Yes, and by that I mean: bullshittery is incoming.

Everyone — including Charlie Ward’s news update today, and even Simon Parks’ update (!!), which is never on the same page with anyone else’s intel, are jumping on the same “WWIII” bandwagon this morning.

I’m guessing that maybe this is why they still won’t let Phil do a livestream yet? To try to get this idea that we are on the “brink of war because of Biden” to stick? And that any input from Phil is going to send us all looking in another direction?

Obviously, I just don’t know.

But what I do know, is that Biden is dead (and has been dead since March 2019), so that is not “Biden” essentially declaring war on Putin by way of Ukraine; it’s just some guy doing it.

And Putin and Xi are Trump’s allies, so I’m not buying any of this sudden brink of war narrative, gang.

And Simon even sent out an X re-post just now:

“BREAKING: Donald Trump confirms he is prepared to declare a national emergency and use the military assets to reverse the Biden invasion.”

I’m guessing that you cannot invade another country from the afterlife — although, I am not 100% certain of this since I have no recollection of the afterlife, even though I’m guessing I’ve been a resident there many, many times. (This is based solely on how exhausted I usually feel.)

Anyway. No actual Biden = no actual missiles going anywhere, in my book. So the narrative must really be that Trump is going to save the world. (Which is actually fine with me.)

One really nice thing about today is that I have the whole day off, which means I am not at the mercy of anyone else’s TV today, so I will not be forced to watch Fox News regurgitate this same “missiles at Russia” narrative all day long…

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Well, it is over! No, not the election!! (Well, yes, that is over.)

But so is Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds’ Wild God Tour of Europe & the UK.

And, as I had suspected, the sold out show in Paris last night looked massively amazing. (The only thing that disappoints me a little bit is that it seems Nick got a haircut — maybe in London? Just when it was finally getting to that length that I absolutely love! Gone, baby, gone.)

Anyway. Here are 2 photos from Paris last night. (The 2nd one is missing the credit, sorry. It got cut off, unintentionally.)

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And, for now, the Daily Feature continues!

What Would Keith Richards Do?

And our random selection came from — you guessed it — Chapter Five: Daily Affirmations. And the topic today is MUSIC.

One of the many, many, many, things Keith has to say about music:

“There is something about music. When you like it, you want to find out where it came from.”

And this statement, coming from a man who was so instrumental (no pun intended) in creating my brain and, in essence, giving birth to my whole life, beginning when I was 12 — well, it looks like a simple statement, but to me, it says everything. [Hence, my new memoir-in-progress. ]

Similarly, you may recall that I posted this a few months ago, and it resonates for me in the same way as the quote above:

And that segues into that new thing Valerie and I are doing — texting each other every day about what we got done on a given project and how long we spent doing it.

This is in order to help each of us get back on a daily routine of doing our creative stuff. Me — writing; Val — painting.

And it was incredibly successful for me yesterday, gang!

I only spent 45 minutes on my memoir yesterday, before having to get ready for work, but so much stuff came out of my brain!! Including the title of the memoir:

Joy — The Shortest Season: A Memoir 1971-1980

The memoir is about the various fathers and father figures I had in my early life and how they shaped me into becoming who I am.

This is the second in a trio of memoirs. The first being In the Shadow of Narcissa — a memoir of my childhood, covering my adoption in 1960 up to early 1971, when I was 10 years old. (Still in progress.)

The third memoir will be about my early life in NYC — Manhattan, Mon Amour. (1980-1989). Basically, the sex, drugs, and rock & roll memoir.

Anyway, I was just thrilled with the amount of work I got done in 45 minutes yesterday. It’s all notes, but the notes took me down roads that I was not expecting. Including, but not limited to(!!):

This amazing house we lived in where so many cool things happened to my brain — we lived here from July 1971 to early 1974, up until my dad left us:

And, this might seem creepy, but it is not intended to be.

These are the 2 bedrooms I had — one in 1975 and one in 1979 — where I attempted suicide. (And no, I did not attempt suicide because the rooms are so god-awful ugly!!) Followed by a photo of the basement where I was raped by 2 guys from the high school during Christmas vacation in 1974.

What fascinates me is that I found these photos online yesterday, on zillow.com — a site that lists houses that are or have recently been for sale. And so these rooms are simply out there in the world now and have nothing physically to do with me and my life anymore. But when I found the photos, I was like, holy shit.

I have no idea what inspired me to look for these photos of the old houses yesterday (there are a total of 8 that I lived in from 1971-1980).

And I was certainly not expecting the photos to be a veritable touchstone, opening up the whole memoir, to the point where a title even came out. So it was a really fruitful 45 minutes yesterday.

Today, I have all day to work on the memoir, so I am really excited about all this, gang.

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Okay.

Enjoy your Monday wherever you are in the world!!!

Thanks for visiting.

I love you guys. See ya!

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I posted this song recently, but I leave you with this again, because I was not expecting that title to come out of me yesterday — and I think I played this song 723 times yesterday after that.

(By the way– if you aren’t aware of it, my middle name is Joy, and that is connected to all of this stuff, too.)

A huge Top 40 radio hit from when I was 11: “Joy” By Apollo 100. (Based on Bach’s “Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring”.) Enjoy, gang.