Working my way through my Rock is Undead playlist. The Doors’ live performance of “Build Me a Woman” popped up on my way back home from work. I’d heard the song before, but NOT this live version.
OMG. He broke the profanity barrier. I can only imagine how controversial it must have been THEN. I knew he had some other lewd or outrageous stuff, like their cover of “Gloria,” and the uncut version of “The End.” But this was just BEYOND. Demeaning the audience, etc.
Not complaining. Just a bit surprised. But I definitely felt self-conscious at red lights, wondering if any of it could be heard through my windows.
Really, it shouldn’t seem all THAT shocking, given that he’s the same artist who faked exposing himself onstage. Assuming it WAS fake. Accounts seem ambiguous.
The best bit I heard about that was Ray Manzarek’s having been questioned, and his response. They asked if he had, in fact, seen Morrison’s “organ” that night. “No, but I play the organ,” he supposedly answered. Great quip, coming from a keyboardist.
Trying to make it through the end of the playlist before heading off to bed, to read more spicy fiction. Nevermore Bookstore by Kerrigan Byrne & Cynthia St. Aubin.
****MILD SPOILERS AHEAD****
But they are all from the outset, not really once the action gets going.
A fun one about a woman with a chronic illness who took over a bookstore formerly run by her aunt, once her aunt had passed. She hasn’t been able to track down any paperwork proving she now owns the building OR the apartment above the shop, and peeps are coming out of the woodwork seemingly trying to frighten or hurt her. And the sheriff’s wealthy mother has her heart set on pulling the rug out from under her.
Dual POV between her and a man she knows only as “Fox,” who has been phoning in orders for books, calling the store once a week. When someone breaks into the shop while they’re on the phone, he dials 911 anonymously from a sat phone, and rushes to her side, even though he’s got no vehicle and is three hours away on foot, up in the mountains, living outdoors.
Really been enjoying it. A few typos here and there, but I’m not immune to those, myself. The characters are so richly layered. Great representation of chronic illness and ADHD, and PTSD. And grief, and anxiety, even if the authors never come out and name the anxiety as a condition had by anyone. They don’t have to. It’s palpable by gestures, dialogue, and reactions.
I guess there are times when someone comments Cady is exhibiting behaviors that signal she’s uncomfortable. But that’s about it. Just a recitation of her tells. Much more interesting to read, than “she felt ______.” Will have to bear all that in mind with my own writing. Showing not telling, as they say.
And the interior monologue of someone else’s tells, is just as revelatory about the one observing them, as the character being observed. What you notice says a lot about you.
ALMOST to the end of the playlist. There was just one song that struck me as a little maybe metal-er than I usually listen to, but I’ll try it a few more times, before I consider editing or kicking anything out.
Last track. The final “Cry Little Sister” cover. Carfax Abbey is the name of the band– a reference to the Dracula novel, by Bram Stoker. Good times.
EDIT TO ADD: I just wanted to share this SOMEWHERE in tonight’s post… evidently there was a novel adapted from the screenplay to The Lost Boys, now outrageously rare and expensive. I think if I acquired one, I’d be scared to crack it open! Like over $200 each, for a paperback. BUT, someone commented on tumblr that in the book, David catches Michael once his grip on the underside of the railroad bridge slips, and he begins falling through the mist/fog. The tumblr user THEORIZED that it only made sense that David would have been the one to throw Michael down on the bed, in a sexy sprawl, shifting in his sleep, as though still falling/flying.
Put that in your proverbial pipe and smoke it!
I didn’t get a photo of me in today’s fit, but I felt SUPER cute today. Rockin’ a pretty blouse in shades of blues and purples, with a purple cardigan, light-wash jeggings, sparkly shoes, and a sparkly necklace. And I did smoky eyes in brown (even if now I could go back to black, since it would contrast less with black hair than it did with my previous blonde). And iridescent tinted lip balm, with a purple-ish hue to it.
I feel like the shorter length of the cardigan, combined with the flattering stretch of the jeggings, made the most of my shape, today. Still a work in progress, though I suppose a body always is.
As promised, here is the veggie/seasonings/bacon/hot sauce mix I ate over toast, last night and tonight. I had it with a couple scrambled eggs and toast for breakfast, this morning. SO so good.
Sweet onion, yellow, red, and orange sweet peppers, parsley, spinach, tomatoes, bacon pieces, Diablo and Fire sauce (from the bottles this time, not the cursed “sauce drawer”), pink Himalayan salt and black pepper, all cooked up in butter. Will definitely have to remember this, the next time I have any extras from making loaded street tacos.
All hail the Lizard King! And with that, fare thee well, until the morrow.
All the Bright and Sparkly Things 
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