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October | 2013 | general bonkers
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Archive for October, 2013. Ask your girlfriends, and see if they know. I wrote in this blog regularly, from November, 2004, until January, 2012. It used to be public, and then I freaked out one day and hid all the posts. I used to love writing here, and then I didn’t. Recently, I’ve been going through some of the posts, and I’m really glad to have them. […]. Ask your girlfriends, and see if they know. I’m not here, this isn’t happening. When the saints go marching in. Now go on wit’ ya bad self.
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comin’ for to carry me home | general bonkers
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And i salute you, brother. Oh, bright light, sing me a song. Comin’ for to carry me home. Yesterday, November 23, was recognized by the Catholic church as the. Final Sunday of Ordinary Time. Those capitals are theirs, not mine. It was the last Sunday before the Advent begins, and is known as. Christ the King Sunday. If you want, you can also call it. Feast of Our Lord Jesus Christ the King. Either one is fine. It’s up to you. We still miss him. A lot. Especially Uncle Tony. Music was blaring when I arriv...
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and i salute you, brother | general bonkers
https://cherrycanoe.wordpress.com/2008/11/22/and-i-salute-you-brother
Can you hear me, major tom? Comin’ for to carry me home. And i salute you, brother. Here is the thing about when people die: it makes you think of everyone else you know that has died. It’s been 24 hours since my last post, and there are lots of ghosts around right now. The will to live is astonishing. John Spalding is still hanging on to dear life, and is surrounded by those that love him. He made it through another night. Love sure can do a lot for a human. Feed for this Entry. On November 22, 2008.
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i’m not here, this isn’t happening | general bonkers
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When the saints go marching in. Ask your girlfriends, and see if they know. I’m not here, this isn’t happening. I can’t stop looking at this photo, which ran in the New York Times on Saturday, March 12. The same day Scotty’s body was lowered into the earth. Timmi and I cried throughout the service, and then drove to the cemetery together. It was the first time I have been in a police escort funeral procession. My sister had to tell me to put on my hazards. I didn’t know that. Feed for this Entry. N] 1 [ ...
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now go on wit’ ya bad self | general bonkers
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Stand like a man, move like a legend. Now go on wit’ ya bad self. That Malcolm McClaren should leave this world the same week we said goodbye to Scott Burroughs seems to be a cruel but appropriate coincidence offered by the universe. It’s been said many times, many ways, but this hoary cry bears repeating: punk is dead. I remember the eruption of Mt. St. Helens because of punk rock and the Ave. He held a cardboard sign with. There was always someone hanging out at the Anarchy Bank, an abandoned financial...
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how precious did that grace appear | general bonkers
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I always wanna be by your side. Can you hear me, major tom? How precious did that grace appear. I knew I had chosen the right place when the woman on the other end of the phone started talking to me about underpants. It is rare that you will be discussing such intimacies with someone you have only known for five minutes, and over the telephone, no less. Every woman she had that discussion with was pregnant. And, every one of those women no longer wanted to be pregnant. Liz stayed over at my place the nig...
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stand like a man, move like a legend | general bonkers
https://cherrycanoe.wordpress.com/2009/12/14/stand-like-a-man-move-like-a-legend
Oh, bright light, sing me a song. Now go on wit’ ya bad self. Stand like a man, move like a legend. I know I talk about these knuckleheads all the time, but it’s hard not to. We’re busy with a lot of great stuff right now, and they are a huge part of my life. I talk to them and see them more than I do my own mother. And she lives in Ballard. Plus, they are doing such a fantastic job, I can’t help but sing their praises. It is satisfying when work is productive and rewarding. I’m old enough to have ...
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freckle-faced hustlers | general bonkers
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Now go on wit’ ya bad self. I see angels here, bringin’ something to me, mother mercy. Back in November, on Thanksgiving weekend, Ben and Ryan shot a new video for “Irish Celebration,” a song of theirs that I really, really love. The three-day shoot took place at a handful of Seattle locations, including a beautiful old house in the U. District, Magnuson Park, and Belltown’s Lava Lounge. It was a lot of fun. The cynical amongst us, or misguided music critics, will want to dismiss this as a clever marketi...
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when the saints go marching in | general bonkers
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I see angels here, bringin’ something to me, mother mercy. I’m not here, this isn’t happening. When the saints go marching in. I’ve been listening to a lot of New Orleans jazz funeral music this week. Also, Professor Longhair. I had a dream last night that my sister and I were in New Orleans. It was cold, and there was snow on the ground. We were at a Mardi Gras feast, in an elaborate room. She did her chicken dance, and we laughed. No Responses Yet to “when the saints go marching in”. Feed for this Entry.
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i see angels here, bringin’ something to me, mother mercy | general bonkers
https://cherrycanoe.wordpress.com/2011/03/07/i-see-angels-bringin-something-to-me-mother-mercy
When the saints go marching in. I see angels here, bringin’ something to me, mother mercy. Our friend Scotty left us last week. He has been part of my family for nearly 25 years. My sister Timmi met Scotty at the old Frontier Room, back when it was real western times in Belltown. They were fast friends — like minded, creative, and wild. She loved him truly, and helped him weather many storms. They were unconditional in their love for each other. Like brother and sister, with souls intertwined. There is s...
