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The Kick inside always makes it into my top twenty albums of all times list, yet I don’t listen to it very often. I put it on today and was hit by a wave of nostalgia. This is the album of my twenties, and as I heard her sing “Heathcliff, it’s me, I’m Kathy, I’ve […]
MorePlaying the guitar has been one of the biggest pleasures of my life. I learnt how to play on an Ibanez acoustic, it was big and bulky, too large for me, with a tough high action. It was a beast of a guitar. Those high set strings never got low and responsive, no matter how […]
MoreSunday comes in with the dawn, and I ignore it anyway. Sunday means Monday is round the corner. The waves keep coming, the years come and go in a tsunami of Sundays that disappear with the tide. Watch out! I dream of being in charge of a small army of children: small and in strollers, […]
MoreI do my best to hide my distant past from people I have to deal with in my present. I get tired of the immediate sea-change in the way they talk to me and treat me. I go from the nice middle aged woman with a teenager to ex junkie. It was a long long […]
MoreWe stayed in Medora overnight. He refused to let us stay longer, despite my begging. It is my favorite place on earth. I never got to visit very often, but he wanted to get back to Oregon. I woke up early and walked off alone while he snored, and the kids huddled snoozing in the […]
MoreMinnsota. 2017. No virus. Boy and Girl greeting me every morning with a kiss and a smile. Billy fit-ish, and kind-er. Mid summer. The shadows are playing across the grass and the concrete and the water and the rocks of Stony Point. The humidity hits you every time you take a breath, the heat on […]
MoreI can’t deny it. I love Kurt. I love him in the same way I love Lou Reed. Here is a perfect grungy, rain soaked Seattle grey version of Where did you sleep last night by Leadbelly. I’ve shivered under pines, the whole night through, winter to summer to winter again, the drip drop sounding […]
MoreMy husband didn’t hit me because I fed him pasta, despite what his aunties said. My husband didn’t beat me almost to death because I didn’t clean the house well enough. He didn’t beat me because I refused to sleep with him – that wasn’t an issue, he just raped me anyway. My husband didn’t […]
MoreOne of the small joys of the last year has been the home recorded concerts by loved artists. Tallest Man on Earth did some lovely ones, which felt like he was playing the guitar for some close friends, doing covers that people requested, and being generally charming. It was intimate and sweet and felt like […]
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