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Gracious – A prog rock discovery that led to some weird, psychadelic stuff happening in my brain

(Originally written a long, long time ago).  

Close friends know this story. A long time ago, when I was 20, I lived with a guy who was 17 years my senior. It ended in disaster (sort of) but the upshot is that, while I was with him, I was exposed to tons of excellent music that existed before I had even been born in 1973. Among this music was a gem of a band called Gracious.

Up the Irons!

(Originally written July 29, 2005)

Well, I’m still in the afterglow of yet another fantastic Iron Maiden adventure. I don’t believe I could ever get tired of seeing the boys live and of feeling the music course through my veins in a way that just isn’t possible when listening to them on the stereo.

We were 3rd row this time and the guards at the Collisée Pepsi in Quebec would not let us move up to the gate for some strange reason . . . but it was still a great show.

An Intermittent Obsession

(Originally written February 23, 2006 on my old blog).  

OK. This is a bit teenager-ish I admit, but I have this intermittent obsession with Oliver Reed. I haven’t even seen half the films he’s been in: only a handfull, actually. And he didn’t exactly age well. But man, was he ever hot in his 30s! Check out his version of Bill Sikes in Oliver! and you will know what I mean (provided, of course, you are into mean-looking bearded guys like I am .  . .drool drool drool). He was also pretty hot in The Devils and in Hannibal Brooks. He was OK looking in parts of Tommy (one of my favourite movies EVER – I will probably blog about The Who’s Tommy at some point but I will have to have a free day to do that because it will be long). Most of you probably know him from Gladiator. He played the guy who trained the gladiators. He actually died during the production of the film *sniff*.

Roland’s clearing at the end of the path . . .

. . . is not what one would have expected. And mere minutes after having discovered this, I’m not as sad as I thought I would be upon finishing this 7-part series describing the adventure of Roland of Gilead, the last true Gunslinger, and his ka-tet. I did cry as I neared the end; I cried upon reading about the reunion of Susannah, Jake and Eddie, which excluded dear Roland who I have loved most of all.

A word for Sheemie

(Originally written February 19, 2006 on an even older blog).

In my last post, I wrote down my immediate reactions to the end of the Dark Tower series. I mentioned a whole bunch of people that had been a part of Roland’s life but I neglected to mention the helpful breakers in the last novel. They, of course, played a pivotal role in the quest for the tower, as did other individuals that were not mentioned either, but I especially wanted to make a special note for Sheemie.

Making Love to Metal

(Originally written March 15, 2006 on my old blog).

I just got back from seeing “Metal: A Headbanger’s Journey” . This film was created by an anthropologist from B.C. who is a total metalhead. How could someone who can combine two of my great passions go wrong? He could have, but he didn’t, or barely did.

Pink Triangle

(Originally written April 5, 2006 on my old blog).

Maybe you already know this symbol . . . it can often be seen in connection to the LGBT (lesbien,gay, bisexual, transgender) communuty. Perhaps you already knew that the origin of this symbol can be found in Nazi concentration camps where not only Jews, Roma, mentally handicappes people and Jehova’s Witnesses were persecuted but where at least 10,000 homosexual, bisexual and transgendered men were persecuted as well. Heck, some hetero men who were perceived as gay were probably in there as well since gossip was commonly used as evidence.

First drag king performance

(Originally written May 21, 2006 on my old blog).

Well, I finally did it. My first drag performance. I’ve been wanting to do this for quite some time but didn’t know when I would have the opportunity. When I saw the message about a contest, I figured it would be a great way to start. It was specified that beginners were welcome so I figured they wouldn’t be too hard on me.

I love my friends

(Originally written May 25, 2006 on my old blog).

At some time in my early 20s, I sacrificed quality for quantity when it came to friendships. I had been a loner and a misfit in my childhood and teens, with only a handfull of misfit friends. If these misfit friends were out of town over the summer, for example, then I would have no one to hang out with.