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Enthusiasm flickered" [part3]
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Enthusiasm flickered" [part3] |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho 
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Two days before < !signature-->the grand finale I was to have a 40 minute interview these were times that I never looked forward to our great agent also had us hooked in for the following week for another two radio stations in Toronto it would have been nice if he had of asked so I could of consulted my crazy ephemeris first but I sulked a bit and got them cut by twenty minutes yet I was surprised to learn that once the music went public it wasn’t mine anymore “I thought that the people would think the same things that I thought about the songs when I wrote then it confused me to a point and then I found it quite amusing that people could read so much into specific words that had meant so very little to me at the time and then vice versa—that some things that I thought had great weight to them they didn’t pick up at all” that took considerable time and suffering on my part at first I just assumed that sincerity was my only option—that my mission was to be as naked to the media as my music what was harder to accept as a spontaneous gesture was my literal interpretations of these quaint notions that they took upon themselves for granted being in the profession for over forty year and tiring of questions I casually told them it was time for my bath and when they didn’t move began taking off my clothes not thinking of the band the back up vocalist out of disgust did the same you would never have believed what the headlines read and it wasn’t blooze. deja vu. [Oh yes, the saga continues. Stay tuned. Now back to bboog] [This message has been edited by lucky (edited 04-25-2000).] |
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Martie
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-09-21
Posts 28049California |
lucky, I didn't know you were a musician...I have to go looking now for part 1, before you move on to part 4---I think I missed something. I like it...more! |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
What a life it's been! What hilarity we've known! ~ ~ ~ I see you're crawling around that dusty loft of your memory again, my dear! Here, let me shine a lamp - can you find some more? You're such a rascal! |
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Meadowmuse Member Elite
since 1999-12-27
Posts 3263 |
Lucky, I enjoyed this segment in particular, and nod my head in the knowing... "I found it quite amusing that people could read so much into specific words that had meant so very little to me at the time and then vice versa—that some things that I thought had great weight to them they didn’t pick up at all” that took considerable time and suffering on my part" ~ Claire Could a greater miracle take place than for us to look through each other's eyes for an instant?......Henry David Thoreau |
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lucky Senior Member
since 2000-01-17
Posts 1601Idaho |
Martie' Slow on the draw are ya, you need to get out of the garden sometimes... Nice ya caught it. I've been a musician since I was 6yrs. old and Rosemary's floks are also very good musicians as are many of our relatives, that includes RJ. Now there's some stories to tell... Rosemary, It's me Rascal Berry, Do remember how the kids would sleep in front of the tall PA system speakers. It's amazing that they can hear us at all today. Can't say that they have to much soul but they sure do like loud music. By the way, your a cute stinker. Claire, Your hanging in there for this. it's neat to make life poetic, and you know me... I love a story. Life "is" truely a miracle, nice to your part of it. Thank you, and God bless you all. |
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Rosemary J. Gwaltney Senior Member
since 1999-08-26
Posts 997northern mountains, Idaho |
Yes honey, I surely do remember the kids sleeping in front of those speakers, not just at home, but out at the barn where we absorbed your band practicing, and the luscious music so sweet I could taste it practically vibrated us all into outer space, while our kids slept peacefully on ... ah, good old days! Your music just tickles all my senses, much as tons of your writing does. You're a cute stinker yourself, you long tall Rascal Berry of mine! |
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