Sunday, October 10, 2010

Walking Down Memory Lane @January-1970

I remember sitting in class one January morning. the year was 1970, we were still newcomers to Manly Iowa. since we were coming from 10 miles away, it didn't seem to be a 'newcomer' paradise, but rather an 'out in the country' experience. i still had to make new friends, and new study buddies. that in itself, was rather fun. the eye candy in manly was certainly desireable and quite obtainable. maybe it was my youth that got me through the zippers. whatever it was, i don't have it now.

anyway, um, back to january 1970. we've been in town for 6 months, and i made a few friends, or so i t hought they were my friends. they were countable on one hand. but january 1970 was the time i was sent away by the court in worth county. why? because i 'stole' 35 cars. it wasn't really stealing, it was more like borrowing, because i always returned the vehicles with more gas in them than when i borrowed them. it even made the town's weekly newspaper, the signal. i was dubbed 'the gas bandit' and for a couple of weeks, i was famous (your name in the paper made you 'famous'). but it all came to a screeching halt when i had a flat tire one night out on highway 9. see, the problem wasn't that i had a flat tire, no. the problem was that i was driving the town cop's car.

it was like an addiction. taking my parents' 59 buick special out for a 2hr ride around north iowa @ 2am was simply just good ol' country boy fun.

that car made it through two worth county fair demolition races. the first time earning a big friggin trophy. i had nothing to do with this event, but it brought smiles to my face when i heard about it. i KNEW ol' betty, so named after my aunt in northwood,

no, i was sittin behind locked doors,from jan-aug of '70, i spent that time in durand illinois. the boys farm school. i don't know what it is now. i think it's still a school. i think the BFS was a private concern, not run by the state. i know when they transferred me out of BFS to a place in eldora iowa, only this was the state run vocational school for 'wayward' boys. 99% of the kids in eldora were court ordered. i'm not sure what role the court played in all of my commitment. certainly they had the last say.

but ol' betty served me many a good times. both in manly, and in surrounding towns, mainly mason city. i'm real surprised that no cop ever thought of stopping me. i was big for my age, i know that. but still. a kid no older than 13.5, out at 3am? c'mON. even in 1970, that had to raise a few eyebrows, no? i'm afraid the only ones that can answer that are in the ground, god bless their souls. ayup, betty got me a lot of dick too.

 that was when i started my affair with the town cop. i would sneak out, and when i got done driving, i would park the car, and walk back into the yonder in this little house alongside the lumber yard. can't remember his name right off hand, but i ended up getting sent away after i got caught with his car out on hwy 9 with a flat tire. the guy who stopped me turned me in, i jus know it. from that day on, i knew two things in manly iowa: one - they's a decent bunch of horndogs in manly iowa. and two - they never got the best if they aint had me. i was a out and proud even back in 70, the first year of gay liberation. stonewall happened on my 13th birthday, 6/27/69.  those numbers are golden.  6(2+7) 69.  like gaga sings, i was born this way.

Wednesday, August 25, 2010

the Visitors by ABBA


both are great. so, sing along:

I hear the doorbell ring and suddenly the panic

takes me
The sound so ominously tearing through the

silence
I cannot move, I'm standing
Numb and frozen
Among the things I love so dearly
The books, the paintings and the furniture
Help me...

The signal's sounding once again and someone

tries the doorknob
None of my friends would be so stupidly

impatient
And they don't dare to come here
Anymore now
But how I loved our secret meetings
We talked and talked in quiet voices
Smiling...

Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming through the door
I feel I'm
Crackin' up
Voices growing louder, irritation building
And I'm close to fainting
Crackin' up
They must know by now I'm in here trembling
In a terror evergrowing
Crackin' up
My whole world is falling, going crazy
There is no escaping now, I'm
Crackin' up

These walls have witnessed all the anguish of

humiliation
And seen the hope of freedom glow in shining

faces
And now they've come to take me
Come to break me
And yet it isn't unexpected
I have been waiting for these visitors
Help me...

Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming through the door
I feel I'm
Crackin' up
Voices growing louder, irritation building
And I'm close to fainting
Crackin' up
They must know by now I'm in here trembling
In a terror evergrowing
Crackin' up
My whole world is falling, going crazy
There is no escaping now, I'm
Crackin' up

Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming through the door
I feel I'm
Crackin' up
Voices growing louder, irritation building
And I'm close to fainting
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
They must know by now I'm in here trembling
In a terror evergrowing
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
My whole world is falling, going crazy
There is no escaping now, I'm
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
Now I hear them moving
Muffled noises coming through the door
I feel I'm
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
Voices growing louder, irritation building
And I'm close to fainting
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
They must know by now I'm in here trembling
In a terror evergrowing
Crackin' up
(I have been waiting for these visitors)
My whole world is falling, going crazy
There is no escaping now, I'm
Crackin' up

(fade)


and:


thanks to the internet. i just wanted fast access to them. no profit has been or will be made from the publication of these lyrics on farpoint. done purely for educational purpose.

the year? 1980. the same year i went into the navy. the same year i went for my 2nd rehab in cherokee (ia). the same year that i met jerry. need i say any more?

anyway, i hope someone else gets as much enjoyment walking down memory lane as i did.

Sunday, August 01, 2010

Tuesday, February 7, 1989

well, i guess it doesn't matter which way, because it feels like it could be over.

gallagher (beth) called early, but didn't get msg til late

maybe i hope, getting much off belmont
being hounded by stuart

Saturday, February 4, 1989

conflicts of attitude
w/stuart
$60 stu
jerry & lydina in
Reup 9
jerry took off
over 20
B.D. Gene

Tuesday, January 31, 1989

late to work
9:15 - 4:15 (1/2) 6.5

home evening

40 advance from gallagher
made love this am w/jerry - NICE!

Friday, January 27, 1989

i'm so tired of dealing with these people
that take full advantage of my kindness
so tired of letting things get out of control

confirmed job for Monday. YEAH!
i've been cutting it out, and going public with the change
JNB were.

Thursday, May 27, 2010

all i can say is HALLELUJAH ! !

that's right, i said it.... and the video couldn't have been edited any better.

HALLELUJAH ...

for the 100th time

really, i just can't get enough of everlast's saving grace. it's been over an hour now. another hour and i say it should be quittin time. if ya got an hour or 45 minutes, stick around, the show is getting better. watch holly hunter's take on grace's journey. it'll explain alot of the video takes. it's better when you understand the story.

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

gotta get this on top of it all

i only need to put some space in beween this post, and the next post. which would have been the first post had this post not been presented. anyway, i think i'll put a pic in here. hmm, now which one would i like to do? my desktop? hmm ya, why not.

Monday, May 24, 2010

5 years worth

make that 5.5 years worth. yup. today i emptied the ol' hag. took me a full minute plus, to stop shaking afterwards. all i can say is *whew*

http://www.flickr.com/photos/masoncitylife/4637407184/

hopefully it wont take another 5 years to empty again.

Thursday, May 06, 2010

in a spate of self-promotion

i've played it three times tonite and i heard something new each time.

Thursday, April 22, 2010

ben thinkin' about robert clivilles lately

and wanted to compile a list of his hits...almost too many to remember. i tell ya, the boy has talent, God was good to him. anyway, found this (i wonder if it's a complete list) on the internet:


ya know, some people are hot when they're young and they lose it as they grow older. or, they're bland while young, and grow up into a real hottie once they've aged some. but this kid, this kid was hot the day he was born, and will be hot til the day he dies. just LOOK at those eyes!! not to mention the body on them bones.

God made only one.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010

catch up time

i'm just lookin through this blog, and see no entries between 1986 and 1990. it's like those 4 years are just gone on to better lands. unless i hear music, i will hesitate to state what time frame it is/was. and then before 1986. 1980 was the navy year. 80-81. new york after that. new york while at sub school was always a nice thing to have. and sub school/;nuke school/personnelman school. that i'm on the books down there as being the only one in history to have a 3 day assignment to the school. yup, went thru that like a breeze behind me, and nothing ahead of me. i don't think i've ever told the story of how the navy came to be.

i was dj'n in denver colorado. was dropped off there by a man (and his boyfriend) who worked at the mental health institute in cherokee, iowa. i was there on drug rehab, and went thru the 30 day program in like 4 months. i only needed a place to go. i was running out of hotel money in des moines. i think i did 4 nites at that hotel. fort des moines i believe. yup, got through the social network they have in des moines for the state. see, i had history with cherokee. lots of it. my first time there was in 1970. i was put on the children's unit, but was moved to the azdoloescent ward after about a week. once in the adolescent ward, i could roam the grounds. and play my beloved piano (it was the only way i could pray for the longest time). ya, cherokee and i are old pals.

anyway, that was all 1979-1980. halloween was the day i entered boot camp. it was a friday that year (80). i had to spend the whole weekend in my army gear. bars and all. i graduated from one bar to two bars. a captain in the army, but only a lieutenant in the navy. i even went thru the silver bar first. it was my uniform throughout the 70's. but ya, cherokee is a helluva place. this HUMONGOUS main building had tunnels. lots of them, and they went to every building on the campus. there was this rolloing prairie as it's backyard, complete with stream, and cows. cherokee will always remain with me, as the place i first discovered god.

oh and the master list of locations where i lived for at least 30 days.