All beauty lives forever in the eyes of an admirer.
Monday, February 9, 2015
National Hate Florida Day
Icy rain in New York.
12 inches of snow predicted for Boston.
The northern tier of the USA is gripped by winter.
Only one state in the Lower 48 offers any relief.
Florida.
Wish I was there.
Key West.
Nowhere warmer than the end of US 1.
Sunday, February 8, 2015
Michael Winslow - Whole Lotta Love by Led Zeppelin
I met the codeine Michael Winslow at the 1985 Deauville Film Festival in France. He was promoting POLICE ACADEMY. There was no Roman numeral after the title. This was the original.
To hear this wicked version of WHOLE LOTTA LOVE, please go to the flowing URL
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QxcCC2g1Ke0
Thursday, February 5, 2015
THE GUILT OF MOTHERS by Peter Nolan Smith
Back in the 90s I deserted New York to spend the Christmas holidays with my family on the South Shore.
Despite my abandonment of God as a child my mother persisted in requesting my attendance at Midnight Mass. It was a small sacrifice to make for the woman who brought me into this world and I always said, "Sure.”
One Christmas Eve I dressed in a dark-gray suit with a black cashmere polo shirt.
My mother came into the bedroom and asked, “Where’s your tie?
“Mom, this shirt is pure cashmere.”
“But you look better in a tie?” My mother was old school.
“You can’t wear a tie with a polo shirt.” I had worn a tie every day at Our Lady of the Foothills.
My mother frowned with disappointment at both my wardrobe and rejection of her God.
“I hope at my funeral you’ll wear a tie.” Her eyes were dewy with tears.
“I will.” Refusing my mother was impossible and I changed my shirt and put on a tie. It felt like a garrote.
"Better?" I asked in the kitchen. My father was seated at the table in his best suit.
"Much better.” She smiled with triumph and kissed my cheek. “You’re a good boy.”
Upon my return to New York I related this story to the mother of my diamond employer. Hilda tsked and said, “That’s the difference between Jews and goyim.”
“What?” Her son and I were befuddled by Hilda’s statement.
“Your mother simply asked for you to wear a tie at her funeral, if it had been me I would have said, “Once you kill me, I want you to wear a tie to the funeral.”
“Aha.” I replied, for Hilda had explained the true depth of Jewish guilt in a single sentence.
Matricide.
We were all bad boys, except to our mothers.
To them we were saints.
The Beat Lives On
Beat icon Neal Cassady died on February 4, 1968.
Walking home from at party in San Miguel de Allende Cassady fell asleep by train tracks. The night was cold and wet. The next morning his 3D body was discovered in a coma. This death from exposure launched the outlaw traveler from this 2D world into 4D eternity.
Time has been cruel to the memory of Kerouac's road legend. Critics have called him a fool. Milleniums see his antics as the act of an addict. Having recently read ON THE ROAD I was enthralled to accompany Neal across the country. Cassady had been reared by a wino father on Denver's skid row.
“Among the hundreds of isolated creatures who haunted the streets of lower downtown Denver there was not one so young as myself. Of these dreary men who had committed themselves, each for his own good reason, to the task of finishing their days as penniless drunkards, I alone, as the sharer of their way of life, presented a replica of childhood to which their vision could daily turn, and in being thus grafted onto them, I became the unnatural son of a few score beaten men.”
Neal Cassady lives in the minds of wanderers.
And all straights consider us 'fools', because they know nothing of the road and even less of friendship.
To hear PULL MY DAISY by Allen Ginsburg, Jack Kerouac, and Neal Cassady please go to the following URL
www.youtube.com/watch?v=-3BxcGz_4ns
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Stefania Fumo Photograph / Journalist / Cineste
Stefania Fumo went into exile several years ago.
She was in love.
Her husband and she crossed the equator to live in the capitol.
They ended up in his native Argentina.
His home city Buenos Aires meant Good Air in Spanish. The relationship lasted a couple of seasons of better and worse, then he broke the 7th Commandment.
Thou shalt not commit adultery.
Her husband was thrown out of the apartment. Stefania could have retreated to NY. but decided to become a photographer in Rome. He ex was a photographer too. She is now the competition.
I love her pix.
>Most of of her too.
See her on www.girlontape.com
She still has great legs and a better mind.
ps Stefania loves her dogs.
skinny legs and all, joe tex,
In 1967 Joe Tex scored a #10 hit with SKINNY LEGS AN ALL on Dial/Atlantic records.
The lyrics told the tale of a good fun nnight.
“I don’t want no woman with no skinny legs
Look here!
I thought about givin’ this woman to Clyde
But, no
Say, I know the kind-a women Clyde like
Leroy’ll take her.
Say, LEROY!
You got her!”
Amazing to think that those lyrics were hit the airwaves, but many young men have had a hankering for skinny girls, for in the words of the immortal Jack Flood, the hardened heavyweight from Seattle, “The closer to the bone the sweeter the meat.”
To check out these skinny legs, go to www.girlsontape.com and marvel at Stefania Fumo’s self-photos, othe
In 1967 Joe Tex scored a #10 hit with SKINNY LEGS AN ALL on Dial/Atlantic records.
The lyrics told the tale of a good fun nnight.
“I don’t want no woman with no skinny legs
Look here!
I thought about givin’ this woman to Clyde
But, no
Say, I know the kind-a women Clyde like
Leroy’ll take her.
Say, LEROY!
You got her!”
Amazing to think that those lyrics were hit the airwaves, but many young men have had a hankering for skinny girls, for in the words of the immortal Jack Flood, the hardened heavyweight from Seattle, “The closer to the bone the sweeter the meat.”
To check out these skinny legs, go to www.girlsontape.com and marvel at Stefania Fumo’s self-photos, otherwise go to this youtube url to see Joe Tex live.
www.youtube.com/watch?v=7Sdib6gd190
rwise go to this youtube url to see Joe Tex live.ww.youtube.com/watch?v=7Sdib6gd190
My wife had skinnier legs than Stefania.
As Jack Flood said, “The closer to the bone the sweeter the meat.”
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