Book to read...

"By Grand Central Station I Sat Down and Wept"

By Elizabeth Smart.

Funny how things go.
Time has taken on a life of its own and flies by with precipitous speed.
Where is everyone?
Where has everyone gone?

Getting old is not fun.

These Days...

I've been out walking
I don't do too much talking
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot to do
And all the times I had the chance to.

I've stopped my rambling,
I don't do too much gambling
These days, these days.
These days I seem to think about
How all the changes came about my ways
And I wonder if I'll see another highway.

I had a lover,
I don't think I'll risk another
These days, these days.
And if I seem to be afraid
To live the life that I have made in song
It's just that I've been losing so long.

I've stopped my dreaming,
I won't do too much scheming
These days, these days.
These days I sit on corner stones
And count the time in quarter tones to ten.
Please don't confront me with my failures,
I had not forgotten them.


- Nico -

The TRUTH....

We are all doomed.

Why does no one ask about the Amchitka blasts anymore???

It’s all about the AXIS, people, the AXIS!!

A Golden Voice

Once,as a young sprout, I had the opportunity to sing with my school choir.
I never thought that i possessed much of what one would call 'a voice' but the music teacher had decided that what emanated from my throat was the next thing to godliness and so he insisted that I join the group and sing (or God knows what would happen to me).
He seemed to be of the belief that I could hit a high note when required and immediately switch to a low one when also required.  "A natural" he would scream.
I didn't think of myself as being a natural at anything more than finding new and innovative ways to consume chips and dip but he seemed to believe otherwise.
And so my parents consented to allowing Mr. Ferguson to turn me into the next Robert Merril (or, God forbid, Beverley Sills!).
At first, needless to say, I was mortified.  I was a pre-teen whose idols were James Bond, Batman and Godzilla (not necessarily in that order) and suddenly I was being told to join what was for all intents and purposes the "gayest" of all possible endeavors - SINGING IN THE SCHOOL CHOIR!!!!.

What to do?

Play dead under the covers and hope that school in its entirety would just go away?
Not practical.
Start coughing and engaging in convulsions that would surely appear realistic as I'd recently seen them performed the same way in the latest Hammer horror film at the local theater?
Didn't work.

And so having been abandoned by the gods I ended up in the school choir!!!

Sang my little head off.

We won the Kiwanas Festival that year.

UNBELIEVABLE!!!


I'm still waiting for my recording contract.

Revelation....

It turns out that there really are things that go bump in the night.

And some of them are not very friendly.

Apologies to Mr. N.