Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Halloween (+playlist)



I was getting over the flu today.  Very mellow and sad, too.  Services for homeless youth are being cut in the Haight Ashbury where they are needed most.  Cyndi cooked a turkey herself for the feast this afternoon.  I brought and donated my favorite Chinese hard coconut wrapped candies.  

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Planet Glee SF

http://www.youtube.com/v/_5C8oYNrXRQ?autohide=1&version=3&feature=share&autohide=1&attribution_tag=qyM0V3_9HJS-P_bGtrxZ2Q&showinfo=1&autoplay=1

The Ojays Ship Ahoy

http://www.youtube.com/v/z1LQNsqp9Fc?version=3&autohide=1&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=4Z5fpaIKacBm5tYe76dQWw&feature=share&autohide=1

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

Drum and Bass on Planet Glee (+playlist)

http://www.youtube.com/v/byY1ETOdSnU?list=UU4-cFrGHXpULA5NRFb2yrqw&version=3&autoplay=1&showinfo=1&attribution_tag=iozboKGry9Jzw2_WBRQR-w&autohide=1&feature=share

I have heard so much and drum an bass, and there I am in it!!!

Sunday, November 10, 2013

Killing Joke - This World Hell (+playlist)

http://www.youtube.com/v/zC6OgpNOTlU?list=PL3XBBevu8HxPENhgkYZMU5RCASpUkljKH&version=3&autohide=1&autoplay=1&attribution_tag=xmPpeNGDXfKhtHjqq2RbDQ&feature=share&showinfo=1

Saturday, November 09, 2013

SPANDAU BALLET LIVE, or how I deal with deep grief

http://www.youtube.com/v/cSl6zw5qvUI?version=3&autohide=1&showinfo=1&autohide=1&autoplay=1&feature=share&attribution_tag=H_wpVOUyZEIlkWsQtj0arw
I saw Spandau Ballet in the beginning, when I was living in Groeningen, The Netherlands.  We were standing 8 feet away from the band allthough it was a crowded show.  I really remember that even then the singer, Martin, liked to have the guitar and bass to the right of the stage, and he would stand next to the keyboard player.  I wonder if keyboard sounds improve musical quality.

Really I am just about ready to have a nervous breakdown because my kitten, 5-year-old Joaquin, got hit by a car on the street I live on.  I went to see his body, and I felt so terrible.  As the days go on, the sadness gets worse.

Saturday, November 02, 2013

The Freewheelin' Troubador (+playlist)

http://www.youtube.com/v/nBKQQ6jTqVQ?version=3&list=UU4-cFrGHXpULA5NRFb2yrqw&feature=share&showinfo=1&autohide=1&attribution_tag=qi9CZL-4LUMNAxnfGHXmVQ&autoplay=1

Halloween (+playlist)

http://www.youtube.com/v/aR7P-oxnVO8?list=UU4-cFrGHXpULA5NRFb2yrqw&version=3&feature=share&attribution_tag=xepp4xYi3IM9VAehR59tvA&showinfo=1&autohide=1&autoplay=1

Sunday, May 19, 2013

Make-up, or make-over, or David Medina

Is it weird to be into make-up?  I had the blessed experience of having a make-up artist, David Medina, To me, everyone is an artist.  Just getting up and washing your face and what you do after that is an art.  But a make-up artist like David asked me if I wanted my face to be a 'blank canvas.'  I said yes, and we agreed on gothy fire, and I got more than I could have conceived.  David is extremely interesting to talk to and I can't wait to work with him on a Planet Glee video soon with one of my young, gorgeous friends who is herself a make-up artist as model for David's genius :)

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

FULL - Sacred Grounds Cafe SF Open Mic Mar 7th 2013

Start at 1:35:38  I go to this open mic almost every week.  At the starting point I've given, I sing my song from Martyr Mia.

Monday, February 11, 2013

I can't wait until I get my glasses, or why it's better to see than not to see

Last year at this time, in February, around Valentine's Day, I bought a book here on Haight at The Booksmith.  The book is by Roland Barthes, "A Lover's Discourse; a Fragment."  I actually can't wait to read this book.  I literally can't see, and I've lost my glasses.  Next week I get a new pair.  I will cherish them!

Meanwhile, I have to read Barthes.When I was an undergraduate in the English Department at Berkeley, i audited a course on Plato.  The teacher was Alan Code.  He was a cool lecturer, and I liked going to the class.  There were lots of guys.  One of them, a guy from France, became my friend, and then became my lover.  I did not want him for a boyfriend.  He was so skinny and he was like sleeping with a skeleton.

But he was fucked up by his childhood, too.  He called himself a 'bastard.'  He didn't know his father.  His mother left France when he was 16 and he went to high school in Southern California.  It was really funny to listen to his accent when he tried to use cool amurrikan idioms.  He would say stuff like, "Catch you later..."  And, 'vurry good" for "very good."

He used to tell me that Barthes had all the answers for us unlucky children.  Barthes stated that we are always waiting for the next breakdown; the first one occurred at babyhood probably and then on.

I think Barthes is a genius.  I will find out soon.

Monday, January 14, 2013

Do I Know You, or Was Your Birthgiver's Death Worth listening About

Yeah, do I know you?  Remember my son, Demetrius, who is a Psychologist and works at the Sorbonne?

"Yeah, I know more about him than you do.  I hung out with him when I was a teenager and he was a twenty-something pervert."

"He he didn't toast it, and he gave me an onion bagel.  He is such a sick fuck, kind of like you."

I know, all I think about is money.  I'm the real thing.  I am an American.

"But I don't like onion bagels.  I like poppyseed.  Fuck Americans."

"Fuck Americans who have never heard of Milton and who try to write sensationalist book/mags.   A book/mag is a book that has as many pages as most gossip magazines."

I never will.  I never will get over her death.

"I just heard a bus passing by that's calling your name."

"Shit, it's abcessing again.:

You mean the lady's marriage who can't help people get married but takes all their money anyway.

"It's rather sad that someone who thought only of herself, in the DSM-IV definition of narcissicism had two bleeding ulcers.  With all the practice of being unable to feel the pain of others, she could no longer feel her own pain.  How sad."

"I don't know why I don't feel like crying."

"I'll go with you when the ashes are strewn to sea just like his."

How did you like him for a father?

"What part?  His dick?  His constant complaints about Americans after having married one of the finest American sicka idiots on the dance floor."

"Oh, but according to him, she kept calling him and asking him out."

I do believe you.  He seemed like he was into voluptuous, silky-skinned, blue-eyed pets.

"I asked him about it.  He said, 'A man has to feel comfortable with a woman,'  So, two narcissists collide, create one desperate money-maker and one desperate compassion-freak."

But there are so many would-be compassion-freaks, how can you tell if someone is a real compassion-freak.

"Usually a real compassion-freak is surrounded by abusive beings who continually test the level of the freak's compassion."

Freud was wrong.  It is all about the ego.  I equals it.

"You stole my line?"

I am your line.  I am in control.