Then Again, We All Matter--Mad Hatter Out
Well, I’m on my way to Stevie Nicks’ show at the Chronicle Pavilion. I used to work backstage guarding nothing in particular before and during shows there in 1995 when it was the Concord Pavilion. I played table tennis against John Denver once backstage...I think I got in trouble for that one...for singing with the Temptations and for parking my convertible BMW in the backstage lot instead of walking all the way up...worked for me...but oh well. I am what I am. I’ve loved Fleetwood Mac since the late 70’s. I remember watching the Grammy’s when I was a kid and seeing they had won Album of the Year for 1977 with Rumours. I was hooked ever since…well…maybe a bit before that. I remember hearing Frozen Love in the middle of the night while awake as normal listening to a DJ play what was an obscure record to him at the time called Buckingham Nicks from "way back in 1973"….this was around 1975-78 of course so the hunt was on for me to find that album with Stevi (with an I) on it...which I later got a cassette tape of it and then the album and now made a CD of it in the studio since they've never released it digitally.
I am almost 17 months into my recovery from my motorcycle accident or was it really an accident experience. I went to Fleetwood Mac last year 3 months after the accident in California as a 'pep me up' from Michael and a former guitar player in my band named Doug…didn’t understand much, which killed me. I’m still deaf from the pavement meeting my head unexpectedly so all sound is nothing but inaudible noise for me to decipher now. I hear things, but none of it makes sense. It’s a bit like learning a new language or being dropped off on on an island where no one speaks your language...I've done this before so it is exactly like that. I need to feel music again. Fleetwood Mac music was my lifesaver for me the first time my world was rocked during some pretty rough heavy 'Jesus years' as a teen….I’m hoping I feel Stephanie Lynn Nicks tonight…. The music I sing most likely will not reach the millions others have; however,....I bet you Stevie, Janis, Billie or Sheryl doesn't have a Banca boat in Ioilo, Caticlan or Boracay named after them in say any random little Third World islands near you. Help me come in out of the darkness. Years disappeared and much has gone by...since then. I'm on the edge all right and 17 has nothing to do with it. I'm just trying to rock on like a true Gold Dust Woman should. I play for free and my fans all live in trees or have passed on...but it's all the same...I sing for the things money can't buy...in real life...for the love of the passion you're given in life....Mine is music. I wish to feel it again. 8-13-2020 Careful for what you wish...great cliche' I'm living true. Pandemic, systemic racism, political skewering...and I hear & feel it all. Technology is fantastic; it doesn't exist to "fix" any of what we're all experiencing right now. This is life; live & share the experience for more positivity to keep on keeping on and on and on......Peace Out, Melody
Saturday, July 30, 2005
Just Like a Melody, Nothing Else Matters
Then Again, We All Matter--Mad Hatter Out
Well, I’m on my way to Stevie Nicks’ show at the Chronicle Pavilion. I used to work backstage guarding nothing in particular before and during shows there in 1995 when it was the Concord Pavilion. I played table tennis against John Denver once backstage...I think I got in trouble for that one...for singing with the Temptations and for parking my convertible BMW in the backstage lot instead of walking all the way up...worked for me...but oh well. I am what I am. I’ve loved Fleetwood Mac since the late 70’s. I remember watching the Grammy’s when I was a kid and seeing they had won Album of the Year for 1977 with Rumours. I was hooked ever since…well…maybe a bit before that. I remember hearing Frozen Love in the middle of the night while awake as normal listening to a DJ play what was an obscure record to him at the time called Buckingham Nicks from "way back in 1973"….this was around 1975-78 of course so the hunt was on for me to find that album with Stevi (with an I) on it...which I later got a cassette tape of it and then the album and now made a CD of it in the studio since they've never released it digitally.
I am almost 17 months into my recovery from my motorcycle accident or was it really an accident experience. I went to Fleetwood Mac last year 3 months after the accident in California as a 'pep me up' from Michael and a former guitar player in my band named Doug…didn’t understand much, which killed me. I’m still deaf from the pavement meeting my head unexpectedly so all sound is nothing but inaudible noise for me to decipher now. I hear things, but none of it makes sense. It’s a bit like learning a new language or being dropped off on on an island where no one speaks your language...I've done this before so it is exactly like that. I need to feel music again. Fleetwood Mac music was my lifesaver for me the first time my world was rocked during some pretty rough heavy 'Jesus years' as a teen….I’m hoping I feel Stephanie Lynn Nicks tonight…. The music I sing most likely will not reach the millions others have; however,....I bet you Stevie, Janis, Billie or Sheryl doesn't have a Banca boat in Ioilo, Caticlan or Boracay named after them in say any random little Third World islands near you. Help me come in out of the darkness. Years disappeared and much has gone by...since then. I'm on the edge all right and 17 has nothing to do with it. I'm just trying to rock on like a true Gold Dust Woman should. I play for free and my fans all live in trees or have passed on...but it's all the same...I sing for the things money can't buy...in real life...for the love of the passion you're given in life....Mine is music. I wish to feel it again. 8-13-2020 Careful for what you wish...great cliche' I'm living true. Pandemic, systemic racism, political skewering...and I hear & feel it all. Technology is fantastic; it doesn't exist to "fix" any of what we're all experiencing right now. This is life; live & share the experience for more positivity to keep on keeping on and on and on......Peace Out, Melody
Friday, July 01, 2005
It's July 1, 2005 and the world keeps spinning and I didn't die---well, technically I did...twice that night, but who's counting---crows or feet? I'm just scaring the hell out of them or eating them in my own blizzard of Oz zone. Listening to any crows in nests or bars would be nirvana...but my teen spirit got up and went long before I became a crash test dummy dying to hear Mrs. Potter's Lullaby or Landslide one more time. I'm creating this thing because I write everyday anyway as a way to help heal my heart and what's left of my soul since I lost my hearing, broke my back and spirit and can't or won't try to write/sing/play or listen to my music I've played all over every Third World country near you...not to mention my now defunct band/s since I became a motorcycle accident (or was it) passenger SOUL survivor last March 13, 2004. I never heard music when I listened to it anyway....It was if I were a part of music...I felt it...it is still inside me and now it is killing me softly...Melody doesn't live here anymore. She exists in theory, and that isn't working for me. I just want that feeling back and I'll go away happily. I'm trying to find a way to live through this experience. The glitter fades; but I didn't. Anybody can sing...but there's only one MELODY. That is I.
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