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I Went To School With Bonnie Jones (Yellow)

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Bonnie's Dream
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From Bonnie Jones Davisson
September 27, 2009 at 10:58am

You are such an inspiration Gabriel! I will call you that because it suits you as you are. I am so sorry to hear about your mother's struggles. One thing my siblings and I did was to pamper my mother as she was - a true queen. In her latter months, we would go into the nursing home and just crawl inro bed with her, holding her close just to hear her heart beat. We are a very close family, and it was all because of her. She was our sun, and we were mearly planets made from her stardust.

Yes, David died in his sleep. His heart just stopped. He was a type A, head of the gyn. dept. in Thomasville GA. If I go, that's how I want to do it. I remember in one of my attempts at leaving ths Earth, I was guided by David for 3 days, as I spoke French the entire time. Strange what the mind will do. Mutt is simply that, a Mutt. I hear he also has heart troubles, but his boxing days were over a long time ago. He and I had an affair during his boxing days, but my true love was David. I sincerely think had Bobby not been around the two of us would have connected. Mutt has 2 boys—Hunter and Fisher—which speaks volumns as to Mutt's lack of sincerity and unimaginable ego. Were it not for his mousy wife, Robin, his sons would be wild and free, much like Luke's. Good grief! I have told you more buried secrets of my life than I have anyone else! Why do you have my trust so easily?

I have not been on Facebook much lately. I am preoccupied with my daughter's wedding. As a highly gifted child, she is rejecting all tradtitional ceremonies, and is insisting on wearing a pair of $400 knee boots under her dress - of which I thought looked cheap. Intervention meant going to Athens and visiting flower shops, which she finally conceded as beautiful, but is still stubbornly rejecting the cake, which I will do anyway. She will thank me when she's older.

I am also preoccupied with changing pain medication doctors and doing physical therapy. I am also studying with a Jehovah's Witness, of which I have 2 sisters who have practised the religion for over 40 years. Too much has come to pass that they have said would to ignore this religin as not being at least worthy of a second look. I also like the way they are always studying the Bible. Their worships on Sundays are not ranting and ravings, but actual talks by various elders who constantly refer to the Bible to support their subject of the day. I was amazed that in Genesis, it says that the Earth shangs in the heavens as if on a string. Why didn't the Pope KNOW that when the church banned Copernicus to house arrest?

Many exciting things happening right now. I will keep you posted.

Your friend and confidant,
Bonnie

Woman, oh, woman. Well, with every note, Bonnie, you come with both barrels loaded it seems. That's a good thing. Thanks for the update on the Daniel brothers. Tragic, in David's case. As stated earlier, I didn't actually know Mutt, and I had no idea that you bounced around with him at some point. I do appreciate your honesty. Very refreshing to find someone who finds redemption in detail, and craves loveliness despite the reckoning one's path in life often brings...

The story of your mother, of course, is a warming example of what family life can be. Cling to the memories, dear woman. Life is fleeting, and we make of it what we dare within the circumstances we may wrestle and the choices we can muster. Unfortunately, my family never quite measured up to those many ideals we sought, rugged individualists to the core, each of us, beginning with a hardcore alcoholic father and a mother of seven who never REALLY wanted to mother, but chafed an entire life craving to exude ideas of exceptionalism while denying her often troubled, even troublesome yet striving children the same. But after all is said and done, I guess she did her best, as did we.

But here we are, 24 fat and lean years later, still tied in knots, madly in love with each other, best friends forever, and rarely seen in public without the other except during the weekday when she counts the beans in her big office while I chip away at the art world. Her already elderly parents were scandalized by all the brute stylings of the wedding we planned ourselves (mostly me), and for that small over-indulgence I am regretful, but it WAS indeed a unique event.
I hazard to make any remarks about your daughter's choice of wedding apparel because you may be right. The boots may indeed look cheap. Cheap is a fashion choice with its place, its own context and subtext, it still must fit and flow.

I too, am strongly opinionated about fashion, although I am somewhat of a slob myself except when I reclaim the magic. Then I can't fail to strike an erstwhile artistic pose with compliments swirling. In another life, as the saying goes, I might very well have aspired to a life of fashion design. You may remember from high school some rather odd choices I wore to class. Checkered pants, golfer's attire. White shoes, perhaps. From junior high forward, my bold clothes tended to set me apart from the general population, a trait I still maintain to some degree.

That said, my tastes range from traditional upscale lines to street punk debonair. Without embarrassment I have all but dressed my wife for 26 years. Admittedly she resisted early on, but grew to appreciate the benefits. She of course now solicits my eye, and recognizes that I love quality with flair. She sometimes admits the truth that she exudes no taste whatsoever, if anything, maybe classic Tom Robbins cowgirl blues couture. So, if daughter's boots are shiny vinyl high kickers, I say, yuck to cheap, kitsch hooker glam. No way. But if they are matte black thigh high combat boots, with luxurious white quilt-stitched silk gripping her, she'd have my vote, as long as she matches it with a black silk headscarf appointed with red rose to regale her hair in something other than a stale 1950s-1960s bouffant that is so popular with the wedding planner set for decades. Of course, I'm presuming she has long hair, but even if she doesn't, a similar treatment would probably be agreeable. This is all fanciful speculation, of course. Can't quite kill the punk rocker aesthetic I wholeheartedly embraced I suppose.

OK. That was me in Project Runway mode. Please pardon me, if I've insulted you, Bonnie. Perhaps I should share. At the Sue & Gabriel wedding in 1985, no holds barred punk rock motif all the way, my wife and I boasted a square black cake with a pirate's skull & crossbones on top in mockery of all the scripted storybook marriages that then and now fail at a 50% rate. She called all over the city of WASHINGTON, DC for black roses. None could be found. Florists thought she was crazy. We ended up spraying silk red roses black. Nowadays, authentic black roses are found everywhere, roses actually bred to be black. Yup, we were part of a trendsetter generation, for better or worse. But here we are, 24 fat and lean years later, still tied in knots, madly in love with each other, best friends forever, and rarely seen in public without the other except during the weekday when she counts the beans in her big office while I chip away at the art world. Her already elderly parents were scandalized by all the brute stylings of the wedding we planned ourselves (mostly me), and for that small over-indulgence I am regretful, but it WAS indeed a unique event.

As for the Jehovah's Witnesses, I too, have extreme experience with them. But I will delay that deposition until the next letter.

Your friend in letters,

Gabriel

Albums That Impacted My Life

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My First Big Rock Record
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After a "days on end" bombardment of these viral things, I have succumbed to pressures, peer or otherwise, to post my own. Whatever. And don't forget to catch a few tracks over at Radio Scenewash. Enjoy.

As a younger adolescent, "Simon and Garfunkel's Greatest Hints" stands the test of time in making that first early impact. Of course, I also heard a good chunk of Johnny Cash and the Carter Family, thanks to my old man's influence, which has always stuck with me. Remember, I grew up in a very small town in the Old South, and this was when AM ruled. FM was still mostly a twinkle in the eye. We caught our radio in snatches where we could. Down on the Georgia coast, snagging the bouncing waves of WLS in Chicago and WOWO in Fort Wayne, IN was hit and miss depending on the weather and cloud cover, but it was massive, even illicit fun to curl up under the covers at night, and steal those rogue high-powered AM waves when we could. Listening to rock and roll in those innocent youthful years in the late 60s took work, and patience. Then came high school and own my first vinyl purchase...

1. Flowers - Rolling Stones (paradigm No. 1, poet laureates with guitars)
2. Harvest - Neil Young
3. Blonde on Blonde - Bob Dylan
4. Greetings from Asbury Park - Bruce Springsteen
5. The Hoople - Mott the Hoople
6. Close Enough For Rock and Roll - Nazareth
7. This Year's Model - Elvis Costello
8. Telekon - Gary Numan
9. Power, Corruption, Lies - New Order
10. We've Got The Beat - the Go Gos
11. Never Mind the Bollocks - Sex Pistols (paradigm No.2, punk political underground)
12. Easter - Patti Smith
13. Ten Witches - 9353 (single, but brutal)
14. Senseless Offerings - Black Market Baby
15. The Age of Quarrel - Cro-Mags
16. Troops of Tomorrow - The Exploited
17. Psalm 69 - Ministry
18. Rammstein - Mutter (paradigm No.3, industrial religious goth & electronica)
19. The War on Errorism - NoFX
20. Assassinate - Birmingham 6
21. Harmonizer - Apoptygma Berzerk
22. Jesus Christ Superstars - Laibach
23. Embryodead - Wumpscut
24. Cyberia - Cubanate
25. Linger Fickin' Good - Revolting Cocks
26. Southern Born Killers - Stuck Mojo
27. Judgement - VNV Nation
28. Burden - King Giant

Okay, these are the "gamechanger" LPs threaded into three distinctive but overlapping paradigms, each listed in the chronological order more or less (I didn't use references to map this list) in which I was introduced to them, or in one case, a single track that egregiously throttled my perspective in terms of those emotional and intellectual cadences which continued to draw me to the music as I pursued the soundtrack of my life.

A probing sort hiding among my friends might even scratch closely enough at this list to expose one or two similar strains of energy these selections reflect over forty or so years of rocking out to the Almighty Sounds of My Deliverance, but then again, we live in such superficial times where nothing matters very long.

This list is not a comprehensive list of my favorite albums of all-time, or within any given season, but they are the life impacted albums, the ones that have inevitably left its mark in such a way within its particular context, that I need no bread crumbs to find my way back to them.

And we must remember that there are always many global and esoteric variables at play in considering these impact moments in one's rather random listening life, but this is not the space to map that baseline. Suffice it to say, however, these 28 LPs will always remain special, each for their own reasons, to me. Perhaps there are more yet to come.

Gabriel

Flowers For Baby A Cantonese Roar

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Date: Tue Feb 29, 2000 10:24:30 AM

Hope Baby is feeling better. It's Leap Day, Sweetie, not the last day of winter. That threw you off the saddle, didn't it, and you stumbled out the door as a consequence. Well, here's a bunch of bodacious flowers, just to brighten your day. I'm excited about putting these next few web sites together. And there's a little something in it for everybody. I like it, yes, I like it when that happens. Hear my smile. A Cantonese roar.

I'm beginning to feel like the train engine's pulling all the wheels again in my mind. That's a great feeling. And in some small satisfying way I'm grateful that you are still agitating over the state of our lives, as you said last night to me when I asked you why couldn't you sleep, that you've agreed that now is now the time to say it, and do it.

No Len Bracken link, or anything, just a default Amazon homepage link (forcing the potential customer to hunt his book down rather than deliver straight to customer for click into cart). What a silly boy, vindictive without irony, a testament to his own swirling conscience. The best example yet of his own "morality of friendship" in action.
But the troubling thoughts are there to help toughen you up since apparently you are not already baptized in the spirit as much as you've read all the arguments, and are steady in pleading your case as it really stands, with vigor, and with grace. You'll need both if and when the barrage of leftover guilt starts hitting the fan like sloppy syrup from a horse's mouth on the one angle or the polite but still just as snarky ice blue lies marched in with their own tombstones from another angle. But it's time to justify time.

Chin up, sweet cheese. I am willing to imagine Ashantilly Maudie and Once Upon a Gilbert will thrill us with its creative spirits, and the rest of this tumbleweed racket ain't nothing but a bookkeeping phase that will take care of itself. Every chess piece in this game where one may aspire to sport a remarkably different outlook in the end, as ancient voices rollover to a halt and men in gloves strain in driving glasses to drink salt, we have no choice but to voice our goals and intuit the initiatives with splendid execution.

Yesterday I took the Bracken site down from 'XusNET. Today, his new site is working properly, and with changes. For instance, all mention of my own sites are gone. Now his books to buy link goes straight to Amazon. No Len Bracken link, or anything, just a default Amazon homepage link (forcing the potential customer to hunt his book down rather than deliver straight to customer for click into cart). What a silly boy, vindictive without irony, a testament to his own swirling conscience. The best example yet of his own "morality of friendship" in action.

Sometimes I wonder if he is even capable of understanding himself. It continues to feel good to have him out of my life.