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Geeking out again on Neil

14 Aug

Geeking out on the internet part 3.14: “The Neil Young Hour”

17 Apr

On those late night drives cruising the highway in the dark, I often referred to the time between 3:00 AM and 6:00 AM as the “Neil Young Hour.” For some reason Neil sounds best when played under these conditions–especially when you get back into the pickup truck after filling up and grabbing a cup of hot coffee.

Middle of the Road

27 Oct

neil-young-bw-photo“Traveling there soon became a bore, so I headed for the ditch. A rougher ride, but I saw more interesting people there.”
–Neil Young, in the Decade liner notes

Like a Hurricane

10 Aug
I get it Neil. I finally get it.

I get it Neil. I finally get it.

As much as I’ve always loved this song. It’s only been recently that I really felt like I could truly understand what he was saying:

“Like A Hurricane”

Once I thought I saw you
in a crowded hazy bar,
Dancing on the light
from star to star.
Far across the moonbeam
I know that’s who you are,
I saw your brown eyes
turning once to fire.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

I am just a dreamer,
but you are just a dream,
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

You are just a dreamer,
and I am just a dream.
You could have been
anyone to me.
Before that moment
you touched my lips
That perfect feeling
when time just slips
Away between us
on our foggy trip.

You are like a hurricane
There’s calm in your eye.
And I’m gettin’ blown away
To somewhere safer
where the feeling stays.
I want to love you but
I’m getting blown away.

~Neil Young~

All Star Break

24 Jul

Yessir Mr. Twain, it's only the beginning. Thanks for all the good advice.

Yessir Mr. Twain, it's only the beginning. Thanks for all the good advice.

Well we’ve come to midway point of 2009 and I’m not ashamed to say that this is unequivocably the best year of my life.

Achieved a couple of milestones this year.

First of all I turned thirty which is a big deal in any culture, but for a black man, an even bigger deal.

In my culture, I’m considered long in tooth. it’s almost like measuring in dog years. You hear about so many of us being dead, or in jail by this time. Even celebrity doesn’t make you immune, look at Hendrix, or Tupac, and Biggie, or even Reggie Lewis, or Lenny Bias all dead before the age of thirty.

So for that fact alone I’m very thankful and proud.

Secondly I finally got my first book published. I’ve got another ready to be published, we’re just going through the edits and formatting stage before it gets sent through the print machines. “Instant Exchange of Recognition” will be ready by September.

I finished my undergrad finally, and can move on to other projects. I can even work a real job should I choose, however I got a great job I love which has changed my life as well.

The trip to Toronto was life changing as well, meeting new people who have had a tremendous effect on my life and perspective.

So the second half of the year looks like this:

A west coast trip that will result in a couple of consignment deals at City Lights Bookstore in San Francisco, and Powell’s in Portland.
As well as another appearance on the Ed Forman Show, something fun to look forward to.

I’ve got another poetry reading to do in Wichita at the Blank Page Gallery, and another appearance on The James Gate Show.

Finally I’ll be visiting Lawrence again to see a Jayhawks game at Allen Fieldhouse, and hopefully get a book into their public library.

Somehow I’d like to sneak in some studio time to work on my comedy album and/or begin working on an audio version of Supplication and Masturbation.

A great beginning to what will be a great ten year run in the life of Bobby Mickey. I’m right on the cusp of that 20 year apex.

“Good times are coming, I hear it everywhere I go.” ~Neil Young~

Canadian Bacon

13 Jul

Big Bear!! Big Bear!!!! Chase me!!!!!

Big Bear!! Big Bear!!!! Chase me!!!!!

Top 13 reasons why I love Canadians:

1)Bret “Hitman” Hart (My favorite wrestler of all time)
2)Toronto Maple Leafs uniforms (and Felix “the cat” Potvin)
3)The Band
4)Do Make Say think
5)Wolverine (from the Yukon and favorite comic book hero ever)
6) Broken Social Scene
7)Mark Messier (We have the same birthday)
8)1992 Toronto Blue Jays (David Cone was a stud and another Capricorn)
9) Arcade Fire
10)Neil Young (more on him later)
11)Kids in the Hall
12) John Candy
13) Godspeed You Black Emperor

I’m sure I’ll find more reasons on my next visit in August. That’s right bitches.

“I’m going back to Canada on a Journey Thru the Past. Will I still be in your heart and on your mind?” ~Neil Young~

stimulant (continued)

22 Jun

sent a really good post and fucked it up and ended up losing it so no jokes just straight info:

spliff+ politics = stimulating conversations.

I didn’t know Valley Girls had moved to the Northeast.

Toronto is a beautiful city that reminds me of the best things about Portland and San Francisco.

Austin is the most unique city I’ve ever been to and there isn’t a place I’ve visited quite like it.

I regret not seeing Japanther, God made me Funky, and NinjaSonik, they seem like they would’ve been good bands live, haven’t learned how to make myself 4 dimensional quite yet, but I’m working on it.

No matter how beautiful and stunning these women are, these women here will engage you in a conversation, even if you’re wearing cut-off jeans and a t-shirt.

I could see myself living here in the next 2-5 years.

the band Final Flash reminds me of a Canadian Oliver Future. They rocked and the venue the Drake Hotel is a pretty sweet place. In the basement of a real hotel is the venue with red velvet curtains. Classy indeed.

the show was awesome, the rhythm section was on point and the music evoked lots of good bands I’d heard before, James at its best, A French Kings of Leon, and a little Neil Young sprinkled in. The write up in the paper said it was like Dinosaur Jr. Meets Neil Young meets Pink Floyd. Three bands I’m pretty fond of, however overall they really had their own sound.I was very impressed and it was certainly the best show I saw during the festival.

Lots to work on, need to go to and run errands before I visit the Free Times Cafe to read more poetry.

Shout outs to all the fathers out there, including my own who hasn’t really given me anything worth keeping except a big dick–to which I’m very grateful for (and some of the ladies out there as well), because if nothing else it has proven to be the gift that keeps on giving, even if grief happened to be part of the wrapping.

See ya in a couple of days. I’m off to enjoy the city. One last thing. The crosswalk machine that says “walk” is a guy also but he’s walking at angle where it looks like he’ll start bursting into a whistling fit. Its little stuff like this that makes this city so nice.

Don’t get me wrong it has it’s share of squares and douche bags but you can’t escape those kinds of people, unless you live off tha grid alone in a ranch out in the canyons, something I’m not quite ready for yet. But soon, very soon, and there’ll be shotguns and swimming pools.

BM