Dirty old river...

So here is my soundtrack list. I would like to encourage everyone to give it a try. I won't tag anyone. It took me about a week to think over my songs. My husband joked and said he's never seen me obsess over anything. I hope this inspires everyone.

Soundtrack to my life

Opening song: April Showers-Bambi
Waking up: Deep Blue Day-Brian Eno
Falling in love: Playground Love-Air
Sex Scene: Mambo Sun-TRex
Heartbreak: Sea Breezes-Roxy Music
First big argument with parents: Bodies-Sex Pistols
Rebellious song: Your Pretty Face is Going to Hell-Iggy and The Stooges
First time really drunk: A Night Like This-The Cure
Driving: Car Trouble-Adam and the Ants
Getting ready to go out: The New Pollution-Beck
Wedding song: God Only Knows-The Beach Boys
Dream sequence/out of body experience: Sex War & Robots-Super Furry Animals
Feeling Depressed: She's Lost Control-Joy Division
Birth of child: Gold Day-Sparklehorse
Watching a blizzard: Windows of Your Mind-Dusty Springfield
Walking in the rain: You Ain't Going No Where-The Byrds
Striptease song: Full Grown-Blues Explosion
Buying first house: Shangri la-The Kinks
Walking off a jobsite: Welcome to the Working Week-Elvis Costello
Moment when sun shines in room perfectly: Dear Prudence-Siouxsie and the Banshees
Falling asleep: Sky Over Berlin-Wings of Desire soundtrack
Funeral song: They Punctured My Yolk-The Flaming Lips
Closing song: Waterloo Sunset-The Kinks

the look of love, is in your eyes

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The picture of this man caused me to have a laughing fit in which I could not stop. His name is David Hemmings and he is no longer with us. Now, the reason why I even came around to this picture...
My hubby and I recently watched Blow Up-the 1966 film. The description is MUCH better than the movie. I'm still a little frustrated by the whole thing. (Austin Powers took so many things from this movie) My husband is willing to cut the film some slack. Anyway, the star is this skinny guy who, well is very young. I wanted to see what other films he's been in and this is what he looked like in later years. I'm sorry, I still am frightened and whenever I closed my eyes to go to sleep, I kept seeing his face.
He died on the set of a movie in Romania. I feel very attached to this man now.

My name is Bill and I'm a headcase

Since I read EVEYONES list I better do one too.Okay how this goes is you choose one word and one word only to describe different aspects of yourself and/or your feelings. It’s hard to do actually but here goes:

What is the one word you would use to describe your appearance? Placated
Favorite body part? Eyes
Least favorite body part? Lips
Most often complimented on? Smile
Most often criticized for? Stubborn
Your romantic relationship? Sweet
Your relationship to your parents? Caring
Your feelings about parenting? Exhausting
Your hobbies? Millions
Your favorite personality type for a friend? Inspiring
Favorite personality type for a spouse or lover? Adoring
Favorite type of movie? Various
Favorite cuisine? Thai
Favorite treat? Chocolate
Favorite gift? Botanical
Most sensitive “unusual” erogenous zone?Ear
Favorite pet? Flealess
Subject of blogging post that got the most hits? Moby
Feelings about memes? Insightful
I tag everyone who comes to this blog, as well!

Shoot me down in flames if I should tell a lie

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First off-thanks to everyone for all the support. The paintings and drawings have been coming out really well and I'm excited to do some nice big things. I will post some sketches in the next week or so.

Next-the above photo. It's called an Omlet and the Brits have made it. You buy the little hen house and the chickens and you too can have fresh eggs. I want one sooo bad. It is a huge amout of money(700) and well, I don't think my dog would want to kill the chickens, I think she would mother them to death. I envision her hovering and that would worry the little girls and they would never lay eggs.

And last but not least...we just rented this crazy movie and I want everyone to see it. It's called American Astronaut and it's an unexpected kooky movie. It's David Lynch in outerspace, but not so difficult. Watch it with your significant other, have a couple of drinks(not too many) and report back to me. I think we may have to buy it and I haven't said that since Lost in Translation. We also rented Institute Benjamenta but I'm not recommending that to everyone(very very strange and fantasy based). We're kind of on a black and white film kick.

Over and out and peace and love!

Just like honey...

I have come to the conclusion-no one is stopping me from having a gallery show but myself. If Richard Butler can have a show, I just as bloody hell should have one too. His paintings were just as I imagined them, dark, disturbing. Women with skeleton faces, men with WW1 hats on, naked. I find when paintings are done in such a way, it's comforting. I might sound a bit off, but it's like a warm blanket. You know it's there when you need to see something that visually depicts how your brain feels.

What I'm trying with my paintings is to take all those really light colors and come up with the same feeling. Growing up in the south, bright lights become this blinding, overpowering heatwave of a curse that makes you want to find the darkest place to hide in. So, I want to make light play the evil/dark bit. We'll see how it goes.

During the opening, I mustered up my courage to talk to the gallery owner, and when we were standing there, Moby walks in. Too funny. Moby is small and looks like a sweet librarian, Richard Butler is tall and pretty hot for a man who will be turning 50 soon. Both men were wearing glasses. MMM...men in glasses. I wear glasses so of course I like a man wearing them too.

That's my report, I'll check in every now and then, but I have to paint to help my soul.

Just find a girl, with far away eyes

I have a huge problem. I'm by far too sensitive. I really find it annoying. But what is worse is when my husband tells me almost every other day that I'm too sensitive, then goes on to tell me I wouldn't be like this if I was working again. This is where he is incorrect. It's been 5 years since I had a full-time job(being a mom is too, but you know where I'm going with this). This job, uggh, makes me ill thinking about it. I was head of production for a weekly in Atlanta. It was called Creative Loafing and I can think of 2 things wrong with that name. Anyway, the insensitivity of those that I worked with and for made me VERY sensitive. I acted as a vacuum and sucked everyone's insensitivity out and then over compensated by flying off the handle at the slightest thing. Not healthy, and that's when I quit and started doing work at home. I've taken the Meyers-Briggs test numerous times in my life and I'm always an INFP. It's something like 3% of the population. No wonder I never fit in. And that's why I paint.

Oh and there is a HUGE ta-do here in, ok I'll tell you where I live, Peekskill. (it really is a very similar to Twin Peaks) well there is a celebrity having a gallery exhibit and it opens tomorrow. It's Richard Butler and let me tell you I am very excited. If you don't know who that is(because why would anyone be so completely into 80s music like I am, which reminds me of a dream that I had, but that's for later) he used to be in a band called Psychedelic Furs, known for the ever so popular"Pretty in Pink". His paintings are dark and figurative, a bit disturbing. I will report back to you after the opening. My husband and I will have to control our urges to sing any of his songs.

And tell me why I become infatuated with dead actors or musicians? I went through this period of adoring Peter Sellers and then it was Richard Manuel from The Band and now it's poor Keith Moon. I know he's not the lyrical genius that Pete T.is(krunked up in the head, but still a genius) but he was a damn fine drummer. He always looked like he was 18 when he was behind the drums. I will always be a bit boy crazy and my sweet husband deals with it. And that is because I know he lusts after Kylie.

Happy Friday 13th to all you crazy kids!

People so busy,makes me feel dizzy

Meme Chose

This came to me via MaryBishop.

Thanks MB!

The rules are simple when you're tagged. Choose 5 items from the list to write about. Tag 3 other people when you're done.

The theme is, as you can see, "If I could be..."

If I could be a scientist, I would figure out how to time travel, and change the entire fate of the world by sexily dissuading Henry Ford to not create the car and for Einstein to not discover the Theory of Relativity.

If I could be a farmer

If I could be a musician, I'd have a rock band called The mange Wombats. We'd do lots of covers of punk songs, but in a very sweet way. Kind of catch you off guard.

If I could be a doctor
If I could be a painter
If I could be a gardener
If I could be a missionary
If I could be a chef,I'd be a pastry chef and whip up Chocolate croissants whenever I felt like it.

If I could be an architect, I'd make all my friends and family eco friendly homes.
If I could be a linguist
If I could be a psychologist
If I could be a librarian
If I could be an athlete
If I could be a lawyer
If I could be an inn-keeper
If I could be a professor
If I could be a writer
If I could be a llama-rider
If I could be a bonnie pirate
If I could be an astronaut,(even though I just got rid of Einstein)I would LOVE to go and check out other planets. Mars and Jupiter are the first on my list.


If I could be a justice on any one court in the world
If I could be married to any current famous political figure
If I could be a world famous blogger
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I tag The40s,janasayqua,and crazydazetees

springs

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oh it's such a perfect day

This has to be the prettiest day so far this year in New York. I love it. We've had a productive morning, washed the dog, walked downtown, planted some seeds and just ran around the backyard.

This is such BIG news for me. And to many this may come as a surprise, but alas it will be in fun. I have found out I can join DAR. Yep, you got it, Daughters of the American Revolution. The Chanel wearing ladies will not know what to do with me. I plan on making the most out of this. I'm hoping the women are not all over 80 but then again they may just like me.

Life's an illusion,love is a dream

Everybody's happy nowadays. I CANNOT get this Buzzcocks song out of my head! Part of the problem is that we watched Shaun of the Dead-very funny movie. I like zombies again(oh good). The director didn't like the zombies from the remake of Dawn of the Dead either. Very fast and strong. Not cool. I had nightmares for weeks and I'm 38. There is a traffic accident scene that will always be with me. Disturbing.
Now we also watched Sideways. A midlife crisis, soul searching,love movie. Good. It fits in with my theory of love and the people that are right for you.

There is an ending to my skunk story. Saturday morning, my husband was picking up trash in the front yard, when he went to grab a piece of trash from the bushes, and lo' it was skunky curled up in a ball. Was he sleeping or dead? I called animal control. He came right out, and...poor little skunk was dead, stiff as a board. It was a young girl and she may have had distemper. After all my yelling and a desire to throw a rock at her, she came back to our yard and died. I find it a little comforting. She just went on the Big Sleep in our yard. To note, I never would have thrown a rock.

Your my playground love

Today is the day I will post my list thanks to Lauren. I have deleted some and added others. The ones I deleted, well I couldn't have said it better myself.

1. You had to spend the rest of your life on an island with one person and it can't be your spouse. Who would it be?

Rhys Ifans or a young Terrence Stamp or Michael Caine. I know, they're all actors, at least they'd amuse me.

2. If you were God for a day, what is the one thing you would do first?

I would eliminate hatred. Then I wouldn't have to worry about stopping wars.

3. Most disturbing thing you've seen on the news lately?
Teenagers slapping strangers and taping it with their videophones,then posting it online. I'm having flashbacks to A Clockwork Orange. The future is much worse than any 1970;s film about the future

4. Who would write the soundtrack to your life?
I'd like to hear a collaboration between Air and Super Furry Animals(Frenchmen and Welshmen. Could be interesting)

5. Who is your greatest literary influence?
When I was a young lass, it was Mary Stewart-My Brother Michael, Touch Not The Cat,Moonspinners. Great for a girl. Gave me my wanderlust.
Now it would be JG Ballard. It explains a lot about me. I would say Philip K Dick but I don't want to scare anyone.

I like walking in the park, when it gets late at night

This is the day nature has bit my ass. Oh yes. First off, Mr or Mrs Skunk has decided to make a home by my fence, or at least he was trying to lay in the sun. My dog, who was sprayed by Mr. Skunk during the Snowstorm of 2005 was barking at him. I had to carry my son outside, go down the stairs(in my pjs) and grab a hold of our dog, while yelling at her and hoping she hasn't been sprayed and hoping I don't either. This skunk would not leave. I called Animal Control, but he was off fishing. Can you believe that?
Then-since I could not allow our crazy skunk obsessed dog in the backyard, I decided we should all go for a walk. Despite all the pulling by miss dog, it was a nice jaunt around the neighborhood. And then, I make everyone stand on the porch nicely, when my son starts making gestures to the door. Holy...it was about 100 spiders. Baby spiders at that. Now I feel a bit guilty about killing them, but they would have eventually figured out how to get in the house. If they were outside in the garden, I would not have cared. Did I set a bad example to my son? At least I did not throw rocks at the skunk, which is what I really wanted to do.

And the birds in your garden,they all started singing this song

Actual conversation between me and my husband

PGH(hubby): Why do you always bring The Doors tape to the car?
PG: I do that, really?
PGH: Yes every time it starts warming up outside, you bring The Doors out.
PG: The Doors are kind of warm weather music. Like The Beach Boys.
PGH: But I never picture you listening to them or liking them?
PG: Why is that?
PGH: Because they are a bit hippyish for you?
PG: I guess they are but I do like them. And I know I ALWAYS bring New Order out here.
PGH: Yes you do.
PG: Well I'm more New Order, when I think of you, you are definitely more Joy Division.
PGH: You are New Order, and yea, I like Joy Division songs better.
PG: No-you are Joy Division. Serious, volatile, sad.
PGH: I'll agree to that.

Pppeople try to ppput us down...

Oh yes-we watched The Kids Are Alright this weekend. It made me wish I could have seen them in concert, and of course Keith Moon seemed to be the most likeable guy. So that's very sad.

Notes from the weekend-went to an amazing sculpture garden called Storm King Arts Center. Beautiful! Very inspirational and spiritual. Some people need to go to church to get a good cleansing of the soul. I need ample time outdoors and art thrown in really perks me right up. It was on 500 hundred acres, wedged between mountains.

My son only says mama and dada, but he started humming, and I'm not kidding, Eine kleine Nachtmusik by Mozart. We were eating dinner and we almost spit food out of our mouths. It was only the first nine notes, but perfect tone.

I think my husband is going to quit his job today. This is going to throw me into a tailspin, but somehow we'll get through this. I can't see him suffer emotionally and physically from this job. So I told him if he has to quit, then quit.