Sunday, January 1, 2006

My (Blessedly) Boring New Year's

I'm listening to Mac Davis...please don't shoot at me...I been crankin' the 70s tunage for a couple of days now (oh, gawd, "Blind Man In the Bleachers" is on--I laugh uncontrollably during that song--I'll be back)...with one brief respite; tonight, as I was cookin' Hoppin' John, I had to blast the title track from Coil's Love's Secret Domain...Teresa said it was a good palate cleanser...

New Year's Eve at the Temple of Doom was the typical, dull affair, just like I like it...driving on Amateur Night is just too scary...we watched Elvis Costello on Austin City Limits, which was incredible, and then Heart on Soundstage...and all I can say is, Ann Wilson looks good. She always has...but there should be 1000 bands with frontwomyn her size...and the Wilson sisters encored with TWO songs from Led Zeppelin IV...what more could you ask? As me and T. watched, we had Krystal burgers and fancy French champagne and little pizza rolls.

Ah, yes, Cliff Richard..."Devil Woman" kind of song...reminds me of Laura, of Lyra Silvertongue, of Sophia...I think of Andrea Dworkin, one of my true loves, who died this year...a Witch who opened my eyes so they'd never again shut...a devil woman if ever there was...who refused to be burned, to be reduced...who wrote her rage in lovely flames on the dark night sky of patrimony...

I wish you a New Year of love, of wild love, of kindness and sensuous intellection...a year of musick and whirling--of Vision and self-discovery--of Light of the Divine Mother seeping through the most mundane cracks in the real--

did you ever hear "Ariel" by Dean Friedman? That's a tantrik love song--

1 comment:

  1. "Ariel" by Dean Friedman, no. "Ariel" by Sylvia Plath, yes. :)

    Mary and I hunkered down, too -- popped the champagne cork for midnight, watched the ball drop, then dropped into bed soon thereafter.

    Wishing you a blessed New Year!