I understand and I hear you- my upbringing was a drama story- I have a lot of angst about it and hearing your story, somehow, weirdly makes me feel less angry…. We are in charge of ourselves and our story…. I won’t let my psycho parent have that strength over me…thanks for the input- hugs!💜
I loved this: "How odd that the ritual is to wait until someone is gone to share in that celebration of life. The best part of a wake is the pleasure of memory. Finding all the good of someone and making it central to the occasion." We should celebrate this while we're all alive... maybe turn birthdays into a better celebration of recognizing the good of someone instead of posting about them on instagram.
That would be cool too... maybe I'll try to organize one of those. For gifts lately, I've started to make photobooks on Canva. You can print them through Canva for a pretty reasonable price too. Then you get to sit down and call back memories from certain moments -- kinda has a similar effect to what we're talking about.
When James Brown was touring the casino circuit, I was working in aa casino theatre. He came through and did his usual amazing thing. Unlike many artists doing the casino circuit, he didn't talk to any of us stagehands, which was kinda sad. He had this white woman wife, who was probably 25, maaaaybe 30, she didn't seem like she would let him talk to anyone, and she didn't talk to anyone either. But onstage, he looked great. A but aged, as was right for where he was in life, but still awesome...
Mr. Dogfather of Soul, you've gutted me in every paragraph with your brave multiverse of truth of you and your dad.
"The empty between us teaches me more than you have."
PS. I got to see James Brown perform at the New Orleans JazzFest. They escorted him to the stage from prison where he was doing time for domestic abuse. There you go. I danced my ass off. (weirdly, my ass is still here, a bit saggier...)
...appreciate it...i definitely feel all those emotions sit here, and wanted to paint that sort of complex picture...i'd paint in black and white if it were my honesty, but alas it all falls on the side of complicated, unresolved, and in progress...next week birds or shoes!...
"You didn’t make me. You started me. ". This is perfectly said. He has no power, and you have every right to voice all that YOU are. And all that YOU made of yourself. So glad for your perspective. I don't want to mention this person either, but it's their loss they didn't even bother to finish what they started. You are the dogfather of soul. ❤️
I understand and I hear you- my upbringing was a drama story- I have a lot of angst about it and hearing your story, somehow, weirdly makes me feel less angry…. We are in charge of ourselves and our story…. I won’t let my psycho parent have that strength over me…thanks for the input- hugs!💜
...thank you for reading and sharing that!...
I loved this: "How odd that the ritual is to wait until someone is gone to share in that celebration of life. The best part of a wake is the pleasure of memory. Finding all the good of someone and making it central to the occasion." We should celebrate this while we're all alive... maybe turn birthdays into a better celebration of recognizing the good of someone instead of posting about them on instagram.
...or maybe once a decade or every five years we put together self reunions with our families and friends reliving all our crossed over moments...
That would be cool too... maybe I'll try to organize one of those. For gifts lately, I've started to make photobooks on Canva. You can print them through Canva for a pretty reasonable price too. Then you get to sit down and call back memories from certain moments -- kinda has a similar effect to what we're talking about.
...love that...we make an annual calendar and share it with friends/family (artifact uprising is the company we use) and it is a total hit...
I read your piece three weeks ago and am still thinking about it. Its heavy. Its real. Its memorable. Thank you sharing your story.
...thanks so much that really means a lot...
When James Brown was touring the casino circuit, I was working in aa casino theatre. He came through and did his usual amazing thing. Unlike many artists doing the casino circuit, he didn't talk to any of us stagehands, which was kinda sad. He had this white woman wife, who was probably 25, maaaaybe 30, she didn't seem like she would let him talk to anyone, and she didn't talk to anyone either. But onstage, he looked great. A but aged, as was right for where he was in life, but still awesome...
Hugs to you.
BRAVE, LET 'ER RIP WRITING 👇🏽👇🏽👇🏽
Mr. Dogfather of Soul, you've gutted me in every paragraph with your brave multiverse of truth of you and your dad.
"The empty between us teaches me more than you have."
PS. I got to see James Brown perform at the New Orleans JazzFest. They escorted him to the stage from prison where he was doing time for domestic abuse. There you go. I danced my ass off. (weirdly, my ass is still here, a bit saggier...)
This made me laugh, frown, and smile all at once. Feels a bit weird to say nice piece about this one, but nice piece, man.
...appreciate it...i definitely feel all those emotions sit here, and wanted to paint that sort of complex picture...i'd paint in black and white if it were my honesty, but alas it all falls on the side of complicated, unresolved, and in progress...next week birds or shoes!...
Nah gives us all the shades!
...alright I'll write about a bird in shoes wearing shades and play some corey hart...
Fis goes deep.
You would probably appreciate the read "The Denial of Death" by Becker.
...appreciate the rec dude...will dig in...gracias...
It's a deep one...and dense...but you dig that kinda stuff.
"You didn’t make me. You started me. ". This is perfectly said. He has no power, and you have every right to voice all that YOU are. And all that YOU made of yourself. So glad for your perspective. I don't want to mention this person either, but it's their loss they didn't even bother to finish what they started. You are the dogfather of soul. ❤️
...love you!...