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pidunk 09:10 pm UTC 07/30/07 |
| In reply to: | susan please die - lotus_nz 09:01 pm UTC 07/30/07 |
Oh for heavens sake, I did that already, and it was a drag. I totally hated it, it was awful. The art drawing of the woman you see everywhere on the site, is a woman dead covered partially by a violet colored blanket. That is a portrait of me, in the death from my past life. The blanket covered the vital parts of my body as I was fished out of the river nude, and at that point my husband who was the one we now know as Jim C., spoke to me very very emotional words. I heard him. We talked about that when we were children, we exchanged memories of that day, and we agree on this memory as if we had that day only just in this life, but it was the last life, it was my death, and it was a torturous experince for him, and thinking of his heartbreak makes me cry every time. Some day I will die again, and I hope that it won't be for a long time yet to come. Same with my Jimmy and all those who are loving and wonderful people. God Bless us all with long life and harmony. IXOYE > > > > > > > > > 13 Minutes > > > > > > That's how long my parents lasted with Meatloaf. Thirteen > > > minutes. I had anticipated that it would be loud - too > > > loud for my mother to enjoy, but I was way off. My father > > > called it "absolute noise" - and he's not one of those > > > fathers who complains that all that crap the kids listen > > > to these days is noise. He really meant it. > > > > I'm sorry I seem to have lost track of time. What decade > > are we in? Let's see......*look at calendar*.....says here > > we are in the first decade of the second millenium? > > Odd....this is a phenomenon of the sixties....sixties > > what? The sixtieth second of the first decade of the > > second millenium? Noooooo.....it was the sixth decade of > > the first millenium. So let me see if I know my arithmatic > > (some of you don't think so but I've got you fooled I've > > got my abacus right here....no, that is a peanut....*finds > > calculator*). Seems like, the sixth decade of the first > > millenium is four decades earlier than the first decade of > > the second millenium. A decade is ten times four carry the > > one...no there is no one......there, there is no one > > there....ooops, left in the dark again...wrong > > concept......ah! forty years! Now I know what I wanted to > > say. That is a phenomenon of forty years ago. When parents > > were hearing rock for the first time, and kids weren't > > agreeing with their parents on ANYTHING, and this was > > called "The Generation Gap". Now, here this guy who has > > not reached 30 yet (the dreaded thirty of the sixties, got > > that, age thirty, decade of the sixties, a myth that no > > one (see, there really is no one there after all) could be > > trusted after the age of thirty, but silly enough that > > concept was created by people who were all over thirty, > > talk about hoots. They wanted to create social subversion. > > Social subversion is that thing that separates one class > > of people from another for the purpose of dividing and > > conquering a society. Nasty stuff is social subversion. > > Anyway, one of the things they did was the great thing we > > love of bringing us rock and roll, but now that we all > > have generations that love it together, the social > > subversion has shifted to that of political subversion > > which was their goal anyway. Which, when all is said and > > done, when it comes to elders, the parents of a > > twenty-something not appreciating rock, or knowing of a > > rock artist of their own "day", I say, respectfully of > > course, that's bullcrap! > > > > > > > > > > Apparently, Mr. Loaf's preference for performing is to > > > crank up the volume to a decibel level that can inflict > > > pain. (Did you know that a sound measuring 120 decibels is > > > 10 times louder that a sound at 110 decibels? The decibel > > > scale increases in a logarithmic formula . . . . oh, give > > > it up. I don't remember the details, but let's just say my > > > dad knows stuff.) He said it was so loud, you could have > > > started up a jet engine in the arena and no one would have > > > heard it. Both of my parents wore earplugs (such good > > > planners!), but they didn't help at all. My dad said his > > > teeth hurt. > > > > I once walked out of Van Morrison's much anticipated show > > at the wonderfully acoustic Philharmonic Hall (now known > > as Avery Fisher Hall) at Lincoln Center because of > > decibals. I waited for that show because I really enjoyed > > the music of Van Morrison, but the show itself was so > > loud, that physically I was not able to tolerate the > > volume, and walking out, I was very disappointed. But that > > was a sound-board sabatoge, one could say, because anyone > > who knows sound and realizes where the heck they are, > > would place reasonable levels down on the board for > > listening pleasure, rather than listening pain. > > > > Seems to me Justin, like someone just wanted you to write > > about your experience and so they made it as awful as they > > could. Don't be coy, you are known to attend such shows > > and write of them. So see through the blinders and point > > to the ones who did that. It wasn't Meat. > > > > I once performed in a small production on an amatuer but > > public level as Peppermint Patty in You're A Good Man > > Charlie Brown, had all my lines and the rehearsals with > > the guy playing Linus went fine. Except we had no > > rehearsals on the stage with the mics, and no run-throughs > > with audiences prior. Linus broke from cues and made every > > line of mine obsolete and I stood there, dumbfounded, as > > if I had been drunk myself. Shock of surprise could do > > that to someone who misapplies trust. So my advice to you > > is to get a vision of the more complicated things of life. > > And your life will be more successful. > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > > After what seemed to be Mr. Loaf's second song (it was > > > hard to tell if they were actual songs because it was > > > really just noise and Meatloaf screaming), they left the > > > arena, joined by many, many others. One woman said she had > > > to take her heart medication because the noise made her > > > heart start to pound. > > > > Sustained loud sounds are very bad for a heart. When you > > go to your local gym and they have those damndable beats > > as low bass and loud volume as they can go, they are > > actually hurting people. Truth. They are elevating > > people's heart rates even when they are not on a > > treadmill, and some people are there who could tolerate > > strength training but not cardio. I've had times where I > > had to walk out of a gym just because of the sound system. > > > > > > > > > > > > I talked to my mother after the conversation with my > > > father. She said that Meatloaf looked like he was "drunk > > > or on something" (Disclaimer: Mr. Loaf, please understand > > > that is simply her opinion based on her observation of you > > > - and from a distance, I might add. Although there were > > > close-ups of you on the two large screens that flanked the > > > stage. And you looked pretty sloppy.) > > > > I think someone is putting Meat through the ringer. This > > is the United States, and this country is filled with > > those types. That is why such a difference exists between > > American and European performances. I'd wager once this > > administration is humbled properly, Meat's voice will > > sound just fine all the time. > > > > You wonder what politics and the administration has to do > > with it? Yeah, that's a wild one. > > > > Sorry your parents did not have a good time. But why > > didn't they appreciate Meat along with you from their own > > music appreciation? You make them sound like this is a new > > venture for them. That is confusing to me. > > > > >Meatloaf had a red > > > bandana tied to his microphone on the mike stand and my > > > mother asked my aunt why she thought he had it there. My > > > aunt's reply was, "so he can find it." > > > > > If you look at many photos, he has been tying it to the > > microphone so he does not have to wave it in his hands > > like he used to. That red scarf, or red sash, has become > > his performance security blanket, seems to me. > > > > > > > My parents, my aunt, and my uncle were able to salvage the > > > night at Mohegan Sun by having drinks and a good dinner. > > > My uncle really salvaged the night by winning $600. Not > > > too shabby. At least they didn't pay for the tickets. > > > > > > > Like I said, you could consider it a command performance > > in your honor so you would write bad things. > > > > It does not take much to rattle someone on a stage, before > > the stage and everywhere in between. They call such ones > > who do that stuff, "pros". > > > > | |
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