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Thanks, atljimbear!!!!

Thanks to all for the lovely birthday wishes.
Ssssssuper Big Hugssssss to my Birthday brothers smokeycub and truckerbear

And now as a token of my asteem: The lyrics to "Brothers" from Emmet Otter and his Jugband.

Brothers*

How much alike we are

Perhaps we're long lost brothers

We even think the same

You know there may be others



We can always use a friend

This family just keeps growing

This family doesn't have to end

Brothers, brothers



So many things to learn

But we'll enjoy each lesson

Problems don't worry us

When half the fun is guessing



Live a lifetime of surprise

We'll all become magicians

And leave the wonder in their eyes

Brothers, brothers

Wow!!! I'm almost 36 years old. I've been a musician in one way or another for around 24 years. I've loved all sorts of music over that time. When I was 14, I fell in love with synthesizers. Christmas... Casio... 49 mini keys.. auto-accompaniment. Then a used Realistic MG-1 (yes Realistic... as in RadioShack... but it was manufactured by Moog.. the GOD!!!)
A couple years later.... Oberheim!!! Another GOD!!!! I was the shit!!!!
During this entire synth experience, I discovered bass guitar (Thank you with all my heart, Geddy Lee.)
I spent most of my "at home time" in my room or the basement deciphering every song I liked or could learn from (I know.. it should be "from which I could learn".. but hell... I'm old and I don't care.)
My tastes in music really started with 80s new wave (duh) and continued into rock and eventually progressive metal. That became my true love. Metal with thought and control and timing and timbre and softness and harshness and purity and complexity and all the while getting to express every feeling I could possibly have.

So where the hell did all this come from? One song. A song I love. Have loved since the first time. Will always love. And yet I never realized what it means to me, does for me, does to me. This week, thanks to atljimbear giving me a "mix tape" out of nowhere, I realized I truly can say that out of a million songs I've heard and/or played throughout my entire life... I have a favorite. And "how can it be" this song? The group is bubblegum new wave. They didn't even know English. But they wrote a song that is a true work of art and passion. "The Sun Always Shines On TV" by none other than.... a-ha. Have a listen someday. Read the lyrics. This is NOT pop drivel.

I have listened to it non-stop since Friday night. And no other song has ever made me think about my life (past and future) like this song. I remember playing it on the Casio and the MG-1. Learned every single note. I could flick every single switch on both keyboards as needed for each individual part's sounds... within an instant. Full Volume.
I'm almost 36 years old... and I finally have a favorite song. Wow!!!

Howdy all,
I guess I really should add some content to this thing. Admittedly, I've been slacking a whole lot. Haven't really put forth too much thought about exposing myself… err… umm.. I mean like feelings and stuff.
Maybe this is what I should be doing to sort things out.

How do you confront a dear friend to let them know that their life is spiraling out of control? How do you show them that just because their home life sucks doesn't mean it’s the end of the world? How do you show them how much you care for their well-being since you can clearly see they aren't well? And all of this comes down to asking one question:
Raisins? Dear God, Joan!??!?!??! RAISINS?

Had a great weekend... well... Saturday. Sunday was just a lazy, do-nothing day.
Bear watching, making up life stories, shopping, running into old friends, Joan's Broccoli Madness, bleaching hair, Deathbed-The bed that eats, and every minuscule part in between. The makings of something that few could truly understand.... except maybe Romy and Michele.

One great song.... memories flow... thoughts drift... questions pour out... answers nowhere to be found...
Lord I need sleep!

Behind me, a caravan weighed down
With bad dreams and ghosts of apologies
There's no room, no room inside
For a hitcher with a suitcase of pride
Before me, a stallion pulls like the moon
Sun through the trees tells me I'll be there soon
The wind cries, 'cause she saw me crying
About the times I find myself lying.
I must have fallen by the wayside
The wheels crack beneath my foolish pride
Give me a sign in your direction
And show me the road to your soul.
Unhitch the wagon 'cause it hinders me
I'll hitch my skirts up and go carelessly,
Barefoot and riding bareback
Wind in my hair, it feels like honesty.
Close the chapter on a journey...
Burn the book and give me sanctuary,
In your arms it feels like...
In your arms it feels like...
It feels like home.

After very little sleep I woke up to a body that felt like crap (my own.. not someone else's.) Stomach was heavy, back/shoulders/arms hurt. I think I'm officially falling apart. Either that or its the plague. Didn't go away today. Hasn't gone away tonight.
Since my overall feeling is dark and dreary, I figured sitting here surfing porn and listening to some old Industrial music would be quite fitting.

It must have been around '94 (about the time I moved to ATL) I was at Tower perusing the aisles of music when my eyes caught the U2 section. I'm not the biggest U2 fan but something didn't quite fit there. It was a tribute album - industrial/new wave style. I picked up We Will Follow - A Tribute to U2 and began to read the tracks.
1. With or Without You - Heaven 17 ..... I thought that could be cool and very gay.
2. One - Information Society ... I thought... that could be cool ... and very gay.
3. New Years Day - Front Line Assembly ...I thought HELL YES!!! I LOVE THEM.... **SSCCCRRREEECCCHHH** WITH WHO??? Tiffany??? Like THE Tiffany??? "and we tumble to the ground and then you say"??? Tiffany???
As if I had to look further for that CD buying decision. I HATED HER!!! So I just HAD to experience this fresh hell. All I could think on my way to the counter.. to the car.. tearing open... inserting the disc... was: If I were in Hellraiser... this would have to be my fate with which Pinhead would torture my soul for an eternity. No hooks tearing my flesh. No chains shoved through my stomach. Just Tiffany bastardizing a wonderful song performed by one of my favorite groups. An Eternity to know Tiffany.
Imagine my surprise.... the music was of course cool... and Tiffany was singing like an ethereal, dark angel of goth.
Yes... THAT Tiffany!!!

***PS Big thanks to atljimbear for my first ever (and very gay!!) animated icon. You're the best.

OOh OOH OOOOHHH!!!! My first LJ Quizzie Thing!!!!

Your Stipper Song Is

Closer by Nine Inch Nails "You let me violate you, you let me desecrate you You let me penetrate you, you let me complicate you Help me I broke apart my insides, help me I ve got no Soul to tell" When you dance, it's a little scary - and a lot sexy.

Well, the day came and went. Very sedate although I do feel that I won 2 battles for the good of my co-workers today. YAY for me. atljimbear was home sick so coffee time was uneventful except for running into our diminutive lesbian friend Kim. Coincidentally, Jim had just mentioned Monday that we hadn't seen her in a while... and he wasn't there to see her today. Jim, she has a girlfriend now and that wasn't her car you saw.
As for my daily laughs at stupidity at work:
A guy booked flights for himself and 2 others online last night. Since the moron didn't know who he needed to book for, he decided to book 3 seats under fake names. He put the last names as DUMFUGGER. How fitting since very few airlines will do name changes anymore. When he called the airline to make the changes, they said "you gotta be kidding"

Hey chernocub, thanks for Semagic... posting this was a breeze.

I was just surfing around CNN links and ran into their December story covering the union of Sir Elton John and David Furnish. The following is an excerpt:
"Two giant white tents were erected in the grounds of the pop star's Windsor mansion for the party, which British tabloids say were heated adequately to warm the hundreds of guests in scanty evening gowns."