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Man the Truckers did that song some justice (Mama Bake A Pie, we call it Your Son is Coming Home) …just like the recent Black Betty from Dinosaur Jr….best versions of both of the songs recorded so far.
Thanks Jeremiah, for putting some of Noel’s photos up on FB through FS. I’ve been too busy to dick around in front of the computer like in the days of old. I’ve been so busy, I’ve eaten lunch standing up now for over a week. WTF! I either need my husband back or I need to find a wife…like asap. #toomuchworkforoneperson
I like how you get a snapshot into the mind of a late June/July personality (Cancer in astrology)…they really are hands on parents and good at it…Lou mentions to do the introduction “just like I taught you/or showed you” (too busy to go back and read it) but you get an idea of how good they are with kids. When I need someone to watch my kids, I ring up my Cancer peeps first…then I know they will be watched over and well cared for. I’m never want to get so old that “butt songs” aren’t funny….and the line, “it’s so good it makes you crazy”….OMG, best line ever about the creative process and I still feel that way about certain songs.
Hey Robert I saw your question this morning but didn’t have time to answer it then….I am so all about poop songs. Pooping is an awesome thing…it’s something we all share in common, so you could say it bonds humanity together. I’ve said it before…but pooping can be the best part of the day for a busy mom…so quiet, so peaceful..(please Alvaro, let Mommy poop in peace, I sometimes have to say but for the most part everybody knows how I feel) Pooping is kind of like a gift from God.
As far as Buddha in the house…so funny…I thought the house you were talking about was the “Variety Playhouse” the other night. (I had not read the article at that point)….and I was thinking…how very psychic of you Robert….because I’ve been doing the Buddha (my slang for herb) like a shetland pony. . . . which is Mississippi talk for keeping it on the “down low”, which is American English talk for “keeping hush hush”…which is another way of saying “I’m not saying a thing”. (which is a total lie)
Robert, te adoro you, my little Scandinavian breeze, Happy Birthday, for a few hours from now, it shall be, the day that the Sun shares the same degree, as it did on the very day you made,…………… your re-entry (lol, that’s buddha talk baby) .TUBBY,TUBBY….TUBBY..Can you hear me? Someone needs to go and check on him…and get him to a doctor right away….unless it’s too late. 🙂
Dude, It’s like J went upstairs to his recording room in the ol’ attic and looked under the couch cushions and behind the door and pulled out a bunch of old material that had been rejected from the past few projects (Farm,Beyond and the solo stuff) and threw it all together with some drumming that seriously, has fills and rolls that have all the interest and integrity of a “drum machine” (not because of the drummer but because the drum sounds SOUND over processed or something) and the lyrics…..kind of remind me of old people that tell you the same story over and over again….”It was during the war and my shoes had holes all the way through the bottom. It was getting late and we needed to go and collect sticks for our fire” Wait up Granny, let me get another cup of coffee so I don’t miss the part where you and Grandpa meet while you were out collecting sticks and he was carrying a little loaf of bread in a bag”. Did I buy it…yup….do I like it…Well, I’m a fan so…but really TUBBY better than Farm!
You know it’s weird when you are listening to a Dinosaur Jr album and you are saying in your head…”Gosh, I hope that Lou song is next” (because it’s interesting)
Hey…I’m practicing being a fire sign…is it working?
I’m just (kind of) kidding. King Richard T shocked me…that’s all.I enjoyed reading all the trials and tribulations of the pre-order/bundle/vinyl/onesies!
Seems, generally speaking that we are a pretty easy and patient bunch around here…shit happens. Tonas, sounds like a score on the marbled vinyl (was it supposed to be like that? Perhaps it didn’t stay in the oven long enough..and the colors hadn’t melted together correctly to form the perfect shade of purple). Speaking of shade…when I went to buy a copy of “Several Shades” at our local record shop…the brother working there told me….”lookie, lookie…this is what you really want” and he showed it to me in purple vinyl….I said…”it’s pretty”The key component of my plan was the “real loud”….It wasn’t a commentary on content. There are a few of the new songs (Dinosaur JR) that I like….I only say that because I haven’t heard any of the Bob Dylan stuff but I’ve read reviews that allude to it being a “rambling incoherent mess” and Bob being a Gemini…..well that just makes me profoundly sympathetic because this past weekend a good friend told me that lately, I’ve been coming across as a “rambling incoherent mess”, she said “You’re like one of those people who have have suffered a traumatic brain injury or something” In my minds eye, I can take the idea of a 2012 Bob Dylan and play the tape forward and imagine the discomfort.
I’ve enjoyed this thread. As far as the new stuff…..I’ve decided not to say a thing. See, I really am changing (it’s about time, eh?) but I really am enjoying reading what others are thinking. I’ve got an animal that’s making a Winter home for itself inside my kitchen wall right now…..sitting here drinking coffee and listening to it….wtf is it? It’s bigger than a squirrel or a rat, it’s sounds like it’s moving furniture in…I’m hearing footsteps along with a dragging sound. That’s not a dragging sound, I think that’s the sound of chewing through wires , got to set up a trap…TODAY…URGGGG X_X (now I have more 1st world problems to add to my list of other 1st world problems, that in my own Gemini way, I still think, if I ignore, will sort of resolve themselves without any interference on my part. I have about a 50% success rate when it comes to ignoring problems and letting them sort themselves out. Not bad.)
Maybe if I put the new Dinosaur Jr stuff on REAL LOUD up against that wall…..IT (whatever it is) will decided not to finish moving in and will instead move out. It’s worth a try.
Hybridge…Wow, those were great words…The water signs in my life lately, have taught me the greatest lesson..and that is to love until it hurts. That’s when you know what love is. I mastered text book love a long time ago but this was different. The lesson came at just the right time. Helping someone to die, holding their hand as they do it, has a point that gets pretty intense. In the middle of it, you understand “loving until it hurts”, Holy Shit! Thank God for the understanding that there is a time for everything and everything is in perfect order. Otherwise I would be down on the floor begging for someone to come and chop my broken heart out with a machete. Instead I’m just enjoying another fine day in Babylon minus a few folks.
Help….just thought I would add to my above post….My husband and I are taking care of his Mother right now because she is unable to be alone and has been given just a short time to live. One of the things that people who are stuck in bed do a lot is watch TV. It is truly one of the most frightening things for me to do….the relentless advertising and the amazing amount of bullshit that pours out nonstop 24 hours a day is…..well, BULLSHIT (kind of like my freakscene posts really, ha,ha) Any-Who….recently on the television and even on the NPR news, there was a lot of talk…trying to analyze the reason behind…senseless violent acts…like the shooting of people in a movie theatre or worshiping in a mosque. I heard that they have issued 23 subpoenas in the case of the guy that shot up the mosque…because they want to try and figure out “why he did it”. I’ve had my astrological friends sending me the birth charts of these folks. All I can say is “REALLY?” I’m overwhelmed right now working and raising my kids, helping my Mother-in- Law to die, helping my husband to face it, helping his brothers to face each other in the midst of it, helping my children to understand it…and it’s put me in a position of having little energy left for anything else….but “REALLY?” Do we not all understand that some people become un-fucking-glued?….I think we can all agree that some people do..for whatever reason. It must be some feeling of powerlessness combined with some sort of lack of love or caring caused some sort of lack of empathy or something, who the fuck knows what causes that? Was it lack of Mothering…was it a lack of love (or sex)…was it that, combined with a problem of a brain that wasn’t processing correctly due to eating food without any nutritional merit for years? Was it too much TV or other bullshit that we call entertainment these days? Is it an approach to 2012…I’ve had friends say we must become “unglued” in this dimension so we can “level up” and evolve out of this shit, which is the real meaning behind 2012. Okay… next… Maybe it’s the economy? I know my husband and I are making money come in the front door only to watch it hemorrhage out the back door. It’s kind of fucking funny and absurd at times. Is it our approach to the singularity (either Mckenna’s interpretation (more of a spiritual one) or Ray Kurzweil (more of a technological/wordly one). We ARE approaching a point of being confronted with more information in one day than say, I got in a whole year as a kid in 1975, and the acceleration is not stopping, I’m sure that’s overwhelming for some nervous systems. I could find 23 reasons for it but …..I guess it DOESN’T MATTER!!! I think we could save a whole lot of time by just saying that….right now, many of us are operating with lives that are glued together with the thinnest of thin set. I see it all around me. The only thing we do know is…. People become unglued..unhinged. Most of us have something that grounds us and keeps us whole, keeps us from losing our shit but obviously not everyone does. That’s it ….case closed. Why did either of these guys kill a bunch of random people….because they “lost their shit”.
One bit of evidence we do have is that women don’t tend to lose their shit like that. Women are comfortable with the idea of surrender when life gets hard, men are not…..when men feel trapped or backed into a corner (he,he new dinosaur jr song reference) they have a war like attitude, they aren’t designed for surrender, they come out full of fury and fighting. Fuck yeah…I have a friend that fought in Viet Nam and he has shared lots of stories with me, stories that made me realize, instead of fighting in Viet Nam, I would have surrendered on the first day, I would have been waving the fucking flag of surrender on the airplane ride there, how very yin of me….I’m not into having to sleep in the jungle for nights with my gun locked and loaded and up against my head. Not taking your boots off for days and ending up with feet all infected and fucked up. Constantly having to stop and pull leach like things out of your ass crack. (Thanks Jeff Burt for all the details of jungle warfare otherwise I would have never known) Oh my God, give me a clean dry bed to sleep in! Man, I would have to tell the enemy, I will gladly come over to your side…and fucking clean your house, suck your dick, cook some rice for you…whatever it takes not to have to do that in the jungle. It doesn’t work that way for men. The only time a man feels the need to surrender is to the idea of love. It doesn’t matter if it’s their Mother, girlfriend, wife…just someone who loves them and feeds them physically, sexually and spiritually. Working 24/7 at calming their asses down. That’s why the world is so fucked up right now…Hey, at least I think I’ve found #1 of 23 reasons why some men come unglued.
Perhaps we should open love centers for fucked up men like that. I’m not sure how that would work or what kind of women you might have working there but I think giving them love would be a good start. I bet none of those dumb asses had anyone loving on them. Oh, perhaps it’s a catch 22 and the reason why none of those dumb asses had anyone to love them was because they were dumb asses. Oh, we do live in a confusing world. In the words of Terence Mckenna…”Can’t solve all problems”.
I suppose women, because we have children, have a built in need and desire to give love and be loving. We don’t need love and attention like men do. Also, in order to feed our offspring and keep them safe we have had to learn to REEL it in and not lose our shit. The love of our children sustains us in times we feel less than love from our husbands. Not that my husband is not a loving guy, he’s just out in the world battling daily, it’s like a built in drive for men. The only way I’ve found to help men to settle down is to show them that you (their woman) is satisfied..is happy…is grounded…is loving, is at peace. I’ve had to build my own fucking spiritual/love lifeboat… In it my one Gemini twin says to the other “everything is good and it’s all unfolding according to plan. There is nothing to worry about…life isn’t that hard, it’s kind of funny and fun…it’s a roller coaster with rises and dips and has thrills but at the end of the ride for everybody is the door called death and nothing that you achieve on this Earthly ride fits through that door with you…. so you can stop killing yourself with fear or worry about it, it’s ALL good”. Then I go…”Oh yeah, you’re right…Thanks I forgot”. Then I have to reflect all that info back to my husband and my kids in my attitude toward life.
A world without the love of a woman is terrible for men and children. I don’t know…that seems to be the only reason I can come up with for a man who becomes that unglued.
Oh well, I’m just processing out loud.I started off this long winded bullshit post by saying..I’ve been stuck watching TV with my Mother-in-Law because she has lost all of her mobility…and sometimes we read together, sometimes we listen to music, sometimes we just talk but we have had the TV on A LOT…URGGGGG and if it wasn’t for that reason, I would never have seen so much of the Olympics….and I have seen A LOT of olympics recently. God Bless my husbands Mom. As I bitch about TV, I had the blessing to see something that kind of blew my mind on the TV the other night. Yeah, I can’t believe I said it either. I got to see a woman named Meseret Defar of Ethiopia win a race….a gold medal in the 5,000 meters. It was an incredible race…and I was blown away by how much running that is (distance). There was a beauty to it but also an ugliness for me because watching a body being pushed to it’s extreme is brutal. I’m just too fucking slack for that shit…if I’m going to be pushing my body that fast…something horrible is after me or my kids. I was making my Mother-in-law laugh by telling her funny things like…look, look at the girl from Ethiopia, she has a body shaped just like yours (her disease has taken her down to just over 100 lbs). I told her, I’m going to start calling you “my Ethiopian Mother”. Just after this beautiful Meseret Defar crossed the finish line first…she was gasping and overcome and the cameras were right in her face….I don’t know if any of you saw it, but she opened her shirt and was sort of grabbing at her chest. My Mother-in-Law was asking me…”what’s happening, what’s she doing” and I told her, “she’s probably having a heart attack, I know I would if I ran that fucking fast for that long”. Then she took out of her shirt, this small prayer flag and unrolled it…and she was crying emotionally and right there on the TV we saw this powerful image of the Virgin. Both my Mother-in-Law and I are huge fans of the Virgin Mary….so it kind of stopped us in our tracks and I…..was so charmed by this….Thank You, Thank You, THANK YOU….Meseret Defar…the eyes of a lot of the world were on you and you took the opportunity to give a shout out to MOTHERING. You were saying in your own way….don’t look at me look at the Mother. The world is in some sort of chaos right now…..but it’s nothing that a little bit of Mothering couldn’t straighten out. IMHO!
Lack of love in the world = fucked up people.
sorry if the punctuation is screwed up…I just sort of wrote with the flow….today, was my day to be at home and my husbands day to be with his Mom. I’ve had to work tirelessly at not losing my shit these past few weeks…staying strong for my kids and my husband. No one will ever love my husband like his Mother does and it’s a slow goodbye. My goodbye with my Mom came suddenly and without warning. I always felt cheated out of closing words with her but this has made me realize that I sort of got off easy. My love for him is very close to his Mothers but still a million miles away. I drove by Vic Chesnuts house this morning and I was like…”Thanks Fucker for throwing in the towel” and it made me wonder WTF is wrong. I felt the need to come home and process something outloud and I used Freakscene as my own personal blog again. Conclusion is…LOVE. A Mothers love is the perfect example of how love works. It just comes naturally! Who Mothers the Mother? The Holy Mother! Thanks be to Jah for the understanding!
I started this thread off with interesting Sag insights because in keeping with making fun of all my peeps, I have been enjoying that dazed look or attitude that Sag’s get when surrounded by what they feel is too much shit. They just run out to pasture in their own minds and being a fan of J Mascis you got to fuck with the Sag’s, I would love to fuck with Cancers and Capricorns, but I’ve found they don’t have the same ability to enjoy the jokes. My sister, a Cancer, will just stare at me silent for a few and then ask me “Do you really think that’s funny or something?” YES I DO. Oh, I just had an insight into Cancer/Scorpio (Tonas/King Tubby)/Pisces…water sign boys understand and appreciate surrendering to love but they also get to experience how painful that is, how vulnerable that is. Dictionary entry for vulnerable… 1) Exposed to the possibility of being attacked or harmed, either physically or emotionally. Why is it so hard for men to just be loving? My husband says it’s because men always have to be “on guard” because the world is a fucked up place. My favorite line lately for my Sag friends is…honey badger only gives a shit about something if it somehow relates to him, no, that’s not true, honey badger just doesn’t give a shit. Which is seriously why…it’s a rather rare event for Sag’s to lose their shit like the guy at the movie theater because #1..they are sort of low level losing their shit minute by minute when they are geared up and in a way that keeps the shit from building up…and #2…deep down inside, despite the fact that it seems that are constantly on the edge of losing their shit…the truth is…like the honey badger…they don’t really give a shit. Which is a paradox I know.
My God…I feel a good song coming up! Vic the Scorpio…vulnerable…if only you could have adjusted the attitude by adjusting the altitude “pull up…pull up, dear friend” into your Holy Mothers arms…now, you see, all is clear and you can fly right.
