Dexter The Great! Just Chillin’

He’s my baby. And though we’re not together right now – but we will be – he’s an emotional therapy dog. When I was deeply depressed, he was the only one who was able to get me off the couch. If I slept too long, he would jump on the bed, and nip at my face, saying, Time to wake-up!.

He’s all about love. Knows no discrimination. Once we went to visit a friend in the hospital who was severely depressed, and there was a common room there, where patients hung out. One man’s face was severely disfigured – monstrous, some might say – and Dexter headed straight for him as soon as we entered the room. If you could’ve seen the joy in this man’s face, how his mood miraculously lifted by this display of acceptance on the part of an animal, it would’ve brought you to tears.

And his behavior is impeccable – whether flying to Las Vegas from the East coast this past January, or in malls! (Where these three shots were taken, while I shopped for shoes. I love shoes!) or hanging with Buddhist monks from Sri Lanka at a retreat in West Virginia.

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"I Never Came" by Josh Homme

This is one of those songs you can’t let go of. You just wanna hear it over and over again – especially if you’re a woman!
Even though you have no idea what he’s saying –
It’s that deeply sad voice of his, the organ, the guitar – all of that comes together poetically.
But do you have any idea what he’s actually saying?
I don’t.
Not yet.
Doesn’t really matter as long as you can listen to it, right?
But you’ll get to that, too.
Eventually.
And you do.
And you read the lyrics.
And they still don’t make sense.
What the fuck is he talking about!
Well you know it’s not cheerful –
It’s not like the Beatles singing, Love, love me do.
Nope.
Much darker than that.
Filled with anguish and pain, the words are sad, low feelings matched by the ephemeral voice that comes out of that soul.
He talks about fake men.
“Some men are not real men. ”
(My interpretation of the lyric.)
Lots of men are just pretend.
They ain’t men.

There you go.
He says it so much better.
Poison cup.
Drank it up.
Won’t die.

His love won’t die.
And some images are especially gruesome.
Tormented by this love –
And yet, unable to reach his love.
But words.
Ah.
The hardest to hear of all.
The most hurtful.
And then an elusive response, picked up beautifully by the organ, voices, and guitar.
I never came.
What does that mean?
You have no idea.
But maybe, as he says – or as we see – it continues to have a positive affect on others, but just as his love is unrequited, so will our thirst be unquenchable for this one, very special song.
I don’t know what to call it.
But you immediately realize that doesn’t matter once you first hear it.
It is a connection and perhaps helps get you through the next stage of your life?
It will possess visual information in addition to it’s emotional value as a connection.
Incredible.

“I Never Came” by Josh Homme

This is one of those songs you can’t let go of. You just wanna hear it over and over again – especially if you’re a woman!

Even though you have no idea what he’s saying –

It’s that deeply sad voice of his, the organ, the guitar – all of that comes together poetically.

But do you have any idea what he’s actually saying?
I don’t.
Not yet.

Doesn’t really matter as long as you can listen to it, right?
But you’ll get to that, too.
Eventually.

And you do.
And you read the lyrics.
And they still don’t make sense.

What the fuck is he talking about!

Well you know it’s not cheerful –
It’s not like the Beatles singing, Love, love me do.

Nope.
Much darker than that.

Filled with anguish and pain, the words are sad, low feelings matched by the ephemeral voice that comes out of that soul.

He talks about fake men.
“Some men are not real men. ”
(My interpretation of the lyric.)

Lots of men are just pretend.
They ain’t men.

There you go.
He says it so much better.

Poison cup.
Drank it up.
Won’t die.

His love won’t die.
And some images are especially gruesome.

Tormented by this love –
And yet, unable to reach his love.

But words.
Ah.
The hardest to hear of all.
The most hurtful.

And then an elusive response, picked up beautifully by the organ, voices, and guitar.

I never came.

What does that mean?
You have no idea.
But maybe, as he says – or as we see – it continues to have a positive affect on others, but just as his love is unrequited, so will our thirst be unquenchable for this one, very special song.

I don’t know what to call it.
But you immediately realize that doesn’t matter once you first hear it.

It is a connection and perhaps helps get you through the next stage of your life?

It will possess visual information in addition to it’s emotional value as a connection.

Incredible.

Stuck in Vegas on the Fourth

I have never spent Independence Day in the West.
And this I assure you is still the West.

You remember that rancher who held a stand-off with the federal government, and the government had to retreat?

Yep.
That guy.

Bundy the Cowboy.

And his followers who were willing to take up arms against the government to protect their inalienable rights, essentially. And if that means revolting against the government with arms because they consider it too intrusive, then so be it.

They will revolt.

Strangely enough though, after driving cross-country in the Smart, the farther you move West the easier it is for the East lose touch with what’s going.

It’s different out here.

But you can be and will be influenced once you realize the vast distances and topography from East to West.

When on you’re on a road where there is nothing but 400 miles of mountains ahead – very likely that people in Washington will not comprehend that experience.

However, one needn’t threaten to attack the federal government, either.

That’s just fucking stupid.
And will bring you notoriety.
But not the kind anyone would want.

But that’s not where I am right now.
Right now I am somewhere in the middle of the town, where stucco houses dot the streets, somewhere along Eastern Avenue.

The sky is Violet.

The temp is somewhere in the low 100s but there is an incredible breeze.
And people have begun fire-cracking. But just across from me, on the other side of the stucco wall, someone is cutting wood with a power saw.

Who knows what he’s making…

But at least it is cool – such a relative term, you realize, when you’re stuck in Vegas on the Fourth.

Las Vegas

… is actually a small town in America.  The actual community — those who have grown up together — is a small but vocal community here, influencial (can’t fucvking correct certain words here.  Lousy spellchekc==, WordPress!  I don’t know exactly what it is about them…  Who actually lives there?  Who comes out at night.  Everybody knows everybody else, rest assured of that. 

Let me see.

What has happened to me so far.

 

Hahaha. 

You can never forget while your in Vegas that your town — the inner one is highly vocal and interesting and forward thinking.

Damn.  I’m sure the sun has something to do with it.  Been meeting some real interesting characters from that crowd, all very different in a lot of ways, but who know that they have to live with each other for a long time so it’s not worth it to make a scene.  At the scene, I guess?  Highly fascinating.  Love it.  Getting to see how some people really are.  Yummy.

You can’t really want to hook up with everybody.  Would you?  And yet.  There you all are, knowing you have to learn how to live with each other and remain civil.  I have to add that the characters out here are fascinating.  Colorful?  Absolutely.  Interesting highly intelligent people who have a strong connection with the town they come from.  Like — I should be listening to them now, instead of Dylan!  I don’t know why but ever since I’ve come out here, I’ve been listening to Bob Dylan! —  Have no idea what his connection is to Vegas.  But there is one.  Somewhere in there.  The Killers.  Of course.  I have spent large amounts of time listening to them!  (That’s what ECT does, to your fucking memory.  It destroys it!)  Ugh.  How annoying..

I am constantly falling off cliffs.  I start articulating a sentence, which goes nowhere, or simply lose, and I walk right off the cliff and when I get back, it’s like, Fuck.  Where do I go now?  Or where am I?  So I just keep going, to the best of my ability, and hope it may some day come to me.

 

Fucking crazy.

Meanwhile.  Dexter is sitting on padded chair, not far from me.  Just chilling..

Sweet.