Bastard Son...BRMC & More
Sep. 5th, 2005 11:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
mlerulesWow - wotta w'end! This summer's been bookended w/long w'ends Northward. Mem'l Day w'end was spent in Carmel & San Jose (BayCon) & Santa Cruz & SF, followed pretty immediately by a long w'end of camping nr SB (MEF). Labour Day w'end was Carmel, SC & Hollywood. Drove up Thursday. Delightful drive, as I got to be a passenger for the 1st part (up PCH to Sta Barbie), w/fab music playing, fun even w/the entire 101-N being shunted off and detoured for a while for an as-yet unknown reason (it smelled strongly of smoke)...managed to find the energy to drive up from Sta Monica and then go dancing at the Blue Lagoon in Santa Cruz for '80s night 'til the wee hours - whee-ya! I LOVE DANCING! Thx to ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shutt3rg33k for once again (BayCon = 1st time) turning me onto damn fun events w/damn fine dancing! The highlight of the night was the dancer w/seriously amazing moves who looked like nothing other than the bastard child of mmorena and boymaenad. I've been avoiding '80s dance nights like the plague, but 'twas grand fun, so I'm hoping that dragonfly_003 reminds me of where it happens on Tu (?) nights in LB (?)...or something.
Friday was mellow Grey and cool and foggy. 'Twas a great w'end for relaxing heavily. Lighting fires. Staring at fires. Drinking wine. Reading books. Read Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl - NOT one of his kid books - and am now into Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky. Yes, I'm reading a biography of salt. He's also written a biography of cod. And it's good stuff. I started to type "but I'm not insane" then realized I ain't gonna bother...who's gonna believe me (or care?)! Had lunch w/friends then hit the aquarium for fishies & jellies and wandered Cannery Row where we ate din-din anddelerium3 turned into a fish. Lots of thoughts 'bout the randomness of inspiration. About theory v. practice; thought v. action; possibility v. actuality; potential v. actual; dreams v. deeds. About the definition of LOVE...'bout whether it necessarily includes sexual desire...'bout whether if it once did must that continue. Smelled quite nicely of wood-smoke by the time I was ready for sleep that night.
Saturday: hit Santa Cruz for lunch (Saturn Cafe) and...let's face it, the REAL reason we ret'd to SC...Donnelly's Chocolates. Stocked up on a few delightful ones. They must be eaten w/in a week. This will not be a problem. More time in front of the fire: reading, talking, thinking, relaxing. The sterility of perfection. Kodak moments of the mind. The intimacy of shared quiet moments. Quietworld (one day mebbe I'll go into more detail re: housesitting somewhere in the Oakland hills a couple decades plus ago and finding a bottle of pills labeled "Quietworld" in the medicine cabinet). Whether we remember as well as we imagine. Patience vs. getting on nerves. Life as ham-radio driven. Addictive v. Sedated. Emotional fencing: double-edged...double-headed. Realization that I like trying ideas on for size.
Sun: relaxing morn - finally dawned bright and blue rather than cool and foggy and grey. The Open Mic poetry reading and whatEVER at the Henry Miller Library was really nice. Enjoyed hearing from those I knew. Enjoyed very much the last guy who signed up at the last minute to play a couple of songs on the guitar (and harmonica at the same time - it STILL happens,jeremyseip and he was NOT folk-based) and singing, too. He looked familiar and we figured out from talking to him why - his name is Peter Hayes and he's a member of a band I used to go hear a LOT a mess of years back: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club aka BRMC. Whee yah!
Mon: hit the road before 8:30am...made it home in time to unload the car (but not unpack anything), make sandwiches and toss 'em into the car (w/choco & leftover veggie pasta), then take off for the shuttle to the H'wood Bowl for Rocky Horror. Ohmigod! Wonderful. Took me back. Took me right there. Enjoyed it thoroughly. The movie aside (always grand fun), there was also chatting w/anyone and everyone sitting nearby (too many stories to relate) and then the sing-along on the bus on the way home (return to '80s night thanks to the football-player frat-boy and his gang). Now I'm tired. Must off to bed real soon.
O'morrow (Tu) is recovery from the w'end...and a visit to Kaiser to have that danged Planter's wart removed from the bottom of my foot. Ouch! The evening should be far more fun than the morning. Hoping for a trip to Pleasure Chest to prepare for fetish party...
shutt3rg33k for once again (BayCon = 1st time) turning me onto damn fun events w/damn fine dancing! The highlight of the night was the dancer w/seriously amazing moves who looked like nothing other than the bastard child of mmorena and boymaenad. I've been avoiding '80s dance nights like the plague, but 'twas grand fun, so I'm hoping that dragonfly_003 reminds me of where it happens on Tu (?) nights in LB (?)...or something.Friday was mellow Grey and cool and foggy. 'Twas a great w'end for relaxing heavily. Lighting fires. Staring at fires. Drinking wine. Reading books. Read Uncle Oswald by Roald Dahl - NOT one of his kid books - and am now into Salt: A World History by Mark Kurlansky. Yes, I'm reading a biography of salt. He's also written a biography of cod. And it's good stuff. I started to type "but I'm not insane" then realized I ain't gonna bother...who's gonna believe me (or care?)! Had lunch w/friends then hit the aquarium for fishies & jellies and wandered Cannery Row where we ate din-din and
delerium3 turned into a fish. Lots of thoughts 'bout the randomness of inspiration. About theory v. practice; thought v. action; possibility v. actuality; potential v. actual; dreams v. deeds. About the definition of LOVE...'bout whether it necessarily includes sexual desire...'bout whether if it once did must that continue. Smelled quite nicely of wood-smoke by the time I was ready for sleep that night.Saturday: hit Santa Cruz for lunch (Saturn Cafe) and...let's face it, the REAL reason we ret'd to SC...Donnelly's Chocolates. Stocked up on a few delightful ones. They must be eaten w/in a week. This will not be a problem. More time in front of the fire: reading, talking, thinking, relaxing. The sterility of perfection. Kodak moments of the mind. The intimacy of shared quiet moments. Quietworld (one day mebbe I'll go into more detail re: housesitting somewhere in the Oakland hills a couple decades plus ago and finding a bottle of pills labeled "Quietworld" in the medicine cabinet). Whether we remember as well as we imagine. Patience vs. getting on nerves. Life as ham-radio driven. Addictive v. Sedated. Emotional fencing: double-edged...double-headed. Realization that I like trying ideas on for size.
Sun: relaxing morn - finally dawned bright and blue rather than cool and foggy and grey. The Open Mic poetry reading and whatEVER at the Henry Miller Library was really nice. Enjoyed hearing from those I knew. Enjoyed very much the last guy who signed up at the last minute to play a couple of songs on the guitar (and harmonica at the same time - it STILL happens,
jeremyseip and he was NOT folk-based) and singing, too. He looked familiar and we figured out from talking to him why - his name is Peter Hayes and he's a member of a band I used to go hear a LOT a mess of years back: Black Rebel Motorcycle Club aka BRMC. Whee yah!Mon: hit the road before 8:30am...made it home in time to unload the car (but not unpack anything), make sandwiches and toss 'em into the car (w/choco & leftover veggie pasta), then take off for the shuttle to the H'wood Bowl for Rocky Horror. Ohmigod! Wonderful. Took me back. Took me right there. Enjoyed it thoroughly. The movie aside (always grand fun), there was also chatting w/anyone and everyone sitting nearby (too many stories to relate) and then the sing-along on the bus on the way home (return to '80s night thanks to the football-player frat-boy and his gang). Now I'm tired. Must off to bed real soon.
O'morrow (Tu) is recovery from the w'end...and a visit to Kaiser to have that danged Planter's wart removed from the bottom of my foot. Ouch! The evening should be far more fun than the morning. Hoping for a trip to Pleasure Chest to prepare for fetish party...
