Really enjoy the magical and nature aspects of your writing. I never know where you're going to go and the surprise keeps me engaged. Plus it warms my heart to see your dog.
You said you don't know the Talking Heads, and their song "Once in a Lifetime" is also surprising and magical in its own way -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IsSpAOD6K8 (another 80s hit if you're still interested)
Living among hillbillys, rednecks and jocks the Talking Heads were found to be strange. MTV was capturing the music industry, and the doomsdays of disco were on the horizon. We could be hung for sedition if following the low testosterone set or mentioning the Bee Gees. My youngest brother on the other hand embraced them (not the Bee Gees), and signified the parting of the ways musically, but he was also a Dead Head. Sadly, Bruno died July 3rd, first day of the dog days of summer and rising of the Dog Star Sirius; Milo is here to console me. So glad you enjoy time spent in S&UP.
I am so very very sorry for your loss. It's great you have Milo, dogs are wonderful at consoling,
And how good to have a brother who bucked expectations and did his own thing. Your statement that you could be hung for sedition for following the low testosterone set or mentioning the Bee Gees made me laugh. Yep, see those pressures on my brothers. Different pressures on the female side, my brother looked at me as if I was an alien for liking heavy metal. So few women writing about music on here, very grateful for your support.
I could go on forever about Bruno, we were inseparable. His post sits in my drafts but to be honest, can't get past the tears. Now making some one laugh is the greatest of pleasures, and we can only hope for more. The alien in my family is me. Kind of keep to myself a lot, here on substack we have to promote, so I do (call it outreach) but I tend to fire on all eight cylinders and have to keep myself in check. Being a bit like the guy in the dunk tank means there is no filter. Men's egos are fragile, and we're easily triggered; women are more forgiving, by and large.
I think some posts are meant to be written but not shared, can sit in our drafts box to reread when needed. I have those too, but mine are where I get on my high horse or rant or preach or say something I don't want in print or whatever.
I had to learn from hard experience, had another substack that didn't work for me or the readers, had to delete posts I later regretted, also got sucked into comment sections on other substacks that didn't make any difference but got my blood pressure up. I set up a completely new substack account and started over. You've avoided that fate, so count that as a definite win.
Now if someone sets me off I go away and come back, says more about me and my triggers anyway, they're just being who they are, wait until I can respond without spouting off. It's not easy as I can get monumentally triggered.
I'm actually enjoying your unfiltered, honest, and personal comments because people are so guarded these days. I moved overseas in the George W administration, moved back just after the pandemic, and can't believe the changes here. Americans used to be so open and friendly, now only behind closed doors. I also get the sense that you're a good person who's trying to engage and you're opening up and sharing your experience. I welcome that. I don't always get what you're saying, but it's intriguing because you think so differently (from me at least).
I'm not looking for people to agree with me. More interesting to hear other views.
Like you I'm also quite an introvert, nothing at all wrong with that, extroverts are the ones driving the world crazy with their need to talk and talk as a way to figure out what they think. Rather be with my cat than a big talker!
Been working in here for a while now starting in an underserved area with a flip top phone and some handwritten stuff. The youngest brother mentioned earlier, well, he killed himself January 2nd the year before this. There's no escaping harsh realities and that's how I ended up here. In my bugout place. Safe and secure. A small but dedicated audience, not until you came along was there much engagement, my favorite part. Having a blast. It was just time to stop chewing the cud, throw another stick in the fire and get on with things.
Relaxing and amusing read
Thanks Pat, yeah, this was relaxing and amusing to write, as much. Just kinda' spilled out. Betya' remember Jimmy.
Really enjoy the magical and nature aspects of your writing. I never know where you're going to go and the surprise keeps me engaged. Plus it warms my heart to see your dog.
You said you don't know the Talking Heads, and their song "Once in a Lifetime" is also surprising and magical in its own way -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5IsSpAOD6K8 (another 80s hit if you're still interested)
Living among hillbillys, rednecks and jocks the Talking Heads were found to be strange. MTV was capturing the music industry, and the doomsdays of disco were on the horizon. We could be hung for sedition if following the low testosterone set or mentioning the Bee Gees. My youngest brother on the other hand embraced them (not the Bee Gees), and signified the parting of the ways musically, but he was also a Dead Head. Sadly, Bruno died July 3rd, first day of the dog days of summer and rising of the Dog Star Sirius; Milo is here to console me. So glad you enjoy time spent in S&UP.
I am so very very sorry for your loss. It's great you have Milo, dogs are wonderful at consoling,
And how good to have a brother who bucked expectations and did his own thing. Your statement that you could be hung for sedition for following the low testosterone set or mentioning the Bee Gees made me laugh. Yep, see those pressures on my brothers. Different pressures on the female side, my brother looked at me as if I was an alien for liking heavy metal. So few women writing about music on here, very grateful for your support.
I could go on forever about Bruno, we were inseparable. His post sits in my drafts but to be honest, can't get past the tears. Now making some one laugh is the greatest of pleasures, and we can only hope for more. The alien in my family is me. Kind of keep to myself a lot, here on substack we have to promote, so I do (call it outreach) but I tend to fire on all eight cylinders and have to keep myself in check. Being a bit like the guy in the dunk tank means there is no filter. Men's egos are fragile, and we're easily triggered; women are more forgiving, by and large.
I think some posts are meant to be written but not shared, can sit in our drafts box to reread when needed. I have those too, but mine are where I get on my high horse or rant or preach or say something I don't want in print or whatever.
I had to learn from hard experience, had another substack that didn't work for me or the readers, had to delete posts I later regretted, also got sucked into comment sections on other substacks that didn't make any difference but got my blood pressure up. I set up a completely new substack account and started over. You've avoided that fate, so count that as a definite win.
Now if someone sets me off I go away and come back, says more about me and my triggers anyway, they're just being who they are, wait until I can respond without spouting off. It's not easy as I can get monumentally triggered.
I'm actually enjoying your unfiltered, honest, and personal comments because people are so guarded these days. I moved overseas in the George W administration, moved back just after the pandemic, and can't believe the changes here. Americans used to be so open and friendly, now only behind closed doors. I also get the sense that you're a good person who's trying to engage and you're opening up and sharing your experience. I welcome that. I don't always get what you're saying, but it's intriguing because you think so differently (from me at least).
I'm not looking for people to agree with me. More interesting to hear other views.
Like you I'm also quite an introvert, nothing at all wrong with that, extroverts are the ones driving the world crazy with their need to talk and talk as a way to figure out what they think. Rather be with my cat than a big talker!
Been working in here for a while now starting in an underserved area with a flip top phone and some handwritten stuff. The youngest brother mentioned earlier, well, he killed himself January 2nd the year before this. There's no escaping harsh realities and that's how I ended up here. In my bugout place. Safe and secure. A small but dedicated audience, not until you came along was there much engagement, my favorite part. Having a blast. It was just time to stop chewing the cud, throw another stick in the fire and get on with things.
Well, I believe in reincarnation, we grieve our losses but they are still with us.
This beautiful song came to me to share with you today -- Queensryche's "Silent Lucidity" -- https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jhat-xUQ6dw