49 The Daily K: Bob Fortin. and Eric Gant
I met music entrepreneur Bob Fortin almost twenty five years ago, When I was a music writer, and Bob was manager of a very great band called, "The Grapes." To many, Bob Fortin was known, back then, as, "Bob of The Universe," a nickname given to him, he says, "by some hippy chicks from San Francisco."
Asked if he does music business with a smile, or a handshake, Bob wisely answers, "both." Over the years, Bob Fortin has shook a lot of hands, and smiled at many people in music venues across the state of Georgia, and beyond. Most of those people have smiled back at Bob, and are glad that they shook his hand, or put ink to a contract.
Bob Fortin got into the music business by accident, when an old roommate of his heard him selling food on the phone, and said that Bob should be, "selling rock and roll." Over the years Bob has booked the following venues, and bands, among many others:
Venues:
Brandy House
Fellini's Pasta
Pazzos on Lake Burton
Stone Soup
Pickle
Tumnbleweed Junction
Talent buyer for the Copper Pot restaurant/Clarksville Ga.
Habersham Winery Summer Concert Series, Helen Ga.
Past cts that Bob has managed or represented:
The Grapes
Wayside Riders
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival (An Allman Bros. Exp.) present
Eric Gant (present)
Col. Bruce Hampton
Apple Peru
Urban Shakedancers
Acts that Bob is currently representing:
Lefty Williams (present)
Revival: An Allman Brothers Experience
Eric Gant (present)
A number of years ago, Bob moved his family away from the hustle, bustle, and traffic of Atlanta to the peace and quiet of Helen, Ga. In 2004, Bob relaunched his business, Grapevine Talent, to guide the career of guitar phenomenon Lefty Williams. Bob can, once again, be seen in clubs with a clipboard in his hand, often emceeing the events that Lefty plays.
Bob started playing the trumpet when he was 8 years old, listening to his father play the guitar. Bob soon switched to guitar, himself, and was soon playing in local bands in Providence, Rhode Island. Bob says that the greatest night of music that he has ever experienced was The Grapes reunion at The Variety Playhouse in 2009. Bob says that he is most proud of his association with Lefty Williams, The Grapes, with the fact that an "old school stalwart like Col. Bruce Hampton still calls me back," and that people "like me" know what I did for musicians.
Asked if he would blow his wife and kids off to go, "On the Road," Bob says, "I would go back out on the road for the money, and the stature."
Asked what is the most important thing that a man can have, Bob answers, "a great dog."
Asked what he wants to be when he grows up, Bob Fortin answers, "A Farmer."
Lefty Williams, and Eric Gant, both hope that Bob doesn't become a farmer anytime soon, and so do a lot of other music lovers in the state of Georgia, the reason being that many, many people love Bob Fortin, and they love what he does in the music world, which is to make music happen.
Look for Bob's Rivermist Concert Series this summer, five concerts by The Chattahoochee that will be filled with Love.
www.grapevinetalent.net
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There may be no one with more integrity singing, and playing music, today, in the music business than singer, songwriter, and multi-instrumentalist Eric Gant. Eric Gant has a heart, and soul, rarely seen on a stage, as he plays his special brand of blues, funk, rock n' roll, reggae, classic country, and bluegrass. Eric can play alone, or with his band The Eric Gant Trio.
Either way, the audience is exposed to a soulful, heart moving experience. People have cried listening to Eric Gant sing; they really have. They have also laughed, and applauded, which is what you will do, if you come out
His new CD, Chalice demonstrates his ablility to make audiences laugh, cry, sing, and dance. Eric travels exstensively, rocking out with his band and performing acoustic numbers at intimate venues.
Be sure to spend the night with Eric Gant, sometime, soon; it is a night that you will never forget.
Wednesday, March 9, 2011
Thursday, March 3, 2011
46yes The Daily K: Fear and Loathing while picking flowers in Midtown
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world
straight in the eye."--Helen Keller
The dogs, and I, went out for a beautiful long walk, today, because it was Long Walk Thursday, as I call it, and because the weather outside is magnificent. At the start of our walk there are two little parks, I guess that I will call them, covered in daffodils. There is, also, a beautiful forsythia shrub in the smaller of the two parks.
Someone said yesterday how nice it is to cut some forsythia, and keep it in your house, so I thought to myself that at the end of this dog walk I am going to go get me some forsythia, and a few daffodils,
After our dog walk, I dropped the dogs back at the house, grabbed a make-shift vase, and some scissors, and headed to the mini-parks. I cut some forsythia, and was getting me a few daffodils when this lady, who reminded me of Arianna Huffington pulled up in nice car, with a cell phone to her ear, and said, in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor accent, "These are for the neighborhood."
"But I'm only taking a few," was all I could think to say.
"He is watching you, too," she said, and drove off, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man holding a cell phone staring at me from the front of his house.
That cell phone made me think that he might be calling the cops, and I certainly didn't want to go to jail for picking flowers, so I walked extra fast back to my home, which is four houses down from the parks.
You see, lady, I live in the neighborhood, too!
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Keith Richards needs $29.99 per book sold, or whatever percentage that he gets, like I need to start smoking crack. I can't afford the book, but I want to see if the book is worth a shit. The girl who showed me where the Richards book was, at in The Book Store, told me that it wasn't; she said that that Keith writes like he talks, which is to mean, I guess, that he is hard to understand. She said that she put the book down about half way through it. She also said that she wasn't much into The Stones, and that Keith didn't have help writing it, but it does say "with James Fox" on the first page.
At a penny under thirty bucks, I am not going to own my own hardcover copy any time soon, so I will just have to keep coming to the coffee shop, taking it off the shelf, and reading it while I sip on coffee, at The Bookstore. I used to work here. I have seen people camp out on these tables daily, for years at a time. Time is on my side. Time waits for no man and it won't wait for me. Keith here II come, you've got me under your thumb.
Start me up.
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The first chapter of Keith Richards' book, "Life," reminds me of the book, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," by Hunter Thompson. Maybe it's the drugs, man.
If the rest of the book is as good as the first chapter, where Keith, and Ron Woods, nearly get busted in Arkansas with a car full of drugs, then the book is worth thirty bucks. I love this jewel from chapter 1: "The choice always was a tricky one for the authorities who arrested us. Do you want to lock them up, or have your photograph taken with them...?!!"
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When I used to have major depression issues, flowers often pulled me through difficult times. I would walk the streets and pick them from folks front yards, bring them home with me, put them in a vase, and smile.
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I have two email addresses: one is mainly top secret, for close friends, and family only, and the other is open to the mass of man and women who inhabit the planet. The inhabitable e mail box has gotten out of control: all kinds of Evil Corporations, and entities that really have nothing good to offer me, have been making the box bulge with nothingness, so I have been eliminating folks. "Unsubscribe," is now my motto!
Got up at 9:01 made a brilliant cup of coffee, after feeding my unfairly meowing cats, and then discovered a brilliant day, out there, with a wonderful spring-like temperature while taking the dogs out for their morning visit. Is there anything more wonderful than being alive?
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FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Second Life Thrift Store to hold Spring Fling Open House!
Benefiting Atlanta’s homeless pets
March 12, 2011, 11 a.m.-3 p.m., Avondale Estates
Second Life, which opened January 8 in Avondale Estates to benefit Atlanta's homeless pets, will hold a Spring Fling Open House at the store on Saturday, March 12 from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. to thank its loyal customers and welcome new ones.
Second Life is an upscale thrift store that sells gently used clothing, home décor, and furniture in a boutique-style environment - offering consignment store quality at thrift store prices. Proceeds from sales are donated to animal rescue organizations to support the common mission of reducing the number of homeless pets. Donations for the store are accepted year-round during store hours and volunteers are always needed.
Founded by Tanya Mahrous Tobias and her husband Toby Tobias, their mission is to create a fun, pet-friendly shopping experience where every purchase helps give homeless pets a second chance at life. In addition, it is their goal to help educate pet owners about the importance of being responsible owners and spaying and neutering their pets. More than 80,000 pets are euthanized each year in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area due to lack of homes.
The inspiration for Second Life is Lucky, their 16-year old rescued Dalmatian who was once homeless and deemed “unadoptable” by a rescue organization. His official role now is as Chief Smile Officer and his job is to make people smile while shopping in the store.
Asked how they got started, Tanya said, “Lucky is the reason they got involved in volunteering with animal rescue and why they opened Second Life – to raise awareness that shelter pets make wonderful pets and deserve loving homes.” Toby added, “the Second Life store is just the means to raising money, but their overall goal is to be very community-focused and part of the solution - by educating the public about the importance of being responsible pet owners.”
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K Poems
And you may watch it grow with me
Someday I will plant a weeping willow tree
in a yard of a house that I am living in,
and I will watch it grow, just like I watched
my children grow, just like I am watching
my grandson grow, just like I am watching
my dogs, cats, and turtles grow.
------------------------------------------------
Because we are close
I like you, but I can't let
your opinion weigh me down.
You are only one person.
You are not God, like you
think you are. Those close
to you often think that
they can stick a knife in you
and that you are supposed to like it
because you are close.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
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No no no
You call it an election
looks like a lecture to me,
you are telling me
that your way of life is best for me.
No no no.
No no no.
I sang when the others were silent;
they were scared to be alone.
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THE VERDICT IS IN: YOU SHOULD BY A COPY OF. "THE DELIVERY GUY," 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.
YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK, NOW, BY GOING TO THIS LINK:http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
"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
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Help keep The Daily K a float by donating to The Daily K Tip Jar: www.mikelk.poet
Every donor will receive an E copy of Mikel K's memoir, "The Delivery Guy."
--------------------------------
Peace and Love.
"Never bend your head. Always hold it high. Look the world
straight in the eye."--Helen Keller
The dogs, and I, went out for a beautiful long walk, today, because it was Long Walk Thursday, as I call it, and because the weather outside is magnificent. At the start of our walk there are two little parks, I guess that I will call them, covered in daffodils. There is, also, a beautiful forsythia shrub in the smaller of the two parks.
Someone said yesterday how nice it is to cut some forsythia, and keep it in your house, so I thought to myself that at the end of this dog walk I am going to go get me some forsythia, and a few daffodils,
After our dog walk, I dropped the dogs back at the house, grabbed a make-shift vase, and some scissors, and headed to the mini-parks. I cut some forsythia, and was getting me a few daffodils when this lady, who reminded me of Arianna Huffington pulled up in nice car, with a cell phone to her ear, and said, in her best Zsa Zsa Gabor accent, "These are for the neighborhood."
"But I'm only taking a few," was all I could think to say.
"He is watching you, too," she said, and drove off, and I looked over my shoulder to see a man holding a cell phone staring at me from the front of his house.
That cell phone made me think that he might be calling the cops, and I certainly didn't want to go to jail for picking flowers, so I walked extra fast back to my home, which is four houses down from the parks.
You see, lady, I live in the neighborhood, too!
-----------------------------------------
Keith Richards needs $29.99 per book sold, or whatever percentage that he gets, like I need to start smoking crack. I can't afford the book, but I want to see if the book is worth a shit. The girl who showed me where the Richards book was, at in The Book Store, told me that it wasn't; she said that that Keith writes like he talks, which is to mean, I guess, that he is hard to understand. She said that she put the book down about half way through it. She also said that she wasn't much into The Stones, and that Keith didn't have help writing it, but it does say "with James Fox" on the first page.
At a penny under thirty bucks, I am not going to own my own hardcover copy any time soon, so I will just have to keep coming to the coffee shop, taking it off the shelf, and reading it while I sip on coffee, at The Bookstore. I used to work here. I have seen people camp out on these tables daily, for years at a time. Time is on my side. Time waits for no man and it won't wait for me. Keith here II come, you've got me under your thumb.
Start me up.
------------------------------
The first chapter of Keith Richards' book, "Life," reminds me of the book, "Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas," by Hunter Thompson. Maybe it's the drugs, man.
If the rest of the book is as good as the first chapter, where Keith, and Ron Woods, nearly get busted in Arkansas with a car full of drugs, then the book is worth thirty bucks. I love this jewel from chapter 1: "The choice always was a tricky one for the authorities who arrested us. Do you want to lock them up, or have your photograph taken with them...?!!"
-------------------------------
When I used to have major depression issues, flowers often pulled me through difficult times. I would walk the streets and pick them from folks front yards, bring them home with me, put them in a vase, and smile.
--------------------------------
I have two email addresses: one is mainly top secret, for close friends, and family only, and the other is open to the mass of man and women who inhabit the planet. The inhabitable e mail box has gotten out of control: all kinds of Evil Corporations, and entities that really have nothing good to offer me, have been making the box bulge with nothingness, so I have been eliminating folks. "Unsubscribe," is now my motto!
Got up at 9:01 made a brilliant cup of coffee, after feeding my unfairly meowing cats, and then discovered a brilliant day, out there, with a wonderful spring-like temperature while taking the dogs out for their morning visit. Is there anything more wonderful than being alive?
-------------------------------------
FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE:
Second Life Thrift Store to hold Spring Fling Open House!
Benefiting Atlanta’s homeless pets
March 12, 2011, 11 a.m.-3 p.m., Avondale Estates
Second Life, which opened January 8 in Avondale Estates to benefit Atlanta's homeless pets, will hold a Spring Fling Open House at the store on Saturday, March 12 from 11 a.m. to 3 p.m. to thank its loyal customers and welcome new ones.
Second Life is an upscale thrift store that sells gently used clothing, home décor, and furniture in a boutique-style environment - offering consignment store quality at thrift store prices. Proceeds from sales are donated to animal rescue organizations to support the common mission of reducing the number of homeless pets. Donations for the store are accepted year-round during store hours and volunteers are always needed.
Founded by Tanya Mahrous Tobias and her husband Toby Tobias, their mission is to create a fun, pet-friendly shopping experience where every purchase helps give homeless pets a second chance at life. In addition, it is their goal to help educate pet owners about the importance of being responsible owners and spaying and neutering their pets. More than 80,000 pets are euthanized each year in the greater Atlanta metropolitan area due to lack of homes.
The inspiration for Second Life is Lucky, their 16-year old rescued Dalmatian who was once homeless and deemed “unadoptable” by a rescue organization. His official role now is as Chief Smile Officer and his job is to make people smile while shopping in the store.
Asked how they got started, Tanya said, “Lucky is the reason they got involved in volunteering with animal rescue and why they opened Second Life – to raise awareness that shelter pets make wonderful pets and deserve loving homes.” Toby added, “the Second Life store is just the means to raising money, but their overall goal is to be very community-focused and part of the solution - by educating the public about the importance of being responsible pet owners.”
---------------------------------------------
K Poems
And you may watch it grow with me
Someday I will plant a weeping willow tree
in a yard of a house that I am living in,
and I will watch it grow, just like I watched
my children grow, just like I am watching
my grandson grow, just like I am watching
my dogs, cats, and turtles grow.
------------------------------------------------
Because we are close
I like you, but I can't let
your opinion weigh me down.
You are only one person.
You are not God, like you
think you are. Those close
to you often think that
they can stick a knife in you
and that you are supposed to like it
because you are close.
Fuck that.
Fuck that.
--------------------------------
No no no
You call it an election
looks like a lecture to me,
you are telling me
that your way of life is best for me.
No no no.
No no no.
I sang when the others were silent;
they were scared to be alone.
-------------------------------
THE VERDICT IS IN: YOU SHOULD BY A COPY OF. "THE DELIVERY GUY," 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.
YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK, NOW, BY GOING TO THIS LINK:http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
"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
--------------------------------
Help keep The Daily K a float by donating to The Daily K Tip Jar: www.mikelk.poet
Every donor will receive an E copy of Mikel K's memoir, "The Delivery Guy."
--------------------------------
Peace and Love.
Monday, February 28, 2011
47YES
If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will say to your mountain,"MOVE!" and it WILL move... and NOTHING will be impossible for YOU!- Matthew 17:20
I'm going to walk the dogs to get my dope. Bundy will pitch a fit while he is tied to the outside of the pharmacy, and I am scoring. He has a bad case of separation anxiety. He will cry, and scream until I get back. It makes it hard to take him anywhere.
Scout got busted for using her cell phone, to call me to bring her a homemade lunch while she was on her lunch break, at her high school, today. I would think that a teacher would have a better thing to do than take kids' phones away in the cafeteria. If she had been talking on it during math. class, I could understand her loss of it.
I'm waiting for someone to come take my wheelchair from me. I changed insurance companies for a little while, and the wheelchair company can no longer collect a three hundred dollar a month rental fee, so they want it back. What is twelve times 300; that is one expensive wheel chair that I have thought that I owned for the last year. It sat, in my way, next to my bed, and in front of my book shelves for the past year. I only used it when I was in the hospital. I'm pretty sure that I was told that I owned it. I think that the company that rents them out is a little bit crooked.
I'm eating some oatmeal with peanut butter, a pinch of salt, and half a banana, and then I am going to take the dogs for a walk. There is a bit of a chill in the air, but the sun is brilliant out there. What a wonderful day.
I need to stay close to you, so I carry this laptop everywhere that I go. I seek out wi-fi hot spots to stay at. One day, I will have an I phone or a Droid. Help me out of poverty by putting money in The K Tip Jar. Right now, I am at a bookstore re-writing my book of poems, "Someday I Will Start The Revolution." I miss you. I really do. These poems may change your life.
5 p.m. is not the time for me to walk my dogs. There are a lot of other people, probably just home from work, out there walking their dogs, and Henry, and Bundy are just not polite: barking loudly at every dog that they see, and pulling, pulling on their leashes making the walk unpleasant for me. What can you do, though, a 5 pm walk is how it turned out that our walk was to be, today, and we all survived it.
I either ate too much of my son's 22nd birthday cake, last night, at his surprise birthday party, or I ate just the right amount. I am not sure how to measure such, except by dropping blood onto a test strip, and sticking the test strip into a glucose meter, which I am about to do, right now.
My reading was 109, which is good. It was influenced by the fact that I just spent most of the last hour walking my dogs.
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K Poems
You aren't in the picture
I have the camera.
I have the film,
but something is missing.
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And a cop who isn't busting folks
A singer who is not singing
might not be a singer anymore.
A poet who is not writing
might as well get a job at the store.
----------------------------------------
Strike Out
Bowling pins drop
but not all of them.
-----------------------------------------
There is no welcome mat on the front door where I live now.I left it at the last place that I lived before: the rented house where the crack head kicked in our back door, and walked with two laptops that belonged to my kids.
There were dogs inside that house, but the intruder scared the dogs, somehow. One of the dogs is skittish to this day, or maybe she was skittish all along, and I just didn't notice it. There was a storm during the night, here, that brought branches to the ground from the big tree that sits in front of our house, near the street. There was one particularly big branch that was trying to bring down my cable wire, again.
I picked up the smaller branches, and dragged the larger branch off of the cable wire and onto the ground, cleaning up the mess like I owned the place.
The storm could have been a serial killer, out to slash my throat last night, and I wouldn't have noticed it, fast asleep in my rented apartment.
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THE VERDICT IS IN: YOU SHOULD BY A COPY OF. “THE DELIVERY GUY,” 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.
YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK, NOW, BY GOING TO THIS LINK: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
“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
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Help keep The Daily K a float by donating to The Daily K Tip Jar: http://www.mikelk.com/
Every donor will receive an E copy of Mikel K’s memoir, “The Delivery Guy.”
——————————–
If you have faith as a grain of mustard seed, you will say to your mountain,"MOVE!" and it WILL move... and NOTHING will be impossible for YOU!- Matthew 17:20
I'm going to walk the dogs to get my dope. Bundy will pitch a fit while he is tied to the outside of the pharmacy, and I am scoring. He has a bad case of separation anxiety. He will cry, and scream until I get back. It makes it hard to take him anywhere.
Scout got busted for using her cell phone, to call me to bring her a homemade lunch while she was on her lunch break, at her high school, today. I would think that a teacher would have a better thing to do than take kids' phones away in the cafeteria. If she had been talking on it during math. class, I could understand her loss of it.
I'm waiting for someone to come take my wheelchair from me. I changed insurance companies for a little while, and the wheelchair company can no longer collect a three hundred dollar a month rental fee, so they want it back. What is twelve times 300; that is one expensive wheel chair that I have thought that I owned for the last year. It sat, in my way, next to my bed, and in front of my book shelves for the past year. I only used it when I was in the hospital. I'm pretty sure that I was told that I owned it. I think that the company that rents them out is a little bit crooked.
I'm eating some oatmeal with peanut butter, a pinch of salt, and half a banana, and then I am going to take the dogs for a walk. There is a bit of a chill in the air, but the sun is brilliant out there. What a wonderful day.
I need to stay close to you, so I carry this laptop everywhere that I go. I seek out wi-fi hot spots to stay at. One day, I will have an I phone or a Droid. Help me out of poverty by putting money in The K Tip Jar. Right now, I am at a bookstore re-writing my book of poems, "Someday I Will Start The Revolution." I miss you. I really do. These poems may change your life.
5 p.m. is not the time for me to walk my dogs. There are a lot of other people, probably just home from work, out there walking their dogs, and Henry, and Bundy are just not polite: barking loudly at every dog that they see, and pulling, pulling on their leashes making the walk unpleasant for me. What can you do, though, a 5 pm walk is how it turned out that our walk was to be, today, and we all survived it.
I either ate too much of my son's 22nd birthday cake, last night, at his surprise birthday party, or I ate just the right amount. I am not sure how to measure such, except by dropping blood onto a test strip, and sticking the test strip into a glucose meter, which I am about to do, right now.
My reading was 109, which is good. It was influenced by the fact that I just spent most of the last hour walking my dogs.
----------------------------------------
K Poems
You aren't in the picture
I have the camera.
I have the film,
but something is missing.
---------------------------------------
And a cop who isn't busting folks
A singer who is not singing
might not be a singer anymore.
A poet who is not writing
might as well get a job at the store.
----------------------------------------
Strike Out
Bowling pins drop
but not all of them.
-----------------------------------------
There is no welcome mat on the front door where I live now.I left it at the last place that I lived before: the rented house where the crack head kicked in our back door, and walked with two laptops that belonged to my kids.
There were dogs inside that house, but the intruder scared the dogs, somehow. One of the dogs is skittish to this day, or maybe she was skittish all along, and I just didn't notice it. There was a storm during the night, here, that brought branches to the ground from the big tree that sits in front of our house, near the street. There was one particularly big branch that was trying to bring down my cable wire, again.
I picked up the smaller branches, and dragged the larger branch off of the cable wire and onto the ground, cleaning up the mess like I owned the place.
The storm could have been a serial killer, out to slash my throat last night, and I wouldn't have noticed it, fast asleep in my rented apartment.
----------------------------------------------------
THE VERDICT IS IN: YOU SHOULD BY A COPY OF. “THE DELIVERY GUY,” 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.
YOU CAN BUY THE BOOK, NOW, BY GOING TO THIS LINK: http://stores.lulu.com/mikelkpoet
“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
——————————–
Help keep The Daily K a float by donating to The Daily K Tip Jar: http://www.mikelk.com/
Every donor will receive an E copy of Mikel K’s memoir, “The Delivery Guy.”
——————————–
45yesThe Daily K: Fear and Loathing on The Phone By Dr. K
"Our own life has to be our message."--Thich Nhat Hanh
None of the Local Fitness Centers, that I called today, nearly 13 in all, have the Regional Sales Office phone number, or so they say. I was calling fitness centers in New Jersey, and at one location, I wound up talking to a guy in California, who mispronounced my name, but assured me that the information that I had just given him would get to the people who I wanted it to get to.
Sales is a funny game. Nobody really wants to talk to you, until you convince them that there is something in it for them; then, the bonding is immediate: you have a new friend, and both of you are happy.
My head isn't quite right, yet, this morning; it is groggy, foggy; refusing to come to a waking state. I am hoping that a large cup of coffee, a BC Powder, Martha Argerich, and a walk with the dogs will change this.
The Monster Fitness Club is giving me strong resistance to putting our swimming lessons in their pool. The last person I talked to, a woman in Membership Services, at a number in Sacramento, Calif., where The Corporate Office is located, said that we would interfere with their customers' use of the pool by giving swimming lessons in it.
I handled her objection, by saying that we would be completely unobtrusive in the one lane that we would use, to start, during off times. The women then gave me what she said was the corporate office p.o. box. Imagine that; a huge corporation making millions of dollars, and they get their mail at a p.o. box. Life never fails to amaze me. The woman would not give me the corporate office phone number. I guess these corporate officers don't want to talk to anyone!
Lousy thoughts sometimes want to push their way into my mind, when my head has awoken full of love. There is an art to keeping these bad thoughts out, that I have nearly perfected: shoo bad thoughts; shoo.
The dogs are needy this morning; they all gather about my desk, instead of doing their own thing. They seek snacks when I go into the kitchen, pats on the head when I sit at my desk. Henry had Morisson's new toy in his mouth for much of the time, the time when he is not barking at me for attention, or heading to the water bowl, or the toilet for a drink. Morisson seems to be sharing his new toy well; he is like that.
I love the fact that I have, yet again, woken up.
What do you do when you have only two hands, but there are three dogs demanding your attention?!!
Kitty Kobain will eat peanut butter mixed with oatmeal off of my knee; he won't eat plain ole peanut butter off of my knee though, but Henry will, so the peanut butter on my knee is all gone.
The dogs are napping, after our 39 minute walk. I accidentally disturbed them by mistakenly turning Rush Limbaugh on. Dear Dogs: I am most heartily sorry!
Up at 8 something: gagged on grounds at the bottom of my coffee.
Know it alls know it all; I am amazed by how self-righteous some American males get when it comes to politics: they think that they know it all, when, really, probably, none of us know anything.
I know that I have brought Henry over early to visit this morning. He was barking a tad next door, in his apartment, letting me know that he wanted to come over; and since I have no business phone calls to make this morning, I am glad to have his company. Henry fits right into the scene, here, with myself, my dogs, cats, and turtles. He is a joy to have about; except when he starts barking at people who pass by the abode, and butterflies who are sleeping.
My dog, Bundy, probably could have used stitches, recently, after being attacked by a neighborhood dog, but I didn't have the money to go to a vet, so I just prayed that his wound would heal. My prayers have been answered; Bundy's bottom lip is almost completely healed.
There are so many things that we think that we need in this existence; and then some that we really do. It is nice to have the things that we really need, and, also, nice when we realize that we do not need everything that we want.
Are you crazy if you sing Tom Petty songs to your dogs, and cats; and prance about the abode like you are Mick Jaggar? And why does the site of a pretty girl often make me want to break out into a Van Halen song, one of the ones that the band played when David Lee Roth was still in the band?
We're all Huge Superstars when we are cleaning the kitchen counter, and the animals are a captive audience, because they think that I am in the kitchen to get them a treat!!
I'm not sure if I should take my nap, and then take my bike ride; or if I should take my bike ride, and then take my nap.
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Sloan Rainwater: Ride the bike. Take the nap.
Pigpen S House: If you had a stationary bike you could take a nap while riding the bike...
I decided to take the nap first, and I feel most excellent, now, for having done so, but I am going to go to the Yoga studio for practice, before I ride my bike; before I do that, though, I am going to drink this huge cup of coffee that I have made me.
All my exercise has made me tired, but the beauty of the day makes me want to stay in it, though I know(hope and pray)that another day awaits me tomorrow.
I am trying not to overeat the chili that I made this afternoon. It is a great batch, so it is a hard thing to not eat it all. I love to overeat, and then pass out on the bed, but I, now, know that that is not good for me, so I try not to do it. I think that I should walk the dogs in order to get away from the kitchen.
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Pure Silence
If the world is about to end
I don't want to watch it end on the television
I don't want to listen to it end on the radio
I don't want Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity
or Al Bore or Obama
to tell me that it is going to end.
I want to die feeding my cats,
or taking my dogs for a walk,
oblivious to all but what I can see in front of me.
--Mikel K
"Our own life has to be our message."--Thich Nhat Hanh
None of the Local Fitness Centers, that I called today, nearly 13 in all, have the Regional Sales Office phone number, or so they say. I was calling fitness centers in New Jersey, and at one location, I wound up talking to a guy in California, who mispronounced my name, but assured me that the information that I had just given him would get to the people who I wanted it to get to.
Sales is a funny game. Nobody really wants to talk to you, until you convince them that there is something in it for them; then, the bonding is immediate: you have a new friend, and both of you are happy.
My head isn't quite right, yet, this morning; it is groggy, foggy; refusing to come to a waking state. I am hoping that a large cup of coffee, a BC Powder, Martha Argerich, and a walk with the dogs will change this.
The Monster Fitness Club is giving me strong resistance to putting our swimming lessons in their pool. The last person I talked to, a woman in Membership Services, at a number in Sacramento, Calif., where The Corporate Office is located, said that we would interfere with their customers' use of the pool by giving swimming lessons in it.
I handled her objection, by saying that we would be completely unobtrusive in the one lane that we would use, to start, during off times. The women then gave me what she said was the corporate office p.o. box. Imagine that; a huge corporation making millions of dollars, and they get their mail at a p.o. box. Life never fails to amaze me. The woman would not give me the corporate office phone number. I guess these corporate officers don't want to talk to anyone!
Lousy thoughts sometimes want to push their way into my mind, when my head has awoken full of love. There is an art to keeping these bad thoughts out, that I have nearly perfected: shoo bad thoughts; shoo.
The dogs are needy this morning; they all gather about my desk, instead of doing their own thing. They seek snacks when I go into the kitchen, pats on the head when I sit at my desk. Henry had Morisson's new toy in his mouth for much of the time, the time when he is not barking at me for attention, or heading to the water bowl, or the toilet for a drink. Morisson seems to be sharing his new toy well; he is like that.
I love the fact that I have, yet again, woken up.
What do you do when you have only two hands, but there are three dogs demanding your attention?!!
Kitty Kobain will eat peanut butter mixed with oatmeal off of my knee; he won't eat plain ole peanut butter off of my knee though, but Henry will, so the peanut butter on my knee is all gone.
The dogs are napping, after our 39 minute walk. I accidentally disturbed them by mistakenly turning Rush Limbaugh on. Dear Dogs: I am most heartily sorry!
Up at 8 something: gagged on grounds at the bottom of my coffee.
Know it alls know it all; I am amazed by how self-righteous some American males get when it comes to politics: they think that they know it all, when, really, probably, none of us know anything.
I know that I have brought Henry over early to visit this morning. He was barking a tad next door, in his apartment, letting me know that he wanted to come over; and since I have no business phone calls to make this morning, I am glad to have his company. Henry fits right into the scene, here, with myself, my dogs, cats, and turtles. He is a joy to have about; except when he starts barking at people who pass by the abode, and butterflies who are sleeping.
My dog, Bundy, probably could have used stitches, recently, after being attacked by a neighborhood dog, but I didn't have the money to go to a vet, so I just prayed that his wound would heal. My prayers have been answered; Bundy's bottom lip is almost completely healed.
There are so many things that we think that we need in this existence; and then some that we really do. It is nice to have the things that we really need, and, also, nice when we realize that we do not need everything that we want.
Are you crazy if you sing Tom Petty songs to your dogs, and cats; and prance about the abode like you are Mick Jaggar? And why does the site of a pretty girl often make me want to break out into a Van Halen song, one of the ones that the band played when David Lee Roth was still in the band?
We're all Huge Superstars when we are cleaning the kitchen counter, and the animals are a captive audience, because they think that I am in the kitchen to get them a treat!!
I'm not sure if I should take my nap, and then take my bike ride; or if I should take my bike ride, and then take my nap.
·
Sloan Rainwater: Ride the bike. Take the nap.
Pigpen S House: If you had a stationary bike you could take a nap while riding the bike...
I decided to take the nap first, and I feel most excellent, now, for having done so, but I am going to go to the Yoga studio for practice, before I ride my bike; before I do that, though, I am going to drink this huge cup of coffee that I have made me.
All my exercise has made me tired, but the beauty of the day makes me want to stay in it, though I know(hope and pray)that another day awaits me tomorrow.
I am trying not to overeat the chili that I made this afternoon. It is a great batch, so it is a hard thing to not eat it all. I love to overeat, and then pass out on the bed, but I, now, know that that is not good for me, so I try not to do it. I think that I should walk the dogs in order to get away from the kitchen.
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Pure Silence
If the world is about to end
I don't want to watch it end on the television
I don't want to listen to it end on the radio
I don't want Rush Limbaugh or Sean Hannity
or Al Bore or Obama
to tell me that it is going to end.
I want to die feeding my cats,
or taking my dogs for a walk,
oblivious to all but what I can see in front of me.
--Mikel K
Wednesday, February 23, 2011
“Sincere forgiveness isn't colored with expectations that the other person apologize or change. Don't worry whether or not they finally understand you. Love them and release them. Life feeds back truth to people in its own way and time.”--Sara Paddison
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“Most of us can forgive and forget; we just don't want the other person to forget that we forgave”--Ivern Ball
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“You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.”--Lewis B. Smedes quotes
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“Most of us can forgive and forget; we just don't want the other person to forget that we forgave”--Ivern Ball
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“You will know that forgiveness has begun when you recall those who hurt you and feel the power to wish them well.”--Lewis B. Smedes quotes
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Monday, February 21, 2011
ANGER ISSUE
“Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.”--Gautama Siddharta
"When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That's the message he is sending."—Thich Nhat Hanh
"People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar."--Thich Nhat Hanh
I own a book written by Thich Nhat Hanh called, "True Love." I often tell people about this book, and I am often showing people my copy of this book, though I will not lend it out to anyone, for fear that it would not come back to me, and all the knowledge in it would be taken from me.
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"Because you are alive, everything is possible."
— Thich Nhat Hanh
“Anger will never disappear so long as thoughts of resentment are cherished in the mind. Anger will disappear just as soon as thoughts of resentment are forgotten.”--Gautama Siddharta
"When another person makes you suffer, it is because he suffers deeply within himself, and his suffering is spilling over. He does not need punishment; he needs help. That's the message he is sending."—Thich Nhat Hanh
"People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. Out of a fear of the unknown, they prefer suffering that is familiar."--Thich Nhat Hanh
I own a book written by Thich Nhat Hanh called, "True Love." I often tell people about this book, and I am often showing people my copy of this book, though I will not lend it out to anyone, for fear that it would not come back to me, and all the knowledge in it would be taken from me.
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"Because you are alive, everything is possible."
— Thich Nhat Hanh
Saturday, February 19, 2011
44YES
It is dark, and there goes Henry, barking at The Butterflies who are asleep.
I think that even if I was a billionaire, that I would still brew my coffee at home, most of the time. Home is a great place to have your coffee. Now, as a poor boy, I buy "Joe's" coffee at TJ's, and make it mellita style. I knew that you were wondering about that. I add 2% milk to the coffee, these days. I used to always have half and half in the refridgerator, but when I decided to drop some pounds in the fat tummy, I decided that eliminating half and half would be a good idea.
This girl, who appeared to know what she was talking about, told me, the other night, that 2% milk was worse for you than whole milk, because 2% was somehow chemically processed. People are always telling me that things that I thought were good for me are not; like eggs. I was removing the yolk from my eggs, and just eating the egg whites, because that is what the dietician at my endocrinologist's office said to eat; she said that the fat in the yolk was not a good thing to eat if you were trying to lose weight. And then these other folks, arm chair experts on the internet, I will call them, said that it was best to eat the whole egg. leaving me confused.
What I need is to find some expert that tells me that it is a healthy thing to overdose on chocolate, that to pass out on your bed from eating so much of it is actually good for you.
I'm on The Love Porch cranking out great works of literature. My neighbor is playing cool music from the past: The Guess Who, James Taylor, Roberta Flack. She is cleaning, while I try to type my way into your hearts, and minds.
The dogs, hers, and mine, have all gotten real quiet. Though my neighbor's door is open, and my dogs are welcome in, they are both, Morisson, and Bundy, at my feet. I am amazed at how quiet my dogs, and hers, the great Great Danes, Henry and Anna, are when the record stops playing. (Yes she has records, and a record player, even).
"How's the cleaning going," I shout over to her, and the dogs, mine and hers, erupt. She answers, but I can barely hear her over the din of the dogs. Often, in order to preserve, peace in this world, to maintain a calm, you must keep your mouth shut.
I see a man and woman somewhere, probably in a house, on a farm. The woman leaves the door to the house wide open, so that anyone could come in. The man sits at a table typing; he has a gun nearby; out of site. They both believe in freedom, just view it in different ways. The differences make the relationship pleasant.
Cars drive by, and see the man typing. Most of them don't notice him, but people travel from the other side of the world, also, to see that man on that porch.
It is 10:20 p.m. and I have accepted a nice cup of coffee from my neighbor. At first I said no because of the time, but then I said fuck it, yes I want it; I want to stay up all night; I want this day to never end.
My neighbor said that she would drink it, and I said I told her that I was just giving her a hard time: you can't have it, it's mine.
This day was so normal. I went to The Evil Dept. Store with my neighbors, and had coffee with my neighbors at The Satanic Coffee Shop in The Bohemian part of town. I laughed. I farted. I walked the dogs. I ate. I experienced this incredibly beautiful thing called LIFE. Let's hear it for life. I'm glad as hell that I am alive, aren't you?
I just scored some blueberries at The Farmer's Market, and some chickens died for me, so that I could bring home some spicy Italian chicken sausage. Tom Petty is singing, "Free Falling," from my neighbor's stereo. I have just drank a cold hot tea with milk. I was too lazy to take the tea in from The Love Porch to The Microwave Oven, and warm it.
It's another beautiful day, here in Paradise. Paradise is in your head. If you are feeling good, Paradise is wherever you are at.
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Up at seven. You are not broke if you spend your money on traveling; you will always have the wealth of your experiences. I have traveled from one side of this city to the other. I know it like the back of my hand. It is my land.
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I forgot to feed the cats; oh no, I forgot to feed the cats; will they ever forgive me?!
Jaggar, and Kobain sleep with me, each on one side, Kobain next to my ribs, Jaggar out of reach of my hands. When I rise, they run to their food bowls, and stand at attention next to them. Kobain will stand there all day, until he gets fed his morning wet food snack. Jaggar is more nonchalant; he has better things to do with his time, than protest.
Well, the cats have been fed, and Kobain got to share in my morning sandwich, so I am going to go back to bed, and get some more beauty sleep; Lord knows I need it!
It is dark, and there goes Henry, barking at The Butterflies who are asleep.
I think that even if I was a billionaire, that I would still brew my coffee at home, most of the time. Home is a great place to have your coffee. Now, as a poor boy, I buy "Joe's" coffee at TJ's, and make it mellita style. I knew that you were wondering about that. I add 2% milk to the coffee, these days. I used to always have half and half in the refridgerator, but when I decided to drop some pounds in the fat tummy, I decided that eliminating half and half would be a good idea.
This girl, who appeared to know what she was talking about, told me, the other night, that 2% milk was worse for you than whole milk, because 2% was somehow chemically processed. People are always telling me that things that I thought were good for me are not; like eggs. I was removing the yolk from my eggs, and just eating the egg whites, because that is what the dietician at my endocrinologist's office said to eat; she said that the fat in the yolk was not a good thing to eat if you were trying to lose weight. And then these other folks, arm chair experts on the internet, I will call them, said that it was best to eat the whole egg. leaving me confused.
What I need is to find some expert that tells me that it is a healthy thing to overdose on chocolate, that to pass out on your bed from eating so much of it is actually good for you.
I'm on The Love Porch cranking out great works of literature. My neighbor is playing cool music from the past: The Guess Who, James Taylor, Roberta Flack. She is cleaning, while I try to type my way into your hearts, and minds.
The dogs, hers, and mine, have all gotten real quiet. Though my neighbor's door is open, and my dogs are welcome in, they are both, Morisson, and Bundy, at my feet. I am amazed at how quiet my dogs, and hers, the great Great Danes, Henry and Anna, are when the record stops playing. (Yes she has records, and a record player, even).
"How's the cleaning going," I shout over to her, and the dogs, mine and hers, erupt. She answers, but I can barely hear her over the din of the dogs. Often, in order to preserve, peace in this world, to maintain a calm, you must keep your mouth shut.
I see a man and woman somewhere, probably in a house, on a farm. The woman leaves the door to the house wide open, so that anyone could come in. The man sits at a table typing; he has a gun nearby; out of site. They both believe in freedom, just view it in different ways. The differences make the relationship pleasant.
Cars drive by, and see the man typing. Most of them don't notice him, but people travel from the other side of the world, also, to see that man on that porch.
It is 10:20 p.m. and I have accepted a nice cup of coffee from my neighbor. At first I said no because of the time, but then I said fuck it, yes I want it; I want to stay up all night; I want this day to never end.
My neighbor said that she would drink it, and I said I told her that I was just giving her a hard time: you can't have it, it's mine.
This day was so normal. I went to The Evil Dept. Store with my neighbors, and had coffee with my neighbors at The Satanic Coffee Shop in The Bohemian part of town. I laughed. I farted. I walked the dogs. I ate. I experienced this incredibly beautiful thing called LIFE. Let's hear it for life. I'm glad as hell that I am alive, aren't you?
I just scored some blueberries at The Farmer's Market, and some chickens died for me, so that I could bring home some spicy Italian chicken sausage. Tom Petty is singing, "Free Falling," from my neighbor's stereo. I have just drank a cold hot tea with milk. I was too lazy to take the tea in from The Love Porch to The Microwave Oven, and warm it.
It's another beautiful day, here in Paradise. Paradise is in your head. If you are feeling good, Paradise is wherever you are at.
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Up at seven. You are not broke if you spend your money on traveling; you will always have the wealth of your experiences. I have traveled from one side of this city to the other. I know it like the back of my hand. It is my land.
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I forgot to feed the cats; oh no, I forgot to feed the cats; will they ever forgive me?!
Jaggar, and Kobain sleep with me, each on one side, Kobain next to my ribs, Jaggar out of reach of my hands. When I rise, they run to their food bowls, and stand at attention next to them. Kobain will stand there all day, until he gets fed his morning wet food snack. Jaggar is more nonchalant; he has better things to do with his time, than protest.
Well, the cats have been fed, and Kobain got to share in my morning sandwich, so I am going to go back to bed, and get some more beauty sleep; Lord knows I need it!
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