What’s this all about?

When I was a young girl, I always wanted a horse.  As I grew up, the longing for one never passed; and now, as an adult, I have become a dead horse. 

 You may be asking yourself, how do I become a dead horse? 

 It is simple really.   Find something you enjoy doing very much.  For me, it is playing music.  Now, keep doing that and get nowhere with it until it feels like you are beating a dead horse. 

 Once this horse is good and dead and beaten down, you can begin your journey into dead horsed-om.  Please note, this will not happen overnight.  It is a long path of disappointment, rejection and longing.

 Dead horse status comes with the knowledge that the future is bright just the way it is.  It will no longer matter that you aren’t famous, recognized for your craft, or, god forbid, people don’t like what you create. 

 

It is with this realization that you can deflect from the unvarying beatings and transcend into dead horse status. 

Finally, you can rise from the ashes and do what makes you happy regardless of the status quo or what hipster’s term as “lame”. 

 Those tarnished hopes and dreams will be replaced with a realization that you can be content just doing your thing.  Whatever that thing may be…

 But, if you haven’t gotten this far, and that horse is still kicking, flog it for several more years.   Eventually, we will see you on the other side.

 Lastly, and I think most importantly – please don’t misinterpret- I am a vain show donkey on parade; but, I am also a dead horse.


George Jones dies today…

“Me and the bottle have always been friends, we’ve had a few old nasty fights but the bottle would always win, so when I go to answer that final curtain call, I can hear these words being whispered by all… Ol’ George stopped drinking today.”

–GEORGE JONES


Focus


Q Lazzarus – Goodbye Horses

Hoo, hoo-hoo, hoo-hoo
You told me, I see you rise

But, it always falls

I see you come, I see you go
You say, “All things pass, into the night”

And I say,

“Oh no sir, I must say, you’re wrong I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say, you’re wrong”

Won’t you listen to me
You told me, I’ve seen it all before

I’ve been there

I’ve seen my hopes and dreams a-lying on the ground
I’ve seen the sky just begin to fall

And you say, “All things pass, into the night”

And I say,

“Oh no sir, I must say. you’re wrong I must disagree, oh no sir, I must say. you’re wrong”

Won’t you listen to me?

Goodbye horses I’m lying over you

Goodbye horses I’m lying over you
Goodbye horses I’m lying over you

 Goodbye horses I’m lying, lying, lying over you!


hope for the living….

What makes music great is that it is fun, it reminds you that you’re alive- who wants to be dead?

Music saved my life and reminded me I was alive. It was that singer, that sound.

Wearing tight pants; having big hair; holding your guitar at just the right angle…this isn’t rock&roll. It is a prototype, a thing already done before.

Rock&roll is living. It is happening in a room somewhere right now and it is different and it is new…. I hope.


Patti Smith: Horses

The boy was in the hallway drinking a glass of tea
From the other end of the hallway a rhythm was generating
Another boy was sliding up the hallway
He merged perfectly with the hallway,
He merged perfectly, the mirror in the hallway

The boy looked at Johnny, Johnny wanted to run,
but the movie kept moving as planned
The boy took Johnny, he pushed him against the locker,
He drove it in, he drove it home, he drove it deep in Johnny
The boy disappeared, Johnny fell on his knees,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started crashing his head against the locker,
started laughing hysterically

When suddenly Johnny gets the feeling he’s being surrounded by
horses, horses, horses, horses
coming in in all directions
white shining silver studs with their nose in flames,
He saw horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses, horses.
Do you know how to pony like bony maroney
Do you know how to twist, well it goes like this, it goes like this
Baby mash potato, do the alligator, do the alligator
And you twist the twister like your baby sister
I want your baby sister, give me your baby sister, dig your baby sister
Rise up on her knees, do the sweet pea, do the sweet pee pee,
Roll down on her back, got to lose control, got to lose control,
Got to lose control and then you take control,
Then you’re rolled down on your back and you like it like that,
Like it like that, like it like that, like it like that,
Then you do the watusi, yeah do the watusi

Life is filled with holes, Johnny’s laying there, his sperm coffin
Angel looks down at him and says, “Oh, pretty boy,
Can’t you show me nothing but surrender ?”
Johnny gets up, takes off his leather jacket,
Taped to his chest there’s the answer,
You got pen knives and jack knives and
Switchblades preferred, switchblades preferred
Then he cries, then he screams, saying
Life is full of pain, I’m cruisin’ through my brain
And I fill my nose with snow and go Rimbaud,
Go Rimbaud, go Rimbaud,
And go Johnny go, and do the watusi, oh do the watusi

There’s a little place, a place called space
It’s a pretty little place, it’s across the tracks,
Across the tracks and the name of the place is you like it like that,
You like it like that, you like it like that, you like it like that,
And the name of the band is the
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes,
Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes, Twistelettes

Baby calm down, better calm down,
In the night, in the eye of the forest
There’s a mare black and shining with yellow hair,
I put my fingers through her silken hair and found a stair,
I didn’t waste time, I just walked right up and saw that
up there — there is a sea
up there — there is a sea
up there — there is a sea
the sea’s the possibility
There is no land but the land
(up there is just a sea of possibilities)
There is no sea but the sea
(up there is a wall of possibilities)
There is no keeper but the key
(up there there are several walls of possibilities)
Except for one who seizes possibilities, one who seizes possibilities.
(up there)
I seize the first possibility, is the sea around me
I was standing there with my legs spread like a sailor
(in a sea of possibilities) I felt his hand on my knee
(on the screen)
And I looked at Johnny and handed him a branch of cold flame
(in the heart of man)
The waves were coming in like Arabian stallions
Gradually lapping into sea horses
He picked up the blade and he pressed it against his smooth throat
(the spoon)
And let it deep in
(the veins)
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening
Dip in to the sea, to the sea of possibilities
It started hardening in my hand
And I felt the arrows of desire

I put my hand inside his cranium, oh we had such a brainiac-amour
But no more, no more, I gotta move from my mind to the area
(go Rimbaud go Rimbaud go Rimbaud)
And go Johnny go and do the watusi,
Yeah do the watusi, do the watusi …
Shined open coiled snakes white and shiny twirling and encircling
Our lives are now entwined, we will fall yes we’re together twining
Your nerves, your mane of the black shining horse
And my fingers all entwined through the air,
I could feel it, it was the hair going through my fingers,
(I feel it I feel it I feel it I feel it)
The hairs were like wires going through my body
I I that’s how I
that’s how I
I died
(at that Tower of Babel they knew what they were after)
(they knew what they were after)
[Everything on the current] moved up
I tried to stop it, but it was too warm, too unbelievably smooth,
Like playing in the sea, in the sea of possibility, the possibility
Was a blade, a shiny blade, I hold the key to the sea of possibilities
There’s no land but the land

looked at my hands, and there’s a red stream
that went streaming through the sands like fingers,
like arteries, like fingers
(how much fits between the eyes of a horse?)
He lay, pressing it against his throat (your eyes)
He opened his throat (your eyes)
His vocal chords started shooting like (of a horse) mad pituitary glands
The scream he made (and my heart) was so high (my heart) pitched that nobody heard,
No one heard that cry,
No one heard (Johnny) the butterfly flapping in his throat,
(His fingers)
Nobody heard, he was on that bed, it was like a sea of jelly,
And so he seized the first
(his vocal chords shot up)
(possibility)
(like mad pituitary glands)
It was a black tube, he felt himself disintegrate
(there is nothing happening at all)
and go inside the black tube, so when he looked out into the steep
saw this sweet young thing (Fender one)
Humping on the parking meter, leaning on the parking meter

In the sheets
there was a man
dancing around
to the simple
Rock & roll
song


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