Oh man, Tanqueray Cowboy did that ever catch me off guard. Just a week ago, I was in Hastings and looked up from one of the magazine racks to see Jimmie's face smiling back, pensively, from the cover of a music magazine. It had been misplaced in the section I happened to be looking through, now I wonder just how coincidental that was. Of course, I bought the magazine and went home to catch up on what's happened to him since last we saw each other. He was a good friend of mine in the Austin scene years ago when I was doing backup vocals in a little makeshift recording studio down on Burnet for Joe Gracey. I used to go hang out at the Alamo Hotel on Sixth Street and hear him sing out the very song you just submitted to the Blender. Going to try to catch him at one of the local gigs next time he's in my area. The magazine was out of Seattle, it's called "No Depression" - If you know Butch or Jimmie or Joe Ely, it's a great ten page spread on them all, but mostly showcases Jimmie Dale Gilmore. Well, I know I need to look him up now, two jolts of Jimmie in one week is a little too transcendental even for me to ignore.
PS....just went back to look at the song again, and flashed back to a Summer in Austin/living room/Jimmie singing that song on my old gibson acoustic :)
Oh thank you dear megs-- I should not have said just the guys anyway--silly of me. I am just in a state--you know the kind you wear on your sleeve ha ha!
Gala--excellent piece, Aphrodite rising, Venus Falls. perhaps there are a million people out there who do as I do, but the last stanza reads me like a book. :) keep making me think...
L
Toke-
the change you mention would reset the entire tone for me - I take words seriously - strong, black, no cream or sugar. My 'take' would no longer be bitterweeet (as submitted), but passionate... Something about ink on paper as opposed to emoting electrons that makes the words themselves seem more real... I am not sure if that answer satisfies, but...
k
*swinging through on a gust of wind*
Hi blenderites!
Kirk, hope to told Mr. "pay me for a link O'Neil" you don't need to pay money to have people visit your site.
just rambling
-Crystevin
Morning All---
Wanted to say thanks---Aphrodite really was written when I was straining to wake up---but if it worked, perhaps it was because you have to "put yourself" on every morning---and i was too sleepy to set up the filters we all use to keep from saying too much. Lanna, Kev, Meg, Madison--even our dear Aussie Riggs---thank you all.
The amount of raw talent that flows from you people makes me reel. I write "Blender stuff" and it goes here alone---and sometimes it takes amazing courage to toss something out---knowing the caliber of those who will see it. I'm nothing great---but I've cornered the market on brave this month! Madi---thank you. I lost a persona, but I think I joined two halves of a broken coin. Gala and the Wench are learning to play nicely together.
By popular resolve, I'm going to stop writing prose when I'm awake enough to seem coherent. On your heads be it if I spout nothing but vague weirdness in the future.
I can't give up coffee as Meg suggested...I'd sooner give up sex---and the subs from last week suggest dim odds of that---ever.(wicked grin)
Thanks again, kind people. The Elven Queen gathers her skirts in a flourish, executes a small dignified bow...and vanishes softly into the cyber-mist.
The best magic is still love...
Gala
And just to show that I really hve been paying attention,
Guppy---I can't believe you...you say your piece with the eloquence of Byron---minus the nonessential bullshit. I am impressed.
Chrystevin---Have missed your stuff...welcome back---and Wow!
Toklas---you're really going to make me give this up...your prose breathes and dances...
Madison---Oh girl...you got the gab---and the grab.
Kevin---that's some lucky lady you got there...poet...lover...philosopher...what a package she has!
And Meg---girl---if i had your talent at the same age...I am pea green with jealousy at your ability to catch the common thread and weave it into tapestry....
Okay. Said my piece. Drank my coffee...on with life...
Gala
Why I Love You As Much As I Do
The way you always smell good even if its just shampoo
The way your head always find the right spot on my shoulder
How cute you look when you are asleep
The ease in which you fit into my arms
The way you kiss me and all of a sudden everything is
right in the world
The way you take hours to get dressed but in the end it
makes it all worth while
You are always warm even when its minus 30 outside
The way you look good no matter what you wear
How cute you are when we argue
The way your hand always finds mine
The way you say you look a mess when I know different. I know you are the most beutiful person I have ever laid eyes on.
The way you smile
The way you say "lets not fight anymore"
The way you kiss me when I do something nice for you
The way you kiss me when I say "I love you'
Actually ... just the way you kiss me...
The way you fall into my arms when you cry
The way you hit me and expect it to hurt
Then the way you apologize when it does hurt.
(even though I don't admit it)!
The way you say "I miss you"
The way I miss you
The way your tears and smiles make me want to change the world so
that it doesn't hurt you anymore.....Yet regardless if I love you, hate
you( you know I never could), wish you would die or know that I would die without you ... it
matters not. Because for once in my life, whatever you were to the world before we got together you have become everything to me. Your all I have ever wished, prayed and hoped for. When I look you in the eyes, travelling to the depths of your soul and I say a million things without trace of a sound, I know that my own life is inevitabley consumed within the rhythmic beatings of your very heart. I love you for a million reasons,no reason greater than the other.No paper would do it justice. It is a thing not of the mind but of the heart. A feeling. Only felt.
I'm not sure if they use pesos in Brazil. Frankly, I don't give a damn. It's just a poem, not a travel brochure.
Kevin, thanks for responding. Passionate-yes I hope that message happened. I guess I wondered if a person reading would get it that a question was being asked about the feelings on the other end. The "desecrated flowers" in the beginning refer to the old superstition of pulling petals off flowers with the words, "loves me, loves me not." Supposedly when you get to the last petal, you have the answer.
Also, I have been thinking about the difference between a "love letter" (this is-and is not one) and a letter to a lover. The first (a love letter) suggests all is settled in the relationship and partners freely write one another "lovey" stuff. The second --a letter TO a lover could be many things--. These are just rambling thoughts on letters... Any one else have any thoughts on this?
Toke
ohhhhh I'm sorry I've been absent from my blender duties.. thank-you Gala, Riggs and Megs for noticing! (made me feel like you cared even *gasp*)
Crys welcome back handsome, I can't tell you how much I've missed you babe.
I've got a list of recomended reading from the board.. and I can't wait to get into it. Gala, Megs, Madi, and S. Fisher have all have raves that just makes me NEED to check out the works behind them.
For those who keep track of my life (wish I could right now) its umm... (counting it out on her fingers) less than 24hrs before I start the drive to the mountain -- about 30hrs and I'll be wading in the ocean, thats if the weather clears!
I'll be MIA 4 days we have a no computer, no cell phone rule.
Email me... I'd love to hear all the gossip when I get back!
take care of your hearts
dee
Dee-
where I live, MIA means "Missing in Albuquerque"
<GIGGLING>
Seriously, have a most wonderful time, and may love wash over you as the waves, and IN waves... Be contented and filled with joy.
k
Dee- I expect an ICQ session tonight if you are going AWOL on me. I will be off and on playing around with a paper I have to write on Hemingway (rotten bastard)
Gala- Love ya. That's all. Your compliments mean so much just cause (I know you aren't "blowing smoke" *giggles*)
Misti- mail waiting for you to respond to. I missed my 24 hour update.
Kev- I am so glad to see you back in my inbox. Yay and back in the new subs.
What was WITH the guy saying all that about paying for links blah blah blah...I didn't have the patience for all that. Wondering what it all means???
Off I go...
Sorry I am back...
Kev and Gala- like your takes on "I love you"...*ideas bouncing over here*
And Toklas- I know exactly what you mean about "love letters" and "letters to lovers"
I have billions of letters I have written to lovers that don't fit in the other catergory. I could publish a BOOK!!!
Although I never send mine. Maybe someday for Blender consumption. My letters are too personal for the people they are written for...:)
*shaking head at the absence of inspiration* Oh what to do... what to do...I feel like an outsider looking in! Help!
-Jenna-
Just wanted to say that I loved Naomi Sheldon's poem "I'll Think Of You". It really hit a cord with me, and my feelings of Love and sharing Love. And it was all too perfect that that poem was entered on my birthday. Thanks...it was beautiful.
/Derrick
Kev - Love? *hands over her ears* la lalalala I can't hear you.. lalala... no no.. no love allowed, fun and tenderness only.
Megs - you'll need to be on LATE your time... after about midnight or so... the time difference makes things abit akward, I do need time for a pampering bath too.
dee
Ok....third time's a charm right? The cimputer is getting the best of me tonight, and whatever I wrote the last two times seems to be lost forever...such is life, I guess...
Misti--Reeling with Reality definitely hit a tender nerve. I feel like you have reached into my mind and said the words I haven't yet found the guts to say...
Gala--I Love You as Incantation...I hope someday that I have the courage and grace to let go of a dying flame, rather than drag it out, but knowing myself, I won't :)