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I haven’t done one of these in about 10,000 years, so let’s get this show on the road.


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I am kind of freaking out right now.  At the age 5, I was enrolled in 1st grade, at which time I was swiftly and truly schooled by my classmates.  I was not normal.  Period.  I wasn't allowed to dance to music like I'd always done before, without getting called names and being laughed at.  My teacher gave me a time out for not being able to recite ( Read more... )

I'm not certain how old I was, but it had to be somewhere near the age of three. We were living in a small single-wide trailer somewhere in Buncombe County, North Carolina, the Parental Units and I. I'm thinking this was when the Mother Unit had a second shift job. Maybe it was a third shift. Not clear on that. What I do remember for certain ( Read more... )

About the same time I was experiencing the terror of the shadows in the hall, I began seeing or hearing (or both) something that I called “beezers”.  As I lay in my crib, I would look up, thinking I would see swarms circling over my head.  I could hear them.  They sounded like a swarm of bees.  I don’t recall anything bad ever happening to me, and ( Read more... )

I think I remember something that happened when I was still in my crib.

I remember standing against the crib, my hands wrapped around the protective slats/bars/whatever they’re called.  It was night, and it was dark in my room.  But something, or someone, was walking down the hall to the room I was in, and I was terrified.  I think I was in ( Read more... )

It is cloudy today.  I don’t know how long it will last, so I’m looking out the window occasionally to enjoy the lack of sun.  Smidgen and Toby are here with me on the bed.  I am rifling through a couple of old Shriekback articles I need to transcribe, whilst following various news sources concerning the chaos on several continents, mainly the Gaza ( Read more... )

The song is playing on my iTunes right now. It takes me back to an Alban Hefin where I followed a young harpist out into the countryside of the night to steal kisses and reveal secrets. All I could feel were his calloused fingers entwined in mine, his gentle Scottish lips touching my own Welsh ones. Under a canopy of stars that seemed endless ( Read more... )

Before there was The Pit, there was a department at BMG Entertainment called Quality Assurance. We were a very small department, comprised of Rick (the Classic Rocker Dude), Timothy (one of my best friends of all time), and myself (weirdo Gothic chick). Both Rick and Timothy were proficient guitar players and knew a lot of the songs from the 70s ( Read more... )

I never go through a Thanksgiving without thinking of the return letter Todd and I got in the mail while still working for the Readers Digest division of BMG. It was written phonetically by an obviously non-native English speaker. I remember it perfectly and transcribe it here for you.

I do not laik musick in mai laif. I hef beth laif in trable ( Read more... )