This weekend is the 40th anniversary of the fall of Saigon, or the liberation, depending on context. There is so much sadness and devastation leading up to that moment, I cannot even begin to touch on it. I will just say that the evacuations had begun a month or so prior. President Ford appproved a plan to remove most Americans, leaving only 1250, enough to be evacuated in one day. He spent the rest of the time, until the city was captured, evacuating Vietnamese refugees. American planned to help refugees of war till the last possible minutes, that is amazing.
I find the history so compelling, because it was so very recent. Only 40 years ago.
And on another note, it happened DAYS after the first Ramones record came out.
I am having a hard time reconciling this time line.
“Compassion is the understanding of the lack of
understanding. It takes a tremendous amount of clarity, strength and spiritual
maturity to practice genuine compassion.
offered from a place of true compassion is not personal; it is transpersonal,
non-dual quality that emanates from the depths of one’s being. The
spiritually-awakened heart practices unconditional compassion which expresses
exactly as it needs to – tough love at times, soothing, comforting love at
others. But love is always the view, the motive, the practice.” From the agape
this a week or so ago and then began my week of really big feelings, the kind
that rattle every nerve ending till it is raw and fiery, where you whole body
is uncomfortable and all you want is a way out because the way though seems unbearable.
I wanted to do any thing to relieve me of the ouchy itchy buzzy adrenaline-y,
sensations of fear, anger, pain and trauma. Gross. I went to 7 eleven, a place I rarely enter, and
craved the neon pink doughnuts, the greasy fried crispy sandwiches, the chips, the
sugar, the candy, the soda, the shitty chocolate, more chips, and the gambling, anything to fix me, to make me feel better (ha!), to take away my pain. Somehow I walked out with just a one dollar lotto ticket. Next I tried
obsessive thinking, spinning out on figuring a way out of having to feel
anything by fixing everything. Since that is impossible, It did not work it just
feel more adrenaline-y and brutal.
after getting some help to ground myself I somehow moved through all of those
feelings without stuffing or fixing and got peace in the other side. I’d been
wrestling with something for a while and all of a sudden I had clarity and guidance.
I was laid up in the fetal position for a bit, recovering from all the popping
off of electrical impulses in my body, but I got through. You can too. Why is
it so hard to just feel things sometimes?
I was left with the answer that the high road is always the way to go, that the
low road promises immediate gratification, but often fail to deliver and even
if it does give immediate satisfaction, it is never gives long term peace and
happiness. And isn’t peace and happiness what we are seeking in the end? I
write this to remind myself.
it is really hard to get to love, but it is always worth the struggle.
Ramones first record just had its 40th anniversary. Henry Rollins
was talking about it today on the radio. It was great to hear those songs. It
reminded me why I wanted/want to be in a band. It reminded me why music is
amazing. It reminded me of that unnamable feeling/energy of the first time you
hear a mind blowing song.
best part of the article was when Henry mentioned that the record only went
gold two years ago, which means that it only sold 500,000 copies as of
recently. He spoke about how shocking that was, how he imagined that everyone
had that record. I guess I thought that too, but it is so refreshing to hear
that not everyone has it, that it really is a privileged bunch who knew about
it. Of course I wished the band all the success and exposure and financial gain
they deserved, that is besides the point. The point is that not everyone knows
about this gem. It really was the sublime magnificent underground, like wearing yellow fishnet stockings with an MC jacket on a freezing night so cold it hurts your nose to breathe and all you care about is the sound and you feel like you would die for it and you just need to get there and see them and hear them....Despite
all the good or bad bands that think they are/were punk and think that punk “broke” the
mainstream, some good part never did. Little victory for us with good taste. btw, LA Peeps, I am playing with my band OSO My Brain, tonight, friday april 29th at Taix 1911 Sunset blvd, in echo park at 10pm. See you there...
life is so good. i am so busy. i miss writing everyday and being with you, but i love doing other things and not putting that pressure on myself right now. i can do it if want to but am taking a break. yum....
anyway, i just saw this film and i t was so awesome and i thought i would tell you about it. it was universal but on a smaller budget than those typical UNIVERSAL themed films. it is just my nature, i am not fan of "too glossy, i get it, the hard work the perfection, the polish, the goal, the box office competition, the pay for the artists, etc, but something always gets lost in the translation for me when you get to the arena level. as for the music metaphor, i hope to never go to an area show again in my life, i only want the small club experience. and yes i mostly avoid that kind of film because it rarely satisfies me.
that being said, i saw this medium sized film, (small to some) and it was so elegantly acted and told, and the metaphor was so big and strong and it was just everything i want in a film, it showed the struggle, the heartbreak, the reality of life, the beauty of family, of relationship, friendship, love. it touched the god place for me.
it reminded me of everything i already knew but always forget. the struggle is normal. we are all connected. everything is going to be ok. love is stronger than all the stuff. love always wins. you are given everything you need.
i could go on and on.
oh, the film was called Midnight Special. you may not see it the way i did. expectation often kills it of me.
We used to go to this man made lake in Fair Lawn, New Jersey when I was a kid. Swim, barbeque, play, it was a magical place. I have the fondest memories. My parents called it Fehlaun, with their heavy new York accents so it was not until I was a grown up that I knew what the place was really called. Anyway, there was a water fountain there that I can still remember today. the fountain and the metal bowl lay on a wooden structure that had been painted white, but was rough and sun baked, faded and chipped. The whole thing smelled like wood that was hot and in the sun all day, like a boardwalk, and the water tasted like the most delicious water in the whole world. still does, in my memory.
one time I tried on line dating. I was single and dating was a drag and online
dating was a worse drag. It probably takes time to get it right but I did not
give it much time.
met one guy on there and he was ok and we made a date and I showed up and he
was not there andwaited a bit but
he never came. I was relieved. Then I went home and realized that I had never
sent him the note where I confirmed the date and set up the time and place. The
draft was written but never sent. Opps. I stood myself up.
week I wrote a blog and published it and about 8 people read it. wow I thought,
did everyone just forget about me that fast? Just because I have not published
every day am I no longer relevant? I remember Jon Stewart saying “who remembers
Oprah?” after she went off network tv and was only on her channel and not as
accessible. He said it in a cautionary way when the Daily Show did not air, or
threatened not to air, for one day due to some glitch, or something like that.
I was about to buy into the workaholics dream about having to do it more and
more and more….
I checked to see if I ever posted the blog and lo and behold, I had once again
stood myself up.
are not always what you think. Sometimes you get proof, sometimes you have to
this is the most un me song i have ever posted. but it works
first grade I did great in school and loved the attention and the compliments
and the stickers. Then I made my first mistake. I remember it still something
about circle the cherries or the apples and I did it wrong and I got my first
red X. I went home so upset and said that I needed glasses and my family
thought that was so funny, but I cried because my little bit of validation was
taken away and I wanted it back.
am crazy over the new film Miles Ahead, directed by Don Cheadle, and my favorite
line is when Miles is recording and he says to his band “Be wrong strong.”When I was in my first band I was all
attitude, not much technique, I still am like that in many ways. I came to love
mistakes because that is what happens when you are taking chances, being
vulnerable, living in the moment. Something about being and neat and perfect is
so uptight, leaves no room for the magic. Go there.