34YES The Daily K Lefty Williams is God
Rock and Roll is such a temporary thing; audience, and artists, come together for just a short while. Stages are erected, and then stages are dismantled. You leave the show with just a memory, and or maybe with a t-shirt, and or a cd.
I left The Lefty Williams Band show at Vinyl in Atlanta, Georgia, last night, with a smile on my face. For nearly two hours, my eyes, and my brain, had been mesmerized by a fascinating, and liberating band.
I had long known that band leader, Lefty Williams, was a genius on guitar, but now there is this other guitar player in the band who is equally as engaging, and entertaining: Adam Cain. And there is this incredible bass player named Lex Luther, certainly a super hero at his instrument. And...there is this drummer, Steve Saunders. These guys are bad ass.
For most of the show, I hugged the stage, not wanting to miss a note that The Lefty Williams Band kicked out, but for awhile I went to the back of the house to see how the band looked, and sounded, from there. From a distance, they also looked, and sounded fantastic.
A gentleman who might have have a cocktail or two inside him, came up to me and ecstatically said, "He is awesome isn't he? Simply awesome?!"
"Yes," I said, sober as hell, "He is awesome.""
"I grew up in Texas," the guy said, "And I used to smoke pot with Stevie Ray Vaughn, and this guy is as good as Stevie..."
The guy he was talking about was Lefty Williams. Check Lefty, and The Left Williams band out, soon. And buy a t-shirt, and a cd; they will fuel your memory of a great evening.
The Lefty Williams Band Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/leftywilliamsband
The Lefty Williams Web Site: http://www.lefty-music.com/fr_cnnvideo.cfm
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Saturday, January 29, 2011
Wednesday, January 26, 2011
NO FOOD COLUMN
Can people really be addicted to food?
http://www.dailyspark.com/blog.asp?post=can_people_really_be_addicted_to_food
I find that if I leave food out, in kitchen, that I will crave it when I gaze upon it; so, obviously my best move is not to leave food out in the kitchen. A minute ago, I had to put some bagels up, as I started craving one, as I walked in and out of the kitchen to make my coffee; I know that I am having oatmeal for breakfast, not a bagel.
I said, "That hot sauce is going to be here a long time after you are gone," referring to a new hot sauce that she had turned me onto, and she said, "I'll be with you, as long as that hot sauce is on the shelf."
Can people really be addicted to food?
http://www.dailyspark.com/blog.asp?post=can_people_really_be_addicted_to_food
I find that if I leave food out, in kitchen, that I will crave it when I gaze upon it; so, obviously my best move is not to leave food out in the kitchen. A minute ago, I had to put some bagels up, as I started craving one, as I walked in and out of the kitchen to make my coffee; I know that I am having oatmeal for breakfast, not a bagel.
I said, "That hot sauce is going to be here a long time after you are gone," referring to a new hot sauce that she had turned me onto, and she said, "I'll be with you, as long as that hot sauce is on the shelf."
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
33YES MUDCAT REVOLUTION
It is 4:44 a.m in the morning, and I have just downloaded the new Mudcat CD, "Hotstuff." The first song hits me in the face like a wet kiss from a slightly drunk lover; I mean I have lived this song, standing in front of Mudcat, and his band, night after weekend night at The Northside Tavern in Atlanta, Ga. It is as if I can see Mudcat a smiling, and a singing right here from my desk. That is how real the cd is, how great a job it has done of capturing the legendary bluesman live.
I met Danny Dudek around 1985 in a place called Kool Korner in Midtown, Atlanta, Georgia. Dok Lazlo had called, and asked me if I wanted to meet Angela Bowie. With no money in my coat, I headed over to the restaurant, where Ms. Bowie cooked breakfast for Dok, and I. It was kind of a surreal experience, but another neat thing that I got out of it was that I got to meet the dishwasher, a friendly, smiling fellow who seemed to be very happy to be alive, even though he was washing dishes. This fellow was Danny Dudek, aka Mudcat.
Mudcat has never let me down, and he has, from what I have heard, never let anyone around him down. On stage, and off, you can depend on Danny Dudek. On stage, or seated on the floor of a place without a stage, Mudcat can be counted on to give an energetic, thorougly entertaining performance.
Mudcat puts his heart and soul into each, and every, song that he sings, whether he is playing to a packed house, or is just singing to a few folks in the room, before the place gets packed. Offstage, though the man has achieved an international reputation, Mudcat is down to earth; no attitude, no bullshit; he is still the happy go lucky, wide-smiling guy that I met at Kool Korner so many years ago, when fame was just a glint in his eye.
Mudcat dropped out of The National Shakespeare Conservatory giving up an ambition to be an actor for a dream of being a musician, and he started playing on the streets of New York City. One day, as he was playing his guitar, and singing, for a group of people, one of New York's finest came up and told him to, "Put that guitar down."
Mudcat put the guitar down, but kept on singing to the people.
After he arrived in Atlanta, Mudcat continued to singing on the sidewalk to the people. He was joined for a number of years by by Evan Lee Frayer, and David "Snave" Evans. The trio was a regular fixture on the streets of Atlanta.
"We would quit a job to play on the streets at certain events," relates Mudcat, pointing to The Piedmont Park Arts Festival as being one of those events.
The trio would make tapes, and put them out in front of themselves with a sign that said, "Free with a five dollar donation." The rule at The Festival was that street performers could not sell anything.
Each of these men has continued on musically, Mudcat with his band, and often playing solo, Snave with his band Snave and The Grass, and Evan with his band. Out of their one musical union, three great bands have emerged.
Because it says it as well as I could I am going to let you read part of the recent Mudcat email, that those who sign up to be on his list receive:
Saturday, January 29th we release the newest Mudcat CD HotStuff, a collection of fifteen songs culled from the Mudcat catalog recorded between 1994 and 2009. HotStuff is named after my organic XXX hot sauce/marinade, and the recordings and flavors are equally adept at setting your senses ablaze!
To celebrate this release, Mudcat and band, including chanteuse Lori Beth Edgeman and longtime Mudcat/B.B. King trombonist Joe Burton, will be performing tunes from the CD, as well as other old favorites and new material, one night only at Northside Tavern, 1058 Howell Mill Rd, Atlanta, GA. Music begins at 10PM; $10 cover; 21 and over. Club info: http://www.northsidetavern.com.
This is a night that you do not want to miss. The songs on the "HotStuff," cd are amazing, capturing the essence of Mudcat. The night will be amazing because Mudcat, and his band are amazing.
Ringo Starr once sang, "You got to pay your dues, if you want to sing the blues," and Mudcat has payed his dues, and you can reap the benefits of such by being in the audience, this Saturday, and by buying a "HotStuff," cd and some hotsauce/maranade made by Mudcat.
There is a Revolution happening in music, and Mudcat is leading the charge.
Check out Mudcat's website: http://www.mudcatblues.com/
And join him on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mudcat/52250770635
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Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
It is 4:44 a.m in the morning, and I have just downloaded the new Mudcat CD, "Hotstuff." The first song hits me in the face like a wet kiss from a slightly drunk lover; I mean I have lived this song, standing in front of Mudcat, and his band, night after weekend night at The Northside Tavern in Atlanta, Ga. It is as if I can see Mudcat a smiling, and a singing right here from my desk. That is how real the cd is, how great a job it has done of capturing the legendary bluesman live.
I met Danny Dudek around 1985 in a place called Kool Korner in Midtown, Atlanta, Georgia. Dok Lazlo had called, and asked me if I wanted to meet Angela Bowie. With no money in my coat, I headed over to the restaurant, where Ms. Bowie cooked breakfast for Dok, and I. It was kind of a surreal experience, but another neat thing that I got out of it was that I got to meet the dishwasher, a friendly, smiling fellow who seemed to be very happy to be alive, even though he was washing dishes. This fellow was Danny Dudek, aka Mudcat.
Mudcat has never let me down, and he has, from what I have heard, never let anyone around him down. On stage, and off, you can depend on Danny Dudek. On stage, or seated on the floor of a place without a stage, Mudcat can be counted on to give an energetic, thorougly entertaining performance.
Mudcat puts his heart and soul into each, and every, song that he sings, whether he is playing to a packed house, or is just singing to a few folks in the room, before the place gets packed. Offstage, though the man has achieved an international reputation, Mudcat is down to earth; no attitude, no bullshit; he is still the happy go lucky, wide-smiling guy that I met at Kool Korner so many years ago, when fame was just a glint in his eye.
Mudcat dropped out of The National Shakespeare Conservatory giving up an ambition to be an actor for a dream of being a musician, and he started playing on the streets of New York City. One day, as he was playing his guitar, and singing, for a group of people, one of New York's finest came up and told him to, "Put that guitar down."
Mudcat put the guitar down, but kept on singing to the people.
After he arrived in Atlanta, Mudcat continued to singing on the sidewalk to the people. He was joined for a number of years by by Evan Lee Frayer, and David "Snave" Evans. The trio was a regular fixture on the streets of Atlanta.
"We would quit a job to play on the streets at certain events," relates Mudcat, pointing to The Piedmont Park Arts Festival as being one of those events.
The trio would make tapes, and put them out in front of themselves with a sign that said, "Free with a five dollar donation." The rule at The Festival was that street performers could not sell anything.
Each of these men has continued on musically, Mudcat with his band, and often playing solo, Snave with his band Snave and The Grass, and Evan with his band. Out of their one musical union, three great bands have emerged.
Because it says it as well as I could I am going to let you read part of the recent Mudcat email, that those who sign up to be on his list receive:
Saturday, January 29th we release the newest Mudcat CD HotStuff, a collection of fifteen songs culled from the Mudcat catalog recorded between 1994 and 2009. HotStuff is named after my organic XXX hot sauce/marinade, and the recordings and flavors are equally adept at setting your senses ablaze!
To celebrate this release, Mudcat and band, including chanteuse Lori Beth Edgeman and longtime Mudcat/B.B. King trombonist Joe Burton, will be performing tunes from the CD, as well as other old favorites and new material, one night only at Northside Tavern, 1058 Howell Mill Rd, Atlanta, GA. Music begins at 10PM; $10 cover; 21 and over. Club info: http://www.northsidetavern.com.
This is a night that you do not want to miss. The songs on the "HotStuff," cd are amazing, capturing the essence of Mudcat. The night will be amazing because Mudcat, and his band are amazing.
Ringo Starr once sang, "You got to pay your dues, if you want to sing the blues," and Mudcat has payed his dues, and you can reap the benefits of such by being in the audience, this Saturday, and by buying a "HotStuff," cd and some hotsauce/maranade made by Mudcat.
There is a Revolution happening in music, and Mudcat is leading the charge.
Check out Mudcat's website: http://www.mudcatblues.com/
And join him on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Mudcat/52250770635
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Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Sunday, January 23, 2011
35YES “I usually take a two hour nap from one to four”
--Yogi Berra
“No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap.”
--Carrie P. Snow
“Set aside half an hour every day to do all your worrying; then take a nap during this period.”--Source Unknown
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I reached a point in my life where I was tired all the time. I would sleep from 8 to 12 hours, wake up, take the kids to school, come back home and sleep until it was time to pick the kids up from school, and then I would sleep until it was time to go to work; and no matter how much I slept I was always exhausted. I also snored a lot, and I snored very loudly, and very deeply. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to see my gal sneaking out of the bedroom, holding her pillow.
"Waaaaaaaaaaah," I said, "Where are you going?"
"You snore too loudly," she said. "I can't get any sleep."
The next morning, over toast, my gal told me that she thought that I might have Sleep Apnea. I had never heard of Sleep Apnea, but I was very tired of being very tired all the time, so I called a Sleep Doctor, and made an appointment.
After consulting with The Doctor, he sent me to a sleep lab, where I spent the night, my head hooked to a multitude of wires. The result was that I did indeed have Sleep Apnea.
From that point on, over a decade ago, I have slept with what is known as a CPAP machine. I wear a mask over my nose that shoots air down my nostrils keeping my breathing passage open. Besides being a bother to the woman, or man, that you love, Sleep Apnea is also very dangerous; it can kill you.
My CPAP machine has made an incredible difference in my life. These days, I am well rested, and don't snore like a volcano about to erupt. God Bless America.
You can read more about Sleep Apnea at this Wikipedia link, and by Googling it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_apnea
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Dude is visiting, and I hear a skirmish between my cat Kobain, and Dude. Dude is half rotweiller, the large half, but Kobain is hissing at him like he don't care what breed Dude is part of, or how big he is.
Usually, Dude is the guilty one, in these little fights that the two have; he follows the cats about the abode like they are long lost friends. Kobain wants no part of Dude's friendship, but, right at this moment, he wants part of Dude's breakfast, and I have sanctioned Kobain's raid on Dude's meal, unwittingly, calling Dude to task because the cat is hissing at him.
Kobain has his fill of Dude's food, and walks off. Dude follows him; he seems slow to learn that the cat wants no part of him. As the two walk off, my other cat, Jaggar, strolls up to Dude's bowl, and starts eating. Dude comes back to his bowl, and Jaggar starts hissing at him. It is not until Jaggar has left that Dude can start to eat his breakfast. And here, all along, I thought that it was the dog picking on the cats that was the problem when Dude visits.
I was up at 7:30 a.m., this morning, to find that Bundy had knocked out all the electrical cords, in one outlet, so I had no internet, and couldn't figure out why, for a minute. Bundy likes to sleep on the cords; poor dog, maybe I should buy him a bed.
Some guy, on the internet, read what I wrote about buying Bundy a bed, and left what I interpreted as a sarcastic comment, of sorts; he said, "All good dogs deserve a bed."
You raise your dogs, pal, and I'll raise mine. A funny thing happened though, as I was walking home from Yoga, last night: my neighbor, Lisa, was out on her porch, and I hollered hello at her from the sidewalk. She hollered to come in for a minute, and said that Jackson, their loaner dog, had gone back to the farm that he came from to breed other dogs, and did I want his bed for my dogs?
Bundy has a bed, now, and is sleeping on it this very minute. Things mostly work out the way that they are supposed to, if you let them. I give praise to my Higher Power who has kept me sober for 19 years on February 5. It is truly a gift to be alive. I have to take the dogs out now. Have a great day.
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On my bulletin board I have a picture of a friend who got shot in the jaw, and lived; and I have a picture of a friend who did drugs,one night, as he often did, and died. I have pictures of my kids on the bulletin board, and I have a picture of my grand kid. Each one of the pictures serves to remind me of how beautiful life is.
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Someone stole my wooden giraffe, off of The Love Porch, and they left the head to my cookie jar pig sitting next to the pig's body, which means that they opened the pig up hoping that there would be something of value in there. There wasn't. And there was no money left on the grocery store gift card that they took, either; I had used the card to scrape snow, and ice, off of my neighbors car.
Do they really think that I am stupid enough to leave cards with value out on the porch?
The porch has not been violated, before, in the 2 1/2 years that I have lived here; but I was warned by The Landlord, when I moved in, not to keep anything of value on the porch, that homeless crack heads sometimes wandered the neighborhood.
What the hell does a homeless crack head want with a wooden giraffe?
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Atlanta painter, and blues/rock artist Clark Vreeland turned 60 on Saturday, January 29. This is no small feat; Vreeland lived the hard style rock and roll life for much of his life, consuming enough drugs, and alcohol to have certainly put him under at a young age, but Vreeland is a survivor, and he gathered with friends, and fans, to celebrate his 60th at The Railroad Earth Recording Studio, where Vreeland has done much production work over the years. Every Picture tells a story, don't it?
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K Poems
My kitchen is not as nice as your kitchen
but when we get to Heaven, or Hell,
our kitchens won't matter.
--K
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I love the crispness of the air in winter
it seems clearer to me somehow.
It seems easier to breath
outside
inside
the heater nearly suffocates me
steals most of what I have from my wallet.
--K
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Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
to The Mikle K Tip Jar at: www.mikelk.com
You can buy an E copy of one of my four memoirs, "The Delivery Guy," "Did You Write the Book of Love," "Baking Banana Bread from Scratch," or, the one that I just finished, “I’m Glad To Be Alive,” by putting $10, more, in The Mikel K Tip Jar.
I can send you a chapter of each book, or of whichever book you like, to help you make up your mind. Thank you, in advance, for your purchase. You can also buy a paperback copy of, The Delivery Guy,” and one of my poetry books, by going to http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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Free Spay for your pet if you live in Dekalb County:
http://decatur.patch.com/articles/love-your-pet-get-your-dekalb-pet-spayed-or-neutered-free-in-february?ncid=wsc-patch-readfullarticle
--Yogi Berra
“No day is so bad it can't be fixed with a nap.”
--Carrie P. Snow
“Set aside half an hour every day to do all your worrying; then take a nap during this period.”--Source Unknown
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I reached a point in my life where I was tired all the time. I would sleep from 8 to 12 hours, wake up, take the kids to school, come back home and sleep until it was time to pick the kids up from school, and then I would sleep until it was time to go to work; and no matter how much I slept I was always exhausted. I also snored a lot, and I snored very loudly, and very deeply. One night, I woke up in the middle of the night to see my gal sneaking out of the bedroom, holding her pillow.
"Waaaaaaaaaaah," I said, "Where are you going?"
"You snore too loudly," she said. "I can't get any sleep."
The next morning, over toast, my gal told me that she thought that I might have Sleep Apnea. I had never heard of Sleep Apnea, but I was very tired of being very tired all the time, so I called a Sleep Doctor, and made an appointment.
After consulting with The Doctor, he sent me to a sleep lab, where I spent the night, my head hooked to a multitude of wires. The result was that I did indeed have Sleep Apnea.
From that point on, over a decade ago, I have slept with what is known as a CPAP machine. I wear a mask over my nose that shoots air down my nostrils keeping my breathing passage open. Besides being a bother to the woman, or man, that you love, Sleep Apnea is also very dangerous; it can kill you.
My CPAP machine has made an incredible difference in my life. These days, I am well rested, and don't snore like a volcano about to erupt. God Bless America.
You can read more about Sleep Apnea at this Wikipedia link, and by Googling it.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Sleep_apnea
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Dude is visiting, and I hear a skirmish between my cat Kobain, and Dude. Dude is half rotweiller, the large half, but Kobain is hissing at him like he don't care what breed Dude is part of, or how big he is.
Usually, Dude is the guilty one, in these little fights that the two have; he follows the cats about the abode like they are long lost friends. Kobain wants no part of Dude's friendship, but, right at this moment, he wants part of Dude's breakfast, and I have sanctioned Kobain's raid on Dude's meal, unwittingly, calling Dude to task because the cat is hissing at him.
Kobain has his fill of Dude's food, and walks off. Dude follows him; he seems slow to learn that the cat wants no part of him. As the two walk off, my other cat, Jaggar, strolls up to Dude's bowl, and starts eating. Dude comes back to his bowl, and Jaggar starts hissing at him. It is not until Jaggar has left that Dude can start to eat his breakfast. And here, all along, I thought that it was the dog picking on the cats that was the problem when Dude visits.
I was up at 7:30 a.m., this morning, to find that Bundy had knocked out all the electrical cords, in one outlet, so I had no internet, and couldn't figure out why, for a minute. Bundy likes to sleep on the cords; poor dog, maybe I should buy him a bed.
Some guy, on the internet, read what I wrote about buying Bundy a bed, and left what I interpreted as a sarcastic comment, of sorts; he said, "All good dogs deserve a bed."
You raise your dogs, pal, and I'll raise mine. A funny thing happened though, as I was walking home from Yoga, last night: my neighbor, Lisa, was out on her porch, and I hollered hello at her from the sidewalk. She hollered to come in for a minute, and said that Jackson, their loaner dog, had gone back to the farm that he came from to breed other dogs, and did I want his bed for my dogs?
Bundy has a bed, now, and is sleeping on it this very minute. Things mostly work out the way that they are supposed to, if you let them. I give praise to my Higher Power who has kept me sober for 19 years on February 5. It is truly a gift to be alive. I have to take the dogs out now. Have a great day.
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On my bulletin board I have a picture of a friend who got shot in the jaw, and lived; and I have a picture of a friend who did drugs,one night, as he often did, and died. I have pictures of my kids on the bulletin board, and I have a picture of my grand kid. Each one of the pictures serves to remind me of how beautiful life is.
-------------------------------------
Someone stole my wooden giraffe, off of The Love Porch, and they left the head to my cookie jar pig sitting next to the pig's body, which means that they opened the pig up hoping that there would be something of value in there. There wasn't. And there was no money left on the grocery store gift card that they took, either; I had used the card to scrape snow, and ice, off of my neighbors car.
Do they really think that I am stupid enough to leave cards with value out on the porch?
The porch has not been violated, before, in the 2 1/2 years that I have lived here; but I was warned by The Landlord, when I moved in, not to keep anything of value on the porch, that homeless crack heads sometimes wandered the neighborhood.
What the hell does a homeless crack head want with a wooden giraffe?
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Atlanta painter, and blues/rock artist Clark Vreeland turned 60 on Saturday, January 29. This is no small feat; Vreeland lived the hard style rock and roll life for much of his life, consuming enough drugs, and alcohol to have certainly put him under at a young age, but Vreeland is a survivor, and he gathered with friends, and fans, to celebrate his 60th at The Railroad Earth Recording Studio, where Vreeland has done much production work over the years. Every Picture tells a story, don't it?
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K Poems
My kitchen is not as nice as your kitchen
but when we get to Heaven, or Hell,
our kitchens won't matter.
--K
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I love the crispness of the air in winter
it seems clearer to me somehow.
It seems easier to breath
outside
inside
the heater nearly suffocates me
steals most of what I have from my wallet.
--K
----------------------------------------
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
to The Mikle K Tip Jar at: www.mikelk.com
You can buy an E copy of one of my four memoirs, "The Delivery Guy," "Did You Write the Book of Love," "Baking Banana Bread from Scratch," or, the one that I just finished, “I’m Glad To Be Alive,” by putting $10, more, in The Mikel K Tip Jar.
I can send you a chapter of each book, or of whichever book you like, to help you make up your mind. Thank you, in advance, for your purchase. You can also buy a paperback copy of, The Delivery Guy,” and one of my poetry books, by going to http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
----------------------------------------
Free Spay for your pet if you live in Dekalb County:
http://decatur.patch.com/articles/love-your-pet-get-your-dekalb-pet-spayed-or-neutered-free-in-february?ncid=wsc-patch-readfullarticle
Friday, January 21, 2011
37YES
"The Doctor said that I was going to live. Well, he didn't say that, but he didn't indicate that I was going to die."--Mikel K
"The world we have created is a product of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking."--Albert Einstein
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful commited citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever does."--Margaret Meade
Changing the world could mean looking out for one another more than we currently do. One way of looking out for others, that is really easy to do, is to give blood.
I was walking the dogs, awhile ago, and I remembered hearing something about the blood supply being low, due to the recent storm. The Red Cross offices are located near my house; there is no reason for me not to go down there, and get pricked. I am no longer scared of needles,like I used to be for so many years. I am going to give blood, sometime this week,and I will, soon, bring back a report for you of the whole experience.
http://eastgeorgia.redcross.org/blood_services.htm
I love peanut butter on toast. I had two pieces of bread left; one I put in the toaster, and the other I thought about breaking in half, and throwing to the dogs, who were gathered near, expecting something to be thrown to them. I didn't give the bread to the dogs, though; I saved it for myself, and I soon ate it, also, because the first piece of toast with peanut butter on it tasted so good. The dogs can't always get what they want.
I love the dating adds on Face Book. There seems to be a dating service for every social, and economic, group among us. One ad recently asked, "Do you want to date beautiful women that are looking for successful men? Join Meeting Millionaires today. Hey, I'm going to join this one, right away. I am successful. Broke, but successful.
Yoga class, tonight, was challenging, and interesting. I almost did a full back bend for the first time in my life. I am amazed how Yoga is teaching me to do things that I could never do before, how to do things that I thought were impossible for me to do. I give thanks to my teacher, and to all her teachers, and to all the teachers who taught the teachers who taught the teachers all the way down the line to the beginning of it.
I just had the last of this batch of chili for lunch. I can't wait until I make the next batch. I am a home made chili addict. The dogs want to walk. Whoever said that you were your dogs' master? I am their humble servant.
My cAT, Kobain, is puking up hairballs in the hallway, while, after their walk, my dogs, Morisson and Bundy make loud noises chewing their hard dog food. It is a bit rainy out; I'm wondering what kind of a day we are in for, weather wise, but I am not driven enough to search out a weather report.
I was all happy because my daughter, Scout, called and wanted me to bring her a home made lunch; I have learned to grab onto these small moments of seeing her, being the busy teenager that she is. Do you know what she said to me, when I handed her the lunch? She said, "I have to hurry; I'm late for class!!" They grow up so faaaaaaaaaast!
I was wide awake at 4:14 a.m., this morning,so I went with it, and got up, and I have been writing. This time of the day really is pure for writing. There are so few distractions, because the world is still asleep. Bundy has figured out that the new bed is his. He loves it. I love Bundy, in spite of himself. I m trying to get a pic of him on it, but every time I stand, he comes running to me
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Leave your shoes at the door
Leave your shoes at the door,
to keep germs out, was a suggestion,
that I read, tonight, on the internet.
What if you have more than one pair?
What if you have a hundred or so pairs;
should you build an outdoor patio for your shoes?
Jan. 2007
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Probably not, but
What if the devil
was god, and god
was the devil,
and what if everything
that they ever taught
you was a lie?
Dec. 2007
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The Unemployment Office is schizophrenic; they sent me 2 letters saying that my unemployment would be extended to State Benefits, & yesterday, I got one that said that I was being cut off. Since it is such short notice, I will probably have to let my internet, & cell phone go, in the short run, until I find a job. Anyone who can help me with some Tip Jar money for the electric bill, & food would be most appreciated.
K Tip Jar: www.mikelk.com
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You can buy a copy of my memoir, The Delivery Guy,” and one of my poetry books, by going to http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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"The Doctor said that I was going to live. Well, he didn't say that, but he didn't indicate that I was going to die."--Mikel K
"The world we have created is a product of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking."--Albert Einstein
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful commited citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever does."--Margaret Meade
Changing the world could mean looking out for one another more than we currently do. One way of looking out for others, that is really easy to do, is to give blood.
I was walking the dogs, awhile ago, and I remembered hearing something about the blood supply being low, due to the recent storm. The Red Cross offices are located near my house; there is no reason for me not to go down there, and get pricked. I am no longer scared of needles,like I used to be for so many years. I am going to give blood, sometime this week,and I will, soon, bring back a report for you of the whole experience.
http://eastgeorgia.redcross.org/blood_services.htm
I love peanut butter on toast. I had two pieces of bread left; one I put in the toaster, and the other I thought about breaking in half, and throwing to the dogs, who were gathered near, expecting something to be thrown to them. I didn't give the bread to the dogs, though; I saved it for myself, and I soon ate it, also, because the first piece of toast with peanut butter on it tasted so good. The dogs can't always get what they want.
I love the dating adds on Face Book. There seems to be a dating service for every social, and economic, group among us. One ad recently asked, "Do you want to date beautiful women that are looking for successful men? Join Meeting Millionaires today. Hey, I'm going to join this one, right away. I am successful. Broke, but successful.
Yoga class, tonight, was challenging, and interesting. I almost did a full back bend for the first time in my life. I am amazed how Yoga is teaching me to do things that I could never do before, how to do things that I thought were impossible for me to do. I give thanks to my teacher, and to all her teachers, and to all the teachers who taught the teachers who taught the teachers all the way down the line to the beginning of it.
I just had the last of this batch of chili for lunch. I can't wait until I make the next batch. I am a home made chili addict. The dogs want to walk. Whoever said that you were your dogs' master? I am their humble servant.
My cAT, Kobain, is puking up hairballs in the hallway, while, after their walk, my dogs, Morisson and Bundy make loud noises chewing their hard dog food. It is a bit rainy out; I'm wondering what kind of a day we are in for, weather wise, but I am not driven enough to search out a weather report.
I was all happy because my daughter, Scout, called and wanted me to bring her a home made lunch; I have learned to grab onto these small moments of seeing her, being the busy teenager that she is. Do you know what she said to me, when I handed her the lunch? She said, "I have to hurry; I'm late for class!!" They grow up so faaaaaaaaaast!
I was wide awake at 4:14 a.m., this morning,so I went with it, and got up, and I have been writing. This time of the day really is pure for writing. There are so few distractions, because the world is still asleep. Bundy has figured out that the new bed is his. He loves it. I love Bundy, in spite of himself. I m trying to get a pic of him on it, but every time I stand, he comes running to me
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Leave your shoes at the door
Leave your shoes at the door,
to keep germs out, was a suggestion,
that I read, tonight, on the internet.
What if you have more than one pair?
What if you have a hundred or so pairs;
should you build an outdoor patio for your shoes?
Jan. 2007
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Probably not, but
What if the devil
was god, and god
was the devil,
and what if everything
that they ever taught
you was a lie?
Dec. 2007
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The Unemployment Office is schizophrenic; they sent me 2 letters saying that my unemployment would be extended to State Benefits, & yesterday, I got one that said that I was being cut off. Since it is such short notice, I will probably have to let my internet, & cell phone go, in the short run, until I find a job. Anyone who can help me with some Tip Jar money for the electric bill, & food would be most appreciated.
K Tip Jar: www.mikelk.com
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You can buy a copy of my memoir, The Delivery Guy,” and one of my poetry books, by going to http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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38NO Death by food: no no no!
"If you've never run aground, you've never been anywhere!"--Source Unknown
"Do not lie, steal, or cheat; but if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love; if you must steal, steal away from bad company; and if you must cheat, cheat death." -Source Unknown
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything He has learned in school."
--Albert Einstein
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My dog, Bundy, is a barker. He barks when people walk by our house; he barks when people walking their dogs walk past our place. He barks when I am getting ready to take him outside for a walk. He barks at the porch door, waiting for me to open the door, so that he can go for a walk, and h barks at our front door, waiting for me to let him back in the house. His barking irritates me. My other dog, Morisson, very rarely barks. I would like to train Bundy to be less of a barker. The article below was of great help to me. I have started saying, "NO" to Bundy when he starts to bark, and he is barking far less in all of the above situations because of my firmmess with him. Knowledge is the key to most anything, and I am always glad to learn something that will help me live more peacefully with my pets:
A No-Barking Bark Training Checklist:
Every time your dog barks inappropriately, go to him and shout "no." Then, an instant later, either spritz him lightly in the face with the watery mist of a clean spray bottle, or, give him a token, two-fingered smack on the nose. If you choose to smack your dog, keep in mind that your goal is not to inflict pain or injury on the animal. You are just trying to ensure that his every bark is followed immediately by a consequence that he finds unnerving and unpleasant. So be careful not to use too much force, and be especially careful dispensing punishment to puppies, who are extra fragile. The rule then is: Don't hurt the dog. Just make sure that after each and every bark, he suffers an unpleasant, unnerving consequence that is just harsh enough to cause him to want to avoid experiencing it again in the future.
http://www.barkingdogs.net
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I am diabetic, and overweight. I have lost nearly 20 pounds, recently, by measuring my food, putting realistic portions on my plate, and exercising. Recently, I have not been measuring my food, and I am figuring that when I go see my dietitian, next week, that I will have gained back some of those precious pounds that I lost. Diet is a matter of life, and death for me, as a diabetic; my weight can kill me. I found the below article interesting, and invigorating. We should all eat healthy:
"Some pseudograins like quinoa, amaranth, millet, and buckwheat are much better for human consumption but other than that I would pass on the bread and pasta if I were you."
"If you want to eat eggs, then make sure to eat the WHOLE egg – the way it is was meant to be eaten. When the yolk and white are eaten together,its nutrients are better absorbed because all the nutrients are working synergistically."
http://boldspicynews.com/2011/02/02/4-%E2%80%9Chealthy%E2%80%9D-foods-you-should-avoid/
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K Poems (These poems are from Mikel K's forthcoming book of poetry, "Someday I will start The Revolution):
We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from Corporate America,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.
Amen.
--------------------------------------------
Someday I Will Start The Revolution
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.
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Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job.
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New Escape Verocity Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN7MYK2jAE0&feature=player_embedded#
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Buy a copy of Mikel K's memoir, "The Delivery Guy."
"I found the book, "The Delivery Guy," by Mikel K to be a refreshing and sometimes uncomfortably honest look into the life of a modern writer struggling to come to terms with a pre-fabricated and often superficial, turn of the century, American society. The battle is dynamic and comes to an uplifting spiritually evolved conclusion. I found it a fascinating read!!!"--James Lewis
"THE DELIVERY GUY," is Mikel K's popular underground memoir about that period of his life where he went from an LSD soaked, alcohol laden music writer poet rock star wanna be to a sober father sitting in the Little League bleachers watching his son grow up as he ran the bases. This book will make you laugh. It will make you cry, and then it will make you laugh, again.
"Baking
"Did you write the book of love," is 124 pages of happiness, a look at sober K, living with his two cats, two dogs, and two turtles, struggling as a writer, but with a big wide smile on his face as he kicks out the poems, and memoir entries.
Click here to buy, "The Delivery Guy:" http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
-------------------------
TIP JAR THANK YOU LETTER
Thank you so very much for putting money
in my Tip Jar. I can not tell you how much
that it helps me out.
www.mikelk.com
"If you've never run aground, you've never been anywhere!"--Source Unknown
"Do not lie, steal, or cheat; but if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love; if you must steal, steal away from bad company; and if you must cheat, cheat death." -Source Unknown
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything He has learned in school."
--Albert Einstein
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My dog, Bundy, is a barker. He barks when people walk by our house; he barks when people walking their dogs walk past our place. He barks when I am getting ready to take him outside for a walk. He barks at the porch door, waiting for me to open the door, so that he can go for a walk, and h barks at our front door, waiting for me to let him back in the house. His barking irritates me. My other dog, Morisson, very rarely barks. I would like to train Bundy to be less of a barker. The article below was of great help to me. I have started saying, "NO" to Bundy when he starts to bark, and he is barking far less in all of the above situations because of my firmmess with him. Knowledge is the key to most anything, and I am always glad to learn something that will help me live more peacefully with my pets:
A No-Barking Bark Training Checklist:
Every time your dog barks inappropriately, go to him and shout "no." Then, an instant later, either spritz him lightly in the face with the watery mist of a clean spray bottle, or, give him a token, two-fingered smack on the nose. If you choose to smack your dog, keep in mind that your goal is not to inflict pain or injury on the animal. You are just trying to ensure that his every bark is followed immediately by a consequence that he finds unnerving and unpleasant. So be careful not to use too much force, and be especially careful dispensing punishment to puppies, who are extra fragile. The rule then is: Don't hurt the dog. Just make sure that after each and every bark, he suffers an unpleasant, unnerving consequence that is just harsh enough to cause him to want to avoid experiencing it again in the future.
http://www.barkingdogs.net
-----------------------------
I am diabetic, and overweight. I have lost nearly 20 pounds, recently, by measuring my food, putting realistic portions on my plate, and exercising. Recently, I have not been measuring my food, and I am figuring that when I go see my dietitian, next week, that I will have gained back some of those precious pounds that I lost. Diet is a matter of life, and death for me, as a diabetic; my weight can kill me. I found the below article interesting, and invigorating. We should all eat healthy:
"Some pseudograins like quinoa, amaranth, millet, and buckwheat are much better for human consumption but other than that I would pass on the bread and pasta if I were you."
"If you want to eat eggs, then make sure to eat the WHOLE egg – the way it is was meant to be eaten. When the yolk and white are eaten together,its nutrients are better absorbed because all the nutrients are working synergistically."
http://boldspicynews.com/2011/02/02/4-%E2%80%9Chealthy%E2%80%9D-foods-you-should-avoid/
-----------------------------
K Poems (These poems are from Mikel K's forthcoming book of poetry, "Someday I will start The Revolution):
We Are The Children
We are the children of the sun
and the stars.
We are the children of the hippies,
who were strung out on peace and love,
and heroin when they conceived us.
We are the children of alcoholics,
conceived in blackouts.
We are the children of the punk rockers,
screwed into this world on beer and anger.
We are the children of the poor,
raised on welfare and food stamps,
and government housing.
We are the children of the middle class,
borrowing from the government to get a college degree,
to get a job with a pension from Corporate America,
who has already fired our fathers and mothers,
before they could retire.
We are the children of the rich,
who, like our fathers and mothers before us,
care only about obtaining more wealth.
We are the children of the doctors, dentists,
and lawyers, who care more about their Porsches
and Mercedes than they do their patients.
We are the children of the American dream,
roaming the streets with a blanket,
and a garbage bag full of aluminum cans.
We are the children, who now have the children,
and we hope they won't learn racism from us,
like we learned it from our moms and dads.
We are the children who can change the inevitable,
alter our destiny, change the future from futile to
fruitful.
Amen.
--------------------------------------------
Someday I Will Start The Revolution
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but, this morning, I had to bring cleats,
and a baseball uniform to my son.
Someday, I will start the revolution
but, for right now, there is cereal to buy,
and Nintendo games to rent.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my son's sneakers are worn,
and he needs new clothes for the spring.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but my daughter needs a new dress,
and I've got to come up with the money
for her next guitar lesson.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got those student loans to pay back,
and these credit cards to pay down.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I've got this new apartment,
and the cable hasn't even been put in.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but right now I am late for work.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I need new tires for my car.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but I may want to get a Masters in poetry,
or creative writing, first.
Someday, I will start the revolution,
but this woman just walked by,
and, man she looks good.
Someday, I will start the revolution.
--------------------------------------
Look At The Bums
Look at the bums,
here another one comes;
last week, maybe he had
a job in a factory,
but they downsized.
CEO got a bonus
for thinking that way;
everybody, especially
the stockholders, thinks
that he s a great man
eats off a ten thousand dollar plate
at the White House,
shakes the right hands.
Here comes a bum,
got a tear in his eye,
I immediately criticize,
say that he is a crack addict
who will want a quarter
from me.
He asks for money for food.
Why don t you get a job?
Why don t you get a job,
like me?
See,
you and me
we're living in the land
of opportunity.
Oh no,
I just lost my job.
-----------------------------------
New Escape Verocity Song:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wN7MYK2jAE0&feature=player_embedded#
------------------------------------
Buy a copy of Mikel K's memoir, "The Delivery Guy."
"I found the book, "The Delivery Guy," by Mikel K to be a refreshing and sometimes uncomfortably honest look into the life of a modern writer struggling to come to terms with a pre-fabricated and often superficial, turn of the century, American society. The battle is dynamic and comes to an uplifting spiritually evolved conclusion. I found it a fascinating read!!!"--James Lewis
"THE DELIVERY GUY," is Mikel K's popular underground memoir about that period of his life where he went from an LSD soaked, alcohol laden music writer poet rock star wanna be to a sober father sitting in the Little League bleachers watching his son grow up as he ran the bases. This book will make you laugh. It will make you cry, and then it will make you laugh, again.
"Baking
"Did you write the book of love," is 124 pages of happiness, a look at sober K, living with his two cats, two dogs, and two turtles, struggling as a writer, but with a big wide smile on his face as he kicks out the poems, and memoir entries.
Click here to buy, "The Delivery Guy:" http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
-------------------------
TIP JAR THANK YOU LETTER
Thank you so very much for putting money
in my Tip Jar. I can not tell you how much
that it helps me out.
www.mikelk.com
QUOTES
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything He has learned in school." - Albert Einstein
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." - Thomas Edison
"If the world didn't suck we would all fall off." -quoted from the movie, "Shackles"
"Do not lie, steal, or cheat; but if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love; if you must steal, steal away from bad company; and if you must cheat, cheat death." -Unknown
"God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style; He just goes on trying other things."--Picasso
Picasso's definition of a true miracle," It is a miracle that one does not dissolve like a cube of sugar in tea, when one is taking a bath”.
"Then after God created man...He paused and said...look what I can do...that's when He created me!!!", -Elle-ism #9 from the book, "From Hell and Back" by Jane Nazrat
"Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance." - G.K. Chesterton
"The world we have created is a product of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking." - Albert Einstein
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful commited citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever does."--Margaret Meade
"Education is what remains after one has forgotten everything He has learned in school." - Albert Einstein
"Opportunity is missed by most people because it is dressed in overalls and looks like work." - Thomas Edison
"If the world didn't suck we would all fall off." -quoted from the movie, "Shackles"
"Do not lie, steal, or cheat; but if you must lie, lie in the arms of the one you love; if you must steal, steal away from bad company; and if you must cheat, cheat death." -Unknown
"God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style; He just goes on trying other things."--Picasso
Picasso's definition of a true miracle," It is a miracle that one does not dissolve like a cube of sugar in tea, when one is taking a bath”.
"Then after God created man...He paused and said...look what I can do...that's when He created me!!!", -Elle-ism #9 from the book, "From Hell and Back" by Jane Nazrat
"Impartiality is a pompous name for indifference, which is an elegant name for ignorance." - G.K. Chesterton
"The world we have created is a product of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking." - Albert Einstein
"Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful commited citizens can change the world - indeed it is the only thing that ever does."--Margaret Meade
Thursday, January 20, 2011
31 BUNDY
"God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style; he just goes on trying other things."--Picasso
"He, also, invented The Dog."--Mikel K
Is that love?
Bundy is not going to let me enjoy this coffee; the first coffee that I have bought at a coffee shop in months. Bundy is going to strain at his leash, and whine, the entire time that I sit here.
When I went inside, to get my coffee, he hollered for me, and he hollered, and hollered, like a mad person in a mental institution; he gets separation anxiety, amongst many other mental issues. He is scared that I am not coming back, when I tie him down, and walk off to do something. Morisson just sits there pleasant as a pretty spring day, oblivious to the crazy dog that he is tied up next to, the crazy dog that he lives with, the crazy dog that he has to put up with.
I love Bundy, in spite of himself, despite his extreme manic nature. He is bi-polar, I think. He needs a pill. He needs therapy, and a disability check. No one would hire him. He would have been dropped off at the pound, long ago, if he hadn't been dropped on me.
Bundy wears a muzzle, now, when he is out in public; good thing, too, today. I believe that he just tried to take a friendly bite out of the man who just walked by. Bunder is a "nipper:" that is why he wears the muzzle. He likes to give love bites.
I leave Bundy home when I am doing anything social, anything that involves other living things: human or dog. Another dog comes by, on leash, with master, and is waiting to get into a car. Bundy is moaning, and groaning. He has no manners.
Morisson,on the other hand, sits quietly, pays me great attention without making a huge fuss about it, lets people walk by without lunging at them, without squealing as if he is about to have some sort of weird orgasm.
Peace and love.
Peace and love, I must think when dealing with Bundy.
Peace and love.
It is a beautiful day; springlike in mid-January, and the dogs, and I, are in the middle of a long walk. I have stopped for coffee because I love coffee, and because I really like the coffee shop that is situated about halfway on the long walk that the dogs and I are on, today.
Bundy is a bad dog. He doesn't mean to be a bad dog; he just can't help himself. He will bite you smiling at you, while showing you affection. He will take a piece of your clothing, or a piece of your skin off of you while happily jumping up on you to say hello. Even in the muzzle, right now, Bundy is trying to take a happy bite out of the folks who are walking to and fro the coffee shop, unaware, as they are, of what a sinister beast lurks in their mists.
I figure that I look like a bum, sitting here. I haven't shaven in almost a year. I haven't cut my hair in over two years. The bomber jacket that I am wearing is close to a decade old(the older a coat gets, the close that I feel to it). Most successful men are off being successful; they are chained to three piece suits, and are wheeling and dealing; making things happen. They are not seated with their dogs, in the cold, outside a coffee shop, scribbling in a small notebook. More power to them, and more power to me. I am seated outside because of Bundy. He throws incredible tantrums if I leave him anywhere.I don't know that that is love. It is hard for me to slip into the coffee shop to get my refill. Bundy acts like he is being walked off the plank of some ship, like he is being lead to the doggie gas chamber.
I think that Bundy might deter someone who had intentions of breaking into our home. He does not react real well to strangers on our door step. Bundy just lunged at someone with what looked like real intent to maim; no camaradie, no hugging. For some reason, Bundy was out for blood, and would have had it, if not for the muzzle that he wears the minute that he leaves the house.
I will have to drink this second cup of coffee much faster than I did the first one.
Looking at the world around me, I see that it is hard for some people to smile. Who knows what,in their life, has brought them to this place of anger, and or withdrawal. I have to accept people for who they are. I look like a homeless guy, and not everybody smiles at the homeless.
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K Poems
To Show Me The Stars
There is nothing to calm the fear of a day
full of creditors who cant be satisfied,
dunning letters that can't be replied to,
except for,
a walk in the dark, to the store, for ice cream
with a dog happy to see me,
and a daughter who brings a flashlight
to show me the stars.
--Mikel K
Art Opening
Each time he rides his bike away,
he gets further down the street.
"Can I go see the twins?" he asks,
and he's off again.
"Can I knock on their door?" he asks.
I say, "no," and explain that I'll have to
leave soon, and that he won't be able to
ride his bike much longer.
He's seven and as he rides away this time,
I realize that, one day, he may be
riding away to college or to a job
and that I won't see him everyday,
and I think, well, maybe, I don't have to
get to that art opening on time.
--Mikel K
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Alms for the poor:
www.mikelk.com
"God is really only another artist. He invented the giraffe, the elephant, and the cat. He has no real style; he just goes on trying other things."--Picasso
"He, also, invented The Dog."--Mikel K
Is that love?
Bundy is not going to let me enjoy this coffee; the first coffee that I have bought at a coffee shop in months. Bundy is going to strain at his leash, and whine, the entire time that I sit here.
When I went inside, to get my coffee, he hollered for me, and he hollered, and hollered, like a mad person in a mental institution; he gets separation anxiety, amongst many other mental issues. He is scared that I am not coming back, when I tie him down, and walk off to do something. Morisson just sits there pleasant as a pretty spring day, oblivious to the crazy dog that he is tied up next to, the crazy dog that he lives with, the crazy dog that he has to put up with.
I love Bundy, in spite of himself, despite his extreme manic nature. He is bi-polar, I think. He needs a pill. He needs therapy, and a disability check. No one would hire him. He would have been dropped off at the pound, long ago, if he hadn't been dropped on me.
Bundy wears a muzzle, now, when he is out in public; good thing, too, today. I believe that he just tried to take a friendly bite out of the man who just walked by. Bunder is a "nipper:" that is why he wears the muzzle. He likes to give love bites.
I leave Bundy home when I am doing anything social, anything that involves other living things: human or dog. Another dog comes by, on leash, with master, and is waiting to get into a car. Bundy is moaning, and groaning. He has no manners.
Morisson,on the other hand, sits quietly, pays me great attention without making a huge fuss about it, lets people walk by without lunging at them, without squealing as if he is about to have some sort of weird orgasm.
Peace and love.
Peace and love, I must think when dealing with Bundy.
Peace and love.
It is a beautiful day; springlike in mid-January, and the dogs, and I, are in the middle of a long walk. I have stopped for coffee because I love coffee, and because I really like the coffee shop that is situated about halfway on the long walk that the dogs and I are on, today.
Bundy is a bad dog. He doesn't mean to be a bad dog; he just can't help himself. He will bite you smiling at you, while showing you affection. He will take a piece of your clothing, or a piece of your skin off of you while happily jumping up on you to say hello. Even in the muzzle, right now, Bundy is trying to take a happy bite out of the folks who are walking to and fro the coffee shop, unaware, as they are, of what a sinister beast lurks in their mists.
I figure that I look like a bum, sitting here. I haven't shaven in almost a year. I haven't cut my hair in over two years. The bomber jacket that I am wearing is close to a decade old(the older a coat gets, the close that I feel to it). Most successful men are off being successful; they are chained to three piece suits, and are wheeling and dealing; making things happen. They are not seated with their dogs, in the cold, outside a coffee shop, scribbling in a small notebook. More power to them, and more power to me. I am seated outside because of Bundy. He throws incredible tantrums if I leave him anywhere.I don't know that that is love. It is hard for me to slip into the coffee shop to get my refill. Bundy acts like he is being walked off the plank of some ship, like he is being lead to the doggie gas chamber.
I think that Bundy might deter someone who had intentions of breaking into our home. He does not react real well to strangers on our door step. Bundy just lunged at someone with what looked like real intent to maim; no camaradie, no hugging. For some reason, Bundy was out for blood, and would have had it, if not for the muzzle that he wears the minute that he leaves the house.
I will have to drink this second cup of coffee much faster than I did the first one.
Looking at the world around me, I see that it is hard for some people to smile. Who knows what,in their life, has brought them to this place of anger, and or withdrawal. I have to accept people for who they are. I look like a homeless guy, and not everybody smiles at the homeless.
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K Poems
To Show Me The Stars
There is nothing to calm the fear of a day
full of creditors who cant be satisfied,
dunning letters that can't be replied to,
except for,
a walk in the dark, to the store, for ice cream
with a dog happy to see me,
and a daughter who brings a flashlight
to show me the stars.
--Mikel K
Art Opening
Each time he rides his bike away,
he gets further down the street.
"Can I go see the twins?" he asks,
and he's off again.
"Can I knock on their door?" he asks.
I say, "no," and explain that I'll have to
leave soon, and that he won't be able to
ride his bike much longer.
He's seven and as he rides away this time,
I realize that, one day, he may be
riding away to college or to a job
and that I won't see him everyday,
and I think, well, maybe, I don't have to
get to that art opening on time.
--Mikel K
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Alms for the poor:
www.mikelk.com
Monday, January 17, 2011
30 The Daily K: Escape with Escape Ferocity
One minute like a raging mother, the next like a quiet lover, is what I am getting from listening to the songs that the band, Escape Ferocity, are presenting to me on its Facebook page. Escape Ferocity is a rock band from Calhoun, fronted by two girls. I did an internet interview with Kelly Green, the guitarist, and backup vocalist in the band. Below are the results. At the end of the interview are several links to videos of the band. You should check them out. Escape Ferocity is a very moving experience.
Mikel K:
I am listening to your songs now at:
http://www.facebook.com/EscapeFerocity?v=app_19935916616
Would this be a good link to post with the blurb,
for people to be able to listen to your music, or do youhave a better site?
You say you play guitar in the band; do you sing,also?
Who is the lead singer?
Who all is in band? (Names and instruments?)
Why did you form?
What is your goal?
Who writes the songs?
How often do you rehearse?
Do you play out? Where?
Why Calhoun; especially being from Bradenton??
Thanks.
K
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Kelly Green:
The link to our facebook will probably work the best. People can listen to music, find out when we're playing, and there are links to our youtube videos.
Yes, I play guitar and sing harmonies. The rest of the band is made up of Rysa Davis- lead vocalist, Matt "Simply Known As Matt"- bass, and my brother Kody Lee- drums. Rysa and I founded the band as an acoustic duo and still perform acoustically in addition to gigs with the full band, though.
Our formation was kind of an accident, actually. My dad's been a traveling musician my whole life so music as always been something I've seen and wanted to do. I've played the guitar since I was 6 but never sang until Rysa started performing at the restaurant my family owned.
Seeing another girl with a guitar, not afraid to sing stuff she'd written inspired me to prove to myself that I could do the same. Rysa had been a singer/songwriter playing solo gigs for about a year when she decided she wanted to find a guitar player to take her writing to the next level. She jammed with a few people but nothing ever stuck. Then one day she and I were having a birthday party for her brother at my house and I just picked up my guitar and started playing music I had been working on.
I asked if she could come up with words for it and 20 minutes later, we had a song we still love today (To A Friend, Love A Friend). We jokingly mentioned starting a band but after we jammed again and wrote another song we loved, we knew we'd found something real. That was in November of 2009 and it wasn't until May of 2010 when we booked our first big gig where a rythym section was necessary.
On a whim, we decided to try out the songs we'd written so far with my brother and his best friend that he'd been playing with for a while and the connection was cosmic. It was obvious they understood our sound and even added to it, so it only made sense that they become permanent members.
Our goal is to create art that makes people think. Ask questions. Imagine. We feel we have a message that needs to be heard and we're constantly working towards finding the best possible medium for it to reach people. Also, we're honestly just saddened by what music, today, has become. We feel that substance can't be found in the shit on the radio, today. There's no soul in music anymore. We just want to bring passion for art back. Escape Ferocity is about getting away from anything negative and running towards your dream- whatever you want your life to be- and making it real. We hope by taking this to heart with our lives we can be an example to others. Proof that it works.
The vast majority of our songs are a completely collaborative effort between Rysa and I. Most often, I'll write the music and she'll provide the lyrics and melody. It really just depends, though. Sometimes she'll write a song alone, sometimes I will, sometimes she hears music and I have words. After we have a song pretty polished, or at least close to it, we play it for Matt and Kody and they write their parts. Sometimes we'll have some sort of idea of what we want to hear but most often they just wing it and it's perfect. It can change the sound of a song completely.
We hate this question, for the record. Haha. We definitely don't get to rehearse as often as we'd like. Lately, gigs feel like practice and they happen more often. As soon as things like work, school, and rehab stop interfering with our time we're going to get much better about this.
We've played a lot around Atlanta as well as in-town stuff. Our first big gig was at Granite Mountain Harley in Conyers, GA and since then we've played Lenny's, The Shelter, The 5 Spot, Elevations, Cuppy's, Lake Lanier, The Masquerade, The Northside Tavern, and Nik's Place which are all in the Atlanta area. Then there were local gigs at Primetime Billiards,The Calhoun Cigar Co., The Dawg Pound, After Hours Billiards, Moto Mountain, Calhoun's BB&T Park, The Calhoun Auditorium, Motorcycle Bob's, Fuego Tequila Bar, and The Dalton Depot. We've also played at The Mudpie in Chattanooga and we traveled to Petoskey, Michigan in early November to open for my father's current band, Jace N Lee.
Unfortunately, Calhoun is just where we all ended up. No one in the band in from here. Matt's actually from Africa. There's nothing here except our parents and we're planning on moving to the Atlanta area in February.
Thanks for your interest! I hope the answers given work for you haha.
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Escape Ferocity Videos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFUBNL8eDlE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4tm3-_0Jww
*******************************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, here at The Daily k
with a donation of $10, $20, $35 or whatever
you can afford. Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
One minute like a raging mother, the next like a quiet lover, is what I am getting from listening to the songs that the band, Escape Ferocity, are presenting to me on its Facebook page. Escape Ferocity is a rock band from Calhoun, fronted by two girls. I did an internet interview with Kelly Green, the guitarist, and backup vocalist in the band. Below are the results. At the end of the interview are several links to videos of the band. You should check them out. Escape Ferocity is a very moving experience.
Mikel K:
I am listening to your songs now at:
http://www.facebook.com/EscapeFerocity?v=app_19935916616
Would this be a good link to post with the blurb,
for people to be able to listen to your music, or do youhave a better site?
You say you play guitar in the band; do you sing,also?
Who is the lead singer?
Who all is in band? (Names and instruments?)
Why did you form?
What is your goal?
Who writes the songs?
How often do you rehearse?
Do you play out? Where?
Why Calhoun; especially being from Bradenton??
Thanks.
K
***********************************
Kelly Green:
The link to our facebook will probably work the best. People can listen to music, find out when we're playing, and there are links to our youtube videos.
Yes, I play guitar and sing harmonies. The rest of the band is made up of Rysa Davis- lead vocalist, Matt "Simply Known As Matt"- bass, and my brother Kody Lee- drums. Rysa and I founded the band as an acoustic duo and still perform acoustically in addition to gigs with the full band, though.
Our formation was kind of an accident, actually. My dad's been a traveling musician my whole life so music as always been something I've seen and wanted to do. I've played the guitar since I was 6 but never sang until Rysa started performing at the restaurant my family owned.
Seeing another girl with a guitar, not afraid to sing stuff she'd written inspired me to prove to myself that I could do the same. Rysa had been a singer/songwriter playing solo gigs for about a year when she decided she wanted to find a guitar player to take her writing to the next level. She jammed with a few people but nothing ever stuck. Then one day she and I were having a birthday party for her brother at my house and I just picked up my guitar and started playing music I had been working on.
I asked if she could come up with words for it and 20 minutes later, we had a song we still love today (To A Friend, Love A Friend). We jokingly mentioned starting a band but after we jammed again and wrote another song we loved, we knew we'd found something real. That was in November of 2009 and it wasn't until May of 2010 when we booked our first big gig where a rythym section was necessary.
On a whim, we decided to try out the songs we'd written so far with my brother and his best friend that he'd been playing with for a while and the connection was cosmic. It was obvious they understood our sound and even added to it, so it only made sense that they become permanent members.
Our goal is to create art that makes people think. Ask questions. Imagine. We feel we have a message that needs to be heard and we're constantly working towards finding the best possible medium for it to reach people. Also, we're honestly just saddened by what music, today, has become. We feel that substance can't be found in the shit on the radio, today. There's no soul in music anymore. We just want to bring passion for art back. Escape Ferocity is about getting away from anything negative and running towards your dream- whatever you want your life to be- and making it real. We hope by taking this to heart with our lives we can be an example to others. Proof that it works.
The vast majority of our songs are a completely collaborative effort between Rysa and I. Most often, I'll write the music and she'll provide the lyrics and melody. It really just depends, though. Sometimes she'll write a song alone, sometimes I will, sometimes she hears music and I have words. After we have a song pretty polished, or at least close to it, we play it for Matt and Kody and they write their parts. Sometimes we'll have some sort of idea of what we want to hear but most often they just wing it and it's perfect. It can change the sound of a song completely.
We hate this question, for the record. Haha. We definitely don't get to rehearse as often as we'd like. Lately, gigs feel like practice and they happen more often. As soon as things like work, school, and rehab stop interfering with our time we're going to get much better about this.
We've played a lot around Atlanta as well as in-town stuff. Our first big gig was at Granite Mountain Harley in Conyers, GA and since then we've played Lenny's, The Shelter, The 5 Spot, Elevations, Cuppy's, Lake Lanier, The Masquerade, The Northside Tavern, and Nik's Place which are all in the Atlanta area. Then there were local gigs at Primetime Billiards,The Calhoun Cigar Co., The Dawg Pound, After Hours Billiards, Moto Mountain, Calhoun's BB&T Park, The Calhoun Auditorium, Motorcycle Bob's, Fuego Tequila Bar, and The Dalton Depot. We've also played at The Mudpie in Chattanooga and we traveled to Petoskey, Michigan in early November to open for my father's current band, Jace N Lee.
Unfortunately, Calhoun is just where we all ended up. No one in the band in from here. Matt's actually from Africa. There's nothing here except our parents and we're planning on moving to the Atlanta area in February.
Thanks for your interest! I hope the answers given work for you haha.
********************************************
Escape Ferocity Videos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFUBNL8eDlE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4tm3-_0Jww
*******************************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, here at The Daily k
with a donation of $10, $20, $35 or whatever
you can afford. Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Sunday, January 16, 2011
32 The Daily K: Make Onions Not War
I worship onions. I put them in as many dishes as is feasible. I have onions in my salad, on my sandwiches, in my eggs. I buy onions almost every time that I go to the store. Onions are supposed to be good for you; I must be a very healthy fellow. My kids can't stand onions. They will turn down the greatest of foods, if they detect even a minimal onion presence. I want blood tests. As I was eating some onions, the other day, I wondered what other people thought about onions, so I decided to ask.
Mikel K Poet: What do you think about onions?
David Powell: I eat them without thinking. I know, vegetable brutality is thoughtless.
Bless the onion to my nourishment, for it is an innocent creature that has no malice toward men.
Pigpen S House: I thing they should start a union.
Amber Rohrmayer: I love em! Sweet best, red next.
Karen Siverson: Can not imagine life without onions. Or, sure would not want to.
Ditto garlic, ginger and cilantro!
Maggie Hollis-Actress: I like em raw on my hot dawgs. I like em sauteed with butter, wine, and mushrooms. On burgers with cheese and mustard!
David Snave Evans: They are the cornerstone of many a dish...sauteed, slightly carmelized...mmm.
Artist Mattier: Are we supposed to 'think' about onions...?? Oh. Yes. Good idea. Gets the mind off of banana bread!!
Mikel K Poet And war. Think onions, not war.
Ed note: Artist Mattier thinks that I write about my homemade banana bread too much.
Kathryn Weitzel: I love them baked in a crockpot on top of bratwurst Ya vol!
Maggie Hollis-Actress: To form a more perfect union: cheese and onions!
Bret Love: I have eaten BBQ alligator in N'awlins. I have raw ostrich meat in South Africa. I have eaten chocolate-covered cuttlefish in Hawaii. But I will not eat onions, ever. You will be stunned by the Zen-like patience with which I will pick them out of a dish!
Lisa Cohen: ♥ onions, yet they are currently, along w garlic, on my no-fly zone as I am working on pacifying my pitta.
Brian Rosenberger: I hate them so much they bring a tear to my eye. Onion Rings however, not so bad.
Rich Morarre: raw - nope; grilled - ABSOLUTELY!!
Kim Klein LOVE ONIONS!!
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Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I chose the one less trodden, and that has made all the difference. ~~Robert Frost
Saltine crackers are addicting; bet I can't eat just one.
The dogs, and I, just finished the second walk of our day. I guess that since we couldn't walk at all, last week, our systems are making up for it, this week. I may bake a gluten free banana bread, tonight for my gluten free neighbor, Lisa.
Wayne the Computer Genius came through, again, for me, today. If you need help with your computer contact me, and I will put you in touch with Wayne. He can do phone consultations.
How are you enjoying the warmer weather, those of you that live near me? I am. It is somewhat freaky, though, that one week we have a snow, and ice storm that cripples the city, and the next we have days that a spring-like in temperature, and beauty.
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K Poems
The Thaw
Soon, there wont be yellow stains in the snow
the piss will disappear along with snowmen
that children made. The ice will have melted, too;
there will be no excuse to stay home.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
************************
Watch out for the signs
A little dog bit me on the knee;
He told me later
that it was because he had to pee.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
*************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
I worship onions. I put them in as many dishes as is feasible. I have onions in my salad, on my sandwiches, in my eggs. I buy onions almost every time that I go to the store. Onions are supposed to be good for you; I must be a very healthy fellow. My kids can't stand onions. They will turn down the greatest of foods, if they detect even a minimal onion presence. I want blood tests. As I was eating some onions, the other day, I wondered what other people thought about onions, so I decided to ask.
Mikel K Poet: What do you think about onions?
David Powell: I eat them without thinking. I know, vegetable brutality is thoughtless.
Bless the onion to my nourishment, for it is an innocent creature that has no malice toward men.
Pigpen S House: I thing they should start a union.
Amber Rohrmayer: I love em! Sweet best, red next.
Karen Siverson: Can not imagine life without onions. Or, sure would not want to.
Ditto garlic, ginger and cilantro!
Maggie Hollis-Actress: I like em raw on my hot dawgs. I like em sauteed with butter, wine, and mushrooms. On burgers with cheese and mustard!
David Snave Evans: They are the cornerstone of many a dish...sauteed, slightly carmelized...mmm.
Artist Mattier: Are we supposed to 'think' about onions...?? Oh. Yes. Good idea. Gets the mind off of banana bread!!
Mikel K Poet And war. Think onions, not war.
Ed note: Artist Mattier thinks that I write about my homemade banana bread too much.
Kathryn Weitzel: I love them baked in a crockpot on top of bratwurst Ya vol!
Maggie Hollis-Actress: To form a more perfect union: cheese and onions!
Bret Love: I have eaten BBQ alligator in N'awlins. I have raw ostrich meat in South Africa. I have eaten chocolate-covered cuttlefish in Hawaii. But I will not eat onions, ever. You will be stunned by the Zen-like patience with which I will pick them out of a dish!
Lisa Cohen: ♥ onions, yet they are currently, along w garlic, on my no-fly zone as I am working on pacifying my pitta.
Brian Rosenberger: I hate them so much they bring a tear to my eye. Onion Rings however, not so bad.
Rich Morarre: raw - nope; grilled - ABSOLUTELY!!
Kim Klein LOVE ONIONS!!
*******************************************
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood and I chose the one less trodden, and that has made all the difference. ~~Robert Frost
Saltine crackers are addicting; bet I can't eat just one.
The dogs, and I, just finished the second walk of our day. I guess that since we couldn't walk at all, last week, our systems are making up for it, this week. I may bake a gluten free banana bread, tonight for my gluten free neighbor, Lisa.
Wayne the Computer Genius came through, again, for me, today. If you need help with your computer contact me, and I will put you in touch with Wayne. He can do phone consultations.
How are you enjoying the warmer weather, those of you that live near me? I am. It is somewhat freaky, though, that one week we have a snow, and ice storm that cripples the city, and the next we have days that a spring-like in temperature, and beauty.
***********************
K Poems
The Thaw
Soon, there wont be yellow stains in the snow
the piss will disappear along with snowmen
that children made. The ice will have melted, too;
there will be no excuse to stay home.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
************************
Watch out for the signs
A little dog bit me on the knee;
He told me later
that it was because he had to pee.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
*************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Thursday, January 13, 2011
29 Daily K:: My cat eats banana bread
"You got to work it, girl."--Ru Paul
My oatmeal is hot, so I let it cool. My bed is warm, it awaits me. Outside, somewhere, a street alcoholic has lost fingers in this recent cold. There but for the Grace of God could have been I.
When I am in a place of gratitude, I am in a place of happiness. When I am in a place of jealousy, when I want what the other guy, or girl, has, I am miserable.
I need new reading glasses, and I am not sure how to proceed. Should I buy them at the dollar store, where they are most affordable, or would those glasses hurt my eyes? I suppose that I could call my eye doctor, or look it up on Google.
Where would I be without Google? How did I ever survive before it, and the internet came along. How, as a writer, did I make it with just a typewriter, and paper? What's next? Will we, one day, be able to look at a screen, and think directly onto it?
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I forget who turned my onto pianist Martha Argerich; but I give that person great thanks. Martha Argerich interests me, and arouses me. Her piano playing is intelligent, and intense. I want to make love to her! Stupid yes, to say such; I guess it would make me some sort of piano groupie. Martha Argerich's playing is that good, though, that it arouses my emotions, it wakes up my day, it makes me feel alive. You can listen to Margaret at www.grooveshark.com, and she has a number of cd's for sale.
Tune in and turn onto Martha, and you will become a piano groupie, too!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Argerich
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I saunter into the kitchen to suck down some banana bread with butter laid out on it. Morisson, the dog, and Kobain, the cat, follow me in there. Kobain looks up at me expectantly; Morisson is kind of morose, has the begging look of a Buddhist Monk on his long face. Neither one of them gets a nibble, this time. They have to know that every time that I walk in the kitchen is not a time for them to get something to eat.
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Sghetti Head Press Release
Hey everyone, thats right! The Acorns are suiting up, and taking the stage, at The Highland Inn's Highland Ballroom on Jan 20th! We will hit the stage at 9:30. This is a FULL BAND show! We are going to BRING IT! New songs, the old favs! Lets try to get everyone out and make this a CRAZY night!!
(I did an open mike night in East Atlanta at My Mother's Room, months ago, tagging along, basically, with Trixie Stage Fright, and this guy named Sghetti Head played some songs. He was edgy, and it would be interesting to see him with a full band._
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I opened a can of sardines, this afternoon, and my cat, Kobain, got very excited. He climbed up on my desk, where I was eating, and I gave him a little hunk of fish. He smelled it. He clawed it. And then he put it in his mouth, and ran off with it. Soon, he was back wanting more. Kobain will, also, eat veggie burger, but neither of the cats, he or Jaggar, will touch kernels of corn, veggie burger, and kernal corn being what I am having for lunch, right now.
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Find a Vegetarian Girlfriend. Click here, it's Free! The find a girlfriend adds run rampant on Facebook. There is one that asks if you would like a rich girlfriend. Hell, yes!! Sign me up. Take my credit card number.
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I'm going to clean out The Turtles' tank, and then vacuum the floor; then I might half ass clean The Bathroom. I'm such a housewife. Something that I am amazed about is that I am, now, a person who is constantly caught up on his laundry. I used to lag way behind, the basket overflowing, but, somehow, I have gotten in the flow of things, and, now, always have clean underwear, and socks, when I need them. Do you remember when Neil Young sang, "A man needs a maid?"
I was thinking that
maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.
--Neil Young
Mikel K needs a maid. A maid.
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K Poems
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And I Wonder Why Love Eludes Me
I want to punish her,
though she has done no wrong.
I want to kiss her,
though I have dismissed her.
I want to hold her hand,
though I have banished her
to a far away foreign land.
I want her to run to me,
though I have run from her.
I want her to turn to me,
though I have turned away from her,
and I wonder why love eludes me.
--K
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And So We Fell In Love
And so we fell in love.
And now we fall out of
Love.
Is this the only love
I will ever know?
I WAS JEALOUS.
I SCREAMED AT YOU.
I TOLD YOU WHO TO SEE,
AND WHAT TO WEAR.
I am just a pained beast
With tears in my eyes
Screaming out at what
I don't know.
--K
*************************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
"You got to work it, girl."--Ru Paul
My oatmeal is hot, so I let it cool. My bed is warm, it awaits me. Outside, somewhere, a street alcoholic has lost fingers in this recent cold. There but for the Grace of God could have been I.
When I am in a place of gratitude, I am in a place of happiness. When I am in a place of jealousy, when I want what the other guy, or girl, has, I am miserable.
I need new reading glasses, and I am not sure how to proceed. Should I buy them at the dollar store, where they are most affordable, or would those glasses hurt my eyes? I suppose that I could call my eye doctor, or look it up on Google.
Where would I be without Google? How did I ever survive before it, and the internet came along. How, as a writer, did I make it with just a typewriter, and paper? What's next? Will we, one day, be able to look at a screen, and think directly onto it?
*********************************************
I forget who turned my onto pianist Martha Argerich; but I give that person great thanks. Martha Argerich interests me, and arouses me. Her piano playing is intelligent, and intense. I want to make love to her! Stupid yes, to say such; I guess it would make me some sort of piano groupie. Martha Argerich's playing is that good, though, that it arouses my emotions, it wakes up my day, it makes me feel alive. You can listen to Margaret at www.grooveshark.com, and she has a number of cd's for sale.
Tune in and turn onto Martha, and you will become a piano groupie, too!
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Martha_Argerich
*********************************************
I saunter into the kitchen to suck down some banana bread with butter laid out on it. Morisson, the dog, and Kobain, the cat, follow me in there. Kobain looks up at me expectantly; Morisson is kind of morose, has the begging look of a Buddhist Monk on his long face. Neither one of them gets a nibble, this time. They have to know that every time that I walk in the kitchen is not a time for them to get something to eat.
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Sghetti Head Press Release
Hey everyone, thats right! The Acorns are suiting up, and taking the stage, at The Highland Inn's Highland Ballroom on Jan 20th! We will hit the stage at 9:30. This is a FULL BAND show! We are going to BRING IT! New songs, the old favs! Lets try to get everyone out and make this a CRAZY night!!
(I did an open mike night in East Atlanta at My Mother's Room, months ago, tagging along, basically, with Trixie Stage Fright, and this guy named Sghetti Head played some songs. He was edgy, and it would be interesting to see him with a full band._
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I opened a can of sardines, this afternoon, and my cat, Kobain, got very excited. He climbed up on my desk, where I was eating, and I gave him a little hunk of fish. He smelled it. He clawed it. And then he put it in his mouth, and ran off with it. Soon, he was back wanting more. Kobain will, also, eat veggie burger, but neither of the cats, he or Jaggar, will touch kernels of corn, veggie burger, and kernal corn being what I am having for lunch, right now.
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Find a Vegetarian Girlfriend. Click here, it's Free! The find a girlfriend adds run rampant on Facebook. There is one that asks if you would like a rich girlfriend. Hell, yes!! Sign me up. Take my credit card number.
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I'm going to clean out The Turtles' tank, and then vacuum the floor; then I might half ass clean The Bathroom. I'm such a housewife. Something that I am amazed about is that I am, now, a person who is constantly caught up on his laundry. I used to lag way behind, the basket overflowing, but, somehow, I have gotten in the flow of things, and, now, always have clean underwear, and socks, when I need them. Do you remember when Neil Young sang, "A man needs a maid?"
I was thinking that
maybe I'd get a maid
Find a place nearby
for her to stay.
Just someone
to keep my house clean,
Fix my meals and go away.
A maid. A man needs a maid.
A maid.
--Neil Young
Mikel K needs a maid. A maid.
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K Poems
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And I Wonder Why Love Eludes Me
I want to punish her,
though she has done no wrong.
I want to kiss her,
though I have dismissed her.
I want to hold her hand,
though I have banished her
to a far away foreign land.
I want her to run to me,
though I have run from her.
I want her to turn to me,
though I have turned away from her,
and I wonder why love eludes me.
--K
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And So We Fell In Love
And so we fell in love.
And now we fall out of
Love.
Is this the only love
I will ever know?
I WAS JEALOUS.
I SCREAMED AT YOU.
I TOLD YOU WHO TO SEE,
AND WHAT TO WEAR.
I am just a pained beast
With tears in my eyes
Screaming out at what
I don't know.
--K
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Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, at The Daily K, with a donation
of $10, $20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
28 The Daily K: I'm a poet, baby
I'm a poet, baby. I'm not a Doctor, a lawyer; I don't sell used cars, houses, or vacuum cleaners, door to door. I'm a poet. I live by the word; I'll die by the word. You have my word on it.
I am a poet and a memoirist. I post many poems, and many of my journal entries to these pages.
I write The Daily K, a stream of conscious narrative about my life, and the things that interest me here at The Bold Spicy News, at Open Salon.com, and on my Faceboook page.
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I like Checker's burgers better than I like McDonald's burgers, though I like McD's french fries better. I try not to eat fast food because it is bad for me, and it is bad for the cows, and the planet. I am diabetic. I have to watch what I eat, or food can kill me. I indulge in fast food very rarely.
"A diabetic meal is a balanced healthy diet with appropriate mixture of carbohydrates, proteins and fats that provide essential nutrients as well as to create an even release of glucose into the blood of a diabetes patient."
http://www.diabetes-and-diabetic-diet.com/
I tend to gravitate towards the carbs; pasta and rice call out to me. Something inside me wants to ignore salads, and fruit. I can't get to heaven on just a diet of coffee. Bless me Lord for I have sinned; please guide me to a low blood sugar level.
I prick my finger several times a day with a small pin. I drop the blood, that then comes out of my finger, onto a strip that I have inserted into a meter that gives me a blood sugar level. The reading guides me as to how well I am doing sugar level wise. If the reading is consistently high, I have to call my endocrinologist(diabetes doctor). I am on meds for the diabetes, and if I can not control my sugar level with diet, exercise, and the meds that I am on, I won't have to take on more meds.
For decades, I drank more than two liters a day of coca cola. My diet was very high in sugar for most of my life. I had no idea that certain things were better to eat for me than others; I just ate, and what I ate, and my lack of exercise finally lead me to being a diabetic.
My diabetes was first diagnosed by a girlfriend of mine, who said that the frequent trips that I made to the bathroom over a night' sleep were indicative that I was diabetic. I thought she was crazy, and she was, in certain ways, but she was correct about me being a diabetic, and I thank her for this, wherever she is.
Being a diabetic is challening in many ways. Ultimately if I don't step up to the challengers, I will lose toes, feet, legs, and ultimately my life. Being diabetic has lead me to a healthier way of life. Because I am diabetic, I eat better, and exercise more regularly than I would if I was not diabetic.
I thank God for making me who I am, and I look forward to a long life.
-----------------------
I was talking to a good friend, the other day, via the internet, and she said that she didn't know what she wanted out of life. I think that this is a common occurrence among us humans. Henry David Thoreau is often quoted for saying, "The mass of man lead lives of quiet desperation." I think that we should add that, "The mass of women lead lives of quiet desperation, also."
Man, or woman, you don't have to lead a life of quiet desperation. Your existence doesn't have to be meaningless. I think that one of the really neat things about life is that you can pick your own purpose for being here. Decide what you want to be, and be it. Have a dream, dream it, and work towards it.
No one but you is responsible for your life, but you. If you are leading a mamby pamby existence, floundering in nothingness, it is your own fault, and you are the one who can alter the situation.
Pick something to be, and be it. You can change what you picked later if it doesn't work out for you!! Life can be full of many goals, and dreams. Dreams and goals are important to have.
A life has more meaning, if it has meaning.
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Glycemic control:
Before a meal) 70–130
After a meal <180
"Keep in mind that blood glucose results often trigger strong feelings. Blood glucose numbers can leave you upset, confused, frustrated, angry, or down. It's easy to use the numbers to judge yourself. Remind yourself that your blood glucose level is a way to track how well your diabetes care plan is working. It is not a judgment of you as a person. The results may show you need a change in your diabetes plan."
http://www.diabetes.org/living-with-diabetes/treatment-and-care/blood-glucose-control/checking-your-blood-glucose.html
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K Poems
Inertia Not
Into the water you must go
if you want to get wet.
Into the the air you must go
if you want to fly.
On the sidewalk you must go
if you want to get about
the neighborhood.
Take off the top
if you want to eat the mayonnaise
or peanut butter.
You can't stand still
if you want to be going forward.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
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I didn't realize that she was crzzy, too
I loved her when she was
buying the roses,
and everything else,
at the height of my insanity
we held hands.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
********************************
Expect a miracle...
Please help The Daily K keep the lights on,
and foodin the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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(Photo Credits: Heavyset fellow in wheelbarrow: wayodd.com,
Diabetes Meter: http://www.everydayhealth.com,
Two Paths: http://godgirl.wordpress.com/2008/09/03/i-need-to-stay-out-of-gods-way/)
I'm a poet, baby. I'm not a Doctor, a lawyer; I don't sell used cars, houses, or vacuum cleaners, door to door. I'm a poet. I live by the word; I'll die by the word. You have my word on it.
I am a poet and a memoirist. I post many poems, and many of my journal entries to these pages.
I write The Daily K, a stream of conscious narrative about my life, and the things that interest me here at The Bold Spicy News, at Open Salon.com, and on my Faceboook page.
**************************************
I like Checker's burgers better than I like McDonald's burgers, though I like McD's french fries better. I try not to eat fast food because it is bad for me, and it is bad for the cows, and the planet. I am diabetic. I have to watch what I eat, or food can kill me. I indulge in fast food very rarely.
"A diabetic meal is a balanced healthy diet with appropriate mixture of carbohydrates, proteins and fats that provide essential nutrients as well as to create an even release of glucose into the blood of a diabetes patient."
http://www.diabetes-and-diabetic-diet.com/
I tend to gravitate towards the carbs; pasta and rice call out to me. Something inside me wants to ignore salads, and fruit. I can't get to heaven on just a diet of coffee. Bless me Lord for I have sinned; please guide me to a low blood sugar level.
I prick my finger several times a day with a small pin. I drop the blood, that then comes out of my finger, onto a strip that I have inserted into a meter that gives me a blood sugar level. The reading guides me as to how well I am doing sugar level wise. If the reading is consistently high, I have to call my endocrinologist(diabetes doctor). I am on meds for the diabetes, and if I can not control my sugar level with diet, exercise, and the meds that I am on, I won't have to take on more meds.
For decades, I drank more than two liters a day of coca cola. My diet was very high in sugar for most of my life. I had no idea that certain things were better to eat for me than others; I just ate, and what I ate, and my lack of exercise finally lead me to being a diabetic.
My diabetes was first diagnosed by a girlfriend of mine, who said that the frequent trips that I made to the bathroom over a night' sleep were indicative that I was diabetic. I thought she was crazy, and she was, in certain ways, but she was correct about me being a diabetic, and I thank her for this, wherever she is.
Being a diabetic is challening in many ways. Ultimately if I don't step up to the challengers, I will lose toes, feet, legs, and ultimately my life. Being diabetic has lead me to a healthier way of life. Because I am diabetic, I eat better, and exercise more regularly than I would if I was not diabetic.
I thank God for making me who I am, and I look forward to a long life.
-----------------------
I was talking to a good friend, the other day, via the internet, and she said that she didn't know what she wanted out of life. I think that this is a common occurrence among us humans. Henry David Thoreau is often quoted for saying, "The mass of man lead lives of quiet desperation." I think that we should add that, "The mass of women lead lives of quiet desperation, also."
Man, or woman, you don't have to lead a life of quiet desperation. Your existence doesn't have to be meaningless. I think that one of the really neat things about life is that you can pick your own purpose for being here. Decide what you want to be, and be it. Have a dream, dream it, and work towards it.
No one but you is responsible for your life, but you. If you are leading a mamby pamby existence, floundering in nothingness, it is your own fault, and you are the one who can alter the situation.
Pick something to be, and be it. You can change what you picked later if it doesn't work out for you!! Life can be full of many goals, and dreams. Dreams and goals are important to have.
A life has more meaning, if it has meaning.
******************************************
Glycemic control:
Before a meal) 70–130
After a meal <180
"Keep in mind that blood glucose results often trigger strong feelings. Blood glucose numbers can leave you upset, confused, frustrated, angry, or down. It's easy to use the numbers to judge yourself. Remind yourself that your blood glucose level is a way to track how well your diabetes care plan is working. It is not a judgment of you as a person. The results may show you need a change in your diabetes plan."
http://www.diabetes.org/living-with-diabetes/treatment-and-care/blood-glucose-control/checking-your-blood-glucose.html
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K Poems
Inertia Not
Into the water you must go
if you want to get wet.
Into the the air you must go
if you want to fly.
On the sidewalk you must go
if you want to get about
the neighborhood.
Take off the top
if you want to eat the mayonnaise
or peanut butter.
You can't stand still
if you want to be going forward.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
********************************
I didn't realize that she was crzzy, too
I loved her when she was
buying the roses,
and everything else,
at the height of my insanity
we held hands.
--Mikel K
Jan. 2011
********************************
Expect a miracle...
Please help The Daily K keep the lights on,
and foodin the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
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(Photo Credits: Heavyset fellow in wheelbarrow: wayodd.com,
Diabetes Meter: http://www.everydayhealth.com,
Two Paths: http://godgirl.wordpress.com/2008/09/03/i-need-to-stay-out-of-gods-way/)
27
I was up at 6:56 a.m. with the rooster not crowing. Roosters, mostly, don't crow in the city, mister, but my dogs demand to be petted on the head the moment I rise from my pillow. I pray, and scratch their heads, at the same time. The Lord, and Mo, and Bundy, are all happy to see me, once again.
It is 19 degrees out there, at 7:39 a.m. on a fine, fine, cold, Southern Thursday morning, where it feels so good to be alive. My blood sugar was 158 at 7:24 a.m., and one of the major donut selling chains has a new egg white biscuit that is "under 300 calories."
The dogs have been taken out, and fed. It didn't feel like 19 degrees outside, when we were there, moments ago; I actually thought that it had warmed up some. The coffee has been made, and drank, and I am now seated at the computer letting the words flow.
Freezing temperatures are supposed to be with us until tomorrow; several of my neighbors are starting their fourth day out of work, as I am sure many, many folks in the greater Atlanta area are. With the wind chill factor, the radio meteorologist just said that it is like 8 to 20 degrees out on Peachtree St. which is blocks from my home.
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I find it hard to listen to Clark Howard for more than five minutes; he starts to irritate me then; he grates on my nerves intensely after a short period of time of listening to him.
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In California you're going to have to buy your books from Borders; hey, why don't they legalize pot, and tax it...cuz gin soaked old men say it's bad for us. I don't smoke it, but I think that you should be able to, if you want to.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/jacketcopy/2011/01/brown-budget-eliminates-california-library-funding.html
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As much as I love to eat, a part of me hates to eat in the morning because my morning meal mostly kills my lust to write. My dog, Morisson, is, at this moment, also trying to kill my urge to write by putting his nose under my elbow in an attempt to pull my hands off of the keyboard, and put one of them on his head.
Snowed in thought: Was Sid Vicious an artist?
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K Poems
Mikel,
Your poem, "Moving To Another Box." was beautiful. I am not sure if you knew this...probably not...sorry that Clark or I haven't contacted you sooner...but Clark has inoperable cancer... metastasized throughout the liver...more tests are needed to determine the source...we should know more at the end of the month. Your poem moved me in a very personal way. Thank you so much for sharing your gift.
--Beth
You're so good you scare me. Shit.
--Monkey Girl
"Bad Ass."
--Skeleton Woman
"I don't know why, since I have a short attention span for most poetry,
but I love the simple, and the real, in your verse."
--Ardee
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Day to day
Today, I want to be in a rock n roll band.
I want to fly to far away places.
I want to live forever,
see my great, great, great, great grandchildren be born.
Yesterday, I wanted to die,
because my arthritis pain was so great.
--Mikel K
June 2009
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What I wouldn't give
Baby, what I wouldn't give
to have a dollar for every time
you've said that to me,
and, baby, I'd be rich if
I had made you pay for every time
that you hollered at me.
And, what about every time
that you hung up the phone on me,
shouldn't you, somehow, have to pay.
I don't really want to walk on,
but, baby, I am gone;
I'm gonna blow out west
put those other girls to the test,
see if you were really the best,
like you always said.
What I wouldn't give,
what I wouldn't give,
to have a dollar.
--Mikel K
Sept. 2009
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Super Congratulations to Kquvien DeWeese and Nancy Mau. They PASSED their assessment this weekend, and are now Intermediate Junior II Iyengar Yoga Teachers! They join a select few in the country who have attained this level of proficiency in yoga. I have taken class with both of them, and they are outstanding teachers. You can study with either instructor at Stillwater Yoga. www,stillyoga.org
************************************
Living on a prayer...
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can, also, buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
I was up at 6:56 a.m. with the rooster not crowing. Roosters, mostly, don't crow in the city, mister, but my dogs demand to be petted on the head the moment I rise from my pillow. I pray, and scratch their heads, at the same time. The Lord, and Mo, and Bundy, are all happy to see me, once again.
It is 19 degrees out there, at 7:39 a.m. on a fine, fine, cold, Southern Thursday morning, where it feels so good to be alive. My blood sugar was 158 at 7:24 a.m., and one of the major donut selling chains has a new egg white biscuit that is "under 300 calories."
The dogs have been taken out, and fed. It didn't feel like 19 degrees outside, when we were there, moments ago; I actually thought that it had warmed up some. The coffee has been made, and drank, and I am now seated at the computer letting the words flow.
Freezing temperatures are supposed to be with us until tomorrow; several of my neighbors are starting their fourth day out of work, as I am sure many, many folks in the greater Atlanta area are. With the wind chill factor, the radio meteorologist just said that it is like 8 to 20 degrees out on Peachtree St. which is blocks from my home.
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I find it hard to listen to Clark Howard for more than five minutes; he starts to irritate me then; he grates on my nerves intensely after a short period of time of listening to him.
**************************************
In California you're going to have to buy your books from Borders; hey, why don't they legalize pot, and tax it...cuz gin soaked old men say it's bad for us. I don't smoke it, but I think that you should be able to, if you want to.
http://latimesblogs.latimes.com/jacketcopy/2011/01/brown-budget-eliminates-california-library-funding.html
***************************************
As much as I love to eat, a part of me hates to eat in the morning because my morning meal mostly kills my lust to write. My dog, Morisson, is, at this moment, also trying to kill my urge to write by putting his nose under my elbow in an attempt to pull my hands off of the keyboard, and put one of them on his head.
Snowed in thought: Was Sid Vicious an artist?
***************************************
K Poems
Mikel,
Your poem, "Moving To Another Box." was beautiful. I am not sure if you knew this...probably not...sorry that Clark or I haven't contacted you sooner...but Clark has inoperable cancer... metastasized throughout the liver...more tests are needed to determine the source...we should know more at the end of the month. Your poem moved me in a very personal way. Thank you so much for sharing your gift.
--Beth
You're so good you scare me. Shit.
--Monkey Girl
"Bad Ass."
--Skeleton Woman
"I don't know why, since I have a short attention span for most poetry,
but I love the simple, and the real, in your verse."
--Ardee
************************************
Day to day
Today, I want to be in a rock n roll band.
I want to fly to far away places.
I want to live forever,
see my great, great, great, great grandchildren be born.
Yesterday, I wanted to die,
because my arthritis pain was so great.
--Mikel K
June 2009
**********************************
What I wouldn't give
Baby, what I wouldn't give
to have a dollar for every time
you've said that to me,
and, baby, I'd be rich if
I had made you pay for every time
that you hollered at me.
And, what about every time
that you hung up the phone on me,
shouldn't you, somehow, have to pay.
I don't really want to walk on,
but, baby, I am gone;
I'm gonna blow out west
put those other girls to the test,
see if you were really the best,
like you always said.
What I wouldn't give,
what I wouldn't give,
to have a dollar.
--Mikel K
Sept. 2009
************************************
Super Congratulations to Kquvien DeWeese and Nancy Mau. They PASSED their assessment this weekend, and are now Intermediate Junior II Iyengar Yoga Teachers! They join a select few in the country who have attained this level of proficiency in yoga. I have taken class with both of them, and they are outstanding teachers. You can study with either instructor at Stillwater Yoga. www,stillyoga.org
************************************
Living on a prayer...
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can, also, buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
Wednesday, January 12, 2011
The Daily K: Escape with Escape Ferocity
One minute like a raging mother, the next like a quiet lover is what I am getting from listening to the songs that the band, Escape Ferocity, is presenting on its Facebook page. Escape Ferocity is a rock band from Calhoun, fronted by two girls. I did an internet interview with Kelly Green, the guitarist, and backup vocalist in the band. Below are the results. At the end of the interview are several links to videos of the band. You should check them out.
Mikel K:
I am listening to your songs now at:
http://www.facebook.com/EscapeFerocity?v=app_19935916616
Would this be a good link to post with the blurb,
for people to be able to listen to your music, or do youhave a better site?
You say you play guitar in the band; do you sing,also?
Who is the lead singer?
Who all is in band? (Names and instruments?)
Why did you form?
What is your goal?
Who writes the songs?
How often do you rehearse?
Do you play out? Where?
Why Calhoun; especially being from Bradenton??
Thanks.
K
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Kelly Green:
The link to our facebook will probably work the best. People can listen to music, find out when we're playing, and there are links to our youtube videos.
Yes, I play guitar and sing harmonies. The rest of the band is made up of Rysa Davis- lead vocalist, Matt "Simply Known As Matt"- bass, and my brother Kody Lee- drums. Rysa and I founded the band as an acoustic duo and still perform acoustically in addition to gigs with the full band, though.
Our formation was kind of an accident, actually. My dad's been a traveling musician my whole life so music as always been something I've seen and wanted to do. I've played the guitar since I was 6 but never sang until Rysa started performing at the restaurant my family owned.
Seeing another girl with a guitar, not afraid to sing stuff she'd written inspired me to prove to myself that I could do the same. Rysa had been a singer/songwriter playing solo gigs for about a year when she decided she wanted to find a guitar player to take her writing to the next level. She jammed with a few people but nothing ever stuck. Then one day she and I were having a birthday party for her brother at my house and I just picked up my guitar and started playing music I had been working on.
I asked if she could come up with words for it and 20 minutes later, we had a song we still love today (To A Friend, Love A Friend). We jokingly mentioned starting a band but after we jammed again and wrote another song we loved, we knew we'd found something real. That was in November of 2009 and it wasn't until May of 2010 when we booked our first big gig where a rythym section was necessary.
On a whim, we decided to try out the songs we'd written so far with my brother and his best friend that he'd been playing with for a while and the connection was cosmic. It was obvious they understood our sound and even added to it, so it only made sense that they become permanent members.
Our goal is to create art that makes people think. Ask questions. Imagine. We feel we have a message that needs to be heard and we're constantly working towards finding the best possible medium for it to reach people. Also, we're honestly just saddened by what music, today, has become. We feel that substance can't be found in the shit on the radio, today. There's no soul in music anymore. We just want to bring passion for art back. Escape Ferocity is about getting away from anything negative and running towards your dream- whatever you want your life to be- and making it real. We hope by taking this to heart with our lives we can be an example to others. Proof that it works.
The vast majority of our songs are a completely collaborative effort between Rysa and I. Most often, I'll write the music and she'll provide the lyrics and melody. It really just depends, though. Sometimes she'll write a song alone, sometimes I will, sometimes she hears music and I have words. After we have a song pretty polished, or at least close to it, we play it for Matt and Kody and they write their parts. Sometimes we'll have some sort of idea of what we want to hear but most often they just wing it and it's perfect. It can change the sound of a song completely.
We hate this question, for the record. Haha. We definitely don't get to rehearse as often as we'd like. Lately, gigs feel like practice and they happen more often. As soon as things like work, school, and rehab stop interfering with our time we're going to get much better about this.
We've played a lot around Atlanta as well as in-town stuff. Our first big gig was at Granite Mountain Harley in Conyers, GA and since then we've played Lenny's, The Shelter, The 5 Spot, Elevations, Cuppy's, Lake Lanier, The Masquerade, The Northside Tavern, and Nik's Place which are all in the Atlanta area. Then there were local gigs at Primetime Billiards,The Calhoun Cigar Co., The Dawg Pound, After Hours Billiards, Moto Mountain, Calhoun's BB&T Park, The Calhoun Auditorium, Motorcycle Bob's, Fuego Tequila Bar, and The Dalton Depot. We've also played at The Mudpie in Chattanooga and we traveled to Petoskey, Michigan in early November to open for my father's current band, Jace N Lee.
Unfortunately, Calhoun is just where we all ended up. No one in the band in from here. Matt's actually from Africa. There's nothing here except our parents and we're planning on moving to the Atlanta area in February.
Thanks for your interest! I hope the answers given work for you haha.
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Escape Ferocity Videos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFUBNL8eDlE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4tm3-_0Jww
*******************************************
Please help us keep the lights on, and food
in the refrigerator, here at The Daily k
with a donation of $10, $20, $35 or whatever
you can afford. Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
You can buy a K book at http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
One minute like a raging mother, the next like a quiet lover is what I am getting from listening to the songs that the band, Escape Ferocity, is presenting on its Facebook page. Escape Ferocity is a rock band from Calhoun, fronted by two girls. I did an internet interview with Kelly Green, the guitarist, and backup vocalist in the band. Below are the results. At the end of the interview are several links to videos of the band. You should check them out.
Mikel K:
I am listening to your songs now at:
http://www.facebook.com/EscapeFerocity?v=app_19935916616
Would this be a good link to post with the blurb,
for people to be able to listen to your music, or do youhave a better site?
You say you play guitar in the band; do you sing,also?
Who is the lead singer?
Who all is in band? (Names and instruments?)
Why did you form?
What is your goal?
Who writes the songs?
How often do you rehearse?
Do you play out? Where?
Why Calhoun; especially being from Bradenton??
Thanks.
K
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Kelly Green:
The link to our facebook will probably work the best. People can listen to music, find out when we're playing, and there are links to our youtube videos.
Yes, I play guitar and sing harmonies. The rest of the band is made up of Rysa Davis- lead vocalist, Matt "Simply Known As Matt"- bass, and my brother Kody Lee- drums. Rysa and I founded the band as an acoustic duo and still perform acoustically in addition to gigs with the full band, though.
Our formation was kind of an accident, actually. My dad's been a traveling musician my whole life so music as always been something I've seen and wanted to do. I've played the guitar since I was 6 but never sang until Rysa started performing at the restaurant my family owned.
Seeing another girl with a guitar, not afraid to sing stuff she'd written inspired me to prove to myself that I could do the same. Rysa had been a singer/songwriter playing solo gigs for about a year when she decided she wanted to find a guitar player to take her writing to the next level. She jammed with a few people but nothing ever stuck. Then one day she and I were having a birthday party for her brother at my house and I just picked up my guitar and started playing music I had been working on.
I asked if she could come up with words for it and 20 minutes later, we had a song we still love today (To A Friend, Love A Friend). We jokingly mentioned starting a band but after we jammed again and wrote another song we loved, we knew we'd found something real. That was in November of 2009 and it wasn't until May of 2010 when we booked our first big gig where a rythym section was necessary.
On a whim, we decided to try out the songs we'd written so far with my brother and his best friend that he'd been playing with for a while and the connection was cosmic. It was obvious they understood our sound and even added to it, so it only made sense that they become permanent members.
Our goal is to create art that makes people think. Ask questions. Imagine. We feel we have a message that needs to be heard and we're constantly working towards finding the best possible medium for it to reach people. Also, we're honestly just saddened by what music, today, has become. We feel that substance can't be found in the shit on the radio, today. There's no soul in music anymore. We just want to bring passion for art back. Escape Ferocity is about getting away from anything negative and running towards your dream- whatever you want your life to be- and making it real. We hope by taking this to heart with our lives we can be an example to others. Proof that it works.
The vast majority of our songs are a completely collaborative effort between Rysa and I. Most often, I'll write the music and she'll provide the lyrics and melody. It really just depends, though. Sometimes she'll write a song alone, sometimes I will, sometimes she hears music and I have words. After we have a song pretty polished, or at least close to it, we play it for Matt and Kody and they write their parts. Sometimes we'll have some sort of idea of what we want to hear but most often they just wing it and it's perfect. It can change the sound of a song completely.
We hate this question, for the record. Haha. We definitely don't get to rehearse as often as we'd like. Lately, gigs feel like practice and they happen more often. As soon as things like work, school, and rehab stop interfering with our time we're going to get much better about this.
We've played a lot around Atlanta as well as in-town stuff. Our first big gig was at Granite Mountain Harley in Conyers, GA and since then we've played Lenny's, The Shelter, The 5 Spot, Elevations, Cuppy's, Lake Lanier, The Masquerade, The Northside Tavern, and Nik's Place which are all in the Atlanta area. Then there were local gigs at Primetime Billiards,The Calhoun Cigar Co., The Dawg Pound, After Hours Billiards, Moto Mountain, Calhoun's BB&T Park, The Calhoun Auditorium, Motorcycle Bob's, Fuego Tequila Bar, and The Dalton Depot. We've also played at The Mudpie in Chattanooga and we traveled to Petoskey, Michigan in early November to open for my father's current band, Jace N Lee.
Unfortunately, Calhoun is just where we all ended up. No one in the band in from here. Matt's actually from Africa. There's nothing here except our parents and we're planning on moving to the Atlanta area in February.
Thanks for your interest! I hope the answers given work for you haha.
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Escape Ferocity Videos
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jFUBNL8eDlE
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b4tm3-_0Jww
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Monday, January 10, 2011
26 Don't quit before the miracle
"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."--Lewis Carroll
"Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right.' Start where
you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your
command, and better tools will be found as you go along."
--George Herbert
"When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength"
--Tecumseh, Shawnee
It is warm and wonderful in my kitchen as I cook chili, and at my desk as I work on The Daily K!! How is the day treating you all? It is effing cold out there; praise who you praise for the heat you have!!
A woman from Kenya messaged me on Facebook, early this morning, and asked me what the title to my latest book was. I gave her my Lulu Url (www.lulu.com/miklelkpoet). She said that she hoped that my books were available in Kenya, and I told her that they were. Now that is a great way to start your day, as a writer, with a request from half way around the world for some of your writing.
Outside, here in Atlanta, it is very cold. The dogs did their thing, and then the three of us hustled back into the house, just now. I didn't have to call the dogs; they were there at my feet as I headed back onto the porch. As I just alluded to, it is days like these when I praise The Creator for the fact that I have heat in my home. I mean it is not fucking around out there right now; it is fucking cold. I guess that I have to give a nod to Ga. Power, also, though I do bitch about them when the bill comes: they have kept the heat on through some very nasty weather. They have kept us warm, when it is cold out there, and though I may struggle with the bill, I am happy to have one, because it means that the dogs, cats, turtles and I have heat!
I'm going to bake an egg free banana bread for me to eat; just me; alone in this abode, during this Atlanta freeze out. Well, alone except for the dogs, Morisson, and Bundy, the cats Kobain, and Jaggar, and the turtles Prynce, and Rue Paul, all four of whom take exception to me saying that I live here alone.
I could have been young forever, but I outlived that. You can't see that I was once the way you are
and that you will, with the blessing of your Higher Power, one day, be what I am now. There is no secret to it; it's just the way things are. I think of Lewis, this morning, and Skinny Joe, and Little Mark, and Will Platt, and Greg Psomas: they stayed young forever. They went out too soon.
God Bless them. I miss them. I could have been one of them. Instead I'm going to live forever.
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K Poems
Hey my dear Friend,
Today, I realized that I'm reading your poems for more than a year now,
and it brought a smile to my face.
I can not really find the words to say what I want to say, so I will keep it simple;
I have really have enjoyed your poems so far, and they gave me a frame to see my own
life in; perspective sometimes.
I hope you understand a little bit what I mean.
Thank you for your honesty and open mind and humor!
It is a real privilege to read what's up in your mind and life!
Have a great weekend!
Big and warm hug,
Maaike
(Maaike is from The Netherlands. I have a letter from her framed,
and hanging over my desk. In her letter, Maaike calls me a, "Great Amerian Poet."
The pay checks are non-existent with this poetry gig, but things like this
make the rewards deep.--K)
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Can't you see
The boy gets GI JOE the girl gets Barbie,
the girl stays home with the kids,
the boy joins the army, comes home with his arm blown off.
April 2009
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Having good food to eat is such a blessing
I start the day by eating grits
soaked in soy butter. Usually I
eat oatmeal, but, today, I am out
of oatmeal.
Grits are good; I should have put
tomatoes in them, but once I started
eating them, I was lazy.
I did add pepper to my grits;
pepper is good in grits.
So many people have nothing,
or little to eat, this morning;
I give praise to my higher power
that I have good food to eat.
February 2009
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in the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
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"Sometimes I've believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast."--Lewis Carroll
"Do not wait; the time will never be 'just right.' Start where
you stand, and work with whatever tools you may have at your
command, and better tools will be found as you go along."
--George Herbert
"When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength"
--Tecumseh, Shawnee
It is warm and wonderful in my kitchen as I cook chili, and at my desk as I work on The Daily K!! How is the day treating you all? It is effing cold out there; praise who you praise for the heat you have!!
A woman from Kenya messaged me on Facebook, early this morning, and asked me what the title to my latest book was. I gave her my Lulu Url (www.lulu.com/miklelkpoet). She said that she hoped that my books were available in Kenya, and I told her that they were. Now that is a great way to start your day, as a writer, with a request from half way around the world for some of your writing.
Outside, here in Atlanta, it is very cold. The dogs did their thing, and then the three of us hustled back into the house, just now. I didn't have to call the dogs; they were there at my feet as I headed back onto the porch. As I just alluded to, it is days like these when I praise The Creator for the fact that I have heat in my home. I mean it is not fucking around out there right now; it is fucking cold. I guess that I have to give a nod to Ga. Power, also, though I do bitch about them when the bill comes: they have kept the heat on through some very nasty weather. They have kept us warm, when it is cold out there, and though I may struggle with the bill, I am happy to have one, because it means that the dogs, cats, turtles and I have heat!
I'm going to bake an egg free banana bread for me to eat; just me; alone in this abode, during this Atlanta freeze out. Well, alone except for the dogs, Morisson, and Bundy, the cats Kobain, and Jaggar, and the turtles Prynce, and Rue Paul, all four of whom take exception to me saying that I live here alone.
I could have been young forever, but I outlived that. You can't see that I was once the way you are
and that you will, with the blessing of your Higher Power, one day, be what I am now. There is no secret to it; it's just the way things are. I think of Lewis, this morning, and Skinny Joe, and Little Mark, and Will Platt, and Greg Psomas: they stayed young forever. They went out too soon.
God Bless them. I miss them. I could have been one of them. Instead I'm going to live forever.
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K Poems
Hey my dear Friend,
Today, I realized that I'm reading your poems for more than a year now,
and it brought a smile to my face.
I can not really find the words to say what I want to say, so I will keep it simple;
I have really have enjoyed your poems so far, and they gave me a frame to see my own
life in; perspective sometimes.
I hope you understand a little bit what I mean.
Thank you for your honesty and open mind and humor!
It is a real privilege to read what's up in your mind and life!
Have a great weekend!
Big and warm hug,
Maaike
(Maaike is from The Netherlands. I have a letter from her framed,
and hanging over my desk. In her letter, Maaike calls me a, "Great Amerian Poet."
The pay checks are non-existent with this poetry gig, but things like this
make the rewards deep.--K)
*******************************
Can't you see
The boy gets GI JOE the girl gets Barbie,
the girl stays home with the kids,
the boy joins the army, comes home with his arm blown off.
April 2009
********************************
Having good food to eat is such a blessing
I start the day by eating grits
soaked in soy butter. Usually I
eat oatmeal, but, today, I am out
of oatmeal.
Grits are good; I should have put
tomatoes in them, but once I started
eating them, I was lazy.
I did add pepper to my grits;
pepper is good in grits.
So many people have nothing,
or little to eat, this morning;
I give praise to my higher power
that I have good food to eat.
February 2009
***************************************
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in the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
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Saturday, January 8, 2011
K 24 It is a snow day in Atlanta.
"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water."--Carl Reiner
"Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind."--Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The snow out there, this morning, on the ground, and in the trees, is beautiful. There is sleet falling on top of the snow, now. Atlanta may be crippled for days. The dogs ran right out into it, and did their thing; then they headed North.
I got worried for a second, and hollered at them, A voice hollered back that it was ok. The voice belonged to my neighbor, Lisa; she was out walking her dogs. Lisa is recent to Atlanta from Minnesota. She still has her snow boots.
I am not recent from the North: I have sneakers, sandals, and a new hip. Lisa was out walking in the snow with the dogs. I was looking at the snow, the dogs, and Lisa from the front of The Love Porch, which is how I refer to the beautiful porch that is attached to my humble, and beautiful abode. Both Lisa, and my views, and both our viewpoints were beautiful.
You can't go wrong with this kind of snow, as long as you don't have to drive in it, or shovel it. Only one car drove down our street, while Lisa, and I let the dogs play.
"Four wheel drive," said Lisa. Yhen after the SUV was gone, Lisa said, "It is so quiet. Everybody is sleeping."
Atlanta loves a good reason to stay in bed, and snow is the best one we have, usually about once a year. The trash won't get picked up, today. My daughter won't go to school, today. Her mother won't go to work, today. My sons won't go to work, today. My friend, Lisa, won't have her new heart valve put in, today, like she was supposed to. I won't leave the house, today. Amber, The Good Neighbor, will get to sleep in, today.
It is a snow day in Atlanta.
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The night before, as the snow began:
I find walking in the winter cold. down South, refreshing, if I am dressed warmly enough: Bomber Jacker or leather, over heavy black sweater, wool cap covering my head, and ears; gloves. It is snowing out there in The Atlanta Night, as I type this. I am tempted to dress up, and go out in it; not make a snowman, or to throw snowballs at cars, like I did when I was a kid, growing up in Connecticut, just to walk a bit in it, but since I have a new hip, and I need to keep the risk of falling to a minimum, I think that I will stay inside, consuming this home made chili that I just scooped into a bowl for myself.
The day before The Snow began to fall:
The dogs, and I, just took a very brisk twenty seven minute walk in our hood, with very few stops for sniffing, and pissing. I am getting good at walking Henry, the Great Dane from next door, along with my two dogs. I am inventing some voice commands that work, as we go. Everyone lost 20 lbs. on the walk, today.
I make my bed about once every two weeks, usually right after one of the cats has puked on the sheets.
In the movie Pollock, Jackson's girlfriend is criticizing work that he is doing, and he says, to her, "Why don't you paint the fucking thing?"
I don't even have to turn the vacuum cleaner on before the dogs head to the opposite end of the abode; all they have to do is see me pull it out.
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Snow Poems
Snow
Snow is falling
From the sky above
Snow is falling
Put on scarf and glove
Snow is falling
Go look outside
Snow is falling
The old landscape it hide
Snow is falling
What a beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It sparkles in the light
Snow is falling
Soft cotton wool flakes
Snow is falling
A white blanket it makes
Snow is falling
Short flowers disappear
Snow is falling
The cold is here
Snow is falling
Its time to play
Snow is falling
Lets make snowmen today.
--Carniz Fatema
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The Snow
See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright
Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street
Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content
Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows
Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though,
Makes the world, a beautiful scene
Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay
Lilli Singh
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will you to help me keep writing, and keep
me from a "real" job!
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"A lot of people like snow. I find it to be an unnecessary freezing of water."--Carl Reiner
"Advice is like snow - the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper in sinks into the mind."--Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The snow out there, this morning, on the ground, and in the trees, is beautiful. There is sleet falling on top of the snow, now. Atlanta may be crippled for days. The dogs ran right out into it, and did their thing; then they headed North.
I got worried for a second, and hollered at them, A voice hollered back that it was ok. The voice belonged to my neighbor, Lisa; she was out walking her dogs. Lisa is recent to Atlanta from Minnesota. She still has her snow boots.
I am not recent from the North: I have sneakers, sandals, and a new hip. Lisa was out walking in the snow with the dogs. I was looking at the snow, the dogs, and Lisa from the front of The Love Porch, which is how I refer to the beautiful porch that is attached to my humble, and beautiful abode. Both Lisa, and my views, and both our viewpoints were beautiful.
You can't go wrong with this kind of snow, as long as you don't have to drive in it, or shovel it. Only one car drove down our street, while Lisa, and I let the dogs play.
"Four wheel drive," said Lisa. Yhen after the SUV was gone, Lisa said, "It is so quiet. Everybody is sleeping."
Atlanta loves a good reason to stay in bed, and snow is the best one we have, usually about once a year. The trash won't get picked up, today. My daughter won't go to school, today. Her mother won't go to work, today. My sons won't go to work, today. My friend, Lisa, won't have her new heart valve put in, today, like she was supposed to. I won't leave the house, today. Amber, The Good Neighbor, will get to sleep in, today.
It is a snow day in Atlanta.
----------------------------
The night before, as the snow began:
I find walking in the winter cold. down South, refreshing, if I am dressed warmly enough: Bomber Jacker or leather, over heavy black sweater, wool cap covering my head, and ears; gloves. It is snowing out there in The Atlanta Night, as I type this. I am tempted to dress up, and go out in it; not make a snowman, or to throw snowballs at cars, like I did when I was a kid, growing up in Connecticut, just to walk a bit in it, but since I have a new hip, and I need to keep the risk of falling to a minimum, I think that I will stay inside, consuming this home made chili that I just scooped into a bowl for myself.
The day before The Snow began to fall:
The dogs, and I, just took a very brisk twenty seven minute walk in our hood, with very few stops for sniffing, and pissing. I am getting good at walking Henry, the Great Dane from next door, along with my two dogs. I am inventing some voice commands that work, as we go. Everyone lost 20 lbs. on the walk, today.
I make my bed about once every two weeks, usually right after one of the cats has puked on the sheets.
In the movie Pollock, Jackson's girlfriend is criticizing work that he is doing, and he says, to her, "Why don't you paint the fucking thing?"
I don't even have to turn the vacuum cleaner on before the dogs head to the opposite end of the abode; all they have to do is see me pull it out.
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Snow Poems
Snow
Snow is falling
From the sky above
Snow is falling
Put on scarf and glove
Snow is falling
Go look outside
Snow is falling
The old landscape it hide
Snow is falling
What a beautiful sight
Snow is falling
It sparkles in the light
Snow is falling
Soft cotton wool flakes
Snow is falling
A white blanket it makes
Snow is falling
Short flowers disappear
Snow is falling
The cold is here
Snow is falling
Its time to play
Snow is falling
Lets make snowmen today.
--Carniz Fatema
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The Snow
See the snow
Its a blanket, soft and white
Falling slow
Covering the world, making it bright
Hear the snow
Crunching underneath feet
Children throw
The snow in the street
Smell the snow
The freshening scent
As the steady flow
Makes my heart content
Feel the snow
Powdery, it freezes your toes
As the blanket starts to grow
And the cold wind blows
Taste the snow
The way it makes the world look clean
Still cold though,
Makes the world, a beautiful scene
Love the snow
When I see it snowing all day
I just know
That everything is going to be okay
Lilli Singh
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Put some snow money in The Daily K Tip Jar
will you to help me keep writing, and keep
me from a "real" job!
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23 The Daily K: And the cats say, "Meow."
Up at 6:01 a.m., out of wet cat food; I put dry food in the cats' bowls, and, at first, they seemed to be fooled. Kobain caught on quick to the deal, though, but did not make a big fuss. I was thankful for this. I did not want to feel guilty about anything this early in the morning.
I am nearly out of coffee, too, which for me, is as big a catastrophe as running out of wet cat food is to my cats. Coffee, and wet cat food, are essentials in this home. I will give plasma, if I have to, to keep the wet cat food, and coffee, flowing. I wouldn't donate sperm, though, even if I could(I've had a vasectomy). I don't like the idea of a kid running around the earth that I helped create that I have no part in loving.
I saw a good movie, last night: the new True Grit film. I have never seen the old one, but I am going to seek it out now; Netflix? I usually am not much of a Jeff Bridges fan, though I did dig him in The Fabulous Baker Brothers, but he is HUGE in this movie, completely believable as an old, wise, drunk cowboy, who reluctantly tries to help a young girl find the killer of her father.
For me, a good movie, in the theater, passes by in what seems like seconds. True Grit met this mark. It made me smile a lot, and it scared me in places/made me jump out of my seat. I couldn't afford popcorn, but I wasn't all that put out by that; I have several microwave poppable bags here in the crib.
I have to thank my good friend, artist Clark Vreeland, lead singer of The Band Spanky and The Love Handles for buying me the passes that got myself, and Wayne the Computer Genius into this movie. Clark bought these tickets for me back in June, for my birthday, wanting me to/saying I had to go see The Banksy Movie, which I did, but not at the theater where he bought the passes.
"I'll get by with a little help from my friends," certainly applies here. Check out the music of Spanky and The Love Handles, and turn your computer woes over to Wayne. They are both talented mother fuckers!
I am going to an Art Opening, tonight. In the old days, I loved art openings intensely, because I knew that, most likely, there was going to be free wine there, and I was less interested than the art than I was The Free Buzz.
For a bit, I wrote art reviews, for Art Papers, one of the best Art Magazines on the planet. Mostly, I would drop LSD, drink wine, and see how the art spoke to me. Amazingly, I got some nice stream of consciousness work out of this, which the paper printed, and paid me for.
I thought that I was pretty cool, but the LSD, and the wine, finally caught up with me. I never let the writing go, though. I have written when I was a drunk mother fucker, and I have written when I was sober as hell. People have asked me if the writing was better in one stage or the other; drunk, or sober, and all I can say, brother, is that the writing has been different in each era.
The drunk writing was more angry, more accusatory, more pointing a finger at the world for my problems, for my depression, for my drunkeness, for the "fact" that EVERYBODY else was doing better than me. The drunk writing took no look at my part in things, gave NO gratitude for the good things in my life.
In less than a month, I will have been sober for 19 years. I am happy as hell about that, and very, very thankful. If I hadn't sobered up, I know that I would be dead. I had several guns pulled on me on my way to the many, many blackouts that I lived through. There may not be a God, but there sure is a Higher Power who pulled me through those many, many years of oblivion. I give thanks to him, or her, now; and give intense thanks that I am alive breathing the air of this new day.
Guide me, Lord, in thought, word, and action; thy will be done, not mine.
I just left the office, and entered my writing studio. Conveniently, and thankfully, the two are one and the same. Nathan Nelson is singing, "I could use a little pussy, and a lot of dough." He is doing this via his new cd, AMERIJUANICA, on my old jam box. I haven't smoked pot in almost two decades. I was advised that pot would lead me back to my drug of choice, which is liquor. I'm a violent blackout drunk with a tendency to break out covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells after, or during, a blackout, when ""partying" with my drug of choice. That has nothing to do with now, except that I need to remind myself, on occasion, of where I come from so that my history will not repeat itself.
I'm a pretty nice guy, these days. The only thing giving me trouble is money, or lack there of it. I'm probably not taking the right steps to make these words pay, because, come on, we all know that I am pretty fucking good at this writing thing; my problem may be that I like to write, but I don't want to deal with, or can't deal with, any of the other shit that comes along into your life when your words becomee a business.
I don't handle stress well. In fact, I am genetically programmed to be unable to handle stress.
Wah wah. I am going to quit wah wahing now. Have a brilliant day. We are both so lucky to be alive: you the reader, and I the writer. Let's treat each other with love, and respect today.
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Clark Vreeland is a very well loved and respected fixture in the New Orleans and Atlanta Arts and Music community. Born and raised in New Orleans, Clark began his musical life at the age of 12 showcasing his talents on television and local events on drums. By the time he was 15 he was playing the French Quarter strip bars and jazz clubs and added guitar to his tool bag. During the 1970’s Clark had the opportunity to work with Earl King (who was a close mentor), Lee Dorsey and Professor Longh.--Clark Vreeland Bio from ReverbNation:
"Spanky's sets are dirty blues sessions that might include a gritty, Delta-mud-between-the-toes version of Willie Dixon's "I Want to Be Loved" along with a wiggly, slide guitar rendition of the narcotic, New Orleans hymn "Junko Partner"-- Grant Britt, Creative Loafing Atlanta
Check out Spanky and The Love Handles: http://www.reverbnation.com/spankyandthelovehandles
http://www.myspace.com/spankyandthelovehandles/music
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Spanky-and-the-Love-Handles/53664759073
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If your computer is broken, or slow, you should have Wayne The Computer Genius fix it.
Wayne keeps my computer running, and he can keep yours running to. Contact him via his
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000054602155
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K Poems of the Day
Take One
I want to sneak into the movie;
steal some popcorn, go home with
the pretty girl who has the lead.
--K
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Kill A Crack Head?
Robbed.
Rubbed the wrong way.
How dare he profane my space,
not to mention walk with what
is mine.
What is yours, you start
to wonder, when someone
can kick in the back door
and take so easily
that which was close to you.
There were pictures of my kids,
when they were young,
in that laptop, and now
they are in the hands of some crack head.
Give me a gun; should I kill
for what is mine?
--K
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How many Hail Mary's?
It's not Saturday, but I keep thinking
that it is Saturday. It keeps feeling like
it is Saturday; the cats still sit
in the kitchen, waiting for their breakfast snack,
which I have forgotten to buy. Cat's can really
work you, make you feel guiltier than a Priest
pounding his pulpit on Sunday.
--K
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Up at 6:01 a.m., out of wet cat food; I put dry food in the cats' bowls, and, at first, they seemed to be fooled. Kobain caught on quick to the deal, though, but did not make a big fuss. I was thankful for this. I did not want to feel guilty about anything this early in the morning.
I am nearly out of coffee, too, which for me, is as big a catastrophe as running out of wet cat food is to my cats. Coffee, and wet cat food, are essentials in this home. I will give plasma, if I have to, to keep the wet cat food, and coffee, flowing. I wouldn't donate sperm, though, even if I could(I've had a vasectomy). I don't like the idea of a kid running around the earth that I helped create that I have no part in loving.
I saw a good movie, last night: the new True Grit film. I have never seen the old one, but I am going to seek it out now; Netflix? I usually am not much of a Jeff Bridges fan, though I did dig him in The Fabulous Baker Brothers, but he is HUGE in this movie, completely believable as an old, wise, drunk cowboy, who reluctantly tries to help a young girl find the killer of her father.
For me, a good movie, in the theater, passes by in what seems like seconds. True Grit met this mark. It made me smile a lot, and it scared me in places/made me jump out of my seat. I couldn't afford popcorn, but I wasn't all that put out by that; I have several microwave poppable bags here in the crib.
I have to thank my good friend, artist Clark Vreeland, lead singer of The Band Spanky and The Love Handles for buying me the passes that got myself, and Wayne the Computer Genius into this movie. Clark bought these tickets for me back in June, for my birthday, wanting me to/saying I had to go see The Banksy Movie, which I did, but not at the theater where he bought the passes.
"I'll get by with a little help from my friends," certainly applies here. Check out the music of Spanky and The Love Handles, and turn your computer woes over to Wayne. They are both talented mother fuckers!
I am going to an Art Opening, tonight. In the old days, I loved art openings intensely, because I knew that, most likely, there was going to be free wine there, and I was less interested than the art than I was The Free Buzz.
For a bit, I wrote art reviews, for Art Papers, one of the best Art Magazines on the planet. Mostly, I would drop LSD, drink wine, and see how the art spoke to me. Amazingly, I got some nice stream of consciousness work out of this, which the paper printed, and paid me for.
I thought that I was pretty cool, but the LSD, and the wine, finally caught up with me. I never let the writing go, though. I have written when I was a drunk mother fucker, and I have written when I was sober as hell. People have asked me if the writing was better in one stage or the other; drunk, or sober, and all I can say, brother, is that the writing has been different in each era.
The drunk writing was more angry, more accusatory, more pointing a finger at the world for my problems, for my depression, for my drunkeness, for the "fact" that EVERYBODY else was doing better than me. The drunk writing took no look at my part in things, gave NO gratitude for the good things in my life.
In less than a month, I will have been sober for 19 years. I am happy as hell about that, and very, very thankful. If I hadn't sobered up, I know that I would be dead. I had several guns pulled on me on my way to the many, many blackouts that I lived through. There may not be a God, but there sure is a Higher Power who pulled me through those many, many years of oblivion. I give thanks to him, or her, now; and give intense thanks that I am alive breathing the air of this new day.
Guide me, Lord, in thought, word, and action; thy will be done, not mine.
I just left the office, and entered my writing studio. Conveniently, and thankfully, the two are one and the same. Nathan Nelson is singing, "I could use a little pussy, and a lot of dough." He is doing this via his new cd, AMERIJUANICA, on my old jam box. I haven't smoked pot in almost two decades. I was advised that pot would lead me back to my drug of choice, which is liquor. I'm a violent blackout drunk with a tendency to break out covered in blood, and puke, in jail cells after, or during, a blackout, when ""partying" with my drug of choice. That has nothing to do with now, except that I need to remind myself, on occasion, of where I come from so that my history will not repeat itself.
I'm a pretty nice guy, these days. The only thing giving me trouble is money, or lack there of it. I'm probably not taking the right steps to make these words pay, because, come on, we all know that I am pretty fucking good at this writing thing; my problem may be that I like to write, but I don't want to deal with, or can't deal with, any of the other shit that comes along into your life when your words becomee a business.
I don't handle stress well. In fact, I am genetically programmed to be unable to handle stress.
Wah wah. I am going to quit wah wahing now. Have a brilliant day. We are both so lucky to be alive: you the reader, and I the writer. Let's treat each other with love, and respect today.
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Clark Vreeland is a very well loved and respected fixture in the New Orleans and Atlanta Arts and Music community. Born and raised in New Orleans, Clark began his musical life at the age of 12 showcasing his talents on television and local events on drums. By the time he was 15 he was playing the French Quarter strip bars and jazz clubs and added guitar to his tool bag. During the 1970’s Clark had the opportunity to work with Earl King (who was a close mentor), Lee Dorsey and Professor Longh.--Clark Vreeland Bio from ReverbNation:
"Spanky's sets are dirty blues sessions that might include a gritty, Delta-mud-between-the-toes version of Willie Dixon's "I Want to Be Loved" along with a wiggly, slide guitar rendition of the narcotic, New Orleans hymn "Junko Partner"-- Grant Britt, Creative Loafing Atlanta
Check out Spanky and The Love Handles: http://www.reverbnation.com/spankyandthelovehandles
http://www.myspace.com/spankyandthelovehandles/music
http://www.facebook.com/pages/Spanky-and-the-Love-Handles/53664759073
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If your computer is broken, or slow, you should have Wayne The Computer Genius fix it.
Wayne keeps my computer running, and he can keep yours running to. Contact him via his
Facebook page: http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000054602155
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K Poems of the Day
Take One
I want to sneak into the movie;
steal some popcorn, go home with
the pretty girl who has the lead.
--K
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Kill A Crack Head?
Robbed.
Rubbed the wrong way.
How dare he profane my space,
not to mention walk with what
is mine.
What is yours, you start
to wonder, when someone
can kick in the back door
and take so easily
that which was close to you.
There were pictures of my kids,
when they were young,
in that laptop, and now
they are in the hands of some crack head.
Give me a gun; should I kill
for what is mine?
--K
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How many Hail Mary's?
It's not Saturday, but I keep thinking
that it is Saturday. It keeps feeling like
it is Saturday; the cats still sit
in the kitchen, waiting for their breakfast snack,
which I have forgotten to buy. Cat's can really
work you, make you feel guiltier than a Priest
pounding his pulpit on Sunday.
--K
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in the refrigerator, with a donation of $10,
$20, $35 or whatever you can afford.
Donate here now www.mikelk.com
All donations of $10 or more will receive
an E-Copy of one of Mikel K's memoirs.
Wednesday, January 5, 2011
25NATE
"All of my heroes are broke and lonely."--Nathan Nelson
"Even the losers keep a little bit of pride; they get lucky some time."--Tom Petty
I don't prefer much of film over stage... The only thing I prefer is the paycheck."--Marisa Tomei
I'm ready to write the story about THE BAND, and then I put their new cd in my player; I STOP writing, and I START listening. I have heard this band many times, both live, and at The Nathan Nelson website, but fuck if I am not mesmerized by the new cd, like I am by the band, when I go watch them at The Northside Tavern on Tuesday nights.
Nathan Nelson, and His Entertainment Crackers are the best band playing music in the world, today; I shit you not. This band does what music is supposed to do: it takes you to a higher place, it takes you out of your body, and transports you to a place of incredible beauty.
Most of my interview with Nathan Nelson took place in the bathroom of The Northside Tavern, the best lit place in the very dark, and VERY smoke-filled tavern, a bathroom that Nathan described as, "The worst bathroom of them all."
"TAMMY CRUNK CROTCH," and "FOR A GOOD FUCK, GO FUCK YOURSELF," which faces you as you leave the stalls, are two of the most notable bits of graffiti to be enjoyed while you piss in the very weirdly laid out bathroom, that is painted a horrific dark green color that is densely covered in graffiti. The sink is separate from the commodes by a door, and inside the door is a stand up commode, and a sit down toilet. You can be sitting down taking a poo, and look up to see a man taking a pee. Nathan warned me that, "You never want to take a shit in there." I believe him.
Not that it has anything to do with his music, but Nathan Nelson hasn't had a haircut in 15 years. When he stands, his hair drops to the middle of his calves. When he sings, and plays guitar, with Dave Roth on bass, and Andy Tomko, on drums, known collectively as, His Entertainment Crackers, two long pony tails hang from the bar stool that Nathan sits on.
Nathan's voice is intriguing, and unique. The stories that he tells in his songs put him in the league of Jim Croce, Harry Chapin, and John Prine as a story teller, and in the league of Hank Williams Sr. as a vocalist. Nathan sings a lot about money that isn't there, and women who have left, but he does it in a very intriguing way, so that he doesn't come off as whining.
"I have to drink this liquor fast," he says from the stage between songs, "Or I won't be able to drive." The crowd laughs. This Tuesday crowd, these people who are out drinking, and smoking, on a Tuesday night, have come to see Nathan play and sing. Nobody goes out on a Tuesday night, except for hardcore drunks, or people given a great reason like Nathan Nelson, and His Entertainment Crackers.
"Drinking and driving is helping the terrorist," adds Dave Roth, from behind his bass, on the other side of the stage.
Nathan was a skate punk, when he was a kid; a skate punk, who like all the other skate punks in Smyrna, Georgi wore T Shirts that said, "Nihilist," on them, indicating the reverence that Nathan, and the other skate punks had for legendary Atlanta metal band, "Nihilist."
The kid who was a skate punk grew up to be a man who sings what he describes as, "Mississippi Delta Blues, Old Country Blues, Americana, Blue Grass, and Folk Grass."
The new cd by Nathan Roth and His Entertainment Crackers is called, "AMERIJUANACANA."
"Dave came up with that title," says Nathan with a smile. "That is a Dave Rothism." Roth is an Atlanta legend. I remember him from as far back as the band, "Insane Jane," and I know that he goes back farther in Atlanta music. Roth also plays bass in Mudcat's band, and has written a number of the songs that Nathan and His Entertainment Crackers sing.
"The songs that Dave sings are the ones that he wrote," says Nathan.
The songs that Dave sings on Tuesday nights at The Northside Tavern are bad ass, too. And so is the drummer, Andy Tomko. These three guys together blow my mind.
I ask Nathan if any of their songs are rock and roll?
"Sometimes they are, but not always," says Nathan.
Nathan gives credit to another Atlanta music legend for a great part of his success.
"I used to come down on Tuesdays, and study Bill Sheffield," says Nathan. Bill brought Nathan up to the stage with him, and eventually the Tuesday night slot at The Nortside Tavern became his. Nathan points out that getting a gig at The Northside Tavern is not an easy thing for a band to do.
Nathan also gives props to the on their way to the big time band Blackberry Smoke. The rhythm section of Blackberry Smoke grew up in Smyrna, as did Nathan, and Nathan jams around town, on occasion, with Blackberry lead singer and guitar player Charlie Starr.
What are your goals?" I ask Nathan.
"Well, my goal was to get a night at The Northside Tavern," says Nathan, "And, I guess, since I've done that I'll come up with something else."
Nathan Nelson and his Entertainment Crackers are something else. You should blow off work on a Wednesday, or go in with a hangover so that you can see them play on a Tuesday night, and buy their cd. I fucking guarantee you that you won't be disappointed.
"All of my heroes are broke and lonely."--Nathan Nelson
"Even the losers keep a little bit of pride; they get lucky some time."--Tom Petty
I don't prefer much of film over stage... The only thing I prefer is the paycheck."--Marisa Tomei
I'm ready to write the story about THE BAND, and then I put their new cd in my player; I STOP writing, and I START listening. I have heard this band many times, both live, and at The Nathan Nelson website, but fuck if I am not mesmerized by the new cd, like I am by the band, when I go watch them at The Northside Tavern on Tuesday nights.
Nathan Nelson, and His Entertainment Crackers are the best band playing music in the world, today; I shit you not. This band does what music is supposed to do: it takes you to a higher place, it takes you out of your body, and transports you to a place of incredible beauty.
Most of my interview with Nathan Nelson took place in the bathroom of The Northside Tavern, the best lit place in the very dark, and VERY smoke-filled tavern, a bathroom that Nathan described as, "The worst bathroom of them all."
"TAMMY CRUNK CROTCH," and "FOR A GOOD FUCK, GO FUCK YOURSELF," which faces you as you leave the stalls, are two of the most notable bits of graffiti to be enjoyed while you piss in the very weirdly laid out bathroom, that is painted a horrific dark green color that is densely covered in graffiti. The sink is separate from the commodes by a door, and inside the door is a stand up commode, and a sit down toilet. You can be sitting down taking a poo, and look up to see a man taking a pee. Nathan warned me that, "You never want to take a shit in there." I believe him.
Not that it has anything to do with his music, but Nathan Nelson hasn't had a haircut in 15 years. When he stands, his hair drops to the middle of his calves. When he sings, and plays guitar, with Dave Roth on bass, and Andy Tomko, on drums, known collectively as, His Entertainment Crackers, two long pony tails hang from the bar stool that Nathan sits on.
Nathan's voice is intriguing, and unique. The stories that he tells in his songs put him in the league of Jim Croce, Harry Chapin, and John Prine as a story teller, and in the league of Hank Williams Sr. as a vocalist. Nathan sings a lot about money that isn't there, and women who have left, but he does it in a very intriguing way, so that he doesn't come off as whining.
"I have to drink this liquor fast," he says from the stage between songs, "Or I won't be able to drive." The crowd laughs. This Tuesday crowd, these people who are out drinking, and smoking, on a Tuesday night, have come to see Nathan play and sing. Nobody goes out on a Tuesday night, except for hardcore drunks, or people given a great reason like Nathan Nelson, and His Entertainment Crackers.
"Drinking and driving is helping the terrorist," adds Dave Roth, from behind his bass, on the other side of the stage.
Nathan was a skate punk, when he was a kid; a skate punk, who like all the other skate punks in Smyrna, Georgi wore T Shirts that said, "Nihilist," on them, indicating the reverence that Nathan, and the other skate punks had for legendary Atlanta metal band, "Nihilist."
The kid who was a skate punk grew up to be a man who sings what he describes as, "Mississippi Delta Blues, Old Country Blues, Americana, Blue Grass, and Folk Grass."
The new cd by Nathan Roth and His Entertainment Crackers is called, "AMERIJUANACANA."
"Dave came up with that title," says Nathan with a smile. "That is a Dave Rothism." Roth is an Atlanta legend. I remember him from as far back as the band, "Insane Jane," and I know that he goes back farther in Atlanta music. Roth also plays bass in Mudcat's band, and has written a number of the songs that Nathan and His Entertainment Crackers sing.
"The songs that Dave sings are the ones that he wrote," says Nathan.
The songs that Dave sings on Tuesday nights at The Northside Tavern are bad ass, too. And so is the drummer, Andy Tomko. These three guys together blow my mind.
I ask Nathan if any of their songs are rock and roll?
"Sometimes they are, but not always," says Nathan.
Nathan gives credit to another Atlanta music legend for a great part of his success.
"I used to come down on Tuesdays, and study Bill Sheffield," says Nathan. Bill brought Nathan up to the stage with him, and eventually the Tuesday night slot at The Nortside Tavern became his. Nathan points out that getting a gig at The Northside Tavern is not an easy thing for a band to do.
Nathan also gives props to the on their way to the big time band Blackberry Smoke. The rhythm section of Blackberry Smoke grew up in Smyrna, as did Nathan, and Nathan jams around town, on occasion, with Blackberry lead singer and guitar player Charlie Starr.
What are your goals?" I ask Nathan.
"Well, my goal was to get a night at The Northside Tavern," says Nathan, "And, I guess, since I've done that I'll come up with something else."
Nathan Nelson and his Entertainment Crackers are something else. You should blow off work on a Wednesday, or go in with a hangover so that you can see them play on a Tuesday night, and buy their cd. I fucking guarantee you that you won't be disappointed.
Tuesday, January 4, 2011
22
"The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they
just make the best of everything they have."--Anonymous
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American Girl
By Tom Petty
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin'
That there was a little more to life somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl]
Well, it was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment
There he crept back in her memory
God it's so painful when something that's so close
Is still so far out of reach
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
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Were you raised on promises? Have those promises come true, and if not, who is to blame:
you, the government, evil money grubbing corporations, or as David Byrne of The Talking Heads once sang of, "The foreigners in growing numbers?"
Is there a conspiracy by an Illuminati hidden government to get rid of the middle class? Are you having trouble paying your rent, or mortgage; have you already lost your place to live? Has greed ruined us??
Are we really ruined at all, if we have the right attitude?
Promises were, maybe, made to be broken, and were we really promised anything anyway, and if we were who did the promising, and where are they now?
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Who is the man behind the microphone? His name is Nathan Nelson and he writes the best songs in the music business of anyone writing songs in the music business, today. Nathan will step out from behind the microphone, and step into The Bathroom at The Northside Tavern, and talk to Mikel K about his music, His Entertainment Crackers, and his God. Look for The Story in The Daily K in an upcoming edition of THe Bold Spicy News. Check out old Daily K's at: http://boldspicynews.com/category/entertainment/thedailyk/
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B.K.S Iyengar is considered the world's greatest living yoga master. He refined and perfected the technique of doing yoga poses that is most widely taught in the United States.
Iyengar began life as a frail and sickly child — but now, at the ripe age of 87, the yoga master can still stand on his head and hold a conversation at the same time.
(Continue story here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4979052
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fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
it killed my friend
and drummer greg psomas
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
look at that kid
with the facial tatoo
is he happy?
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
put a shotgun
in the mouth of
kurt cobain.
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin.
Words by Mikel K
Music by the mikel k band
http://www.myspace.com/mikelkband/music
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addictions
I'm addicted
to expresso
and
the smile on
my daughter's face
when
my
love
takes her shopping.
--Mikel K
"The happiest people don't have the best of everything, they
just make the best of everything they have."--Anonymous
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American Girl
By Tom Petty
Well, she was an American girl
Raised on promises
She couldn't help thinkin'
That there was a little more to life somewhere else
After all it was a great big world
With lots of places to run to
And if she had to die tryin'
She had one little promise she was gonna keep
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl]
Well, it was kind of cold that night
She stood alone on her balcony
Yeah, she could hear the cars roll by
Out on 441 like waves crashin' on the beach
And for one desperate moment
There he crept back in her memory
God it's so painful when something that's so close
Is still so far out of reach
O yeah, all right
Take it easy, baby
Make it last all night
She was an American girl
-------------------------------------------
Were you raised on promises? Have those promises come true, and if not, who is to blame:
you, the government, evil money grubbing corporations, or as David Byrne of The Talking Heads once sang of, "The foreigners in growing numbers?"
Is there a conspiracy by an Illuminati hidden government to get rid of the middle class? Are you having trouble paying your rent, or mortgage; have you already lost your place to live? Has greed ruined us??
Are we really ruined at all, if we have the right attitude?
Promises were, maybe, made to be broken, and were we really promised anything anyway, and if we were who did the promising, and where are they now?
----------------------------------------------
Who is the man behind the microphone? His name is Nathan Nelson and he writes the best songs in the music business of anyone writing songs in the music business, today. Nathan will step out from behind the microphone, and step into The Bathroom at The Northside Tavern, and talk to Mikel K about his music, His Entertainment Crackers, and his God. Look for The Story in The Daily K in an upcoming edition of THe Bold Spicy News. Check out old Daily K's at: http://boldspicynews.com/category/entertainment/thedailyk/
-----------------------------------------------
B.K.S Iyengar is considered the world's greatest living yoga master. He refined and perfected the technique of doing yoga poses that is most widely taught in the United States.
Iyengar began life as a frail and sickly child — but now, at the ripe age of 87, the yoga master can still stand on his head and hold a conversation at the same time.
(Continue story here: http://www.npr.org/templates/story/story.php?storyId=4979052
-----------------------------------------------
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
it killed my friend
and drummer greg psomas
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
look at that kid
with the facial tatoo
is he happy?
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
put a shotgun
in the mouth of
kurt cobain.
fuck heroin
fuck heroin
fuck heroin.
Words by Mikel K
Music by the mikel k band
http://www.myspace.com/mikelkband/music
--------------------------------------
addictions
I'm addicted
to expresso
and
the smile on
my daughter's face
when
my
love
takes her shopping.
--Mikel K
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