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It's ALIVE!

Posted on 2017.10.29 at 15:52

My RCA SuperRadio sits behind my head-in-bed. Between it and me is a wooden board covered by a towel, plus a pillow in a plastic pillow case. At night, I refresh the tissue paper in my ears with water, blunting the sound. I put on a skull cap, put earphones over that, put a thicker hat over that, and put a head band over all that - and my ears. Sometimes, having ears is a bad thing.

Against the front of my RCA SuperRadio's speaker is a sheet of paper, pressed in place by a squarish big bottle of water. In front of this is a big heavy couch pillow. Then, we reach the aforementioned board...

Bored?

This way, when the idiot downstairs starts stomping his feet or slamming doors at me, I can turn the radio up so mainly the bass reaches his antennae, whereas I am somewhat protected from my own noise - as well as his. Sometimes, this does not work, like when my brain is just too sick, or when things get completely out of control. In these cases, I try to migrate to the back room to sleep. If he hears this, he will go back there and make noises to bother me, or he will slam at 3:am, but he will try to avoid anything too extreme, because he now knows that this is the room where I call the police on him, lol.

As you can see, this description shows you how I may be counted among the living dead - even without my killer CFS and attendant dementia.

The inspiration to describe all this to you came from NPR, of course, which played a song. I really couldn't figure out the song. Why? Because of earplugs and everything else between me and the radio, which was not too loud anyway. I thought the song might actually be a duet between Morrissey and Bono! WTF?! The voices sounded too young for it to be a recent duet... What was this?

It was a song by Ryan Adams, and Ryan Adams alone: So Alive (2004 Ryan Adams song). You can go listen to this song and see if that's what it really sounds like. Thank you. Expressing myself has allowed me to dump one more tab.

I have been extremely sick lately. I have been fasting since Wednesday, and this will prolly go until Nov. 2. Fasting does help me, but going through it is hell. Massive brain probs/pain. The theory is that whatever tiny creatures are inhabitting me, they will starve off, somewhat. Supposedly, fasting beats the yeast that feasts on the treats I eats.

Insane man downstairs took advantage of my quiet resting, thinking I was asleep, and began stomping loudly again. Fortunately, I was just coming out of a severe phase, and was able to get up, turn up the radios, and do stuff in the kitchen, shutting him up for now. Bit by bit, I am alive again, but I'm not sure if I will be well enough to do much on Halloween. Emaciated as I am.

Rain is on the way. He always does this when rain is on the way. It has nothing to do with the barometer or the forecast. If both of these say it will rain and yet it does NOT rain in reality? Then there isn't a problem from him. It is some kind of primal, divine madness.  He is completely controlled by the weather of the future.

And. You know what? If you open your mind up to reality enough, you too can have my 101 wisdom, and be a successful rain-dancing shaman, SIMPLY BY OBSERVING STUPID HUMAN AND ANIMAL NATURE!

On NPR's, "American Roots," a homeless black man in New Orleans was interviewed, He talked about how he communicates with birds. He sounded crazy - crazy to most all of you dastardly fools. But I know what it means to communicate with birds. And, he said, that when the animals see and know that you are alone in the world, they come out and dare to talk to you. Animal talk. Feeling talk. Not English, of course. Lots of body language. I know this to be true. And animals also play pranks and conspire against enemies in the woods. Many of these are what spook people into believing in ghosts. Well, we'll stop there...

The guy also talked about something he called, "The White Mouse Planet," which sounds like the obverse of, "Fear of a black planet," Crazy crazy.

Some great live performances on NPR lately, including Amy Mann and Fiona Apple. Anyway, dude, you have no idea how my head hurts, and how the fatigue just keeps kicking me away from the computer. Hopefully, all this will be worth it.

Comments:


meowmensteen
meowmensteen at 2017-10-30 00:11 (UTC) (Lien)
When I read that song title, my mind instantly went here:

I don't know what color your eyes are, baby,
But your hair is long and brown.
Your legs are strong, and you're so, so long.
And you don't come from this town.

My head is full of magic, baby,
And I can't share this with you.
The feel I'm on a cross again, lately,
But there's nothing to do with you.

I'm alive, so alive.
I'm alive, so alive.



Okay, I listened to the Ryan Adams song. I can hear the Bono, but not really the Morrissey.


Hmmm... in the bakery the best way to kill yeast is by adding too much salt. I wonder if that works in the human body as well??

I have no idea if they "hear" me, but I talk to the birds all the time, and respond to their tweets and caws. When I recognize a particular individual, I like to give them a personal hello. I always take time to talk to my favorite crow I named Judas. There's a picture of her on my icon. She's got kind of a gimpy wing that is deceiving because she can really fly. Unfortunately birds never really tell me anything important. They mostly mock me for thinking I could talk to them on their level. I get it. The mere fact that I identify them with a name rather than a smell, sound, or visual cue is a dead giveaway.

I'll have to remember to listen to American Roots tonight. I get it at 8pm here on an HD radio station. The over-the-air station is too much of a jerk to play that show, they'd rather play Rick Steves or rerun Prairie Home.




where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2017-10-30 03:22 (UTC) (Lien)
I might re-comment later since my brain is a cow.

OK, thanks, that's it, I believe. I think by the time I was wondering if it was Morrissey, it switched over to, "Bono."

I already eat too much salt: tonnes of sunflower seeds, etc. In fact, it helps blood pressure to ma tete, which is needed. But sometimes it hurts my heart. Anyway, I thought that about yeast, too, but sauerkraut doesn't seem to mind salt. Although - I think maybe its lactic bacteria in sk, right? I do take garlic and silver. Grapeseed extract is supposed to be good but who knows. I think my entire body is too far gone.

Birds: perfect comment, coincidentally agreeing with my views. Exactly what I mean. & Birds can be cads. I did get good info from a bird once. 'It' warned me of an oncoming cat. It really wasn't about the bird, the bird was actually warning me and my dog. Then it swooped down at it to defend us. Friends in high places.

I also like talking to squirrels. they are a bird of another feather.

"American Roots," is a great show! yes? (But if that is counted with the rest of the blues at my station, plus maybe 1 hr of various blues from other shows, that is 12 hours a week, beating out all other music combined).

I think I forgot who Steves is. My mind is on Rick Deese(sp?) They play this 1986 DJ on the oldies stn. It's like living in the 80's.

Isn't your HD stn better quality than over-air?

OK - I did the full comment, which could have been so much better but, eh. Thanks!

meowmensteen
meowmensteen at 2017-10-30 04:06 (UTC) (Lien)
Personally I think most birds are much smarter than squirrels. I get the feeling that their every thought involves nuts. Gotta find a nut, gotta get this green shit off the nut, gotta bury this nut, gotta remember where I buried this nut, why are you looking at me while I eat this nut, gotta get away from that cat so I can hide this nut...

I do love American Roots... except when Nick gets all giddy about Bob Dylan. Growing up, my dad would listen to nothing but Bob Dylan. Basically my life from the time they brought me home from the birthing center until the day I ran away to New Mexico, it was Bob Dylan all the time. I respect the guy as a musician and a song writer, but I really have no desire to listen to him anymore.... but here is a gif I made of my older sister doing our version of Subterranean Homesick Blues. I spent a lot of time making sure the lettering on the the signs were exactly like the originals:

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Rick Steves is that guy who looks like Bill Gates and had his own travel show about traveling in Europe. There was even a theory that it was Bill Gates in secret. Now he has a radio show about travel. That guy has the special skill of making anything boring. He's also obsessed with traveling to Estonia.

My HD channel has better shows, but actual sound quality is worse. Almost canny. Canny in high def!
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2017-11-04 10:28 (UTC) (Lien)
Oh btw - my brain was crap when I commented. In fact, that was the same song going through my mind too: "I don't know what color your eyes are, baby..."

It is terrible what oldies stations are doing to this nation...

Well, squirrels have spatial thinking and amazing memory - but crows do too, and can use tools, so. On the other hand, crows don't have opposable thumbs, which means we should eat them and not squirrels. lol

I can imagine getting really sick of Dylan after a life like that. It's good that you do respect his music, nevertheless.

I think you should post all about your run-away to NM.

I don't own a single Bob Dylan song or album. Which is weird. I think he's great but also annoyingly weird. But, you know what? I imagine that it would have been SO COOL to have been alive at that time, in that atmosphere, with hippie friends, reading the Beats, smoking, protesting, growing up with Bob Dylan as god. Seriously. I can totally forgive the people who did that, all of whom are fuck-up shits today.

Nice gif but I don't know the original. I had to check the song title again this time - and the Wiki page was interesting - https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Subterranean_Homesick_Blues

I seriously wonder if you might just have a radio with a crappy speaker. I was always led to believe that HD was supposed to be this awesome thing...
meowmensteen
meowmensteen at 2017-11-04 23:52 (UTC) (Lien)
I probably should write about New Mexico before I completely forget the experience.

If you ever do get an album of his, I highly recommend Highway 60 Revisited. It was the one of my dad's Dylan records that I would listen to when he wasn't home... getting caught using his record players would result in violence, so I had to be sneaky. The song Ballad of a Thin Man was too interesting to not listen to it.

I can get a lot of really nice HD stations, it's just that the NPR station sends out a low quality broadcast on their HD2 station. I think they'd rather you listened to it online so they can keep track of how many people are listening. It doesn't matter what speakers I hook the radio up too, that particular station always sounds bad.
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2017-11-05 00:37 (UTC) (Lien)
That's actually an album I have been wanted to get some day.

Now that I think of it, I might have, "Desire," on cassette somewhere. I think that was also a great album.

With your past background, you should be a famous musician now.

"Ballad of a Thin Man," has become one of my fav Dylan songs, because it is so surreal. I guess people back then gobbled it up, thinking it was meaningful, but it makes no sense and that's why I love it.

During the revolution, we shall smite NPR.
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2017-11-05 00:38 (UTC) (Lien)
Note: Hwy 61
meowmensteen
meowmensteen at 2017-11-05 00:40 (UTC) (Lien)
Haha, oops. Typo. I was definitely thinking 61.
where hypotheses come to die
madman101 at 2017-11-05 00:50 (UTC) (Lien)
OK. I thought so.

Hwy 60 is probably in Ukraine or something.
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