Photo warning: you may want to steer clear of me, since I'm no longer on my best behaviour, in the office.
You know what she is for me, don't you?
Michelle and others like her spell trouble.
She reminds of a lot I've been in before and more to be looked forward in future!
Some people know I enjoy eye language, especially Michelle's, she's got a lovely pair and they're intriguing to read. Unfortunately, though she's rather older than she looks, it's not me she's addressing, she likes women too!
It's late, time for bed and with no more than the cat to jump on me when I'm least expecting it, but I've just made quite a few changes here after an odd week where I even had a wonderful whiff of country air.
I didn't give a warning just because nearly the next thing is to be totally ruthless with the blogroll. I promise those destined to vanish it's nothing personal, your sites got there over more than two and a half years because they appealed to me. Many still do, but there's too much else cluttering up the main pages no longer a big part of my life.
Animal magic and Ana Gracey
"Stop this itch from contaminating me
I can feel your blood beneath my skin"
That second line from one of her songs has haunted me on and off for more than a year now, so I really should drop one to Ana Gracey (home), who had the first voice of a woman to reach me out of nowhere and help make this site what it's well on its way to becoming.
Ana may even be wondering what happened to a screenplay I was working on so hard then and suddenly realised was pointless, though if ever such an idea pops into my head again, she could do some great songs to go with it.
"I can feel your head between my breasts
Going down, down, down," she kindly adds.
"Am I alive? Can you feel my heart beating?
Am I still here? Am I redeemable?
When it gets dark I feel surprised
Don't know why I don't remember each time
Don't know why your touch twists my thighs
Right around, round, down
I've thought for hours about that night
Just before you ..."
... but the rest of what a man did to Ana in that song, 'Redeemable,' you can find out at her place, above, since's she's stayed generous as ever, while she and the fellows have another one for the Ana Gracey Band, plus a new album I won't wait very long before buying and telling you about some day soon. One she markets her own way.
Her lyrical openness, honesty, and courage as an independent soul -- being a good-looking woman as well is something I'd nearly begin taking for granted in such people if it wasn't quite a turn-on sometimes! -- can let Ana stand in this morning for all of them, the scores of singers and fine musicians who've won my respect and admiration and has determined me to make this one of their web sites.
Plenty of vitamin C
Today, as you may have realised, is my birthday.
That's hardly a thing to log, is it, when the last thing I need is to be showered with gifts? But it's not just any old birthday. They don't often come with zeroes tacked inexorably on the end.
So I don't plan to sleep in late, simply get some and then tell you right here up front, whether you're newcomers to this log or among those who've for incomprehensible reason stuck with through some very testing times, what I'm up to and why!
Regrettably, having meditated on the past half-century of women, sex, music and love, guess what?
I intend to get more personal than ever. If you kick up a stink when I very occasionally log pictures of women who don't wear much, if anything, and still do this when it doesn't bother musicians inclined to bare their bodies as readily as their souls, then it won't just be trouble I'm, it's boiling oil!
Seeing just isn't enough.
It's impossible to go on writing about musicians who often also even give us soul-food to keep us together better than any medicine can -- now I know they too would like me to join those trying to treat them the way they deserve -- without letting you in on a few secrets.
With luck, you might make a wide-eyed protest or three, but that makes no odds to me if I can manage to tell you how I learned to listen as so often asked to do, mainly by women with whom I'd got into trouble, until this lot came along.
That calls for a lot of yoghurt, then a kip with a cat who's not so bad really. Then I'll tell you about some scholars who astonish me far more nowadays than the ladies do, because they persist in producing even more drivel about music than reams of rubbish I've logged sometimes about sex...
I'll probably own up to that!
I know what I wanted for my birthday.
So did some of you, when I think about that, but I struck lucky. Because one morning I got it, I really did and now all I've need to do is find her. It won't be easy, but I shall.
This time I'll get the one I'm talking about right, so I don't mind telling you what went wrong. Who knows? Most singer-songwriters know a thing or two and that's one reason we like them, even love 'em, because we're adrift on the same old sea.
Sleep tight! But not too tight if you're lucky enough to have any choice about that.
4:22:45 AM 
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