From Phil just now — “and here it comes”:
the US Supreme Court gets called in for an “Emergency”.
Let’s hope this will be the best Christmas season, ever.
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At Long Last!
Yes, I finally stopped coughing. It happened during the night.
Yes, just in time to head back to the train station tonight… (God forbid I should have felt good when I had 5 fucking days to myself!)
Anyway. We are moving forward.
And, btw — if you want to try the goldenseal protocol for a bad cold or other viral infection or bacterial infection:
I use goldenseal root tincture (this brand):
One milliliter of goldenseal root in a small amount of water. Drink that every 2 hours for the first 8 hours, then switch to every 3 hours for a total of 3 days. And then drink plenty of water throughout. (FYI, the dropper that’s included does not have milliliter markings. I use a separate dropper that has the markings.)
I also take 1500 milligrams of chewable alfalfa tablets (500 mgs, 3 times a day).
Refrain from any probiotics or prebiotics during those 3 days, but then load up on them afterward. (You don’t need to buy those crazy-expensive supplements — I drink 2 ounces of organic apple cider vinegar daily (with the ‘mother’), as a prebiotic. And then 1 cup of organic plain Greek yogurt daily, as a probiotic. Be sure it contains active cultures and NO sugar.)
I only resort to goldenseal when it feels like the regular route is not enough (elderberry, echinacea, oil of oregano, etc.). Goldenseal is intense.
Anyway. So now I am finally fine.
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I thought this was interesting. Nothing we haven’t heard Pascal talk about before, but he goes into more detail about the WEF, and the Constitution of Switzerland, which I found very informative. It’s in 2 parts, but the WEF background stuff is primarily in the first part:
CHARLIE WARD SPEAKS WITH PASCAL NAJADI – PART 1 (30 mins):
CHARLIE INTERVIEWS PASCAL NAJADI PART 2 (18 mins):
And if you don’t know the website Pascal is talking about, with all the Executive Orders, it’s Derek Johnson’s “1776 Nation” website — HERE.
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This was interesting. (If you’re keeping track, Argentina and now the Netherlands are having some interesting election results that seem to NOT (?) be rigged.)
Sanity4Sweden – NETHERLANDS EARTHQUAKE ELECTION (7 mins):
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And this is a new channel I’m following on telegram. It’s not new, just new to me. It has some very interesting posts regarding Ukraine–
UKR LEAKS investigation centre of the Ukrainian special services’ former officer Vasily Prozorov
Join it here in English.
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General Flynn posted this, from YouTube. We’re suddenly starting to see a lot of this, gang — how terrified (allegedly) the left is of Trump being back in office:
Brace Yourself For What’s Coming in 2024 – Victor Davis Hanson (10 mins):
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Some intense stuff has been on Real Raw News again and I refrained from posting it, but today there was another interesting item, so I’ll go ahead and post a couple of them today.
This one really disturbed me– not that I necessarily oppose vigilante justice (I’m not referring to all-out mob “justice”), but the details of this were kind of gruesome:
“FEMA Official Beaten to Death at GITMO
A former FEMA official whom U.S. Marines arrested in August was beaten to death at Guantanamo Bay, a JAG source told Real Raw News.
[…] On September 13, a Camp Delta guard began clubbing Hooks with a baton after escorting him to the shower stalls, which have no security cameras. Hooks, handcuffed as the beating started, was struck twice on each kneecap before collapsing in a puddle of water. The unnamed guard then bludgeoned Hooks’ torso and face, as Hooks entreated the guard for mercy. Approximately two minutes later, with the guard mercilessly pounding Hooks, a second guard entered the stall and joined in the assault, kicking a prone and defenseless Hooks in the teeth. The guards’ unswerving desire to end Hooks’ life lasted several minutes, at which point one guard felt for a pulse and said, “Yeah, he’s gone.”
The guard who initiated the walloping immediately radioed the Master-at-arms, saying, “We need to surrender. We just killed detainee Erik Hooks. We did it for Maui.” […]
Also this — curious, indeed.
“JAG Opens New Jail for MSM
Marine Corps Base Camp Blaz in Guam has finished building a 200-cell penitentiary that will soon house “media personalities” who deceived Americans into believing that Joseph R. Biden legitimately won the 2020 presidential election, Real Raw News has learned. […]
A JAG official stationed in Guam told RRN that construction began after White Hats seized the 4,000-acre installation in January and staffed it with 2,700 patriotic Marines and sailors who denounced the Biden regime and swore to defend the Constitution of the United States. He called the prison “crude” and “basic,” saying the cement façade and steel bars are more akin to Riker’s Island than Blaz’s primary, ultramodern supermax. […]
[…] And asked when JAG plans to start populating the prison, he said, “I’m not pinning down dates, but don’t be surprised if Christmas comes early this year.” […]
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James Tabor and Myth Vision — Do We Find Messianic Suffering in the Dead Sea Scrolls? (31 mins):
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And I think that is it for now.
Enjoy the rest of your holiday weekend if you live State-side! (Don’t spend even one moment of it thinking about how sad it is that I have to work….)
If you live everywhere else in the world, have a great Friday.
I leave you with this, because it’s beautiful!
Nick Cave, a million or so years ago:
Thanks for visiting!
I love you guys. See ya!
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I leave you with another one of my favorite albums that I’ve been revisiting lately — Catholic Boy, by the Jim Carroll Band. I love the whole album, but this particular song has a real deep place in my heart — “Day and Night”, 1980.
This album came out the year I finally moved to NYC (Nov. 15th 1980). I remember reading an incredible interview with Jim in Andy Warhol’s magazine, Interview, right before I moved to NYC, never dreaming how influential Jim Carroll would wind up being for me as a writer. I also remember my best friend at the time (still in Ohio), telling me she’d just heard an amazing song on the radio, all about a bunch of people who died… And not too long after that, I was living in NYC, seeing Jim in concert, and singing along to every single word of that song (“People Who Died”).
Anyway. “Day and Night.” Enjoy.
Day and Night
Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly
From dark to light she promised she could know me
Remember when . . . I watched her on the stairway
She was drinkin’ wine . . . and she told me what the
Stars
Say .
Some destinies, they should not be delivered .
But in her eyes I saw a thousand reasons
Day and night
I feel her skin . . . it’s thin and white as pressed milk
I closed my eyes and she vanished just like burnt silk
And what remains was like some fallen thunder
And my lips were chained; they were filled with empty wonder
But the stars tell lies, it blinds the only warning
And when darkness dies, there’s nothing left but morning .
Just day and night
Day and night . . . the shadows start to scatter
When touched by light . . . each promise made is shattered
And even when the questions find the answer
But even then, they’re something like a dancer
But even then, they’re something like a dancer
Like day and night . . . dark to light
I move from day to night
c- 1980 Jim Carroll
Happy Thanksgiving, Gang!!
Well, I am home alone today for Thanksgiving. Primarily, because I coughed all night and got no sleep and I continue to be exhausted. But, as fate would have it, my dad is in really bad shape this morning with a blocked catheter, and would not have wanted me to come. The nurse is there with him now.
I feel bad for my stepsister and her family — they drove 9 hours from Alabama yesterday. But they will be there for a few days. Hopefully my dad will get a little better as the day progresses.
Anyway. Happy Thanksgiving, gang, however you spend it or honor it. I have some amazing Thanksgiving memories from my wee bonny girlhood in Cleveland, so that will have to suffice for me today.
If you missed Phil’s livestream last night, it was a very nice one. Mostly , it was really enjoyable to just have him back. The intel he had last night is already unfolding this morning. So check his channel, and also watch the replay if you missed it last night (1 hr 20 mins):
General Flynn had a nice Thanksgiving letter. You can read it in full here, but I particularly liked this part:
“[…] President Abraham Lincoln, after the victorious but very difficult Battle of Gettysburg displayed the cost of war along with apparent insurmountable odds, who proclaimed the last Thursday of November to be set aside as a day to reflect on the sacrifices of Gettysburg, and of all previous wars, as a “day of Thanksgiving and Praise to our beneficent Father.” President Lincoln wanted Americans to reflect on the tender care we must offer to those who have gone before us and to those who suffer because of the consequences of war. Thanksgiving is a reminder, despite the challenges we now face, there is a fruitful bounty in our lives that we must all reflect upon while we enjoy each other’s company and offer thanks for this still plentiful nation that remains the freest, most abundant on earth […]”
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Simon Parkes had a nice video of Putin walking down a flight of airplane stairs in a blizzard (30 seconds). (The meaning, of course, is that Biden is always falling down…)
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I hate to spring a pop quiz on you when it’s a holiday, however….
How do we know this gorgeous creature is really Johnny Depp? (Select only one answer please):
A. Because he is smoking
B. Because he is smoking
(Good luck, everyone!!)
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Okay, so Black Friday sales are bombarding us all over the place, aren’t they???
I saved a fortune on supplements yesterday at various online outlets, so that was nice.
I also purchased a couple things from the Manhattan Repertory Theater — a new eBook, The 10 Principles of Playwrighting by Ken Wolf ($7 Amazon Kindle) — because I am still tweaking my play, Tell My Bones: The Helen LaFrance Story.
And I also purchased a script consultation (on sale right now, can also use it for screenwriting!).
I have 5 months to use the consultation, so that gives me a nice deadline to tweak the play.
I did NOT get the Tom Petty Christmas coffee mug because shipping charges were off-the-charts insane.
I didn’t get the Keith Richards tee shirt, either. I’m holding out for a better photo on the shirt. I tell you, gang, I had the BEST Keith Richards tee shirt in the 1980s, and none of the newer ones hold a candle to that one. So I’m waiting…
(It was not this photo, but it was from this photo shoot, and the shirt was in black, white and yellow. And I had cut the sleeves off, because back then, for some reason, we cut the sleeves off of our tee shirts — you can see that with Keith’s shirt in the photo below. And the tee shirt I had looked incredible with black Levis.)
(I remember one spring day in 1985, wearing the tee shirt and a pair of black Levis and black cowboy boots; walking along St. Mark’s Place with the punk-rock bassist now known as Blare N. Bitch, who was the love of my life at that point. She and I were both smoking our cigarettes, both had our de rigueur crazy 1980s hair. I was good-naturedly asking her not to leave me, not to go back to her sig o, and to just let me be the most important thing in her world for at least an afternoon, and she was chuckling and some guy came up to me on the street and said, “I love your tee shirt”…. That’s the kind of Keith Richards tee shirt I want to own again.)
(BELOW: The bassist now known as Blare N. Bitch in my room at about 3AM in 1985. Note these things: Many photos of Keith taped to my wall, along with other people. The ashtray on the bed — you always want to do that, gang, because beds are super flammable. The Lou Reed cassette tape for New Sensations. I LOVED that album!!)
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Okay!
Nick Cave sent out another very interesting Red Hand File this morning!! Wherein, he encourages us to embrace yet another much-needed “cultural irritant.”
Personally, I have more cultural irritants than I can handle. So I’m gonna pass on this one. But I loved what he had to say about his own Christianity.
“The defining characteristic of my belief, and which I consider to be a fundamental imperative in my life, is uncertainty. This questioning impulse is the essence of freedom and the creative catalyst that keeps the wheels rotating irrevocably toward God….”
You can read it in full here.
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And I think that’s it for now, gang.
Enjoy your Thursday, wherever you are in the world. If you are State-side — Happy Thanksgiving!! Good things are coming, even as I type!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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From Lou Reed’s New Sensations, 1984. “Doin’ the Things We Want To”.
60 Years Today
I sure hope I live long enough to see the whole truth come out, publicly. We can only hope, gang.
If you’ve never seen Phil’s videos about the alleged JFK assassination, they are on his rumble channel. I think it’s a 3- part series.
One thing that we know for certain is that on this day, 60 years ago, horrible things were set in motion and nothing was the same.
Not coincidentally, Phil is planning to do a livestream tonight, probably at 7pm Eastern time. Check his channel later to confirm.
In my part of the world…
Yesterday afternoon, I finally resorted to the goldenseal protocol because the cough simply wasn’t going away. I’m now taking goldenseal every 2 hours and it’s working. I barely have any cough or congestion left. So on we go.
Have a great holiday everybody, if you live State-side!!
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya.
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Beautiful, beautiful song.
Listen Carefully
From yesterday, in Canada. Listen carefully, gang.
Top officials convicted of killing native activists, assaulting Kevin Annett – Arrest warrant issued (5 mins):
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James Tabor – Is Christianity’s Most Holy Site the Wrong Location–And Does it Matter? (47 mins):
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Yes, btw, I’m STILL SICK! I don’t feel bad, really, it’s just the cough that won’t totally go away. I don’t think I’m contagious anymore, so I can probably still go see my dad, but still… it would be nice to feel 100%.
Okay!
Another photo I forgot to post!
Two of my very favorite Guitar Heroes of all time!! Joe Satriani and Steve Vai. They will be going on tour together in 2024!! I love this photo. It is from about 35 years ago.
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And here is another Christmas gift I hope to buy for myself!! Because 17 Christmas mugs in my house are just not enough!! (Tom Petty’s only Christmas song — “It’s Christmas All Over Again”)
Also — The Stones announced that they are going to tour the US in 2024. Oddly enough, they will be in Cleveland on June 15th.
I first saw them in Cleveland on June 14th, 1975. Can you please do the math??!! (When I do it, it comes out to 49 (!!!) years. Clearly, that can’t be right!!)
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Okay, that’s it, gang. I’m going to get back to trying not to do anything…
Have a terrific Tuesday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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Late night, falling asleep by tea-candle-light, listening- music! Enjoy!
I keep forgetting to post this!
Peitor, on the terrace of the new apartment in Nice, France! The new home of Abstract Absurdity Productions!! Right on the Mediterranean.
He sent this a couple of days ago. He had a friend visiting from London.
Getting better by the minute!!
Well, sort of.
But I am feeling worlds better than I felt yesterday. And today I also seem to have my voice back. (Although I’ve only spoken to a handful of cats, so it’s sort of hard to judge.)
I spoke with my dad on the phone yesterday, and he was rather worried, from the sound of my voice — or, actually, the nearly complete lack of a voice — that I wouldn’t be able to come for Thanksgiving. A mere 4 days away.
We spoke for maybe 10 minutes, and I lost count of how many times he told me to “just rest — don’t do anything!”. So I really am trying to not doing anything. I don’t want to disappoint him or myself. And so today I do feel better.
And I slept until almost 7 this morning!! Unheard of for me. So that was great. But I awoke to quite a flurry of Amish men, teaming all over the house directly across from me on W. 1st Street.
That lucky neighbor is getting a new roof today!!!!
(The view from my bedroom window this morning. Sort of.)
I only have a mere 14 more months before I can reapply to everyone imaginable for funds to help me get a new roof… But the minute those funds are there, the Amish will be all over my roof, too.
Believe me. I can’t wait.
Okay, so if you are watching the news or looking at everything going on on the back channels, etc., you will probably scoff when I say that there is “no news today”. But, honestly, gang. there is just no news. It is all complete chaos, leading to God only knows what.
I did see a mention that BRICS is meeting to discuss the Gaza thing, so perhaps Putin’s declaration of war on Israel will come from that… I guess we will wait and see.
The whole thing is just sickening, really. Regardless of what’s true and what isn’t, and worse — what never was true. It’s all just sickening. To simply say that I’m “so over it” doesn’t really do justice to how worn out I am from all the endless lies.
And speaking of lies…
In a similar vein — in my seemingly endless research for my novella Novitiate, I’m reading this (it is endlessly astounding and mind-numbing):
Talk about going down rabbit holes. It is similar to the articles on MK Ultra and LSD and the counter-culture that I posted links to here a couple of months ago. It’s all connected, really.
(Oh, and isn’t it interesting that a Rothschild produced records for The Doors and Janis Joplin, and that both Columbia Records and Atlantic Records had connections to Washington DC? Honestly, gang, it never stops — the truly sinister underbelly of the music scene in the 1960s.)
Anyway. My brain hurts but I’m feeling better.
Nick Cave sent out a really touching Red Hand File today, to a guy wanting advice about performing songs publicly that were written in memory of his grandfather, who recently died. Or were written under the spiritual influence of his grief.
Part of Nick’s reply:
“But I have come to understand that the feeling of creative control is an illusion, that the songs are predetermined and have their own destiny, that they are not our own…“
You can read it in full here.
When I was a songwriter, I definitely had feelings along those lines. I would sit with my guitar, and a chord would suddenly resonate with me — that would then lead to another chord, then a melody forming, which would end up being a sort of portal for lyrics to come through.
Songs had their own beginnings and my mind was the doorway for it to arrive in the physical.
I have similar feelings about stories and novels, but it’s not exactly the same.
Okay. Let me get started on things here today — well, get started while not doing anything…
I hope you have a great Monday, wherever you are in the world.
Thanks for visiting.
I love you guys. See ya!
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James Tabor has been doing a great series on YouTube regarding the many Christians around the world, wanting to connect the Book of Revelation with what’s happening now in Israel. (Meaning: “these are the End Times”.)
He has a new lecture this morning, but there have already been several before this. They are all really thorough and thought-provoking–
Bible Prophecy # 22 Twenty-First Century Expectations–Putting it ALL Together! (31 minutes):
And breakfast-listening music!! When my soul needs peace, this is my go-to song, for sure. (I love you & miss you so much, Tom!!) Enjoy.
Sunday Morning in the Hinterlands
Okay. I have 4 uninterrupted days to myself here and I absolutely MUST get well or I can’t go down to be with my dad on Thanksgiving.
I am so sick now, gang, it’s ridiculous. It’s just a cold, but now it has turned into a really bad one — because for the past 3 days, I refused to stay home from the train station because of the Beaujolais Nouveau celebration stuff. Plus, the evenings got really cold here and I kept insisting on wearing this little hoodie that’s made for, like, late summer weather. (i.e., I was fucking freezing anytime I went outside.)
Anyway. The celebration is over. It was a success. And I managed to get really, really sick.
The only thing I found interesting this morning, was from Nino– (yes, btw — I believe the Earth is flat)–
SPACEX FAILS!! YET..WE WENT TO THE MOON?? YOU DECIDE! (5 mins):
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The stuff about the “real” J6 tapes finally coming out — I think that’s great, folks. J6 lost me a lot of colleagues and friends because they refused to believe me when I tried to tell them that the mainstream news was lying to them…
So I’m glad to finally see the true tapes materializing, but it still feels like too little, too late and no one is going to pay attention.
But that could just be me feeling “under the weather.”
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Oh, also regarding flat Earth stuff — if that whole idea is new to you, there is some amazing stuff heading your way in the near future. Among that stuff, are old maps of what earth actually looked like in the days before people believed in outer space.
These are just a couple, from Goodliontv — the potential world beyond the ice walls. The first map is at the UN:
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Here’s this!! Charlie Watts with his daughter when she was a very little girl! Probably around 1969. I love this photo. (Charlie is deceased now but he was the drummer for the Rolling Stones for about 60 years, in case you don’t know him.)
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Real Raw News has had several articles recently that were interesting, but that were a little confusing to me, so I haven’t been posting them. But I will at least point out this one, because I really, really don’t get it. Is it optics? Is it real? Someone questioned Phil about this recently, but his answer didn’t sound very decisive.
Only time will tell, gang–
The United States Navy Judge Advocate General’s Corps has indicted former Trump lawyer Jenna Ellis on charges of treason and aiding and abetting the enemy, a JAG source told Real Raw News. […]”
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Aside from banks failing — in Japan, and now Citigroup is laying off a massive amount of people tomorrow –that’s really it.
I’m going to TAKE IT EASY here today. I really, really am.
Enjoy your Sunday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
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Another great one from Tom Waits’ newly remastered album, Rain Dogs (1983). But I give you fair warning — this crazy little tune can get stuck in your head!! Enjoy, gang. (This version is the original from 1983, not remastered.)
“Cemetery Polka”
Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there
At the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion
For Mr. Weiss
Uncle Biltmore and
Uncle William
Made a
Million during
World War II
But they’re tightwads
And they’re
Cheap skates
And they’ll never
Give a dime to you
Auntie Mame
Has gone
Insane
She lives in
The doorway of an old hotel
And the
Radio’s playing opera and
All she ever says
Is go to Hell
Uncle Violet
Flew as a pilot
He said there
Ain’t no pretty
Girls in France
Now he runs a
Tidy little
Bookie joint they say
He never
Keeps it in his pants
Uncle Bill
Will never leave a will
And the tumour is as
Big as an egg
He has a mistress
She’s Puerto Rican
And I heard she has
A wooden leg
Uncle Phil
Can’t live without his pills
He has emphysema and
He’s almost blind
And we must find out
Where the money is
Get it now
Before he loses his mind
Uncle Vernon
Uncle Vernon
Independent as a
Hog on ice
He’s a big shot down there
At the slaughterhouse
He plays accordion
For Mr. Weiss
c- 1983 Thomas Alan Waits
So far, a complete success
Yes, I did manage to make my cold 99% worse by going back to the train station before I was over it, and I am utterly exhausted and feel like I’m 110 years old and I’m now battling laryngitis…
However, the Beaujolais Nouveau 2023!celebration at the train station has been a complete and fantastic success.
The guests are LOVING it — and most of them had no idea what Beaujolais Nouveau even was. They just wanted to show up and find out.
Last night, it rained and was cold, so the patio was closed and we couldn’t light the fire pits, and we can only seat about 26 people inside. But we stayed busy all evening and almost ran out of food!
And we’re down to only 12 bottles of Beaujolais Nouveau to sell by Thanksgiving — and we still have another round of celebrating tonight!🥳 So, yay!!
And people are loving the French 60s pop music — mostly the Ye Ye girl stuff. But on Thursday evening, an older woman, with some type of European accent that I didn’t recognize, was sitting at the counter, drinking a glass of Beaujolais, the lights were dim, the votives were flickering, and she called me over and said, “What is this music?”
“Serge Gainsbourg and Brigitte Bardot, singing a song called ‘Bonnie and Clyde’.”
She had such a serious expression. She said, “It’s wonderful.”
So the guests are having an incredible time, the cooks are making incredible food (!!), and Wendy (my co-worker) and I are having a blast . (I just wish I felt better….. )
Okay. Enjoy your Saturday, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya!
More News from Bizarro-land
The news is slim today, indeed, gang.
The fake Biden called “his friend” Xi a “Dictator” in front of everybody. (You know, for people who have no clue what’s going on, that all of this is fake, that Xi is in on the whole thing, they must just want to tear their hair out.)
And then a bunch of really offensive (paid actors?) “illegal” pro-Palestinian protestors attacked the DNC offices in DC last night and had everyone running for cover.
A lovely — and really, really, really REALLY loud — protestor:
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Honestly, that’s it.
Here’s that interview Nick Cave did with Rick Rubin right after his solo tour-with-bass-player ended in Los Angeles a couple weeks ago (1 hr 23 mins):
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Another great photo of Keith!! (You know, I’m putting together notes, notes, and more notes, for a memoir I am going to write about the various different father figures in my life, and Keith Richards is the only one of all of them who isn’t dead yet. (This doesn’t count my adoptive dad, who is terminally ill but still alive). Anyway. if you know anything about the life of Keith Richards, it is kind of amazing that he, of all people on Earth who had such a profound affect on my entire life, is still alive.)
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So, I am still a little bit sick with that cold but I have to head back to the train station today, because we are having our Beaujolais Nouveau 2023 celebration. starting tonight.
This was, of course, my idea, since no one on Earth expects a tiny 200-year-old train station in the middle of Nowhere Ohio to be celebrating the annual release of the Beaujolais Nouveau.
I had to basically beg for it, starting way back in September, and I finally got everyone onboard, and 2 cases of Georges Duboeuf were ordered and delivered, and the social media promotions went out — and so now I have to be in top energetic form to MOVE THOSE BOTTLES of wine before Thanksgiving, or at the very latest, by Christmas….
But my nighttime co-workers, who are a whole different breed from the daytime staff, except for one of the day shift girls who is like a daughter to me. But anyway. They are so enthusiastic. Everyone’s dressing in retro-French garb tonight and we’ll be blasting (and I mean blasting) 60s French pop music on the sound system — France Gall, Francoise Hardy, some famous Serge Gainsbourg duets, Dalida, Juliette Grecco, and various Ye Ye girls, etc.
My dear friend Kara is even going to stop in, either tonight or tomorrow. So it really should be fun. However… I am so fucking tired….
But on we go.
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Enjoy your Beaujolais Nouveau day, wherever you are in the world!
Thanks for visiting. I love you guys. See ya.
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I leave you with another great one from Tom Waits’ Rain Dogs, 1983 — which was just remastered and it is great!! This one below, “Gun Street Girl,” is not remastered here. And I have the lyrics below, too, because I think that some of the songs I posted yesterday are hard to understand. Okay. Enjoy.
“Gun Street Girl”
Falling James in the Tahoe mud
Stick around to tell us all the tale
He fell in love with a Gun Street girl and
Now he’s dancing in the Birmingham jail
Dancing in the Birmingham jail
Took a 100 dollars off a Slaughterhouse Joe
Bought a bran’ new Michigan 20 gauge
Got all liquored up on that roadhouse corn
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Blew a hole in the hood of a yellow corvette
Bought a second hand Nova from a Cuban Chinese
Dyed his hair in the bathroom of a Texaco
With a pawnshop radio, quarter past 4
Well he left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
He left Waukegan at the slammin’ of the door
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Sitting in a sycamore in St. John’s Wood
Soakin’ day old bread in kerosene
He was blue as a robin’s egg brown as a hog
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Stayin’ out of circulation till the dogs get tired
Shadow fixed the toilet with an old trombone
He never got up in the morning on a Saturday
Sittin’ by the Erie with a bull whipped dog
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Tellin’ everyone he saw
They went thatta way
Now the rain’s like gravel on an old tin roof
And the Burlington Northern’s pullin’ out of the world
With a head full of bourbon and a dream in the straw
And a Gun Street Girl was the cause of it all
A Gun Street girl was the cause of it all
Riding in the shadow by the St. Joe Ridge
He heard the click clack tappin’ of a blind man’s cane
Pullin’ into Baker on a New Year’s Eve
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
With one eye on the pistol and the other on the door
Miss Charlotte took her satchel down to King Fish Row
And she smuggled in a bran’ new pair of alligator shoes
With her fireman’s raincoat and her long yellow hair, well
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
They tied her to a tree with a skinny millionaire
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
Bangin’ on a table with an old tin cup
Sing I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I’ll never kiss a Gun Street Girl again
I said, John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
I said John, John he’s long gone
Gone to Indiana
Ain’t never coming home
c – 1983 Thomas Alan Waits
Marilyn's Room 