Archive for August, 2008

Goodbye Youth, Melissa Ferrick

Posted in Melissa Ferrick on August 31, 2008 by boychick1

Of course I am beyond thrilled that Melissa is releasing a new album – with so many of the great new songs she’s been playing. It’s really nice of her to start the tour on my birthday September 10th. But just to clarify it’s not goodbye to my youth, as I am still younger then Madonna & Michael Jackson. Besides I shall forever remain hideously immature. But enough on that.

This arrived via her newsletter to my e-mail box…

“Goodbye Youth” Melissa’s ninth studio album hits the streets on September 16 (Right On Records). Laid down in a single day during her near-constant tour schedule, “Goodbye Youth” marks a departure from the music she wrote and arranged with a team of accomplished musicians on her previous effort. It is perhaps her most intimate, stripped-down album to date. Melissa channeled her rock spirit into a fresh acoustic idiom with the assistance of engineer Scott Norton.”

Goodbye Youth is available at iTunes September 16, 2008
and on her tour that starts at the Bowery Ballroom in New York on September 10, 2008.

Ms. Melissa Ferrick will be in MICHIGAN playing two engagements…

Thursday October 23, 2008 at the Intersection in Grand Rapids
Friday October 24, 208 at The Ark in Ann Arbor

And I’ll see you there! I have not been to the Intersection yet but The Ark is just a terrific place to see a concert and Ann Arbor is uberCool and fun.

She has some cuts of her new songs up on her My Space page – go give Hypocrite & John’s Field a listen. You can also catch her fall tour schedule there.


Who Does She Think She Is?

Posted in Documentaries on August 29, 2008 by boychick1

Wow…I saw this mentioned on a friend’s blog.

I want to see THIS NOW!

Go check it out (get back to me, doesn’t it look fantastic).


Miller Williams

Posted in On Poetry on August 28, 2008 by boychick1

Miller Williams is the father of one of my favorite singer/songwriters Lucinda Williams.

His poem seems very appropriate for this week, as we are all enjoying the message, the energy of the Democratic National Convention.

He read this poem at President Clinton’s Inauguration.

Of History and Hope

We have memorized America,
how it was born and who we have been and where.
In ceremonies and silence we say the words,
telling the stories, singing the old songs.
We like the places they take us. Mostly we do.
The great and all the anonymous dead are there.
We know the sound of all the sounds we brought.
The rich taste of it is on our tongues.
But where are we going to be, and why, and who?
The disenfranchised dead want to know.
We mean to be the people we meant to be,
to keep on going where we meant to go.

But how do we fashion the future? Who can say how
except in the minds of those who will call it Now?
The children. The children. And how does our garden grow?
With waving hands-oh, rarely in a row-
and flowering faces. And brambles, that we can no longer allow.

Who were many people coming together
cannot become one people falling apart.
Who dreamed for every child an even chance
cannot let luck alone turn the doorknobs or not.
Whose law was never so much of the hand as the head
cannot let chaos make its way to the heart.
Who have seen learning struggle from teacher to child
cannot let ignorance spread itself like rot.
We know what we have done and what we have said,
and how we have grown, degree by slow degree,
believing ourselves toward all we have tried to become-
just and compassionate, equal, able, and free.

All this in the hands of children, eyes already set
on a land we never can visit-it isn’t there yet-
but looking through their eyes, we can see
what our long gift to them may come to be.
If we can truly remember, they will not forget.

Min Pin Mamas & Clan of Corgis…

Posted in Personal ramblings on August 27, 2008 by boychick1

Forgive me, Ms. peacefulness and light is going to digress into sarcasm and snarkiness – here’s the dark side.

Online dating (oops let me make that attempts to date online) sigh…

Dear Min Pin Mamas & Clan Of Corgis — the Team of Tollers, Oddles of Otter Hounds…

Yes I do realize I have a number of dogs myself and that I am a dog trainer and behaviorist but really…

I don’t want to date your 16 Chihuahuas,

Or your four Corgis,

Or feel my love surrounded by loads of Labradors.

I love animals, I do, but please don’t send me any more messages about your gaggles of greyhounds or photos of your pack of Pekingnese. I’d like a conversation that does not begin with “Pookie did something so cute…”.

I would like, you see, to date YOU not your dogs and I really talk to enough animals already.

Fortunately other approaches to dating have proven far more productive then the on-line hell of, a.k.a. “divas with” or spontaneous wrestling matches at softball games.

I go to the dog park…

Nah not really, well I do go the dog park but that place is dangerous every woman there looks like a dyke, it’s the land of Keen sandals and oversize t-shirts. Confusing. Clearly I am not the only one living with gay myths and stereotypes – just look at Susan Norfleet (she’s so damn funny)!

(last night I went to bed with the sound of coyotes howling – it was beautiful and also eerie, the wildness of the sound made my heart race. And I live in the scary suburbs). It scared my little “bliss-ster meister half to death, poor baby, mama will protect you”. Oops, oops, OOPS!

Say YES to your life, to joy!

Posted in Personal ramblings on August 26, 2008 by boychick1

I ran across this quotation in Patti Digh’s wonderful book “Life Is A Verb” – it bears repeating, embracing, carving into the marble of our lives.

“The trick is not how much pain you feel but how much joy you feel. Any idiot can feel pain. Life is full of excuses to feel pain, excuses, excuses not to live, excuses, excuses, excuses.”

-Erica Jong

I seem to have less time to post, this time of year does grow busy for me and I am busy too personally — saying yes, yes, yes.

Look for yellow or just wear a whole aura of yellow!

Let’s all “grow down” with the wide eyed optimism of a child in this wondrous world.


Sunday Night Rerun…’cause I’m too tired for a new season today.

Posted in My Poetry/prose on August 25, 2008 by boychick1

A River Of Memories Carry Me.
Can a river
of my rushing,
crashing thoughts carry me forward.

I ask-
will I
ever learn
to live in the moment,

l o n g e r

than I do
these memories.

The river
of my life flows forward.

and out,
in spite of,
over, over, ever over.


Banks of my soul have been acted upon.

shores of
your affects.

Here and there
in places still,
discovering still,
that I have not found yet today, not yet.

I reach for
the smoothing, soothing
c u rv e
of your hip

but the moment
only the chill
of loss,
of remembrances,
and reverence for
a love of gentle places.


Life Is A Verb.

Posted in On Writing, Personal ramblings on August 22, 2008 by boychick1

I am really crazy about Patti Digh’s book and blog — so I sent a submission to her and she published it! So if you follow this LINK you can see what I submitted to her wonderful blog called 37 days.

Was really hoping she’d publish my submission as I wanted to make a gift of her book to an important person in my life, and now I can as another copy is on the way.