Unnoticed in Clever Worlds

The clearest description I have managed so far about my blog is that it is not about cats. In general, I find predators pretty predictable while prey on the other-hand, because they live in universes of anxiety, develop more textured personalities. I also have as a writer a deft hand when it comes to making matters worse, so of course , the already panicky are ready made for me. I will try to grow this blog into an assortment of laughs, because that is what my life has mostly taught me to do. I will use the famous people I have known to get your attention and then tell you small but many times wonderful things about them. I will never name the ones I say ugly things about but I hope you will guess who they are.

Month: September, 2018

When I look up into the endless starry night, I take pleasure that it is I, thinking of it, and not it thinking of me. It has occurred to me at certain times that I personally keep God scrambling to keep the heavens just out of my mind’s reach.

It is not enough that all men employ sympathy to help women because hidden in that pity is a curse and we know it. For we have been damning women with it since the beginning of time.

Waiting for you

Do old memories,
cast loose by your life’s end,
wait bewildered for you
to come back home?

Like pets at windows?


America is just fine

America is not tearing itself apart. The media wants you to think so because it sells the product. The Democrats want you to believe that Trump has divided us in half because he is orange and he won. But it is not true. This is only a phase.
Why do I know this? Because I believe in women. They did not come this far just to behave badly. They are the ones who raised all the little boys. Women won’t let them be destroyed so little old politicians can die in office.

Decency, once you get a taste for its opposite, is hard to return to.

It is time for women to push back against the evil that is being perpetrated by the Democrat leadership. Only women can stop it. Men can not. Someone has to consider the boys. To love them too.

How do you write a song with someone after you have hit him on the head with a guitar? The Who

I don’t pretend to know much about musical collaboration except that when it happens, it can be a crowning human achievement. The inherent complexity of writing of a piece of music is so high it is a wonder that things like rock bands exist at all. Those stresses were indeed there with Genesis. Steve left, and Phil Collins always felt thwarted. But if you take the time and listen and know just how smart and stubborn these creative motherfuckers were you have to be impressed with what they did.
I would have to guess when one writer is governing like Pete Townshend does with The Who things are more straightforward. From what I witnessed, Pete would write and then “teach” Roger the song. He then would naturally make the sound his with his voice. The others then built on that. I understand that this is no revelation but when you factor in that occasionally one member of this band would break a guitar over the head of another player the process becomes riddled with stress.

Genesis with Peter Gabriel

Genesis with Peter Gabriel tour as much as any band. When they went into the studio I was out of a job until they went back out. After my first tour, I had to go home to Pittsburgh to wait. Their manager and my great friend, Tony Smith, would keep me posted on their progress by calling in on the rotary phone in our kitchen and playing me new tracks as they were completed from London.

No to Judge Kavanaugh

I hope Judge Kavanaugh doesn’t make it onto the Supreme Court. The weight of his challenge to a woman’s right to be a woman, to protect herself and her unborn child supersedes all other kindnesses. Abortion is her business. Taking that away would destroy every woman………every woman. No man should want that. No God should want it either.

We had science too

I am closer to the last Ice Age than most of you. You are nearer to Earth’s guaranteed scalding flameout. We are both wedded to our fears.
Moving glaciers scared the shit out of me as a kid. It was certified by our schools that they would get us. That was if a thermonuclear exchange didn’t murder us first. At night in my dreams, these continental size icebergs came gnashing relentlessly towards me. They would overwhelm and crush our family 1956 Chevy while mashing our too slow to react dimwit of a family dog.
Glacial speed is fast to a child. I knew where my hooded fur coat and my galoshes ( bet you haven’t heard that word for a while) were at all times, even in the summertime.
Today’s children and village idiots are​ encouraged to fear incineration by slow global baking. But I won’t change​​. I’m betting on ice. We had science too.


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