Archive for November, 2011
At last my deluxe ‘SMiLE’ set from The Beach Boys has arrived. No need to go into the details of this truely legendary album, if you don’t know about it, and the amazing tale of why it has stayed hidden for four decades, then you have an amazing journey in front of you discovering it. The music of Brian Wilson, and the voices of The Beach Boys, truely touches and dances around the very depths of my soul. Apparently not everyone experiences this, or is moved like this by music, i guess i’m one of the lucky ones.
When i listen to music that touches me, it seems to enter my body, and then it takes the form of colours, and tangible emotions. As much as i tried to hide it, when i saw SMiLE performed live in 2004 by Brian Wilson, there were several moments during the performance where i felt the music vibrate through my body, and i was reduced to tears.
So now, here we have the original Beach Boys recordings, released after being locked away for the best part of forty four years. It was worth the wait. Look, Listen, Vibrate, SMiLE.
Man, if only comics were this cool when i was collecting them when i was but a bubba queen. This week it was announced there will be a Gay wedding in ‘Life with Archie’. I wonder what Big Ethel will make of this?, maybe she’ll finally wake up and get her Dyke on. Mr Weatherby in this photo is looking equal parts shocked, and hot for a piece of the cartoon ass action.
I ONCE heard JFK make a speech where he mentioned the percentage of salt to water in the human body, is approximately the same ratio of water to salt in sea water.
If thus, it would explain the effect being around water, and inparticular the sea has on me. I’ve always felt very drawn to the ocean, and very calm and safe in it’s presence. I’m the worlds biggest fraidy cat about anything you care to name, but put me in the ocean and i’m fearless, tho very respectful as taught by my dad.
Being under the Aquarius star sign may also have something to do with this sense of confort i get from the sea. I have never become complaceant at the wonder that is Sydney Harbour, the luxury of sitting back outside The Opera House to the sound of lapping water.
“When we hold on to our opinions with aggression, no matter how valid our cause, we are simply adding more aggression to the planet, and violence and pain increase. Cultivating non-aggression is cultivating peace. The way to stop the war is to stop hating the enemy. It starts with seeing our opinions of ourselves and of others as simply our take on reality and not making them a reason to increase the negativity on the planet.” – Pema Chodron.
Just listened to a half hour radio special on Helen Reddy on the drive to Sydney, I couldn’t figure how I knew every word, to every song, then a dark corner of my past cracked open, and I remembered when I was really little I was obsessed with her. HELLO!, couldn’t somebody have nudged me and given me the whisper ‘Greg, you’re a fah-laming QUEEN!!’ – “Angie baby, living in a world of make believe” Helen, you were speaking to me, and I didn’t even know it!.
That glorious moment when the person talking to you forgets it’s you, and then says something as if they’re talking about you to someone else, then that microsecond in time when they realise what they’ve done, as do you, then get to feast on them panic, trying to figure how to cover it, and to try and deflect the statement. Being the professional that i am, i strung out his agony for at least two full minutes, which is a long time trying to cover the fact you’re a back stabbing, inaccurate gossip. I held a strait face, and covered well, all except my 501 button bursting arousal at his utter and shameful pain.