Ballad of the Chrome Nun .. Youth.. music .. nights of debauchery posted 3/10/2007 9:44:29 PM | 7 kudos what's this?     report abuse tagged: music, youth, wine

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I am a Capricorn through and true. Shudder.. a Realist. Cold word, right? But I know deep in my heart that though I may have some rough areas and characteristics which are not the most endearing, what beats beneath all the exterior wrinkles and grey hairs is a heart that longs to be touched again.

Some men in my age range want to retain their youth by capturing a women still in possession of hers and hoping she will breath that life back into them. What a sad moment when that doesn't happen. Sadder still if the man truly falls in love with someone very much younger and she one day opens her eyes in the morning and no longer desires the comfortable lifestyle he afforded her and she leaves him. How does one get over that type of rejection?

Years are not always kind to everyone, granted there are some that age better than others, but I am finding that I too look in the mirror searching for that girl I still feel I am and the one looking back at me is a stranger who came one night and possessed my body. The spirit of that young hippie chick still lives on though so tonite I played some of my old favorites.. Jefferson Starship(Airplane), Led Zep, Donovan. I have blogged before that music comprises a large part of me. I think it is because I am always fascinated that there are such talented people who can put into words what is in their hearts, minds and those things that make them stop dead in their tracks and go hmmmm…

I listened to all sorts of music and I still do… I am completely at home when I put on AC/DC, Metallica, Stone Temple Pilots, TransSiberian Orchestra, Bach, Beethoven, Anita Baker, Muddy Waters, Johnny Coltraine, etc.. and I remember well the controversy I had with my boyfriend about who was the better guitarist.. Mark Farner or Eric Clapton… both talented men and each on their own planes of methodology of how to make their guitar weep and sing beautiful and funky notes.

So tonite, as I sit most probably not sleeping well again, I will do what I do to encourage the sleep.. I will turn on some Jefferson Starship(/Airplane, the reason I loved them was because of Grace Slick's talent) and let Grace Slick’s deep tones take my mind back to my youth - to that face without lines, to the hair that knew no grey… and I will curl up with my wine, a good book , The Smoke Jumper (by Nicholas Evans) and I will relive those days of dragging on the Simpson Flats sitting next to my sexy boyfriend, Bubbles and shiftin' for him as he double-clutched, hoping to high hell no coppers would ruin our fun. Bubbles had a real name, but this is what his good friends called him (there was a reason I dare not divulge to anyone as I took that vow of secrecy very much to heart).

It has been years since I thought of him, a small wiry Italian guy. Dark haired, awesome black eyes, gorgeous neatly trimmed beard. We had been dating for a while when one day he showed up at the apartment my mom & dad raised us in. I was 17, he was 22 and I remember him bringing my dad some homemade Dego wine (his grandfather did his own brewing). See, Bubbles was wise beyond what anyone that knew him knew. He understood my dad. I think he actually took the time to study him and know how to get on his good side. So, instead of us just leaving for the date, he asked my dad if he knew the correct, Italian way to drink that home brew. My dad looked kinda like that doe in the headlight look and shrugged. “Sir, you need to heat that wine… homemade Dego has not only a wonderful taste experience, but if you warm it, and sip the fragrance dances with your nasal passage and brings an even bigger buzz". So, my dad invited him to partake a cup with him.

Sly Bubbles.. After drinking with my dad (and by the way when my dad’s attention was distracted, Bubbles poured his wine back in the pot so that in actuality my dad got the buzz) until the wine was done. My father, who was now quite incapable of standing without kinda sorta bouncing around, looked Bubbles in the eye, shook his hand and said. “I like you. Now go, take my daughter and have your way with her.” Ahhhhhh.. The mind of an Italian man and a hot summer night. We went for a ride and our plans were to stop turn on the radio, dance under the stars and make out. Which we did, and did, and did.. But then came the time when this gal thought.. Damn if I am going to let two f*rs decide when and where I allow what. And when the fake “my God the car won’t start” line came up, I popped the hood, fixed the distributor cap, started the car.. And when I looked over at him, the look was just as my dad’s .. the glazing of the eyes.

I leave you with the words of Grace…

Look in the mirror you're lookin' guilty
Did the devil just give you the nod
You may be thinking you're funny lookin'
Well you're right that's right you're plenty odd
But think about it think about it
If you were funny enough
You could play great god

And I would fall down on my knees to you
Fall down flat on my face
I don't have to ask you where you're going
I just sit here laughing & I watch the race -- The Ballad of the Chrome Nun

*Don’t forget to set your frikken clocks ahead.. Damn as*holes f*kn with our lives!!!*

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