Various things
Wow. Someone Stumbled Upon my dead baby entry and it sure spiked my stats. Ah, dead babies.
I’ve returned from Windsor. Don’t like the town much (no offense Tom), and fuck was it muggy. Being around people for over a week exhausted me, but I learned some stuff and met some swell people (see Tom? All better!). I was disappointed I didn’t get to go to Detroit. Oh, well.
I bought some cds there (of course), including Let’s Go! Joe Meek’s Girls. The clerk said track 3, Dumb Head, was wicked. Once in the rental van, me and the station Music Director agreed. If you go here, you can hear two versions - the one I have from the Sharades and the original from Ginny Arnell. Which version do you prefer? I think I like the Sharades. Better instrumentation. I can’t find the chords online, so am trying to figure them out myself. I think I have them, though they’re a bit higher when I play it. I wonder how much my neighbors hate me when I play the same song over and over when I’m trying to learn it.
I potentially have two more gigs, one with Doug Hoyer and The Burning Hell. Holy crap. I’ve also email Lynn Crosbie asking if it’s okay to use Switchblade Death Derby. Reading this line from her recent column about Shania Twain’s divorce - And, if he wasso trite as to sleep with his secretary, I wish he were a maniacal Svengali who collected Shania’s hair in bags - a jealous, broken-down monster… - I’m so proud to name my band after a part of her brain.
In my “I’m sick so am being lazy and ‘net surfing” journeys this evening, I found this fascinating interview w/ Anne Perry, aka, Juliet Hume. She was one of the girls who’s story is told in the movie Heavenly Creatures.
Perry talks eloquently about how being in prison was better for her in the long run than if she’d gotten off, of the need for punishment in the world:
I think it’s vital. I think until you feel that you have settled a debt, you can’t move on…I can sit and look you in the eye because I can say, ‘Yes, I have dealt with it.’ I believe that I have paid, I believe that I have been forgiven where it matters. And it now, for me, no longer exists. I can move on and be the best person I’m capable of being. And I think that’s true of everybody as long as you don’t say, ‘Well, somehow or another it wasn’t really me, it was that person and, somehow or another didn’t matter and I don’t need to pay.’
Absolutely fascinating. I waver sometimes between horror at murderers and the cruel, thinking no punishment is ever enough, and seeing how people can change and believing in second chances and all that. That being said, I don’t think Susan Atkins should get compassionate release.
I’m an enigma.