I better scoot, gang!
I need to sort of pull my head together here and then drive to town. It is actually quite lovely here today, so it should be a really nice drive.
Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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I know I’ve posted this here before, but, wow, gang! Every time this song comes on my playlist, every single cell in my entire being RELAXES. At last.
I knew this was coming — ALL projects would need 100% of my attention at the same time…
And here it is.
Not only that, but naturally, the agency increased my hours, too.
So I came up with a new schedule around here and it should work! Because, wow, gang– the new pages Peitor sent me yesterday for Episode 2 of our TV series project were really great! So, I’m excited!!
We have an outline for the episode already, but then he fills in dialogue and sends it to me. Then I put it all into the script and tweak it a little and send it back to him. Obviously the sooner I can get my end of it done, the sooner the entire episode will get written and sent off. Because we still have the whole pitch deck thing to finish and send off.
But then, also yesterday — another “wow”, gang! Sandra sent me the first 13 pages of the play, revised. It’s stuff we’d already written but she switched big sections of it around and wow, wow, wow!! It just flew off the page. It was just fantastic. For some reason, it just works so much better!!
So I have to reformat that, tweak it a bit, put it into the new script and send it back to Sandra. And then wait for the next chunk of pages from her.
Lather. Rinse. Repeat.
Even then, once we are in the rehearsal studio in NYC, the dramaturge and the music director will also need to make tweaks and changes. But the primary script has to be ready ASAP because they need to see it before we’re all in the rehearsal studio.
“ASAP” is now my new name.
And of course I also have my novel from 1998 that I am re-working the ending of… which requires an intense amount of focus.
So my new schedule: Even though I am usually awake by 4AM, I now need to be out of bed as close to 4AM as I can manage, and not lay around until 5AM before I really get up.
Then I have to clean litter boxes, feed cats, feed myself, pack a lunch if it’s Thursday — which is now a TWELVE HOUR shift day for me!!! Good God… Take my shower. Then sit down at my desk and work until the absolute minute I have to head out the door and drive to town.
Then, as soon as I come back from my shift, if it isn’t Thursday, I am back at my desk until 6PM. Then have dinner. Then go back to my desk until about 8:30PM. Then give myself time to watch something cool on my phone before attempting to fall asleep with a bunch of incredibly cute 6-week-old kittens frolicking all over me…
I am currently watching this on Netflix. Another Japanese show, 12 episodes, in English Subtitles. From 2017:
Samurai Gourmet. It is exceedingly enjoyable if a little insane:
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Okay!
More good news.
This product works!! For the last year and a half, I’ve had the ear ringing thing that everyone seems to have nowadays, which is allegedly caused by overexposure to 5G Wi-Fi.
I take 30 mgs of Vinpocetine every day specifically for the ear ringing. I also take 1200 mgs of Alpha Lipoic Acid — for various other reasons, but it also helps decrease the ear ringing. But sometimes, the ringing is still just incredibly maddening, gang. Just off the charts. So I bought this — it’s homeopathic:
As with all homeopathic remedies, you have to wait a bit for it to really start working.
I used the drops 2-3 times a day for 2 days, and then this morning, the start of day 3, I awoke (yes, at 4AM with kittens all over me), and I realized my ears were just barely ringing!! It was incredible, the difference! I will keep you posted as the days go on.
I bought it at my local drug store, but you can get it all over the place.
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Okay!!!
From Warren Ellis’s Instagram page yesterday, Nick Cave and Warren at the Sunset Marquis in West Hollywood, at the end of the Wild God tour:
Warren looks sort of A LOT more awake here than Nick does…
And this is unrelated, really, but back when Peitor Angell still lived in LA, he lived basically next door to the Sunset Marquis. Here is a photo I took of him at Christmas 2018, in the hotel:
Peitor Angell, Christmas 2018, Sunset Marquis
On that particular trip, he and I had such a fantastic time. That was when we officially created Abstract Absurdity Productions (now based in Nice, France)!!
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Here’s this, just because I love it!!! Vintage Nick Cave, 1992:
And from Nick Cave Official yesterday — All the Grinderman stuff is being released on vinyl on July 18th! You can pre-order them here.
And I think that’s it because I need to read over some pages from Peitor before I head out the door (for TWELVE HOURS!!!).
Enjoy your Thursday wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting!
I love you guys. See ya!
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Okay! I leave you with this!!
Just one of many great songs off the first Grinderman record!
“Go Tell the Women”. Grinderman. 2007. Enjoy, gang.
"Go Tell The Women"
We done our thing We have evolved We’re up on our hind legs The problem solved We are artists We are mathematicians Some of us hold extremely high positions
But we are tired We’re hardly breathing And we’re free Go tell the women that we’re leaving
We’re sick and tired Of all this self-serving grieving All we wanted was a little consensual rape in the afternoon And maybe a bit more in the evening We are scientists We do genetics We leave religion To the psychos and fanatics
But we are tired We got nothing to believe in We are lost Go tell the women that we’re leaving
We done our thing We’re hip to the sound Of six billion people Going down We are magicians We are deceiving We are free and we’re lost Go tell the women that we’re leaving
Hey hey Hey hey Come on back now to the fray Hey hey Hey hey Come on back now to the fray Hey hey Hey hey
c -2007 Nicholas Edward Cave / Warren Ellis / Martin Casey / Jim Sclavunos
So much for my fantastic day yesterday. It lasted maybe 9 hours.
I won’t go into all the details about last night’s dinner at the Granville Inn — but the good old days there are definitely over. New management, new everything, and the food was terrible. I could barely eat it.
Then, sadly, when I got home and headed upstairs, Weenie, one of my longtime feral cats (he turned 12 on St. Patrick’s Day) was lying there dead at the top of the stairs. His mom, Huckleberry, was sitting next to him, sort of guarding him.
It was so heartbreaking and unexpected. He was still warm when I picked him up in my arms, so he hadn’t been dead long. I’m guessing it was a heart attack.
Thankfully, it had finally stopped raining. I was able to bury him out by the new rose bushes.
What a night.
Weenie, in 2015, when I was still in Divinity School, studying Grief Counseling.In 2017. Weenie on the left, his mom Huckleberry on the right.
When was the last time you heard me say that, gang??? (I will give you a few minutes to let you go over your notes and find out…)
Okay! Time’s up!
The correct answer is: You have NEVER heard me say that!!!!
I cannot remember a moment in all of my many, many moments here on Earth wherein everything has been fantastic — at the same time.
But everything is actually fantastic today. And, no, I didn’t do any housecleaning yesterday. And, no, I did not go to the shooting range, either. I stayed at my desk and worked. And also did a little yoga — although not at my desk.
And let me just add that trying to do yoga while closed up in a room with 4 frisky six-week-old kittens and a curious Mommy-cat, is not entirely relaxing. For some reason, they seem inordinately fond of yoga mats and they constantly get underfoot…
Not us…but a reasonable facsimile
Okay.
While I can’t publicly go into everything that’s fantastic right now, I can say this: I heard back from the agent in Helsinki, who reps the Finnish actor that we are keenly desiring will take the role of the Finnish crime boss in our TV series– and she said that he read the script and is “interested in the project”!!!!
That alone sent me zooming to the moon yesterday. I cannot tell you how badly Peitor and I both want that guy to be in that role!! It is such a fucking out there character, gang!!
Lest you forget — his “theme music” in the final moments of the pilot episode (in slow motion, no less) (yes, please play it and please play it LOUD):
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In other incredibly fantastic news, although the “news” was just a very short sentence — it still gave my heart a whole lot of hope, gang.
If you subscribe to my substack page, you may recall that last year, I unearthed a novel I had written back in the late 90s and after reading it over, I came to the conclusion that I was crazy to let the opinions of others affect how I felt about that novel back then. Even though it had won 3 writing awards. Publishers did not want to be associated with it. I stored the novel away and thought I would never look at it again.
When I did look at it again (25 years later), I was astounded to discover that it was almost finished. I had remembered it as being maybe halfway done. But it was practically done and I had buried it away. A novel that meant so much to me. (Back then, self-publishing was very different than it is now — it was really expensive, for one thing. And very hard to promote. It just wasn’t a serious option.)
Anyway, I intend to publish it, after I nail down the ending. But my preference of course would be that a traditional publisher publishes it, instead.
It is an intense novel and it offended a lot of editors who read it 25 years ago. (It is not erotica although it has a lot of sexually harsh and graphic scenes in it.) If Henry Miller or Bill Burroughs had written it, and if Barney Rosset had still been publishing back then instead of being retired, the novel might have had a chance at a Pulitzer Prize….
The late, great Barney Rosset, who did technically publish me once — his company picked up the mass market paperback rights to Neptune & Surf and published it, although by that point, he had retired.
Okay, anyway.
Long story short, I approached a small press yesterday, asking if they would read it and maybe have an interest in publishing it. And they at least wrote back that they “looked forward to going over the materials” I’d sent.
What can I say?? To the moon and back, gang.
I know it’s not a lot, it doesn’t mean that the novel will appeal to them, either, but just the thought of that novel maybe seeing the light of day and not as something else I yet again have to self-publish… wow.
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Okay, so yes!! I have a lot on my plate. Oh, and Sandra called me at 5:30AM this morning! And you know what? I had just that moment woken up! I’d overslept!! Most people know I’m usually up and out of bed by 5AM, so they don’t hesitate to call me before dawn, but Sandra felt terrible that she’d called me so early and I was a wee bit incoherent….
Anyway! Yes, my plate is really full. But I don’t care! It’s all a big bunch of happy projects for me.
And tonight!! THIS:
Dinner with Kara at the Granville Inn!! And our friend Wendy might also be coming!!! I text Wendy pretty frequently but I haven’t actually seen her since last Fall. So I am super excited!!
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And I think that’s it for now. I gotta read over some pages Peitor sent and then get to a client.
Have a terrific Tuesday wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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In an unlikely turn of events — I have not only given the kittens first names, but this morning, I suddenly gave them the usual last name that I give most of my cats: “McGee”. Currently, I have McFees and McGees in the house. And these new kittens have joined the ranks of the McGees.
And when Bobbie Jo jumped up on my bed this morning, while I was sitting there having coffee — I realized that her full name is now Bobbie Jo McGee!!
Wow! So I immediately regaled her with THIS song in its entirety and she seemed to really like my singing, gang! Well, at least she stopped cold and stared at me very intently.
Okay. Enjoy this moment, gang: Janis Joplin, singing Kris Kristofferson’s timeless classic, “Me and Bobby McGee”. See ya.
I really want to pop in at the shooting range but it is a cold and dismal day. Part of what I love about going to the shooting range is that drive over there — all back roads. All hills and trees and fields and cows. Hawks and the occasional eagle circling in the big blue endless sky.
I love that. Especially on my day off.
It’s just so gloomy today. Plus, I have a bunch of housecleaning that needs doing. So, part of me wants to just stay home and clean.
Still another part of me wants to forget about cleaning and just sit at my desk and write!!
Since Peitor is involved in scoring a film in Canada right now, I won’t be hearing from him today.
And — so far — Sandra doesn’t need me today, either. So I could just sit here and write….
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Here’s something you don’t often see around here these days — the kittens sleeping!!
And the 3 that have normal legs discovered — last night — how to get up on my bed and frolic around! It was so cute!!
But it was 1:28AM….
Oh, and lest me forget that I still have that family of amazingly adorable young cats that were abandoned left here by that young married couple a year ago…
One of them has learned a new skill! In the last 24 hours, THIS happened 3 times in the upstairs bathroom!!
(Yes, 3 complete jumbo rolls of TP in 24 hours because for some inexplicable reason I kept thinking he/she would stop doing it!)
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And we won’t even discuss THIS type of thing on 4 of my window screens….
Anyway.
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I had the coolest dream last night! It was so detailed and just so cool, so empowering. I can’t even begin to describe it. But the one thing I can easily describe:
Right before I awoke, I was singing the song below in the dream — every word of it. I hadn’t thought about this song in probably 58 years!! And I still knew all the words!
When I was a little girl in Cleveland, I used to sing this song in my bed at night. Really loudly, until my brother would shout “Shut up!” from his room across the hall…
Anyway. I took this song really, really seriously when I was a little girl. (I can’t even imagine what my parents were thinking, downstairs in the living room, trying to watch TV….)
But, I don’t know, gang — it seems like some sort of good sign that it came back to me all these decades later, in “a dream”:
"The Impossible Dream"
To dream the impossible dream To fight the unbeatable foe To bear with unbearable sorrow To run where the brave dare not go
To right the unrightable wrong To love pure and chaste from afar To try when your arms are too weary To reach the unreachable star
This is my quest to follow that star No matter how hopeless, no matter how far To fight for the right without question or pause To be willing to march into hell for a heavenly cause
And I know if I'll only be true to this glorious quest That my heart will lie peaceful and calm When I'm laid to my rest
And the world will be better for this That one man, scorned and covered with scars Still strove with his last ounce of courage
To reach the unreachable star
c - 1965 - Mitch Leigh / Joseph Darion
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My life is at least interesting these days, if nothing else…
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Okay!
No Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds today. But here’s this again!! Just ’cause I love it:
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And other than that, I guess I will close this and just sit and try to figure out what I’m gonna do today.
I want to make good use of this wide-open day today, gang, because I have 6 shifts ahead of me this week (and every week after that, until I go to NYC). But I also have —
Dinner tomorrow night with Kara at the glorious Granville Inn!!
A late lunch on Saturday with my Q-following girlfriend at Tequilaville!!
So this week won’t be all about stress and work. But I still want to make today count for something.
Meanwhile, while I try to figure that out, enjoy your Monday, wherever you are in the world!!
Wow, gang. What a beautiful day! And I have the entire day off …
Which means that I’ve already done 2 loads of laundry and I have a TON of reading to do before I call Peitor and we work on the TV pilot promo stuff later today.
Still. It is a day off from driving hither & yon, taking care of people.
But speaking of people that I take care of–
I had such a great time yesterday with my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man. We stayed in all day because the wind was beyond belief yesterday afternoon. But he had a great day, clarity-wise, and we talked a lot about so many things, especially about his dad, who also had an incredible life.
Here is a photo of his dad, from around 1930, when he was already retired but during the summer months, he ran a stall on the boardwalk in Ocean City, NJ. This was right at the time my client was born (his dad was 60 years old when my client was born):
My client’s dad, around 1930. Ocean City, NJ
The Ocean City boardwalk as it looked in 1930 (it is not too far from NYC, where my client was born):
And how about this incredible old hotel in Tokyo?
The Imperial Hotel, after it had a “face-lift” done by Frank Lloyd Wright:
My client and his father would frequent this hotel when they moved back to Tokyo in the 1930s. (The hotel has since been completely renovated and relocated and is now a Marriott, if I’m not mistaken.)
I have these photos because, when my client and I talk about “the old days”, I usually try to find photos on my phone of things he remembers from the past, so that he can “re-live” them a little bit more. His short-term memory is not great, but his long-term memory is phenomenal and I just like to keep him using his mind as much as possible when I’m with him.
The photo of his father is not from the Internet, though — it’s sitting out in the living room.
His father was wealthy, and when he moved back to Tokyo prior to the war, he had an enormous traditional Japanese house built that has since become a museum in Tokyo (!!). Just after the war, when the US military occupied Japan, American military officers (and sometimes their wives) occupied most of the rooms in the house. The family got 5 rooms — and the given officer and his wife would get 12 rooms!! (And the family had almost NO food, while the Americans had plenty.)
Anyway.
Another thing that blew me away — there was an American family that my client first lived with & worked for (ie. “Japanese houseboy”) when he first went back to NYC after the war, at age 17. This family was really, really good to him. They were instrumental in getting him trained to be a TV repairman, so that he could go out on his own, and they also helped him get into NYU to become an electrical engineer.
Anyway — we googled the wife of that family and she died in 2012, at age, 93, and she had 28 grandchildren and 26 great-grandchildren!!!
I was flabbergasted by that!! That would have been my dream, gang. To have a really, really huge family like that.
Anyway. Yesterday was really nice.
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Also, yesterday — the Bad Seeds’ Wild God Tour of North America came to an end!
About 99.9% of the images on Instagram, from the show at the Cruel World festival in Pasadena, were videos. And I wasn’t really crazy about the few photos I could find, but here’s one:
And it looks like Nick Cave is taking a HUGE 3 and 1/2 weeks off, before he starts his solo tour (with bass player) of Europe throughout June, July, August, and September!!
27 shows, gang, and almost ALL of them are already sold out. Literally.
Curiously, though, his show in Rome, Italy, on July 22nd still has tickets available. I’m guessing this is because it’s my 65th birthday and most of the people in Rome will probably be home, dedicating some sort of birthday shrine to me, but I’m not completely certain about that.
Anyway, we’ll see!
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Oh! Speaking of shrines to me…
More print book and eBook sales have posted in the various stats today!! Thank you, everybody. I really love seeing that.
I love that people are loving The Guitar Hero Goes Home — I really do appreciate that so much because I love that novel. But what really just makes my little heart beam to the moon and back, is when the original print edition of Neptune & Surfappears in the “Best Sellers” ranks, as it did again today.
Even though it’s ranked at #303,826 in Erotic Literature, it still means that somebody somewhere BOUGHT it! After 26 years since it’s original printing.
It had 6 editions over the years, in both English and French, and sold something like 100,000 copies overall (for literary erotic fiction, that is almost unheard of — and that doesn’t count when the entire book was illegally put into a torrent and downloaded for free by game boys, worldwide, about 10 years ago), but I never lose sight of how hard I worked on that first book of mine (it took me 4 years to write it), wondering if it would end up getting published and/or if anyone would ever buy it…
I gave up my songwriting career to sit at my desk and write that book and everyone I knew thought I was nuts to do that.
And I loved — so much — that Richard Kasak, the original publisher of the book, gave it such a non-sexual cover!! It meant that women, especially, could openly buy it in bookstores and easily read it on public transportation. It didn’t scream “SEX”. (Even though the book is completely 100% hardcore erotica.)
Anyway, gang. That made me so happy.
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All right, gang, I guess I better get moving here. The coffee’s all gone, the laundry is done, and I have a TON of reading to do here at breakneck speed!!
Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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No, I just can’t help it.
I always go back to Tom Petty eventually. I cannot stop loving him, even all these years later.
Breakfast-listening music!!
His totally Midwestern American coming-of-age ode to smoking weed!! Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers’ “Mary Jane’s Last Dance”. 1993. Enjoy, gang. I sure did!
“Mary Jane’s Last Dance”
She grew up in an Indiana town Had a good-lookin’ mama who never was around But she grew up tall and she grew up right With them Indiana boys on them Indiana nights
Well, she moved down here the age of eighteen She blew the boys away, was more than they’d seen I was introduced and we both started groovin’ She said, “I dig you baby, but I got to keep movin’ on Keep movin’ on”
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again
Well, I don’t know, but I’ve been told You never slow down, you never grow old I’m tired of screwin’ up, tired of going down Tired of myself, tired of this town
Oh, my my, oh, hell yes Honey, put on that party dress Buy me a drink, sing me a song Take me as I come ’cause I can’t stay long
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again
There’s pigeons down on Market Square She’s standin’ in her underwear Lookin’ down from a hotel room The nightfall will be comin’ soon
Oh, my my, oh, hell yes. You got to put on that party dress It was too cold to cry when I woke up alone I hit my last number, I walked to the road
Last dance with Mary Jane, one more time to kill the pain I feel summer creepin’ in and I’m tired of this town again
A quick post today, gang, because the morning was so beautiful and the birds were signing like crazy (the deaf/mute birds were signing, that is; the regular birds were singing…) — anyway, I decided to go back to bed with my cup of coffee and just chill for a while before the day got going around here.
But my energy level now is really just great. I’m hoping to have a really nice day.
I wanted to post this while I’m thinking about it.
I thought it was only on Spotify so I wasn’t sure how to post it here before, but yesterday, I discovered that it is also on YouTube!! So here you go!!
Interview with Nick Cave from May 8th (43 mins):
And don’t forget — tonight is the final show in the tour. Buy tickets here!
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I’m a little sad because tonight I will watch the final episode of “Midnight Diner: Tokyo Stories”. I have no idea what will take it’s place! (I think there might be more seasons, and even a film that came first, but so far I’m not finding them on Netflix.)
It is such a great show, gang. the writing is superb. You absolutely never know where the plot is going to go. Sometimes it’s funny, sometimes it’s really touching. If you have Netflix, be sure to watch it, if you haven’t already! From 2019, 2 seasons.
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Oh, I forgot to post about this!!
If you were plagued with fleas last summer — as I was!! — try this stuff out in your yard!! It was recommended to me by my vet on Vetster last summer. She helped me from completely losing my mind. (I got SC only, since I only have trouble with fleas). It is SUPER easy to use:
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And in other good news!
My insurance guy keeps on making my life better and better.
Yesterday evening, he stopped over to deliver the paperwork on my cremation/burial insurance (which, it turns out, is good until I’m 121 years old — and that scary thought, alone, makes me want to leave the planet today just so that I don’t accidentally live to be 121…). Anyway.
Because I am not on any pharmaceuticals and I have really great health, for about $3 more, they upped my coverage to $10K (which is more than enough to die on out here in the Hinterlands).
Since I’m single, with no kids or grandkids, and all my friends are either as old as I am or older than me, I really didn’t want to end up alone and unclaimed in some potter’s field somewhere. So this really just made my day.
Other than that, as much as I love to spend time with my favorite 94-year-old Japanese man, I am really looking forward to this afternoon, when I’m driving home and then having 2 and 1/2 days off!!!!!!
And I’m hoping this is in my future for Monday:
All righty!!!
This was longer than I thought it would be! I really seriously gotta scoot.
Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world!
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