Sunwaiter! I just got back at you on another posting. You think I'm being too harsh? Maybe all these Snorah Jonesed lines came too easy, hearing more than that around here. I'm just trying to represent the working reality of it all. It's like seeing trashy souvenirs in Niagara Falls, hippy lipstick, tilt and see naked, etc. They might be fun to pick up and squeeze, but if you think about what it took to manufacture and retail, you might change your perspective. I get going onstage sometimes, talking about music. Why should someone expect to pull big bucks out of my city, my province, my country, when they haven't even set foot onstage here. There never was a vote about replacing live music with technology, just as there never was a vote about replacing local manufacturing with Chinese goods. If I sound harsh, it's because my home town, Welland, once the second largest steel town in Canada, now has no steel mills and more drug dealers than steel workers. There wasn't a vote on that. And I'm a loving and passionate person, and single. I don't want to be tempted by teen singer crotch shots, shoved in my face everywhere.
I can sing. I can stand outside a nightclub on Clifton Hill, the main drag in Niagara Falls, and sing along to the tunes inside. That's always a nice thing to do, especially when I start singing higher note harmonies, and filling in what I consider empty spaces. Not onstage, not with my guitar and amp, but asked into a disco there, I stood in the middle of the dance floor singing along to Careless Whispers, when that tune was hot. George Michael may have taken a chance with a couple of high notes, but that's easy for my non-smoking, non-drinking choirboy voice. The dance floor filling, at the end I was riffing off the chorus, and the reaction I got, the applause and hugging and patting, is one of my favorite moments. Older, in hiking clothes, not even wanting to be there, but singing for real. Surprising people with what sounds real in front of them, beautiful.
Yes, I'm sounding good on myself, but I'll confess. I learned typing in school, but never had a computer lesson. I am a domain, but sponsored and built by others as a political act. I see myself as a word processor, or the text generator. Answering two posts of yours tonight, I've decided to try and add the function for getting alerts about answer posts. We're discussing serious things, and I want to be just as urgent, and I am posting a lot here, forgetting where I was. I don't want to miss any rapport like we have here.
Corno Dolce and I have been private messaging for a while, and you are coming in second with postings between us. Thank you.
While I'm having a middle aged break, finishing my new, patentable guitar, being able to look here with a computer in this house, has kept my music alive and refreshed my Hendrix connection. The best things in life are free. At least for you and me. Maybe it's time to send Mr. Frederik Magle a money order.
Thanks again Sunwaiter. When I see your name, I think of that Kevin Kostner movie Waterworld, about the world covered in water. Watching that movie is like sailing on a hot ocean. Just like The Postman and Jeremiah Johnson, where you feel like you made it through the winter. You should say something to make me feel your Paris.
Adieux, mon ami! as always, John Watt.