as far back as you can go
Being frighteningly awesome, petite_madame was kind enough to include my story Last Day on Earth in her calendar wallpaper project, and hence made some most-amazing art!
It is REALLY FREAKIN GOOD, too. I cannot easily put words to how good! And putting words to things is generally my raison d'etre. Go check out the art, and make sure you tell her about the awesomeness.
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Couple of days ago, my buddy who is a former rock n roll roadie gave me 10 CDs jam-packed with Beatles bootlegs, including such marvels as Ringo Starr's privately recorded birthday message for John in the '70s, and the Get Back session demos, when "I've Got a Feeling" was still two songs and "Jealous Guy" was "Child of Nature." I was listening to I'll Be on My Way, an early Lennon/McCartney track that they gave to Billy J. Kramer and never released on an album until 1994, and I actually kinda teared up, like it was the first time or something. Just those voices together again, and it feels exactly the same as coming home.
Sometimes I think I should give the Beatles up for a couple of years, restrict myself from them (no more watching every video on youtube, no more putting on 'Abbey Road' when it's cold and rainy, no more nights of weed and 'Yellow Submarine' or ketamine and 'Magical Mystery Tour'), if only so that I could have time to miss them, and come back to them. But then I contemplate a year or two without the Beatles in my life, and my blood, it chills.
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On the baseball front, I keep telling myself that last year at this time, the Giants were six and a half games out, and that worked out okay. Of course last year was an insane magical time of joy and glory forever, and also we had Buster then. My hopes remain eternally high, however. I didn't know that it would feel like this, that once your team has won it all, you have a whole year of grace in which, no matter how bad things get, you are still the champions of the world. Can't take that away.
Will Barry Zito ever again pitch in a San Francisco Giants uniform? Man oh man. Don't think me faithless, but jesus christ, I hope not.
It is REALLY FREAKIN GOOD, too. I cannot easily put words to how good! And putting words to things is generally my raison d'etre. Go check out the art, and make sure you tell her about the awesomeness.
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Couple of days ago, my buddy who is a former rock n roll roadie gave me 10 CDs jam-packed with Beatles bootlegs, including such marvels as Ringo Starr's privately recorded birthday message for John in the '70s, and the Get Back session demos, when "I've Got a Feeling" was still two songs and "Jealous Guy" was "Child of Nature." I was listening to I'll Be on My Way, an early Lennon/McCartney track that they gave to Billy J. Kramer and never released on an album until 1994, and I actually kinda teared up, like it was the first time or something. Just those voices together again, and it feels exactly the same as coming home.
Sometimes I think I should give the Beatles up for a couple of years, restrict myself from them (no more watching every video on youtube, no more putting on 'Abbey Road' when it's cold and rainy, no more nights of weed and 'Yellow Submarine' or ketamine and 'Magical Mystery Tour'), if only so that I could have time to miss them, and come back to them. But then I contemplate a year or two without the Beatles in my life, and my blood, it chills.
*
On the baseball front, I keep telling myself that last year at this time, the Giants were six and a half games out, and that worked out okay. Of course last year was an insane magical time of joy and glory forever, and also we had Buster then. My hopes remain eternally high, however. I didn't know that it would feel like this, that once your team has won it all, you have a whole year of grace in which, no matter how bad things get, you are still the champions of the world. Can't take that away.
Will Barry Zito ever again pitch in a San Francisco Giants uniform? Man oh man. Don't think me faithless, but jesus christ, I hope not.