"We're going out where the sands are turning to gold."
Such a sad song with some vivid imagery.
Follow your muse...
The 80s weren't kind; he got into some trouble with drugs and booze, but recovered to become one of Ringo's early All Starr Band members in the 90s. He was an in-demand session musician in the 00s for the Red Hot Chili Peppers, Norah Jones, Johnny Cash, and the Funk Brothers. He even made an appearance on American Idol!
Billy battled personal demons throughout his life, and... can't we just let people be who they are? He remained firmly in the closet his whole life and died of kidney disease in 2006.
With someone larger than life, how do you gain a new perspective? Take one slice and look at that.
I often joked in the past that Madonna was the patron saint of repressed Catholic school girls everywhere. And like her, I'm a Michigan-born Catholic who had to deal with a stern father. I reacted to her self-confessional songs on True Blue and Like a Prayer exactly because of that. While she rebelled against the patriarchal rigidity of Catholicism and questioned its teachings, she still longed to embrace what the Church had to offer.
And yet, by following the teachings of the Catholic church and marrying Sean Penn, she did not get that love and protection in return, as she confessed in Til Death Do Us Part. Family conflict in the song Oh Father. At the time Like a Prayer was released, I was with someone who wanted to wait until marriage to consummate our relationship. I was surprised to realize I didn't, ready to express myself with someone whom I trusted with my body, heart, and soul, feeling it was not a sin.
Sexual freedom came late, but it still came for me in 1989.
Madonna went on to explore other avenues in the 90s, playing a 40s-era baseball player, a dominatrix, Evita, and embracing new age electronica. She's recently released Confessions II, her most celebrated album in nearly 30 years. But it's still her self-confessional period of the late 80s and early 90s that I loved her best.
Happy birthday.
Ol' timey bluegrass
D-day at the cottage
We are going up in the air by about 4 feet. It may not feel significant, but there's peace of mind knowing we are protecting our asset. That means the crawl space will legit be a basement, although smaller than the typical basement. Dave the Builder is going to clean the space up, square it off with concrete, build up the foundation, and then apply a thick liner that will protect the space from future flooding. Our plan for the space is to have everything neatly stored in totes so that when it happens again, it's a matter of hauling the totes out and simply putting them on higher ground. That means snowmobile suits, the Christmas tree, even extra blankets, have their place.
And, DtB is going to salvage what he can from the house, like the pine boards, so we can have an accent wall to remember the old place by. He's even going to try to salvage the windows, esp. the large picture window in the kitchen area.
"We're going out where the sands are turning to gold." Such a sad song with some vivid imagery.