Showing posts with label SUZANNE VEGA. Show all posts
Showing posts with label SUZANNE VEGA. Show all posts

Monday, July 3, 2023

BURN BABY BURN

with last weeks heat wave reek'n complete havoc across the entire planet
i barely survived without sizzle'n like a piece of pork tenderloin with a side of hollandazed and confused sauce...i mean seriously kittens...i was practically molest'n my fan in front of my frigid air conditioner...while my deviantly depraved dehumidifier watched in complete horror and will be goin fer round 2 this week as well i guess

i swear all i heard on a loop fer the past 2 weeks was SUZANNE VEGA's
 scorcher from 1992 "99.9 FARENHEIT DEGREES" that i was already 100% over with before it began...
BUTT...let's bounce from that...shall we?

so after spend'n hours riffle'n thru my buried treasures from...well...let's just stick with many many MANY moons ago...shall we? i came across
(HEY...keep it clean pervie's) the very 1st short story that i had ever written fer a paper in my tender teenage angst years durin' type'n class that i believe was the only A i had ever received in said class back in 1987 (since i only did this 1 particular assignment thee entire course of the year) which is probably the only reason why i saved the paper...it would become a sorta precursor to what i would eventually become many many MANY moons later on in life...that i merely titled:

"SOME LIKE IT HOT"
though this story had absolutely nothing to do with Marilyn...nor have i edited this school paper since i wrote it almost 40 years ago...AND YES...i used proper punctuation back in the days as you will notice (so sue me cuz i didn't keep it up kittens) now make yerself a dilantin daiquiri and enjoy the plausible headache!

Sure you are probably sick of these long days of the below zero temperatures. You dream of sailing away to some exotic island like
Bermuda or Jamaica, laying on the beaches sucking up as many possible coconut drinks as your gut can take in and soaking up all the harmful ultra-violet rays from the sun until your body turns to a rotten brown and large bubbles of fleshy juices grow on your back.

Well, there is one place you can escape the cold, bitter death of winter. But this is not just an ordinary "come and go as you please" resort.
Nor is it a tourist attraction, though many people hear stories about how to get there. Keep in mind though, that if you enter, there is no exit.

I've been here once before. it's the perfect place i would love to see half this demented world live. Some actual human beings showed me how to
escape, but other grotesque forms of life calling themselves humans, are trying to get me committed again. Fear not, i shall never return.

I do still have some vivid memories of my once in a lifetime "home away
from home" vacation. I'll do my best to recap all of the heart-aching, back breaking, head twisting details as i can.

The first thing I remember about this place was that there was cherry-hot lava everywhere, oozing out from the sides of the walls like blood clots dripping out of an open heart wound. Giant crater-like ant hills spread about on the floor were also filled with the lava. Every time that a pocket of
air would get trapped inside the lava, it would pop as it reached the opening. I could hear the lava splatter and sizzle as it hit the charred rock floor. I did my best to avoid the splatters, but one small glob of lava scorched the side of my upper left leg. I was kind of glad that it happened, because it got rid of a sick and repulsive tattoo of a dirtball rabbit a friend put on me one night when i was loaded.

side not...apparently...my teacher noted that this last sentence was NOT relevant to my description in her notes...BITCH PUHLEEZ...this was
STORY...plus...i was a teen with a 'tude fer fuck sakes...
E-V-E-R-Y-T-H-I-N-G was relevant!

The steam from the thin cracks beneath my feet was so intense that it felt like a pack of wolves were puncturing my eyeballs with their sharp nails.
The heat wasn't any better. It was like I was sitting next to an egg and two slabs of bacon in a frying pan. Any minute I knew my body was going to be burnt to a crisp. So i started running around in a circle to try and create a small breeze.

After some time my feet were helplessly screaming for me to rest. So I found a rock that wasn't surrounded by lava and took a little break. The bottoms of my tennis shoes were melting off so I took them off and scraped the rest of the rubber that had stuck to the bottom of my feet.
Stroking the under-half of my feet, I felt the rush of a stinging feeling like i was being cut by every piece of paper in the world. The stinging got worse as a small amount of steam hissed out from beneath my feet. So I took off my shirt and ripped it in half and tied each piece around my feet.

I hadn't noticed it earlier, but as I grabbed in two huge breaths of air, the stench in the air was so putrid that every breath thereafter would burn the
insides of my throat and nose. Desperately I needed to find some water. I jumped to my feet, ignoring the tremendous amount of pain, and proceeded down a long, dark tunnel.

Upon finding a new tunnel, I noticed a change in the scenery. This path was much more narrow than the others. The walls had only small amounts
of lava seeping out of the tiny cracks. Steam from the ground was as hot as a sauna back home. Things were happening that were good for a change. I kept a stiff upper lip and hoped for a better outlook.

As I progressed further and further into the tunnel, the lava grew less and the steam got as cool as the summer nights. Then, in the clearing up ahead, I saw a bright and blinding light appear. As I moved closer to the light, still unable to see anything, noises started calling out my name.
Each had its own distinct tone of voice. Still squinting, I heard my name repeated and repeated over and over again. It sounded like a bunch of munchkins from the land of OZ. As the noises got louder and louder the pounding in my ears got worse.

I was too curious to see who was calling my name, that i didn't bother to worry about if I was going to go blind if i opened my eyes. I got down and laid on my back. Relaxing every muscle in my body, I concentrated on
opening my eyes. I had gone through so much excruciating pain and over-exhaustion that it was hard to open my eyelids. For a second I paused. Then I proceeded to push every muscle in my body into my eyelids. With the start of my engine, I popped open my eyes. I had awakened.

~FIN~
now GET OFF MY DRESS!

Sunday, September 13, 2020

WALK OF FAME pt.2

many years before become'n the unintentionally internationally unknown
perform'n illusionist of my own universe that you've come to ignore on occasion...i was half of thee most pivotal and highly influential sound of the late 80's on the west end of town in Winona, MN
with my dear friend Dr Bob...as singer in the band ASTRO PUSSYCATS...with our #1 hit "DEATH IS JUST A FAIRYTALE TO ME" and "DEADLY LILITH" slowly race'n up the HOT 1000 hits in our heads...our open'n nite ended with a somber cover of Patsy Cline's "CRAZY" and trust me...the audience was...we'd have to travel with doppelgaggers to throw off our scent and carry a cattle prod in our back pocket in case we were spotted...seriously...we couldn't go ANYWHERE without some stalker consume'n our space...
eventually we hadda get outta town and had planned on astro project'n our astro asses on tour to open up fer greek goddess NANA MOUSKOURI at the Vienna Opera House... 
BUTT...of course
our tour manager had no long lost relative who had kicked the bucket that year...leave'n either of us with some untold ungodly wealth...so instead we decided to disband the band and live off the profits from open'n nite...of which there were none!
so get a ticket to the catch-up train and click here fer 

once the year 1989 had rolled around...i would once again make a mini
 pilgrimage back to the Twin Cities...this time to it's sister city St Paul to see that baddest british bum shaker GEORGE MICHAEL out on his own at the CIVIC CENTER durin' his "FAITH" tour...with nothin' but $30 i had saved from collect'n cans all over town...my undie'n love and an EPT test (hey...you never know what'll happen at these shows kittens...i was only 18 at the time after all) 
after purchase'n a tour book and a small diet coke...i was left with $2 and had zero clue on how i was gonna get my A double snakes back to my cuz's apt in the Minne-Apple so as the nite fell deeper and deeper into darkness and all the frenzied fans had left the stadium...i sat at the entrance of some ramp behind the venue contemplate'n how in the mother fuck i was gonna get back and literally 25 minutes later as it got chilly as fuck out...a gigantor bus slowly emerged up the ramp and made it roughly 100 feet away from me before it stopped and the side door opened and out popped my high school orgasm GEORGE FUCK'N MICHAEL...who simply said in his very british accent..."oy mate...do you need a roid?" 
I NEARLY DIED! and apparently completely lost my fuck'n marbles eat'n that brain tumor fer breakfast that morn'n...cuz my brain was say'n "yes GEORGE MICHAEL...i wanna have yer baby...i mean...can you run me to my cuz's 25 miles from here pretty pleez?" of course the messenger in my brain couldn't run fast enough down the steps to my voice box with this message cuz i was BEYOND star struck and outta luck after he patiently waited roughly 10 seconds fer my reply before leave'n me in his dust...i completely lost out on bein Mrs MICHAEL that nite

by the mid 90's...my friend Jacoba Ainsley (as she was goin by at the time)
said she had a small cameo in the latest MARIA MCKEE video "I'M GONNA SOOTH YOU" and she could get us back stage to meet MARIA after her First Avenue gig we both were attend'n...of course i figer'd she was make'n it up...
until the next thing i know we're both on her tour bus doin goldschlagger shots with her and the band until me...Jacoba...MARIA and her whole band decided to scamper to the Gay 90's to watch the drag show without anyone have'n the slightest clue that they were in the presence of a major record'n artist

with her 4 octave range proclaim'n "GIRLS JUST WANNA HAVE FUN"
ever since the 80's...i've had the pleasure of bein' in the presence of  CYNDI LAUPER nothing short of 7 times in concert...but durin' her "HAT FULL OF STARS" tour at First Avenue in 1993 was the 1st time i actually was up close and personal with her (and roughly 10 other freaks) who had waited outside to get her signature and some personal time with her...my good friend Faedre lucked out and got her autograph along with 2 others...unfortunately she hadda bid adieu cuz they hadda long bus ride to Oprahville plus you could tell she was under the weather when she was sing'n on stage so i was not gonna press her fer one...
of course leave it to some over grown asswipe to bitch slap CYNDI by yell'n "FUCK YOU CYNDI...you wouldn't be her if it wasn't for yer fans!"

after salivate'n to the mezzo-soparano songstress TORI AMOS many a
time in concert...me and my friend Karen (NOT to be confused with the basturized versions referred to unfortunately these days as "karens") decided to meander behind the concert hall at one particular preshow and wait in line with the other rabid AMOS ants desperately plead'n fer a peak at TORI up close and get her john hancock...i personally never seen all the hoopla about TORI's signature...as much as i love her voice...but it would be nice to see what she's like out from behind the piano...and just as one would imagine..she was an absolutely stunn'n gem and gracious to us all
though the blubber'n stalker before us had a total breakdown in front of TORI proclaim'n the song "ME & A GUN" was ripped right outta her own personal experience...TORI silently nodded...gave her a hug and moved on (i mean pleez people...like her boss at whatever burger world drive-thru she was work'n at really had any more time to invest in her lifetime movie of the week breakdowns much less TORI)

indie rocker SUZANNE VEGA stole my soul when i 1st heard her sing
"my name is LUKA...i live on the 2nd floor" back in the late 80's...but by the time i had finally met her 15 years later...i wasn't really concerned what floor she lived on anymore...now i wouldn't say she gave me a lil 'tude when i met her after her show but when she asked me who to sign the cd to...i just said " oh you can just write thanx Mattress" with this perplexed look on her face...she replied "why don't you just go by Matt?" so i firmly but politely exclaimed "why don't you just go by Suzie?"

it would be sometime before i rubbed shoulders with another sing'n
sensation,...though this time it would be virtually along some non heterosexual informational highway site one nite chatt'n while i was visit'n the BIG APPLE with the break out star of "SHORTBUS" the amaze'n JAY BRANNAH who fancied me fer a few minutes until i realized who he was (i had just watched the movie and fell in love with him months earlier) and inquired if that was really him...apparently i pushed the wrong buttons and was immediately blocked...don't worry JAY i totally get it! there's no hard feel'ns (though you still make me absolutely...FYI) i absofuckinglutely j'adore yer voice

in fact...the only celebutude that i've had the unfortunate pleasure to deal 
with...was when LENNY KRAVITZ stopped by the target center durin' his (insert yawn here) tour in the late 90's that i hadda check in at the front door...who unfortunately (like all celebs who stopped in while in town) got a free day membership to use the gym's facilities to their like'n as long as they signed a waiver of liability (as if they couldn't afford the $15 day fee...i mean PUHLEEZ!) in any case...when the Lenny popped in with his big tortoise shelled bug eye glasses...try'n be all PRINCE like with his kmart version of DIAMOND & PEARL (that's not a knock mind you...just an accurate observation) and i had asked him to sign the waiver...he refused to say A THING...instead opt'n to give THE LOOK at his tag-a-long cookies...to which one of them said to me "Mr Kravitz would like me to sign on his behalf!" sorry charlie...but it ain't "gonna go yer way" yer john hanncock means absolutely NOTHING to me...
besides...yer mom was a bigger star in my eyes anywho'zll'ding so sign it or yer not gett’n in!

there ya go kittens...my time rubb'n shoulders with those that have made it
just keep in mind the next time you run into one of yer fav-o-rits...we all sacrifice a meatloaf to the porcelain god just like everyone else...so calm yer tired tits down and GET OFF MY DRESS!