ah,the days of being in a relationship with a woman,who loved painkilllers with her jug wine.

who would wake me up in the dead of the night,using the super heated metal tops of a bic lighter on the bottom of my feet (those are called "smileys" for those who do not know) to scream at me about some girl who had the audacity to look my way at target,because 3:30am is the time to find out if i am having sexual thoughts about random women.

or an earlier girlfriend whose father was a prominent artist in the country and was holding a weekend jazz festival.i had a customer who had cerebal palsy,and one leg had been amputated,whose boyfriend had just broke up with her and she was a wreck.

so i had this bright idea! why doesn't this poor emotional wreck of a woman come to the jazz festival of my girlfriends dad? that will get her mind off things right?

but,having a second person accompany made me a little late.so when i finally showed up,my girlfriend was already half in the bag,and mad.i tried to explain and introduce her to mary,the heartbroken girl.

and my girlfriend broke my nose with a bottle of michelob.i do not think she cared that mary was heart broken,and an utter wreck in need of human company.i could be wrong,this is just a guess,but the bleeding from my broken nose may have been a strong indicator.

or how about the time i was counseling a long time friend,who had pulled a midnight move out to escape a man who had basically had her trapped in a spare room,chaining her to the wall.that man had gone as far as severing her achilles tendons,after her first attempt to escape,and this woman suffered from a severe case of PTSD.

now she did form an almost childlike bond to me.maybe because i had offered her the first taste of true compassion,and offered her safety and comfort,and allowed her to talk the poison and bile out that had been building inside her for over three years.

but her attachment to me,which was to be expected,was not viewed favorably by my girlfriend.i spent a lot of time and attention in drawing this broken and damaged young woman to feel safe,and to begin to feel human again(which infuriated my girlfriend).my patio was always filled with friends,artists and people of interest,and i did my best to bring a normalcy to this young womans life in order to help her acclimate,and to feel human again.

and my girlfriend would come home,get drunk,and start to whisper the most vile.and disgusting things..not about this young woman,but about me.

which,of course,if you understand the mentality of an abuse victim.especially one who had suffered such as she had.any criticism,or perceived threat to the person who had (in their mind) saved them,will create incredible anger and anxiety.

so because of my girlfriends irrational jealousy of this woman,and in her drunken selfishness,she went out of her way to make this woman feel as uncomfortable,and as unsafe (the exact opposite of what i was trying to do).so much so that the young woman...who didn't want to be a burden,or affect my life in a negative way...left my home,and wrote me she would never come back,because she loved me and didnt want to cause problems.

two weeks later she was found dead in motel room.over dose of piankiller and xanax...and wrists slashed to ribbons.

or how about the time one of my girlfriends broke three of my ribs,because i was being kind to a waitress?

or the time another girlfriend stabbed me,because while she was unhappy with our relationship,she could not abide me talking to anyone who owned a vagina.in this case a fellow artist i was collaborating with,and who happened to be not only an amazing human being but beautiful as well.

or that one time,when i broke up with a girl,because it simply was not working out and she repeatedly rammed her ford fairmont station wagon into my brand new firebird?

oh..the stories i can tell about all my wonderful relationships,and the women i have shared portions of my life with.i could write a book...

and then i watch this video,and i am overcome with an urge to drive cross country to the creators home,walk inside,grab him by the ankles and crag him outsides....and beat him senseless.

because he is coming from a false premise.
he is implying the that the benefits of relationships outweigh he selective memory our brains create when reliving our moments of singlehood.

when the reality is this:as long as you have friends,who love and accept you for who you are,you are never actually single.you are surrounded and loved by an extended family.

i do not need a girlfriend.
i do not want a girlfriend.
i am not interested in getting married.
and as i have revealed here,i would prefer some memories to remain buried under the much happier and adoring memories of my actual friends who put up with my eccentricities,and my overall oddness,rather than deal with a woman who is smitten with the ideas fed to them by institutions,and periodicals such as comsopolitian and vogue.

though,ironically,i have two ex girlfriends living in my home as i write this.
one is a former porn star,and current stripper who suffers from paranoid schizophrenia,and is a recovering addict.

while the other i had to go do a midnight rescue from a place where she was renting a room,but the house was junkie house,and she is a recovering addict as well (and they also kept stealing everything from her).she has bought a house,but it needs work and that work is taking fooooooorever.

and BOTH of these women still harbor some residual feelings towards me.even though i have been quite clear,open and honest that i have ZERO interest in rekindling anything,with either of them,but that hasn't stopped them from being all catty with each other,and causing drama,and complaining about the smallest,tiniest and most ridiculous of things to bitch about.

at first i tried to play referee.
i did my best to help everyone get along,until i realized they both had no interest in getting along.they wanted to outdo the other in order to get my attention.

which is just.....dumb..but anyways,my new way of handling their insipid complaints is always this response:i don't care.

and it seems to work beautifully.

so there you have my story,or at least part of it.
and i have to say...this guy is kinda full of shit.

for those of you happily married,with a great partner,i salute you.good for you,and i mean that.

but for me?
no thanks.i am good.

he's also a skilled pilot and flies around in his own twin-engine turboprop>> ^oritteropo:

I met him once in the 80s, when he was visiting my neighbour. He demonstrated how to do a wheelie on my farm motorbike... but I never managed it. I suspect that it was easier for someone heavier than I was.
I think they persuaded him to get out his trumpet, too.
>> ^kulpims:
saw him play live twice and I booked him in 2007 to play in our concert hall ... great musician, great man

No no, thank you for always posting the music and videos you really like! It's hard to get your real interests to sift, isn't it? Glad to help!
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Thanks for this one too :
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*promote

Thanks for this one too
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*promote

I met him once in the 80s, when he was visiting my neighbour. He demonstrated how to do a wheelie on my farm motorbike... but I never managed it. I suspect that it was easier for someone heavier than I was.

I think they persuaded him to get out his trumpet, too.
>> ^kulpims:

saw him play live twice and I booked him in 2007 to play in our concert hall ... great musician, great man

Wow, thank you, I got it. Very cool.



In reply to this comment by dbot2006:
It was in Toronto during what was then the du Maurier Jazz festival. Tents, outdoor and venue shows all week, I got comped some tickets when I was working at an ad agency. When I arrived the tent was PACKED and the band had just taken the stage. Somehow I ended right up front and just off to the side, it was the best seat in the house. Chic's expressions all night were that of joy, his band was phenomenal. He was on fire.

In reply to this comment by chicchorea:
>> ^dbot2006:

I saw Mr Corea perform in a tent one hot summer's evening many years ago; it was a fantastic night of music. Great sift!


That sounds incredible. There isn't a more intimate venue that I can imagine.

May I ask where? I want to get the image more clearly in my head.

It was in Toronto during what was then the du Maurier Jazz festival. Tents, outdoor and venue shows all week, I got comped some tickets when I was working at an ad agency. When I arrived the tent was PACKED and the band had just taken the stage. Somehow I ended right up front and just off to the side, it was the best seat in the house. Chic's expressions all night were that of joy, his band was phenomenal. He was on fire.

In reply to this comment by chicchorea:
>> ^dbot2006:

I saw Mr Corea perform in a tent one hot summer's evening many years ago; it was a fantastic night of music. Great sift!


That sounds incredible. There isn't a more intimate venue that I can imagine.

May I ask where? I want to get the image more clearly in my head.

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Jennifer Lopez and Ricky Martin........ need I say more??

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
Hey! I draw the line at making fun of puerto ricans. They've done a lot for our um...they've uh...they're a really...

...bananas, they have bananas there.

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
You live in squalor because youre a Puerto Rican, not because your cheap.

No wonder you like cheetos

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
pfffffff jew gold hahaha...that's rich. I live in squalor cuz I'm poor not cuz I'm cheap.

...oh shit a cheet-o on the floor *OM NOM NOM*

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
It's true that we play "tongue tacos" as you so eloquently put it. Unfortunately I do not ALWAYS side with her. I will, however, always side with her Anti-Semitic views when they concern you.

So.... I will be needing a map to the place where you keep your Jew gold, sugar tits.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.

Hey! I draw the line at making fun of puerto ricans. They've done a lot for our um...they've uh...they're a really...

...bananas, they have bananas there.

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
You live in squalor because youre a Puerto Rican, not because your cheap.

No wonder you like cheetos

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
pfffffff jew gold hahaha...that's rich. I live in squalor cuz I'm poor not cuz I'm cheap.

...oh shit a cheet-o on the floor *OM NOM NOM*

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
It's true that we play "tongue tacos" as you so eloquently put it. Unfortunately I do not ALWAYS side with her. I will, however, always side with her Anti-Semitic views when they concern you.

So.... I will be needing a map to the place where you keep your Jew gold, sugar tits.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.

You live in squalor because youre a Puerto Rican, not because your cheap.

No wonder you like cheetos

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
pfffffff jew gold hahaha...that's rich. I live in squalor cuz I'm poor not cuz I'm cheap.

...oh shit a cheet-o on the floor *OM NOM NOM*

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
It's true that we play "tongue tacos" as you so eloquently put it. Unfortunately I do not ALWAYS side with her. I will, however, always side with her Anti-Semitic views when they concern you.

So.... I will be needing a map to the place where you keep your Jew gold, sugar tits.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.

pfffffff jew gold hahaha...that's rich. I live in squalor cuz I'm poor not cuz I'm cheap.

...oh shit a cheet-o on the floor *OM NOM NOM*

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
It's true that we play "tongue tacos" as you so eloquently put it. Unfortunately I do not ALWAYS side with her. I will, however, always side with her Anti-Semitic views when they concern you.

So.... I will be needing a map to the place where you keep your Jew gold, sugar tits.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.

It's true that we play "tongue tacos" as you so eloquently put it. Unfortunately I do not ALWAYS side with her. I will, however, always side with her Anti-Semitic views when they concern you.

So.... I will be needing a map to the place where you keep your Jew gold, sugar tits.

In reply to this comment by rottenseed:
oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.

oh not you too, blowupcunt. Just because you and peggedbea play taco tongues every weekend doesn't mean you have to side with her on everything

In reply to this comment by inflatablevagina:
Yeah thanks a lot Jew.

>> ^peggedbea:
my schizophrenic german immigrant family always told me jews were responsible for bad weather.
iv and i found ourselves unemployed and childless on the first friday night in probably 8 years. we just tried to see george clinton and parliament funkadelic at an outdoor jazz festival. it was cancelled due to seriously inclement weather. so then we decided wed go see inglorious basterds because moms NEVER get to go to movies, it rained so hard i couldnt even see where i was driving. we were 10 minutes late and the power was out.
thanks you fucking jerk.
who knows when we will ever have these opportunities again.
and since we had nothing else to do we sat on my front porch and chain smoked in the rain for HOURS. thanks for giving us pneumonia.