The above photo is from a super fun memory almost three summers ago at Randy Now’s Man Cave in Bordentown, NJ.
My husband and I went to see a Sex Pistols tribute band called “No Future.” They totally kicked ass, but that’s not what this post is about. The post is about me wearing a Sex Pistols t-shirt.
Why would I wear a Sex Pistols t-shirt? Because I love the band. And that’s how it should be. There is no false advertising on my body. I listen the band. I have both albums, “Never Mind The Bollocks Here’s The Sex Pistols” and “The Great Rock ‘n’ Roll Swindle.” I also have albums from their spin off bands, like Public Image Ltd., The Professionals, Neurotic Outsiders, and even the super crappy “Sid Sings.”
I’ve met all of the Sex Pistols except for Sid Vicious and Glen Matlock. And I KNOW that Glen Matlock is the REAL bassist who played on the album. I saw The Professionals many times. I saw Public Image Limited.
I fully support The Sex Pistols.
See where I’m going with this? I am a Sex Pistols fan, and I deserve to wear a Sex Pistols t-shirt. Or any other band t-shirt because if someone stops me in the street to talk about the music, I will be able to contribute to the conversation.
A few days ago I ran into a stranger at Whole Foods who was wearing a Ramones t-shirt.
I excitedly blurted out, “I like the Ramones too!” Again, I have their albums, met all of them, and saw them perform more times than I remember. I may not be as fanatical as some Ramones fans, but I can definitely carry on a conversation wjtb a another Ramones fan.
However, this girl just shook her head and said, “I never heard their music. I collect rock t-shirts.”
WTF?!?!!? Can someone tell me, I’m not the only person who sees what is wrong with this picture?!?!? Why on earth would you wear a t-shirt of a band you are completely unfamiliar with? Do lyrics not mean anything to you? Do you not know what you are representing? And you are totally fucking with true fans. You, my dear, are a joke.
And stupid me, because this isn’t the first time something like this has happened. People have been wearing band t-shirts, just to be cool or fashionable for as long as I remember. I told myself over and over again, “Do not talk to people with band t-shirts on. Ever.” Because there is no truth in it.
Way back in the 1980s, there was a dance club called Aldo’s Hideaway. I saw a girl with a Bauhaus t-shirt on. Bauhaus is another favorite band of mine. Again, several albums from Bauhaus, including the spin-off bands and solo efforts of the musicians/artists. Also seen Bauhaus, and Peter Murphy (many times) as well as Daniel Ash. I’ve also had the luxury in my career to interview Peter Murphy.
And stupid me, I uttered those three dumb words, “I like Bauhaus.”
“Wha?” she asked in a stupor. Not sure if it was a drunken stupor, but it was a stupor–a response lacking enthusiasm.
I repeated myself, “I like Bauhaus.”
“The band on your shirt!”
Her response, “I just like the shirt.”
It absolutely makes no sense. And if you like the shirt, why not explore the music?
I called Ramones Girl out on her bullshit. In a nice, friendly way, of course. “You Tube them, they’re great.” Smile.
I mean, I love those adorable colored dancing bears that represent The Grateful Dead, but it will be a cold day in hell before I wear a dancing bear t-shirt. I have no right to. I never saw The Grateful Dead. I do not have any Grateful Dead albums. And I can count the amount of Dead songs I actually know on one hand.
I would never disrespect a Grateful Dead fan by wearing a colored dancing bear shirt even though I LIKE the shirt and the bears are so freaking cute.
No, it’s not cool.
So, to all you people out there who are into rock t-shirts, I encourage you to explore the band. You are what you wear. If you don’t know the band and if you don’t support the band, you don’t deserve to wear their t-shirts.
You can’t beat the days when you can spend all day and night with the one you love. My husband Dennis doesn’t like having his pictures on the internet, but nevertheless, we had a most beautiful day — and night — together.
I waited to see this movie for at least a month, “This Much I Know to Be True” about the intense musical collaborations between Nick Cave and Warren Ellis. Astonishing and engrossing, the film begins showing the art work of Nick Cave. Seasoned and humbled, you see another side of Nick Cave. There’s a guest appearance from Marianne Faithfull too.
I’ve been a Nick Cave fan since the 1990s and was able to see him perform live, once, in NYC. The show was mesmerizing and I have at least seven of his albums. This movie triggered me to get them out again and listen. He’s quite the storyteller and his songs are like mini novels. Dark, but also some tongue-in-cheek.
The movie was the highlight of the evening. Earlier in the day my husband and I had a quick bite at worldFlats, which had many vegan options. I wanted to rave about them on Yelp, but the Montclair restaurant isn’t up yet, only the other locations. I had a wonderful salad. Prices were reasonable. Service was great — and quick! I was also given a white rose, which was sweet. They are known for their flat dishes, but I was carb-d out from a pasta lunch my husband made, so I went for the salad, which had arugula, chick peas, quinoa, red peppers, onions, and more.
I lived in Montclair, New Jersey, for a short time. Whenever I go back, I get a beautiful sense of nostalgia. It’s a small, artsy town, with so much to do. And people are friendly. It’s also sad that many places I loved to frequent are now closed. It’s foreign to me, looking into windows of places that are “new” and remembering the former…
No matter where I’m now living, or where I’ll end up, I’ll always see myself as a Montclair resident. It’s always great to go back and visit. The town was good to me in so many ways.
Two days ago Mother’s Day was celebrated in the USA.
Although I do not have human children–by choice–I am the “mom” to three amazing cats. For those who don’t have cats, or don’t view pets as family, you can stop reading now, as you will not relate to what I’m about to say. But for those of you who do see cats as family — read on, this is for YOU!
Taking in these wondrous creatures who put 100 percent trust in us in incredibly rewarding. They are little souls who had a history before us, and it’s up to us to make their lives as comfy as possible. We have to take the time to make the connection. It takes some patience, but in many cases a cat will be as loving and welcoming as a dog.
Our babies are spoiled, but they also know their boundaries. With a firm, but sweet, “No, we don’t do that…” my kitties know not to pounce on the computer when Mommy is working. They do not scratch our furniture because we have scratching posts in most of the rooms in our home.
With tender love, and care, cats can be dream cats. There is no such thing as a “bad cat” — only a stressed or sad cat. Any type of cat can be trained to be a good one. It’s a mutual respect that works both ways.
I’m wishing a Happy (Belated) Cat Mommy Day to all the good cat mothers out there. Thank you for taking the time to put the effort into these sweet babies and giving them great lives! I appreciate you! (And so do your kitties — but you knew that!)
I’m so devastated to hear that Howie Pyro, founding member of D-Generation passed away at age 61.
I first met Howie backstage at a Redd Kross concert in the early 1990s. He had this flaming red hair and I thought he was beautiful. Then a friend told me about this really cool band that was playing at Connections (Clifton, NJ) called D-Generation. That’s when I saw Howie again. We chatted briefly before the show. The band blew my mind! During the grunge era, which didn’t excite me much, D-Generation possessed that high energy of the punk rock days I caught the tail end of. I went to as many shows as I could. Then my Grandmother died, and D-Generation got me through the saddest, most depressing time of my life.
Howie Pyro also deejayed The Green Door Parties, held at Coney Island High on St. Mark’s Place in NYC, once a month if I remember correctly. I used to go with my dear friend Diane to hear Howie deejay, and we’d dance almost every song.
After D-Generation split up, I ran into Howie a few times at record shows. He was always great and happy to chat with a fan. The last time I saw him was when this picture was taken at the now defunct Vintage Vinyl a few years ago. I was following, on Facebook, Howie’s page and his struggle with liver complications. He seemed so upbeat and I really thought he was going to make it. Damn, 61 is way too young to go. We lost a great talent, a most gorgeous and stylish man, and massive record collector, who was also very kind and wicked cool. God speed, Howie Pyro, you will be so missed. I am shocked and so saddened. My condolences to all his family, friends, and fans. This is a hard one.
I came across this photo of myself on Facebook from a year ago. The caption was “Step into Monday like a champion.” I liked the concept of me taking a step in the photo, with the caption of stepping into something positive.
To caption the same photo today, it would say “Step into Something New.”
Doing something new isn’t always instant. It takes months, or even years, of thought. Seeds are planted. Ideas comes up. And then you do something about it.
May 2021, we were still in the pandemic. This was around the time I decided I wanted to switch careers. Mind you, writing will always be in my heart, and in some way or another I will always be a writer. Hell, I’m still getting royalty checks from my books. But after you see your books in Barnes & Noble stores, you’ve reached a pinnacle. Where do I go from here? I can keep doing the same thing, continue writing books and articles. Or I can try something different that is also dear to my heart. Why not? You’re never too old to learn.
Last spring, I dabbled in art as a hobby. And then became a certified feline behaviorist.
Yes, cats are my favorite animals. But I love all animals, especially the furry little critters like hamsters, chinchillas, mice, rats, and guinea pigs. I’m also fascinated with fish. And birds.
I see these gentle creatures and it calms me. I want to learn more about them. How to befriend them. How to make them not be frightened. I want to also learn from them. What is it like to be so small in a world so big?!
I’ve investigated what careers there are that involve working with animals. I found something and am now on my way to a certification as small animal specialist!
Will this new career work out as successfully as my writing career? Time will tell.
But I am ecstatic to begin something new, with pets showing me the way! I look forward to working with my new teachers!
Even if you’re not that great of a dancer (I’m not!) you can’t deny how good it feels to move your body to music. Don’t feel insecure if you don’t have rhythm or the moves like Jagger, just get out there and do it! It’s not only great exercise, but it’s good for your soul.
This morning I came across this photo of my husband and myself. We were in Asbury Park having coffee prior to the movie premiere of “Echo Canyon.” After the movie we saw live performances by Jakob Dylan, Jade, Cat Power, and others at The Paramount. I even scored the set list.
Not a care in the world. Who knew what was to come less than a year later? Careers tanked. As a public speaker, one by one, I received calls of gigs being cancelled. But, even worse, many got sick. I was lucky to avoid getting Covid, but some friends did, and one even died from it, along with several friends who died from other ailments. All in all, it was a very bad two years. Though my husband and I are positive people and we were able to produce some good–like creating music videos together and embracing parks and outdoor dining. I also was able to salvage some of my public speaking gigs via Zoom.
I don’t watch the news much, but it looks like we’re nearing the end of a dark, two-year tunnel. In New Jersey, masks are only required at medical places like the chiropractor and dentist. And some hair salons still require masks.
My husband and I have been attending in-door concerts again for the last six months, and planning even more. We’ve also been going to movies, and even running into friends we haven’t seen for some time.
It seems like life is getting back to normal and it’s all been a bad dream. The truth is, we’ll never get back the friends who had passed, as well as some of the opportunities.
We just have to keep looking forward. Or even looking backward, at a more innocent time, like April 2019.