Rule #62.1.2
I so overdo everything…
I’m the only guy I know who can chew Nicorette…And end up with smokers cough.
Rule #62.1.3
A two time convicted child molester called me looking for sympathy .
What he got was the truth. I loaded up the shotgun of Truth and fired, and fired, and fired…
Finally, his denial fell.
Glory be to God…
Rule #62.1.4
I believe God may have removed my obsession with food 30 days ago, as He did with my obsession with sex 4 1/2 years ago, as He did with my obsession to drink 33 years ago.
I feel so breathtaken “I doesn’t dare to say it out loud…lest I cast it away”.
“Shut up and play the guitar, Steve”
Frank Zappa
Rule #62.1.5
Jazz aficionados say that Pat Martino was, probably, the greatest living Be-bop guitar player in the world.
I saw him perform in 1973 and in 2008. But, more importantly he was my friend.
We “hung out” together in the Village in New York in the late 70’s, smoking cigarettes and talking all night.
That’s what got him…those unfiltered Pell Mell’s...
…deliver me from Evil
Rule #62.1.6
For Jack on music and Gandhi.
For the last 13 months I have devoted myself to the music that I love the most…The avant-garde.
I’ve been practicing three, 75 minute sessions per day for over a year.
One night, at three in the morning, I felt so frustrated (being unable to play as quickly as I wanted to play, in 32nd notes), I reached for a single, long, moaning blues lick with sweet bends and thick vibrato.
My wife, being asleep in the other room, heard it…and squeal involuntarily. I thought “Steve…you better pay attention to this”.
Since then, I have been combining the avant-garde…with blues.
It reminds me of the old LBJ story.
When asked how he got along with someone as irascible as his wife LadyBird he said I have two rules.
1.LadyBird is always right
2.If LadyBird is wrong…see rule #1
About Gandhi: I thought about what you said to me on Scott Street six months ago.
With someone as loving and perspicacious as you, your confrontation gave me serious pause.
Serendipitously, two weeks later, a formerly enlightened Episcopal priest friend, said the same thing to me.
I believe that when people are honest and open with each other, God appears. It’s a very feminine way to look at God, but it works for me. When that happens on more than one occasion only a fool doesn’t listen.
What I found was that Gandhi really fucked up after his wife Kasturba died.
Sleeping naked with underage girls was, in my view abusive…and I am a “Zero tolerance” kind of guy.
Gandhi realized what a terrible mistake he had made. He stopped immediately, made amends and never did it again.
The question is “Do we not utilize Gandhi’s earlier techniques around food and sex, because of that mistake?”
When I talked to the priest I reminded him, ever so gently, that King David, the most beloved and illustrious figure in the Old Testament, sent out his minions to find Abishag, a 12 year old Shunammite virgin that he could sleep with naked…to keep him warm.
I believe that that was equally abusive.
The question we have to ask is “Are we not going to read the Book of Psalms because of that? Or, even more extreme, are we going to deny the validity of all Jewish religious thought because of that?
Public opinion of Gandhi reminds me of what American TV viewers did with Dan Rather when he misquoted George W. Bush’s military record…Dan’s new job now consists of “Do you want fries with that?”
Steve D.