"The Doctor said it was just a phase (and that I'd grow out of it)"

One of our favorite bloggers, Lewis posted a story today about a childhood visit to a psycho shrink that was initiated by his concerned parents. His story made me think about how some parents (most?) want their children to become mirror images of themselves, instead of who they really are. This is usually a benign trait and normal I think (to a point), but taken to extremes it can even destroy a child. I have seen this occur. Suicides by young gay teens when their parents reject them, and cast them out into the cold. The first guy I ever had any gay experiences with, later took that path, in NYC, in the Chelsea Hotel. Praise be that little Louie grew up to be a happily wigged out and blissfully partnered gay man. By the powers vested in us, we hereby bestow upon Lewis, the official status of ‘Certified Gay’. Biffy, our young representative (shown below at attention) will be personally delivering your award to you and to your partner.

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"Sebastian In L.A. in 2005"

Ponder the Beginning that lies of the ashes of every Ending as you read the story of Tony's "Sebastian in L.A. in 2005" painting.

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (27)

hen we left off last week, I had just crossed the bridge over the mighty Columbia at The Dalles and crossed back into Washington state. From there, I cranked a hard right turn and continued east. And here is another smooth and slippery Columbia River Swim Team member, Neal, shaving his handsome face baby smooth, so that he will not cause razor burn when he makes out tonight with the other team members at their weekly team sex party. If you really love me baby Better then stayin in bed If you really love me baby, nod your head If you really love me baby Til you fall down dead, he said If you ever wanna make it, nod your head I fell in love with this rock, and the colors of the lichens growing on it. Damn: there you go if you need a color palate to redo your kitchen. Lightning hits the house of wax Poets spill out on the street To set alight the incomplete Remainders of the future This Road Trip Diary staggers to a halt next week, and this blog goes onto summer hiatus until Labour Day, so that the band can take a well deserved break. 1. 222 is the latest from Paul McCartney released this past week from “Memory Almost Full” . 2. Nod Your Head 3. House of Wax 4. It was a Very Good Year All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Saturday Night Soul for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.

Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely (or How the World Learned To Stop Worrying and to Love The Bomb.)

On February 25th, 1967 an American radio personality up in Seattle on managed to get a hold of Beatle George Harrison on the trans-atlantic telephone (it was his 24th birthday). He broadcast the conversation with George live on the air. During the conversation George said that they were back in the studio working on a new album. He went on to enthusiastically describe a new song that the Beatles had just completed only two days earlier, titled A Day in the Life. Finally, George played the song live from Britain over the long distance telephone wires for the benefit of the unbelievably lucky Seattle radio audience that was tuned into radio station KJR that afternoon. What they were treated to was yet another new mysterious Beatle composition that started out sounding vaguely acoustic and folkish, only to twice morph into a growing sonic crescendo of gargantuan proportions that resemble the take off of a Boeing 747 live in the recording studio.. The disc jockey was as stunned and speechless as the listening audience. The detonation countdown on the Beatle doomsday device was now initiated and the coming super nova was now unstoppable The buzz began to spread everywhere that something absolutely brilliant and wonderful, a once in a life time cultural event was about to explode on our watch. Radio stations started speculating about the coming Beatles album describing it in mythical proportions months before it was released. Even teen magazines such as “16 Magazine” which had more or less moved on to the Monkees contained psychedelic lifestyle photo shoots of the Beatles such as Paul McCartney conducting the Day in the Life orchestra in a butcher’s apron. Other music artists began a countdown watch for the next Beatles album. Print and broadcast media picked up on the fact that something of unfathomable cultural significance was about to happen, and there was again an up spike in Beatles related coverage. And that spring of 1967, the rivets that held together the structural vestiges of the cultural establishment, some that had successfully withstood the 1964 onslaught of Beatle mania, began to pop off. A catastrophic failure of the establishment was imminent. The San Francisco psychedelic city state which had been cooking for a couple of years on the national back burner began boiling over the cultural pot in which it had been stewing and enveloped the front page of the national consciousness, and even of the greater collective consciousness of the western world. And in London, a home grown psychedelic sub-culture was mushrooming and overtaking the British Empire and western Europe. In addition to the Beatles, it featured an up and coming band named The Pink Floyd and an American born phenomenon named Jimi Hendrix who was exploding across the island nation and set to sweep over the entire planet. As the release date of the mystery Beatle Album approached, news and print media picked up on them again and the chain reaction began to reach critical mass once again. On Am radio, an actual countdown began of the number of days until “we have that new Beatles album”. Then at the beginning of June it hit the public like a nuclear bomb embedding itself into the body politic of the world. Across the world, radio stations put the LP onto the turntable and let it play without interruption except to occasionally break in with “oh my God!!!” followed by their attempts to try and describe the cover to the listening audience or to even grasp the cultural significance of the event. Sergeant Pepper’s One And Only Lonely Hearts Club Band has left the building And thus was unleashed a second 1960’s revolution uprooting and toppling cultural institutions both great and small. It is hard to over state the sudden, immediate, and irreversible effect that the release of Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band had on mass consciousness that golden and idyllic summer of love. It was art of the highest order Here is a home movie the Beatles made of the recording sessions for A Day in the Life. How many British celebrities can you spot in this movie?. A bit of documentary on the making of this masterpiece.

My Brother Almost Died Today

email from my brother: This morning at first light i took gerald, the old dumb ass to the river to go fishing and because of him I almost made the news....... BACKED MY BOAT DOWN THE RAMP AND TIED A ROPE TO MY BOAT AND THE OTHER END TO THE DOCK.....THEN FLOATED THE BOAT OFF THE TRAILER INTO THE RIVER.....THEN PARKED MY TRUCK AND RETURNED TO THE RAMP ONLY TO SEE MY BOAT FLOATING DOWN THE RIVER>>>> DUMB ASS GERALD UNTIED IT AND THREW THE ROPE IN THE BOAT...I DIDNT THIK AND DOVE IN ( LOST MY 300 DOLLAR GLASSES ) BY THEN MY BOAT WAS AT LEAST 150 FEET AWAY IN 35 ft OF WATER... WHEN I FINALLY GOT TO IT I COULDNT GET IN AND I FIGURED I WAS FUCKED......I MANAGED TO GRAB THE ROPE AFTER I GOT SOME WIND BACK AND KIND OF BREAST STROKED IT TO THE BANK WHERE I COULD GET IN.....CAN YOU SAY PISSED OFF ?????? I THINK THIS WAS HIS LAST FISHING TRIP WITH ME PERIOD.....AND HE STILL DRIVES A CAR NOT KNOWING WHAT THE HELL HES DOING.... I CAME ACROSS A HUGE BLACK BEAR SWIMMING ACROSS THE RIVER AND LEFT MY CAMERA AT HOME TODAY BECAUSE HE CANT TAKE A PICTURE WITHOUT FUCKING IT UP EVERYTIME....MAN THAT WOULD HAVE BEEN THE SHOT OF A LIFETIME I CANT BELIEVE HOW OUT OF SHAPE I AM>>>>>NO STAMINA LIKE I USED TO HAVE

Seattle Mariners 2, New York Yankees 1

Mothers Day, 2007. The lineup for the NYY series finale against the Mariners was. Yankees Johnny Damon CF Bobby Abreu RF Derek Jeter SS Alex Rodriguez 3B Jason Giambi DH Hideki Matsui LF Jorge Posada C Josh Phelps 1B Robinson Cano 2B Andy Pettitte LHP Mariners Ichiro Suzuki CF Jose Vidro DH Raul Ibanez LF Richie Sexson 1B Jose Guillen RF Adrian Beltre 3B Yuniesky Betancourt SS Jose Lopez 2B Jamie Burke C Horacio Ramirez P Being that it was Mother's Day, pink ribbons and bats were the style. Early on, as Seattle took the lead, NY switched back to regulation bats. That offended motherfood, and they went down to flaming defeat.

Saturday Night Soup for the Soul (30)

he summer is here, and this weekly column (but not the entire blog) is on a sort of summer break. Where is my love life? Tell me, Where has it gone? Somebody please please tell me what the hell is wrong Until I find the righteous one: Computer blue Until I find the righteous one: Computer blue Was in hard core classes all week. I replaced the burned out pond pump, so that the goldfish and koi can have proper water circulation and oxygenation. Additionally, now the birds can come and take baths in the fountain catch basin as they love to do all summer long. I now have two roof replacement bids (anyone remember the hellish winter storms we had last year in Seattle?) . I will get one more bid. Too busy, but such is life. I knew a guy named Nicky I guess you could say he was a sex fiend I met him in a hotel lobby Masturbating with a magazine He said "how'd you like to waste some time" And I could not resist When I saw little Nicky grind (Darling Nicky) Am going for a long walk today, then coming home to cut back some garden over growth, pick the first raspberries and blue berries, and then come in and putz about sorting through some more kitchen stuff that is still boxed up in the living room. We rendezvous on Champs-Elysees Leave Paris in the morning on T.E.E. Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express From station to station Back to Dusseldorf City Meet Iggy Pop and David Bowie Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express Trans-Europe Express Next week I will start building a monster PC (4 gig, quad processor). In the meantime, Soup is on. 1. Computer Blue and 2. Darling Nicki are both part of a single track on Prince's fantabulous Purple Rain film soundtrack. Computer Blue is a hard rock ‘em sock ’em track, which starts with some suggestive dyke dominatrix chit-chat between band members Wendy and Lisa. Damn this is fun music, and what I think of when I think of the best of “80’s music”. A mix of synth and real instruments. Darling Nicki is one of the all time sexiest songs ever recorded. Check out the "vid" for it. 3. Trans Europe Express and 4. Metal on Metal are both from German pioneers Kraftwerk (German for “Power Station”). More than anyone, they originated the entire “techno, ambient, trance” musical genres influencing an army of admiring artists who followed in their footsteps. The first in line were David Bowie and Eno (David is actually mentioned in the lyrics of Trans Europa Express). An old Vid for Trans Europa Express (above) and Metal on Metal performed Live (below) as shot by a fan in the audiance. This song has sunk deep primal roots into my soul soil. Maybe it is my Germanic heritage, but the “Metal on Metal” section stirs up deep subconscious memories and impressions in me of ancient Teutonic battles slaughtering the inferior teeming masses who lie across Oder river, and of raping and pillaging deep into the vast landscapes that open up as you enter the plains that lie to the east (Drang nach Osten). Ah, those were teh days. I rememeber them well, so many life times ago, before I became civilized. This song also triggers a specific memory of a night in San Francisco in the early 1980’s in a leather bar (either the Brig or the Arena) and this was playing. I still remember the moment, happy that they were finally playing something that appealed to me (I hated disco dumpster dive music, and still do). The darkness, the smell of beer (personally speaking, I do not drink beer – hate the taste of it -- I have never consumed so musch as a single one in my life) , the smell of poppers, piss and funk, the red lights, the leather queens and super hot bulging muscle boys (oh, now some of them were STUNNINGLY HOT). And there were the occasional mysterious and dark real deal dudes lurking in the shadows (plus a scary sexual psychopath here and there). The slave auctions, blow jobs at the drink well, rim jobs on the pool table, fucks in the corner, and much, much more happening all over the place. Chains, cycle chrome parts, and Texas plates mounted on the walls. All part of the imagry dredged up by Metal on Metal. This was the zenith of pre-aids in your face gay promiscuity. You cannot imagine what was going on in places like the Cauldron on Natoma. If you can think it, it was happening. Somewhere I have some handbills from the latter that I’ll hunt up and scan and post someday. Extreme gay-fetishy art. I drifted through this scene, and yet, somehow remained unblemished by it. Dunno how or why. I suppose that it never was my destiny to be a part of it, or to be destroyed by it as so many were. God had other plans for me – not that I was appreciative of that fact at the time. Heck, I think that I was even resentful of that fact at the time. I say it again...such is life. All of this makes it's way into this week's soup. You can get your bowl of Saturday Night Soul for the Soul by clicking the jukebox.

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Impeach Bush and Cheney NOW

For they have sown the wind, and they shall reap the whirlwind... ~Hosea 8:7 I call on the US House of Representitives to to IMPEACH George W. Bush and Dick Cheney NOW. I then call on the US Senate to CONVICT George W. Bush and Dick Cheney, thus removing them from office. They committed serial treason against the Constitution of the United States of America. They committed serial treason against the American people. They committed serial crimes against all humanity and against the planet itself. They are vile, serial liars. They are the worst sort of human filth. They HATE America and Americans. They HATE Freedom. They HATE justice, mercy, and rule of law. The despise meekness. They are both the fetid and befouled handmaidens of Satan. Matthew 26:52 Then said Jesus unto him, Put up again thy sword into his place: for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.