Hey, I really enjoyed those. I mean, there are any number of people who claim to play in a band. . .but that was pretty darn good. And the riffs in Don't Disappear and Vermillion were sweet! (Okay, I was engaged to a guitarist for years and I still can't remember -- is it "riffs" or "licks"? He always said that licks are note-patterns or finger-patterns and are always a lead guitar thing, and riffs occur in the rhythm guitar parts, not the lead, and are achor-based melody with a rhythm to it. . . no? So which is it? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/confused.gif" alt="" />)

Hell, it's been well over a decade!! And I am claiming plain old age if I am waaaay off base here (which is all too possible).

Thanks for sharing that GC. It was trusting and down right sweet. Plus, you can always go back and delete the post, and your secret will be safe with us. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

So, don't you have, like, gorgeous groupies chasing you down already? Like, man, that's gotta suck, dude. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

BTW, Weaves said that she could "only download the first three". . . but I only saw three total. Are there more? I'd be interested in hearing them.

"Dig it" he says. LOL. Gotta love it.

Man I feel old!

~ StillLovingHim

The other day, when I saw her in court, I tried to keep a soft heart. But I fought righteous anger all the while.

After going for a drink of water, I walked down a long hallway. She sat at the end of the hall, me walking toward her. I looked in her eyes. She looked back at me. We stayed stuck that way for a while.

I'm trying to remember this honestly. As I walked, I wondered what she was thinking. Her unbroken stare suggested only one thing to me: pride.

Finally, I thought, I love you, but I'm finished with this. She continued to stare in my eyes, and I turned away and walked on around the corner.

That stare-down was the closest we got to any kind of communication.

I'm reflecting a lot these last few days, but I'm not furious or depressed. And I'm not dwelling on my injuries.

Truth is, I feel pretty effin' good.

GC

Truth is, it sounds like you have forgiven her.

Maybe. Not with submissive resignation, but quiet dignity.

God, you describe everything so vividly. You could put such feeling into a song were you to write. What on earth holds you back? You'd be phenomenal.

~ slh

Thanks, SLH. Want me to get pretentious? The 2nd solo in Vermillion is, partly at least, a rip-off of some parts of A Love Supreme. The four notes that open it are the "a looove supreeeme" refrain. I'm a freak for John Coltrane.

You have the licks/riffs thing right.

Groupies, nah. We're just a humble little local band nobody knows anything about. The other night, after we were done, I was outside with my smoker friend. A cute girl asked for a light. My friend passed her lighter to me, and I lit the girl's cigarette. She apologized for interrupting our conversation. I said, "Sheah. Why don't you stay for a bit?" She took out her phone and walked away.

Chicks.

GC

SLH, I do write songs. I'm just painfully slow at finishing them. I have five that the band plays, and another million or so that I'm having trouble finishing.

One even has a shout to weaver in it, though you'd never know I was talking about a wonderful Yooper I know from an online board.

GC

SLH, I do write songs. I'm just painfully slow at finishing them. I have five that the band plays, and another million or so that I'm having trouble finishing.

You are going to make me beg, aren't you?

Cruel man. And you know our love of poetry, too!

That's alright; I am patient. MMMMmmwmwwwwaaaaa haaa haaaa hhaaaa!!!!

No, really, if you don't want to share, I understand. If you don't want to share online, I understand. If you really don't mind sharing at at, NCWalker has my email and I promise not to share your writing with anyone.

No pressure, really.

Back to the History Channel, and those damn yankees (lol).

~ slh

Okay, guys. I just got back from Wal-mart with my DDs, killing time while we had new tires ($470 worth :: gulping loudly :: ) put on our car. As we passed the Teen/Juniors section, I happened to see a bunch of shirts hanging prominently in front in vibrant colors, proclaiming extravagently "Pink Floyd" and "AC/DC".

Do these kids even know who these groups are these days??? Or do they just like the colors? LOL Makes me feel so bloody old and haggard. I was so tempted to mosey over and casually thumb through the rest of the shirts I could not see to find out who else could be back there, hidden behind the ones on display, but I wouldn't have wanted to shock and offend Wal-Mart's potential Young Miss customers, LOL. Oh, the horror of having someone like your mom shopping in a teenage section!!! My Gawd!

I'm going to go put on some Fuel or Nickelback and remind myself I am not as old as I am. . .er. . .wait. . .


~ slh

SLH, you can't fool us, you're not old.

SS

Gray, awesome tunes!
Thanks for that!!

You know, I was a beautiful diver in middle and high school. Not from great, great heights, mind you, but 3 meters? Shoot, I was grace personified. I would casually measure the distance needed to perform whichever manuever I was planning for that particular dive, dart out onto the board, spring, and-- Nary a splash. My body and the water became one, fluid with eachother. I'd swim for hours on end, in the pool, the lake, the ocean. The water embraced me, sensually cradling me, never in a sexual sense but rather as a warm, comforting, caress. I loathed having to get out, to feel the weight of the Earth pulling me down, making me again feel exposed, vincible, Mortal.

Of course I outgrew that.

Today I feel as if I have just emerged from the water, the waves, after being enfolded in their protective silken grasp for a long, long time. Unsteady. Blinded by brightness. Trying to familiarize myself with the new heaviness of my limbs, an unnacustomed ballast.

How long can people go without their ENs being met?

Cool tunes, GC. I really like them. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />
Hi Weaver!

I listened Gray. I was bought to mind of Thin White Rope and Buffalo Tom.

Good stuff.

Glad you're doing good too.

Guys, I am sorry about my spouting off yesterday. Usually I think I am holding it together okay and then something happens that is my unravelling. For the most part I am not so capricious; must be the call of the Sirens this summer, or something.

slh

Please don't apologize, SLH. I wrote a reply, but it meandered badly in search of a point, and then the battery on my computer went dead, the computer zonked, I realized it was way, WAY too late to still be up, and... well here I am.

So tell it then, how are you?

GC

Please don't apologize, SLH. I wrote a reply, but it meandered badly in search of a point, and then the battery on my computer went dead, the computer zonked, I realized it was way, WAY too late to still be up, and. . .

LOL. . . Excuses, excuses, GC. . . <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

I think I'm okay today. Just don't let me out in the deep end of the Misery Pool again without my arm floaties on, okay? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" /> LOL

Just been . . . floundering . . . lately. Too long with too little. Weary of seeing people I am beginning to care dearly for beome disillusioned and thwarted, the miscarriage of justice too great too often. Dealing with my own ineptitude in a host of things, succombing to those demons more often than not. Nothing truly life altering, not a fork in my road, merely another obstacle to plow through as I have so many other times.

Can somebody else hold the life jacket for a bit while I wallow? <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/crazy.gif" alt="" /> I promise not to wade out too far, LOL.

You guys just had to be getting frakking sick of my ridiculous pep talks anyway!! lol <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

slh

Graycloud,
Your feelings have been going round and round again. Not that I worry, but I know it's not fun.

What do you look foreword to?

I mean, short term, the next 6 months, what things?




I was trying to figure out what SLH was apologizing for.
Are we not still on MB?

How long can people go without their ENs being met?

In fact, I think she ought to talk about things a little more.


Dealing with my own ineptitude in a host of things,.......

OH, I suppose you think the rest of us have more ept in our titude than you do?

Websters:
inept - one of the few things SS does well.

You know we are all in the same boat - don't you?
Nothing truly life altering, not a fork in my road, merely another obstacle to plow through as I have so many other times.

So, talk.


You guys just had to be getting frakking sick of my ridiculous pep talks anyway!! lol <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" />

Not yet, but go on for another 30 or 40 years, and I'll get back to you if I have a problem. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/pfft.gif" alt="" />

SS

Nummy!

Sending you nummies GC. Thought you needed them.

- Kimmy

Ohhhhh, Kimmy, you are a meanie.

I was doing soooo good, now I'm hungry.

SS

Kimmy, you better have enough to share with all of us! Hey did you see I made your sketti samiches last night for dinner? Sorry for the t/j, GC.

SLH, I agree with SS...spill! We are here for ya. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/wink.gif" alt="" />

They have. Crappy things have happened in the last two weeks. Things that I take personally, that make me feel cheated.

For lots of years, I had two recurring dreams. In one, I'm driving my car. I have to get somewhere. But I'm very tired, can hardly stay awake, and my windows are fogged. In that dream I always crash or go in the ditch, though it's rarely disastrous. The nasty part of the dream is just trying to drive a car under terrible circumstances.

In the second, I'm being chased and I've lost the ability to run fast. I run, but I can't get any speed. My body just won't do it. I bet that's a common one.

Besides those two, I've had frequent nightmares for most of my adulthood. I used to have sleep paralysis very often. That was scary, because it seemed absolutely real.

The other night, I had a new dream, the first good one I can remember in a long time. I was with a beautiful dark-haired woman, swimming behind an island that moved through the sea.
The water was very rough. But we weren't swimming in the water so much as above it. In the island's wake, we swam as fast as we liked. I felt powerful and happy, and I felt that this woman loved me. In the dream I thought, this is what flying dreams are like.

I don't feel my attachment to my wife any more. But I do feel very alone.


I look forward to working on my house, and playing music.

I hate to admit it, I really do, but I would like to have a female show some interest in me. I want to get in touch with Annie. It's a pickle. It may be better if I wait 'til my D is finished, but...

Hey Kimmy, thanks for the creampuffs, sweetheart. Hate to be a downer.

And I agree, SLH is a little vague. C'mon sister, out with it!

Thanks again for the treats Kimmy. <img src="/ubbt/images/graemlins/smile.gif" alt="" />

GC