All righty.

I think it is okay to say this now.

I had been having a lot of misgivings about the New Guy, and how we had absolutely nothing in common. And how he was really sort of entrenched down there in Florida — buying yet another house. (He now owns 4 homes down there.) (And I don’t really care for Florida, at all. High heat, humidity, hurricanes… and he lives there 6 months out of the year.)

And then I had a huge problem with the difference in our ages.

About 10 days ago, he had finally told me how old he really was and I’d almost fainted. A 21-year difference between us, gang!! And I’m not a spring chicken… I’m 66. (I leave you to do the math.)

(Yes! 66 + 21 = Older Than Keith Richards!)

On the phone yesterday afternoon, I was moving into that area of saying “this isn’t working for me”. And I was planning to say it plainly when we spoke tonight.

However, this morning when we texted, we both agreed that it wasn’t going to work. Yay. No drama at all.

This is a HUGE relief to me, gang.

And now I can focus again on the things that need my attention.

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Okay!

Alex S. Johnson — one of the contributors to the M. Christian tribute anthology — invited me to contribute new erotic stories to 2 anthologies he’s editing/publishing. Yay!

I only have a few weeks, though, to pull something new together (x 2) before submissions close, so I really need to focus on completing the M. Christian anthology and then send it off to my publisher.

I have one more contribution coming in for the anthology later today, and that will be it. I just need to write the Foreword.

The long short story I was editing yesterday — I love the story so much, but the more I looked at it, the more I realized it is just not a good fit for the anthology for M. Christian. So, alas, that work is done.

But I am indeed getting it all together.

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All righty.

I don’t have many “here’s this’s” for today, but…

Here’s this!

This is what it looks like when you’re having a “fantastic time!” with Blixa Bargeld!!

From Teho Teardo–

And here’s this, while we’re at it! (I love this song.) Teho Teardo & Blixa Bargeld, “Still Smiling” in 2013!!

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And here’s this!

Bad Seed George Vjestica alerts us that he is tempted!! (And why wouldn’t he be??)

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And from Facebook!!

Here’s this!!

Nick Cave!! (And, as always, I couldn’t agree more!!)

However, this one comes with a warning!! (Not sure what I’m gonna think about now!! Darn it!!)

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And that is actually all I have for this Happy Sunday in October.

Okay.

This evening, Rasha’s mom is coming to get her and bring her to her new home!

Rasha has lived here for about a year now, while her mom tried to find a new apartment she could afford, where she could also have her cat back.

So this is a big day for Rasha!

So I’ll soon be down to 14 cats… with Kon Tiki of the Great Outdoors still preferring to remain outdoors…

Okay. Now I’m gonna finish up the laundry and then put my editing cap back on!

Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world, gang!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Let’s close with this!!

More vintage Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds!

And I’ve certainly posted this one here before, gang, but here it is again — since it highly features Nick with Blixa, having a fantastic time!

“The Weeping Song”!!! Yay!! Originally from 1990, but I was listening to it this morning on Disc 1 of Lovely Creatures: The Best of Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds (2017). Such a great video!! (And song!) Enjoy, gang.

“The Weeping Song”

Go son, go down to the water
And see the women weeping there
Then go up into the mountains
The men, they are weeping too
Father, why are all the women weeping?
They are weeping for their men
Then why are all the men there weeping?
They are weeping back at them

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the men and women sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long

Father, why are all the children weeping?
They are merely crying son
O, are they merely crying, father?
Yes, true weeping is yet to come

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While all the little children sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long

O father, tell me, are you weeping?
Your face seems wet to touch
O then I’m so sorry, father
I never thought I hurt you so much

This is a weeping song
A song in which to weep
While we rock ourselves to sleep
This is a weeping song
But I won’t be weeping long
No, I won’t be weeping long
No, I won’t be weeping long
No, I won’t be weeping long

c – 1990 Nick Cave

Wow, last night was, well — interesting, gang.

I’m not sure how much I want to post about it here, but I will say that I texted for about an hour and a half with a cold case investigative reporter regarding my memories of working with and knowing RC Hörsch. (Apparently the number of women who disappeared and who are now known to have been connected to him in some way is up to 7, and 5 are known to be dead.)

It was actually a sort of calming conversation. In that I was able to express what I remembered (from over 25 years ago). And also, ultimately, I got the feeling that these women will at some point get justice.

Other than that, I had a really productive day yesterday. ALL the housecleaning, laundry, etc., is DONE!! Today I’m going to touch up the paint on the walls.

Other than that, it’s all ready for my birth mom to come here and take care of the cats.

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Okay!!

Guess what day it is??!!

That’s right!!!

Happy 69th birthday, Nick Cave!!!

And some of my favorites from Instagram and Facebook today!

My favorite– which I saw on my phone at 3AM and then had a hard time going back to sleep!!

And here’s the photo I posted on Instagram–

And this was the music I chose to go along with the birthday wishes! “Forever Young,” by Bob Dylan!!

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Other than that, I am once again, wiped out. But I don’t feel terrorized, like I felt through most of the last 4 weeks for various reasons:

1. Editing that writer’s memoir and finding out about all the horrific things that happened to him in Indiana;

2. Then the first contact re: RC Hörsch being a potential serial killer;

3. Then that horrible car accident happening right in front of me in the intersection;

4. Then getting scammed out of all the money in my checking account ;

5. Then finding out that my girlhood school friend is now confined to a nursing home and is very seriously ill.

I’m just basically wiped out.

However, I really, really do feel like things are calmer for me, personally, and sort of on the upswing, because I also saw sides of people, sometimes total strangers, that were very compassionate and supportive.

And I am really looking forward to the conference this weekend in North Carolina. We have already been told that some very important announcements are going to be made regarding more 1st Century CE archeological/ossuary discoveries in Jerusalem.

Plus, I just love being in hotels.

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All right.

I saw this on Instagram yesterday and it thrilled me so much that I had to go find it on YouTube and watch it a few more times!!

I was never really into Guns & Roses one way or the other, but this is so cool. Axl Rose joins Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers on “Free Fallin'” at the MTV Music Awards in 1989. I have always LOVED this song, but the emotional energy of this duet was fantastic–

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And from Phyllis Stein!

Richard Hell, smoking in NYC in 1982!!

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I think that’s actually it. I need to sort of just re-group here mentally, and do a little painting around the house.

Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world, gang.

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Let’s close with another one of my all-time favorites as we once again say:

Happy Birthday, Nick Cave!

Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “Jesus of the Moon,” from Dig!!! Lazarus Dig!!!, 2008. Enjoy, gang.

“Jesus of the Moon”

I stepped out of the St. James Hotel
I’d left y/ behind curled up like a child
well, a change is gonna come
& as the door whispered shut
I walked on down the high-windowed hall
y/ lay sleeping on the unmade bed
the weatherman on the television
in the St. James Hotel said
that the rains are gonna come
& I stepped out on the streets/ all sparkling clean
w/ the early morning dew
maybe it was y/ or maybe it was me?
y/ came on like a punch in the heart
y/ lying there w/ the light on yr hair
like a jesus of the moon
a jesus of the planets & the stars
well I kept thinking about what the weatherman said
& if the voices of the living can be heard by the dead
well the day is gonna come
when we find out & in some kinda way
I take a little comfort from that (now & then)
cause people often talk about being scared of change
but for me I’m more afraid of things staying the same
cause the game is never won
by standing in any one place for too long
maybe it was y/ or maybe it was me
but there was a chord in y/ I could not find to strike
y/ lying there w/ all the light in your hair
like a jesus of the moon
a jesus of the planets & the stars
I see the many girls walking down the empty streets
& maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me
y/ can’t blame anyone
for saying hello/ I say hey/ I say hello/ I say hello
will it be me or will it be y/?
one must stay & one must depart
y/ lying there in a St. James hotel bed
like a Jesus of the moon
a Jesus of the planets & the stars
I say hello/ hello/ hello

c- 2008 Nick Cave

So, not only do I have the entire day to sit at my desk and focus on the M. Christian tribute anthology stuff, but it is truly a gorgeous day here, weather-wise.

So sunny. Not humid at all. And only about 72 degrees Fahrenheit.

And I just now took a lovely walk to the post office.

My first husband, Chong, had sent me a Certified letter. And while I was guessing it was something for my upcoming birthday, when I opened the letter — right there in the lobby of the post office — I was not expecting to SMILE so fucking much!!

Not only was it money (yay) — and a lot more money than I would have expected — but he had also put together a little greeting on a piece of paper and folded the money inside it (a homemade “birthday card”):

I just smiled and smiled and smiled.

I even took the long way home, because I didn’t want to stop being out in the beautiful weather and smiling.

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Okay.

I don’t have a lot to post about today.

However, this happened!

When the Rolling Stones had their first gig at the Marquee Club, it officially started the “group” — meaning, it was the first time they publicly went by the name “Rollin’ Stones”.

The anniversary of the gig was yesterday– a lot of sites posted tributes. Here’s a couple:

And here’s Keith at Joshua Tree in 1968. Photo by Michael Cooper:

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Here’s this from Phyllis Stein!

A really great one of David Jo and Johnny Thunders in 1974!!

And speaking of 1974 — what a year that was. Truly the nadir of my entire existence. So many horrific things happened to me that year, that I don’t know how I would have survived it without rock & roll records to listen to and pictures to look at in rock magazines, while hiding up in my room… Jesus.

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Ooh! Speaking of Jesus–

Ross K. Nichols recommended that those of us in his private Yachad Group get the following book, so I did, and it is really interesting — what the Old Testament would have been like in the time that Jesus would have been reading it:

Jesus’ Bible: A Concise History of the Hebrew Scriptures by Christopher Dost

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And speaking of Ross K. Nichols, this was also very interesting–

From his Sunday School class yesterday.

“No human figure dominates the pages of the Hebrew Bible more than David — the sweet Psalmist and celebrated shepherd king of Israel. But one biblical writer dared to tell what another desperately tried to hide.

In this class, Ross Nichols compares Samuel, Chronicles, and the Psalms to explore how David’s story was preserved, reshaped, and, in one unforgettable case, quietly covered over.”

The Truth About David They Tried to Hide (45 mins):

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And here are a couple more things from the Bad Seeds’ show in Madrid the other night– (again, there have been tons of great videos, but not a whole lot of just plain photos):

The set list!! (Which actually looks sort of intensely tight — no encore. But look at that chunk moving toward the end, especially: “The Mercy Seat,” followed by “Papa Won’t Leave You Henry,” “Red Right Hand,” “The Weeping Song,” “Jubilee Street” — then just sort of rip your heart out and stomp all over it with “Hollywood”. Then “Into My Arms,” then goodnight! That must have just been fucking INTENSE!!)

Okay. Anyway.

And here’s this — The Bad Seeds onstage in Madrid:

Tomorrow through Thursday, they play 3 different venues in France. Buy tickets HERE.

And then they’re taking a long-ish break to come to Crazeysburg and celebrate my birthday next week — Oops, I meant, to I guess relax?? I don’t know.

But at the end of July, is the great big bunch of stuff to celebrate the homecoming show in Brighton, but the show itself is SOLD OUT!

Then, things resume on August 2nd and continue at a heady pace for the rest of the month.

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And that is it for today!!

I’m gonna finish up the laundry and then go out and water all my many flowers… And then get to work on the official Call for Submissions for the M. Christian antho and send it out.

I hope you have a magnificent Monday, wherever you are in the world!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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Let’s close with this.

In keeping with the above-mentioned Sunday School class about King David–

I have always loved this version of Leonard Cohen’s masterpiece, “Hallelujah,” by k.d. lang.

From her album Hymns of the 49th Parallel, 2004. Enjoy, gang.

“Hallelujah”

I heard there was a secret chord
That David played, and it pleased the Lord
You don’t really care for music, do ya?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth
The minor fall, the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty and the moonlight overthrew ya
Well she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and cut your hair
And from your lips she drew Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Baby I’ve been here before
I’ve seen this room and I’ve walked the floor
used to live alone before I knew ya
But I’ve seen your flag on the marble arch
Our love is not a victory march
It’s a cold and it’s a broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah

Maybe there’s a God above
But all I’ve ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew ya
It’s not a cry that you hear at night
It’s not someone who’s seen the light
It’s a cold and broken Hallelujah

Hallelujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah, Hallelujah…

c – 1984 Leonard Cohen/ 2004 k.d.lang