The blue eyes … bright, BRIGHT blue eyes … and the song attracted me at first glance.
This is perhaps one of the best David Bowie songs that I’ve ever heard … recorded in 1998, but never released. Written by Dylan.
While out at school in California, I got to see David Bowie at the Cow Palace in San Francisco. It was 1976. Got my tickets from the Army MWR Center. 8th row from the stage! Whether luck or whatnot, what great seats. I don’t remember the cost of the tickets, but didn’t have a lot of money back then. Was just an E-3/Private First Class. Whatever I paid was a pittance … so my luck, or David Bowie’s generosity to the military, was much appreciated.
Tryin’ To Get To Heaven (Dylan): this song was featured only on a promotional CD for an upcoming album ‘Hours’ … but did not make it to the final album. The track was released online by a Catalan radio station.
It appears that back in 1998, Dylan had just released the song on his own new album. Bowie loved it and recorded it. Whatever Bowie’s intent with the song was, at least we got to hear it.
A strange but thematically related song is Bowie’s ‘Death’ from a few years earlier, 1995.
Listen to these songs several times and it makes you feel too damned introspective. So let’s remember David Bowie for the ever changing creative creature that he was … from his very beginning.
BTW — Am feeling healthy and just plain super. These songs are just songs. Nothing more.
1976 – Monterey, California – My roommate was a huge Marshall Tucker Band fan. He was from Mississippi. His mom was always sending him boxes of ‘Mississippi Mud Cakes’ … a kind of really rich chocolate brownie with nuts and stuff. He didn’t care for them. I was the beneficiary of good music AND some of the best brownies in the world … plus my dorm room looked out over the Monterey Bay.
Back from December 1975 to January 1977, I was a student at the Defense Language Institute, Department of Defense, studying Czech and Slovak. My roomie was a Russian language student. We both arrived about the same time. Was a good year or so living the life out in California. Lots of folks may speak bad about California but there is a reason that so many people love the place once they go out there.
I never ever made it back to California to live. In summer of 1981 I did get the chance to go to Smith College, a school for women in Long Beach. Was a glorious summer. There weren’t any women at the college during summer … so the 6th Army rented its dorms for living space. I could walk to the beach from my dorm. Nice. During the weekdays we would be bused to an Army base where we ‘refreshed’ our foreign language skills using transcendental meditation, or a form thereof, called ‘Super Learning‘. We were the guinea pigs. Great results! Our class had a colonel that sat in and monitored the class. His mission was to report back whether ‘Super Learning’ was of benefit to learning and expanding foreign language knowledge. It was, but my assumption is that his report said otherwise. He was not comfortable with us zoning out in order to zone in.
Voodoo Child-Jimi Hendrix / Gayageum ver. by Luna
CYMATICS: Science Vs. Music – Nigel Stanford
Occoquan, Virginia commemorates 150th years since the end of the Civil War
The bell of the former Methodist church that now serves as Occoquan’s townhall rang out for four minutes, one minute for each year of the war.
Hello March 4th, 2015!
Since the BAD WEATHER has decided to double down then perhaps you need to make sure that Jesus travels with you whereever you go. And he is on sale for $3 off — your own Dashboard Jesus … Amazon Prime members can get him for free shipping.
A dashboard Buddha is also available … but I’m thinking that Buddha isn’t so helpful in car accidents … not unless you want to come back as a newer, nicer car in your next life.
Elton John’s Rocket Man Gets Bluegrassed … and it is good … by Iron Horse Bluegrass.
The video imagery just really cinches the wonderfulness of this video. Enjoy!
Thirty years ago this week I departed Augsburg, Germany to report to Fort Sill, Oklahoma for the Warrant Officer Basic Training Course.
Augsburg, and Germany, had been a constant part of my life since June 1977. Many adventures. MANY friends. Some heartbreaks. Only the best memories of a band of brothers and sisters.
Today I remain close friends with many of my comrades-in-arms from those days. (Actually our primary weapon was a set of headphones, sometimes with multiple conversations going on in each ear. Whereever we went there were antennaes and … stuff for the antennaes to plug into.)
1985 was also the 2000th anniversary of Augsburg, Germany since its founding by the Romans. Much of my life in Augsburg was lived in the RathausPlatz (city hall plaza), the city’s center: drinking beer, eating schnitzel, shopping, museums, whatever. It was a great place to hang.
One of my very best buddies was Kent Nutting, whom I met while a mudpacker at U.S. Army Field Station Augsburg. To my great surprise he was also best friends with Joseph Cummins, whom I worked with daily. Together we drank a lot of beer chased by strong coffee and ouzo and … we did what soldiers do best … when they are not doing other things that they also do best.
Note: A ‘Mudpacker’ is a highly technical military intelligence term from the world of SIGINT (Signals Intelligence). We also worked ‘tricks’ while being ‘mudpackers’. I could tell you what that means … but I won’t … unless you buy me some Bier und Wurst mit Senf (beer and sausages with mustard) … then we can talk … if you have the proper security clearance.
The wax engraving below of the Zentralplatz and its huge Kirche (church), made to look like a copper image, was a goodbye gift from Kent Nutting. It has been a prized possession ever since.
Sure, I’ve seen the blue tents and some homeless standing on street corners. Yet, it was not that long ago that I went for medical treatment every day for seven weeks. Each day at 9AM there was the same person on the same street corner with a sign that said: ‘Just lost my job. I have two young kids. Please help!’ Sure. OK. I have also been approached a number of times by another person in the same parking lot over a three year period that zooms in on people just getting out of their car. Her story: ‘I forgot my purse and $5 will help get me enough gas to safely get home.’ Sure. OK. You have a great day until you corner me in the parking lot again!
It can be easy to write some folks off as scammers.
Back in October 2014, I was at a committee meeting for a local civic association. They are all good people. They want to help. They want a better community. The topic of homelessness came up and how that would be a good topic for a community information and education panel. Truthfully: I was indifferent. However, it bothered me greatly that the discussion quickly turned into almost an attack on the homeless and somewhat on the person (strong disparagement rather than an attack) that proposed the topic for us to focus on.
As the committee chair, that set my hair on fire. Admittedly there did not seem to be much enthusiasm for the topic from the committee, and my own experiences had jaded me. However, every idea needs examination when the proposer went to the effort to put together pages of supporting data.
If only to determine the viability of the idea of homelessness as an area of concern in our community I agreed to personally assist the topic proposer in learning more about the topic and to personally investigate.
One other committee member challenged me to do more than just to learn more. Go meet with homeless groups and go meet the homeless. So in early December, just after Thanksgiving I did. I got out and started meeting the homeless in person. It has been an education. I have learned that ‘I just lost my job’ and ‘I forgot my purse’ are anomalies. Our community is full of people in real need. Hundreds. The official count is almost 500. The real number is undoubtedly higher.
After failing to get my civic association to do more than to just talk about it, or to show much interest in wanting to learn more, I made the decision to start PWCHomeless.com. My goal is simple: enable those that are trying to help those less fortunate to be more successful.
The homeless are not out there scamming and mooching their way through life. Most have some major challenges and most face it humbly without seeking handouts of any kind. In fact, one of the things that I discovered is that an amazing number of homeless may live in tents on whatever piece of land they can squat upon … but they also have jobs. Those jobs just do not support them well enough to live in the housing that is available to them.
I am not an activist, at least not in the traditional sense. There is nothing specific that I am seeking to change.
I am not an advocate. I am not asking government for anything, other than maybe some creative alternatives to services that it provides to other citizens.
I am continuing to learn and in the process I have discovered members of my community exist in their daily lives at great risk. Hopefully, PWCHomeless.com can connect those with need with those that can help.
Got news about helping those less well off? Send to Bill@Bill4DogCatcher.com