Nads

Warning: If you grew up in the 1990's and your parent were hippies this post may cause you to have some kind of psychotic episode.
Last night we watched 'Gentlemen Broncos' via Netflix and although the movie was very strange it still had entertaining qualities. The most disturbing residual of the experience was seeded a long time ago and deeply buried within my psyche resurrecting through any and all mental blocks at hearing music in the movie. I have looked up the music in question so that you, the reader, can share in my pain. Basically anything from Ray Lynch, but more specifically the tracks named; 'The Oh of Pleasure', and 'Celestial Soda Pop' are the musical suspects. I'll boiling it down for those of you who can't listen to a sample online; it's the equivalent to musical carob; not quite what it pretends to be, or in this case it's not quite music. It's not that I thought the music wasn't appropriate for the sci-fi scenes in the movie, in fact I thought it was a perfect fit, rather it awakened an internal disturbance from the past. As a teenager I was awaken occasionally on the weekends to the sounds of Ray Lynch, although I didn't know the name of the artist, the tracks, or even the genre of the music at the time, it has stayed with me, dormant. I've searched my feelings as to why hearing something from so far in my past would bother me so much here in my present and I can't say I totally understand it, but it seems clear to me something is certainly wrong. I've wondered if the issue with the strange hippy music is that it woke me up when I didn't want to be disturbed or maybe my mother was communicating with the universe with her crystals those mornings and I suppose I wasn't in harmony causing a conflict within, or maybe I just can't stand that crap and that's why it annoys me.

Becoming an Uncle

On this day, February 4th, back in 1998 I officially became an Uncle. It was a strange thing becoming an uncle as I found myself feeling a comfortable sense of purpose, and an immediate bond of unconditional love. I still remember the first time those little arms attempted to hug me as hard as they could in a deliberate attempt to convey how much she loved me. I have a lot of memories of my niece Alyssa, but that hug is one of my favorites. I've made it through several of these birthdays since her untimely departure focusing on the happy memories, but not this one; this one I miss her too much, and that makes me sad.