Tear/Guts v.3

You Can't Always Get What You Want- Rolling Stones
You've Got to Hide Your Love Away- The Beatles -- This one reminds me every time of John Lennon's death, and how the news of it crushed young me, and how much I miss having him in our world.

xo

9 am is when the morning becomes the day.

...This is what Jack said to me this morning when he let me sleep from the everyday hour of 6am, to the very luxuious hour of 9 am. "You slept in so so late, mama." "Hm. Thanks for letting me. It's only 9 o'clock, though! That's a very normal time to wake up, I think." "No. It's practically the middle of the day!" "Actually, it's as far from the middle of the day as it is from our regular wake up time. Count it and see." "Oh. Yeah. Well then, 9 am is when the morning becomes the day. Let's get going."

Super Fam

Captain Mama is the superhero name given to me by my little duder, Jack. He has given me others: Frame Girl, Rope Girl, etc, but they are each attached to a specific scenario. Captain Mama is a bit more flexible- good for any and every situation. So bring it on! And if I can't handle it alone, I'll just round up my sidekicks, 1980 Boy and Dr. Meat.

I'm only doing this to avoid folding the laundry.

Tear Out Your Guts Song List v2

Steppin' Out- Joe Jackson
In My Darkest Hour- Lee Bob Watson -- All the words get caught in my throat when I'm belting it out, and then tears just run right out of my eyeballs. Ro and Lee, man. Two beauties right down to their very cores. I love their love.
Be Thankful for What You've Got- William DeVaughn -- Seriously.
Bonita Applebaum- Tribe Called Quest -- Now, while I can remember EVERY album and song that was in Dana's disc changer the first time I ever went to his house so so many years ago-- this one really really gets me. Maybe because we were pretty well lit by the time it came on, and getting all silly on this one with a boy (then) that I barely knew but was madly in love with ... well, even my guts get to grinnin'.

Yeah.

Precision and Love In a Shiny Swiss Machine

Meet the new addition to our projector family, Ms. Beautiful Bolex. I met this wonderful machine at the estate sale of James and Helen Hunt, and I knew at once that I had to have her. She was resting, just a peek of shine showing through a white leather zipper bag, next to a tidy pile of guidebooks for the 1964/65 New York World's Fair. All amazing artwork and architecture of said books was forgotten entirely as I unzipped her case, all aquiver with the excitement of having found a rare gem, and at the luck of a price just above free.

An hour earlier, I had fallen in love with James and Helen Hunt. Right in their very own garage. In amongst the tables and tables of various holiday decorations and all manner of bridge night accessories, I had almost given up when a shoebox full of yellow Kodak boxes caught my eye. Then I saw the camera- an Electric Zoom 8 in mint condition, in a snappy little case! With more boxes of film underneath! UNUSED 8mm FILM!!! Oh, what glorious bargains and bits of history had I stumbled upon?! Now, I found it incredibly romantic that these priceless artifacts were ACTUALLY KEPT IN A SHOEBOX, and that is when I fell for the Hunts. There, hunched over the tiny shoebox full of reel after reel of their 'home' movies. I say 'home', because the next thing I saw was a table full of maps, postcards, guidebooks and travel itineraries from around the world. From around the '60's world; the most beautifully designed world. Hong Kong, Sweden, B.C., Hawaii, France, Australia, an extended holiday in Taiwan-- just like Ro and Lee! and April and Miguel! and countless other sweet lovers, I am sure-- Suddenly, it all came together in my mind: the cards, the decorations, the endless serving trays and utensils, the trips... The times they must have had with their family and friends! Man, I felt so much happiness and love of life standing in their garage. Talk about vibes! I could not wait to get home and travel the world with James and Helen. And Dana! Oooooooooooooo, Dana. He was gonna love the goods as much as me, maybe more, only without all the squealing and shivering. Or maybe he squeals and shivers on the inside. At any rate, that was half the excitement in my happy heart-- knowing that Dana would find it all amazing, too, and have the time of his life with the camera and the film.

AND THE PROJECTOR!! A complete package.

Thank you, James and Helen Hunt. Thanks for taking such good care of yourselves (you lived forever!) and your things. We love your movies and your good times.

Settling in Softly with Songs

My sweet lady Alison has a nice little blog, and in it, she has compiled a list of songs that 'tear her guts out' everytime she hears them. I'm swiping her idea right off the screen, because she is brilliant, and because music is a constantly amazing part of my life. And also, a list of songs is a nice way to ease into this little blog o' mine.

So, guts, are you ready?

These I share with Al:

This Will Be Our Year- The Zombies -- Because, oh man, it really will be this time, I just know it.
The Only Living Boy in New York- Simon & Garfunkel

These I came up with all on my own:

Days Gone By- Deathray -- A beauty, with more honesty than I can bear.
Settin' the Woods on Fire- Hank Williams -- There is not a trace of sadness in even the most remote parts of my heart when this sweet tune's a'playin'.
1 Gymnopedie- Eric Satie -- It's never taken so few notes to fill up a heart.
When You Notice the Stripes or New Slang, whichever it's called- The Shins

This will do for now, as I am trying to hold myself to a 'decent' head-hitting-the-pillow hour. Really, I don't HAVE to feel like so much grog in the morns; I do have control over that, right?

Get into these songs. FEEL ME.