Hey there Sloth!: Hell, yes, I'm a Ramone fan-- they started at CBGB's. I just didn't recognize that phrase, and I have CD's by them. Which song is it on? I guess I've been fucked-up for too fucking long.
That's ok THUDLY~ If I remember right they say it on the PINHEAD song~ I will have to check the back's of the cd's to be sure~ I have all their stuff~ They are great aren't they~ Soooo happy that you like them too~
Congrats. Every time I unearth an old friend they wanna get high *sigh*.....am I the only one that honestly moved on? I quit unearthing them.
Thudly, Wow what a blessing to connect with people who made such an impression on us. I found my sweet Larry again, after 27 years of missing him so much. And this time I married him Keep us up to date on your adventure.. teepi
Glad to hear that teepi, but I ain't marrying Tom, even though he lives on Martha's Vineyard, in Massachusetts. Hell, I'm spoken for: 8 pussycats and my week-end girlfriend, whom, BTW, I cured of lesbianism! She was gay for 18 years, I'm only her second man, now she'll never go back! (Irishmen have that unique talent, don't you know?)
HAHA thats funny, as I too, had found a good woman I was with for 7 years, she knew that if he ever came back into my life that my heart would over rule though. I guess German men have a bit of that quality too.
You're damn right that's funny-- I was just bullshitting you. The minute I turn my back, my "cured lesbian" is running up my phone bill calling up her idiot ex-girlfriend in Lousiana. (Who left her for a man, BTW.) It's all too confusing, so mostly I stay drunk, have sex and don't ask too many questions. We Irish are special, though: we all descend from kings.
I too have a bit of the Irish in me....Irish,english one one side...cuban on the other. Hell of a temper, but very parlimentary about it.
My God! What a deadly combination! I'm 85 per cent Irish (on both sides--my mother's side is 100 per cent), so the English aren't exactly my friends. Potato famine and all that you understand. I do love Cuban music, though. In fact, until I got arthritis in my fingers, I played Spanish flamenco a lot. Alas, that was when I was young! Do you play any instrument, Teepi?
I play a bit of guitar, my husband is a musician and we built a recording studio onto our house this past spring and summer. We are now adding a vocal booth. I also sing a bit. We recorded our first song together,Stormy Monday. We are big blues fans and I love rhythm and blues. He plays everything, coming from a long line of musicians. I adore cuban music. I like Otmar Liebert and of course I love Santana..although not very cubanny. Right now I am eating a second bowl of corned beef and potatoes,carrots and cabbage. Just dug up the last little potatoes and carrots before a hard frost comes. No potatoe famine around here Larry would certainly wither away as he eats them almost every day. My mother was from Cuba.
I'm glad your mother escaped Castro-- she is blessed. Someday, the vile tyrant will die and the good people will rise up, kill all the Commy assholes and be free again. Then, I can go visit Ernest Hemingway's finca where the 6-toed descendants of his numerous cats still live. Viva Ernesto! Arriba!
Batista was still empowered when she left. But that was in '57. Alas she died in '66, I was 7. cuban politics are crazy. So many people on both sides of the fence. it is sad that money cannot be sent. And that you can only visit relatives one time in your life. I have a sis ter thereI have never met. She was left behind with her father with promises to get out. Then Castro came into power before it went down. I last heard from her when my mother died. I do not know anything about her as my father has never been interested in keeping me informed of any of my life when I was young. Lost alot of history.
{{{{{{SMOOOCH!!!!!}}}}}}} I am FINE sweetie. Missed you all very much. Appreciate all the mails and jokes. But I am back so...feelin' groovy.( they REALLY need to put a key on this thing with little music treble clefts on it)
Sorry to hear your mother died when you were so young, teepi. You've survived and are a strong woman, I can see. Someday you'll return to Cuba: evil never prevails long, just long enough to kill and maim a generation. May I ask a question? No? Well, I'm asking anyway: Why is that woman green? She looks like she has angel wings and a halo and is faceless representing all woman-hood, but why is she green? Mother Earth? Signed, A Goya and Van Gogh and Monet fan (but not a Picasso fan).
I have never been to Cuba. My father was stationed there at Gitmo and met my mom. She was a young divorce. She had my sister but when it was arranged that they would be married and she could get out she had to leave my sister behind with her father. It was suppose to turn out differently. My mom became pregnant with me and when I was 5 she got sick. That woman is green because that is the color that I thought would look good for contrast. The wings and halo are copper leaf. You may always ask a question.
Are those red things supposed to be Satan fixing to drag her down? All in all: interesting, though I wouldn't want in my living room. I have a Monet and Renoir print hanging now. I used to have a Picasso, "The Absinthe Drinker", but I found it too depressing. I find Picasso ugly: every woman he drew is either ugly or misshapen. For a man who fucked so many women, why did he make them so unattractive? I think he really despised women. I have no use for him-- he's the Twentieth- Century's biggest phony. And, he had Old Master-Talent when he first began. I much prefer Dali-- a visionary (though, perhaps, insane), but a better pallett, technique and vision. Also, his wife of many years, was glorified, not degrinated as Picassos' Mara was. Fuck Picasso.
not a picasso fan either. That was an art trading card.(I just changed the image with a 14x18 I finished last night...self portrait) The art trading cards I do are only 2.5 X3.5 " the size of a playing card. That one was bought by someone on the forums who have a few of my works.
Goddamn, sweetie: it's hard to say Picasso was the biggest phony of art in the 20th century: the museums are replete with them. Shit, I forgot about Warhol, Basquiat, The Plain-Field School, shit-- I forget their names right now. Oh, Rauschanberg, et al. "Action Painters", drunks and druggies. The only bigger fools than the "painters", are the educated fools that finance them. Me, I like Winslow Homer, Norman Rockwell, and Turner, and, of course, the Impressionists and some of the Surrealists. Another time, love,--I'm getting drunk.