March 2nd, 2007

R.B.F.



Who's the bane of YOUR existence? Surely there's someone who pisses you off in such a huge way that it merits flogging, at least. 'Round here, we call that person a RAT BASTARD. Who is the person you most want to rip a new asshole for whatever reason? Go ahead - now's your chance to put them on blast. Start commenting, and have fun gettin' your hate on - and out. IP logging is off and anonymous commenters WERE welcome, but I've had to disable it since I've gotten six tons of bullshit spam comments lately. Sorry about that.

Go on - vent your spleen...

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We made it through the storms no worse for the wear.

This hotel is approximately 2 miles from where my best friend Maggie lives, maybe 6 or 7 miles from me.


This was an Eckerd Drugs store yesterday, now scrambled.

As is being widely reported now, we had some reasonably nasty storms in my area yesterday here in the deep south. It was around 6:30 -7 when the first of two tornado warning sirens went off, and I managed to get to the window and snap a few pictures of it rolling past on the north side of town. One of the best things about this loft is the view you get of everything, and we're situated on the north side of the building, right alongside the river dividing Georgia and Alabama. The lightning coming down just before this was all cloud to ground, in very rapid succession. Some of it splintered off into chains - it was amazing looking. I'm resolved to the fact that there's a 10 story water tower right outside out windows, so if it's gonna get me it's gonna get me and there's nothing that can be done about that. It's part of my fascination with storms in general, I love them. I also accept that even with the most elementary of precautions, sometimes you're just at the mercy of nature. I have no fear of storms, having already experienced tornadoes and hurricanes in the past. I live in the south, they're both pretty common.

Anyway, there was extensive damage done to different areas of town and millions of dollars in damage - as well as several lives lost - all over the south. Damien's best friend has had significant damage done to his house, we called him last night after the storm was over to see if they were alright. Everyone was fine, but he said he is going to have to get a new roof for his house. He's also just about two miles from Maggie. Our families are all okay, so that's ultimately all that matters to me right now.

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Something Extraordinary Has Happened, Something I've Waited On For Years.

I cannot remember the last time I felt this happy!

Okay. Here's the thing.

I posted a week or two ago about my favorite band from my Atlanta days, the phenomenal and incendiary Insane Jane. I was a rabid fan of this band, I followed them and went to every live show I could get myself to. I wore their albums out, I collected show flyers, I was absolutely obsessed with this music.

Their live shows were incredibly fierce and to really appreciate them you had to see them live. On stage they would absolutely kick your ass, they were possibly one of the best live bands I have ever seen. Incredibly tight and louder than hell.

The girl who sang for Insane Jane was one short, dynamic powerhouse who went by the name of Yellow Gray. I'd been trying to track her down for years and years, knowing that sooner or later I would run across someone that could get me back in touch with her. Between Elissa and Yellow, two of my musical heroes had gotten away from me. I have become a lot more steadfast in my quest to find Yellow since Elissa died. I didn't ever get an opportunity to speak to Elissa again because by the time I found the people who could reconnect me with her it was already too late.

In the past few days I found someone I thought might possibly be Yellow on MySpace, so I took a shot and sent her a message explaining who I was and how long I'd been searching to find her. I wanted to get reacquainted with her and let her know what that music has always meant to me - from those days in the early 90's when I followed them until right now.

I was right - it was her. We've been emailing back and forth since late last night, and as soon as she confirmed her identity for me, I burst into tears - tears of elation and relief, and just the excitement of this search finally being over. It has been a long time.

She lives in Chicago now and is apparently married. They live in Chicago, where she's in school. She gave me her numbers so I could give her a call for a more intimate opportunity to play catch-up. I'm calling her this evening so we can do just that, and I'm over the moon about it.