<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991</id><updated>2012-01-20T09:40:05.431-08:00</updated><category term='Spring tour 2011 1st Update'/><category term='Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses 2010 3D &apos;Out West&apos; Tour'/><category term='This Morning'/><title type='text'>Venus DeMars of ATPH</title><subtitle type='html'>Founder and Leader of the Dark-Glam band: "Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>19</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-3060500648163925854</id><published>2012-01-19T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:32:25.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'HAGALAZ' or 'Hailstorm.'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoUZkxQA0pI/TxiZYuDltjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5w9DV94XbJ4/s1600/HAGALAZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 224px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoUZkxQA0pI/TxiZYuDltjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5w9DV94XbJ4/s320/HAGALAZ.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699473978396358194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span &gt;&lt;b&gt;- to level. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;"..consider what will remain after the disruption is passed - this will be your truth."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my ruin-cast before our "winter south/south-west" tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sit under the stars back in my northland home. The temp is zero, and the windchill reaches near -20 degrees. I feel the bite of our outdoor hot tub water. I feel the ice form on my wet hair. The tub is a japanese style deep wood tub. Built from a kit. Too costly to keep heated throughout this particular winter, but I'd asked Lynn to turn it on for my return. It is old and worn. But I'm in it.&lt;br /&gt;The rising steam impairs my view of the surrounding bare trees, and the dim light of the kitchen window appears and vanishes. The water is still and silent.&lt;br /&gt;I sip my red wine and water, try not to think too hard about anything in particular, and I slowly get drunk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Years ago, before cell phones, Lynette and I and a poet friend made our way from Duluth to Minneapolis after a visit. It was winter, near midnight, and half way through the journey when the car stopped running. The outside temp was sub zero, windchill much lower. I was trying to figure out how far away the last gas stop was, thinking of walking back for help, when a pickup truck pulled over. The  man inside offered us a ride if we didn't mind sitting with his dog in the cab. He drove all 3 of us to our Minneapolis home's front door. The next day, the news told of someone stalled just a few miles from where we had also stalled on 35w.  They had died from exposure because of the arctic cold front which had enveloped the area... they'd attempted to walk for help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it just me, or does everyone flirt with death? Is it because we all know death wins in the end? Do we taunt it to feel better? Did we just give up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe each of us reached a precipice on this tour. The point of self awareness which makes you just hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, there's the blow by blow way to review this last tour, and I suppose I could do that. To be sure there were some wonderful times: the White Sands NM photo shoot,  The wonderful overnights we enjoyed at each leg of the tour, and the beautiful food and visits we indulged in with each of our hosts...  but I'm just not really wanting to go down that road for this blog. Simply this is what continues to pull me back on the road: Friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My band mates will tell their stories.&lt;br /&gt;You will hear them. And I will also tell you the details, and the bits of mine when I next run into you at a bar, or over coffee... but for now, this is the story I will tell here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to try for a 'sober only' performance tour... I gave up on this half way through when the carbon monoxide poisoning took hold in El Paso TX.  I did however, refrain from getting wasted. So there is that. But I can't do what I thought I could. And I'm humbled with that knowledge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found performances became brittle... I pushed, stumbled, confessed, and managed, but I couldn't get to the place I love. Where I dissolve. Where music, where voice, where time stops. Where they all become one.&lt;br /&gt;I lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My distraction with van repairs took a toll. Rebuilding the differential in Wichita was an expensive blow... but I felt lucky to have found someone who could do it so quickly. Mr. Jean-Claude (Damn Van) however, wasn't through. A minor loose hose lost a gallon of coolant 85 miles outside of Albuquerque NM and at 7pm, 40 miles from no-where, we overheated.  We waited 2 hours in the dark, In the van, in front of the pumps of a closed gas station for a tow.&lt;br /&gt;It finally came.&lt;br /&gt;Luck:&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Albuquerque by 10:30 pm, just a 5 minutes drive away from our overnight at Jules' place.&lt;br /&gt;The next morning "Pep Boys" didn't charge us for fixing it.  (Yay!!!) That night, however, at our gig at Burt's, the audience really wanted our knarly rock set.&lt;br /&gt;We presented '10 BONES,' but I broke, and switched the set to 'sparks and speed' as soon as I saw the drift. It saved the night, and though it was all the music I love, I still went into darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This night was my precipice. Cost, distraction, worry, depression, time, struggle, frustration, the years...     and the years....    and the damn years....    and  finally, the brittleness of not drinking collided. Everything was done. Anger was god. The world crumbled. I didn't break my hand...(as some of you know, I've broken both hands at least twice.) But I caused a great deal of emotional damage to myself and to my band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I apologized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The El Paso drive ended with a major exhaust leak. We should have gone to an E.R.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drank a few scotch's so I had an excuse for being so dizzy, and we performed anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hailstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I almost fell asleep at the wheel on the drive back to Las Cruses that night. The only thing that kept me awake was the screaming bad leg cramps in my thighs and calves. Jazz road home with our hosts, LeFreak, also drifting off to sleep did his best to help me stay awake, but we both collapsed when we finally arrived at David and Donny's house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... hailstorm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fixed the exhaust leak, but couldn't drive over 65 miles an hour and with no power either. We drove to Bisbee AZ.&lt;br /&gt;My friend Ray (the mechanic,) there in Bisbee, made a house call and took a look. He found the new carb choke wasn't getting electricity, And most likely for some time (even though I'd made sure the hot lead was in place when I left.)   My kick-down cable wasn't adjusted right either which added to the loss of power.  I had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;The air filter was dripping from oil blow-by caused because I was only ever using 2 of the 4 carb barrels for who knows how long!&lt;br /&gt;4 hr's later, though, I had my old van back. Ray's adjustments worked. The new engine now kicked ass, and we had a killer set at "St. Elmo's Fire."&lt;br /&gt;Then we drove to Phoenix without a hitch, and had another killer set at "The Rock."&lt;br /&gt;The van climbed the mountain roads like a champ into Prescott AZ, and we had a lovely overnight there.&lt;br /&gt;My acoustic set helped me drift back to the place where I love. Where I am lost in the songs... but only 3 people came to the show.  With LeFreak, and Jazz, and the gallery owner Kim, and her assistant Laurie, that made 7 in the audience. It was lovely, but also troubling.  It was a very tiny and intimate way to close the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we drove back and slowly descended the mountains, the van began to complain in the lower atmosphere.  Time was short. and we kept driving without attempting adjustments... I wasn't sure just how to do them, and I didn't want to make things worse.&lt;br /&gt;3 days into the cold north, the southwest warm choke adjustments Ray had done which worked so wonderfully there, just didn't work so well here. Then for some reason (which I am still investigating,) I lost coolant again, and we began to overheat at our gas stops around 8 pm, (still 3 hr's outside of Minneapolis,) and now, we were in the middle of this brutal arctic front. The engine stayed at normal temp as long as we kept driving, but climbed when we slowed to a stop. I assumed there was enough coolant to get us home by the way it behaved. The engine was too hot to try to take the radiator cap off to check for sure, and we were all so tired from the 9 hr's we'd already driven that day. I didn't want to give up.  I kept on eye on the engine temp the rest of the way, riding it through the gauge's ups and downs till we were all back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Jean-Claude Damn-Van now sits waiting for me to gather up the energy to once again head out and sort what it needs... but I'm exhausted, and it's damn cold. Jean-Claude will just have to wait for a while longer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-3060500648163925854?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/3060500648163925854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=3060500648163925854' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3060500648163925854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3060500648163925854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2012/01/hagalaz-or-hailstorm.html' title='&apos;HAGALAZ&apos; or &apos;Hailstorm.&apos;'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-qoUZkxQA0pI/TxiZYuDltjI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/5w9DV94XbJ4/s72-c/HAGALAZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-3313187581302619181</id><published>2011-05-31T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T17:33:34.696-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spring tour 2011 1st Update'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS3_OZrIR-g/TeWIYecfNUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cfDLx3haqL8/s1600/255940_2102802572699_1324511541_2536457_8269832_o.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS3_OZrIR-g/TeWIYecfNUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cfDLx3haqL8/s320/255940_2102802572699_1324511541_2536457_8269832_o.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613042464657978690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;photo by Gretchen Baer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Spring Tour 2011 update ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tuesday May 31st.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Two nights ago, I was sitting in the outdoor patio of 'The Rock' gay bar in Phoenix AZ re-connecting with my friend Scott Pierce a.k.a "Miss Pandora." The night before was the after party for the big Fetish Prom event in Scottsdale which we performed at. My band had caught up on sleep during that day, but I'd stayed up as I'd not made it till "sun-check" party time... I'd gone to sleep at 4:30 ish and had been able to get a few hr's sleep, so wasn't sleepy enough to crash at our overnight at Paul and JoHanna's. But now, as I was fighting sleep, and they were not, i was regretting that decision.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As we talked, a huge verbal fight began outside the patio... which elevated into one car being driven into another over and over disabling that 2nd car, and causing the occupant to run for cover... (this between a man and woman who did not appear to be part of the GLBT community. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Our evening ended when the police arrived, and the owner of the disabled 2nd car came into the patio area. He was also drunk, and when he saw me, he stiffened, and stared. I knew that look. it's the one I get in straight bars just before a get a verbal attack or a threat of physical attack, and it threw me off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Too much was going on police-wise for this to develop further, and we left, but the look startled me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The police waited for the woman driving the 'attack' car to return, (she's been circling the parking lot for about 2 hr's and every now and then swinging into it to slam into the 'victim' car. )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As we left, the band-van's breaks began to fail.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The next morning while I was struggling to get the van's master cylinder replaced, I learned of a number of shootings which had just happened in Minneapolis including one which resulted in death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This morning, I was contacted by an old trans-friend of mine from New York, who'd relocated to south america, maintaining Hi/r connection to New York. She's an organizer  and an activist/advocate for the trans-community, She wants me to call her to discuss something about my music. (I'll be doing this in the next few days to see what she's wanting.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Last night I dreamt that I was floating high above the earth attached to a balloon, then I was in a huge grass field under a windy grey sky, watching someone else struggling and floating by high overhead as they were attached to a wind buffeted balloon. I was alarmed that they didn't have control, and appeared to be in trouble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;After our performance here in Bisbee, we stopped off at the Grand Hotel bar, and met Burt (the bartender,) who used to drum for bands contracted with big label management, (Burt now drums locally for the fun of it having left the destructive rock and roll tour life-style he described, loved, and lived, to remain in his past.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At the after-party in Scottsdale, I drank too much, and found I had crossed the line for my ability to have intelligent dialogue. After apologizing for my drinking, I knew I had to find my hotel room and give up on the night, not wanting myself to progress further down that troubled mind-set.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Tomorrow night I am recording a solo song with Shawnee for his &amp;amp; Gretchen's compilation disc they're assembling. I plan to also use the track for my own release, feeling the now possible way to archive my developing connection here in Bisbee.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I have made new friends in El Paso TX now with our debut performance there at a club called LIPS. We, the band, agree, that that performance is standing out as one of the best performances we've put on during this tour so far. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I find that the thing I always thought I was "doing just for now," has become "the think I do." I've been on the Rock and Roll stage now for most of the years in my life now... weird to have figured that time percentage out. And I continue to attempt to make sense from this crazy-chaotic thing I've decided to make my life's work. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-Venus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-3313187581302619181?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/3313187581302619181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=3313187581302619181' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3313187581302619181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3313187581302619181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2011/05/photo-by-gretchen-baer-spring-tour-2011.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SS3_OZrIR-g/TeWIYecfNUI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/cfDLx3haqL8/s72-c/255940_2102802572699_1324511541_2536457_8269832_o.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-6802144230064639930</id><published>2011-01-17T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T20:13:38.341-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter-West solo-electric Tour 2011 wrap-up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUTTe2vjBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vejE_k3IxDk/s1600/DSC00508.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 104px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUTTe2vjBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vejE_k3IxDk/s400/DSC00508.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563374140107230226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica, serif; font-size: 12px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;DREAM&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Las Cruces NM&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; J&lt;b&gt;an 12th 2011&lt;/b&gt;:)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Breaking through the ice, I was still angry about the GPS directing me to drive over the frozen lake... I knew it was frozen too thin. I swam towards the rock faced shore line, and reached for the hand that was extended down. grabbing it, I was pulled up onto the shore wet, cold, but safe.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 2nd&lt;/b&gt; : Almost fell asleep during the first leg of the tour from &lt;b&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/b&gt; to &lt;b&gt;El Dorado&lt;/b&gt; &lt;b&gt;KS&lt;/b&gt; just 40 minutes north of Wichita. Worrisome, but made it. Hot Tub and a wonderful spicy-veg soup waited.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 3rd&lt;/b&gt;: wondered around &lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Liz's&lt;/b&gt; 2 horse ranch... saw the snapping turtles under ice... (Or  Lynette did... I only saw this video.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-79de9175dfdda93f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79de9175dfdda93f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D280DE5888DAD6579D18B2030535B346B3179B8AE.4CB0268D51C8B6A2BF0607C883DB2FC66E4B9F22%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79de9175dfdda93f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRMEm0xpMQpuhHJMhiWMRT3WfGLI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D79de9175dfdda93f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D280DE5888DAD6579D18B2030535B346B3179B8AE.4CB0268D51C8B6A2BF0607C883DB2FC66E4B9F22%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D79de9175dfdda93f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DRMEm0xpMQpuhHJMhiWMRT3WfGLI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening Jan 3rd&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;Wichita KS&lt;/b&gt;  -"&lt;b&gt;Kirby's Beer Store&lt;/b&gt;." a forgotten club calender notice, but both the bartender and I started to text and tweet. In the mean time, &lt;b&gt;Lynette&lt;/b&gt; and I took a quick trip to the "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Keeper of the Plains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" monument downtown &lt;b&gt;Wichita&lt;/b&gt;, the headed back to &lt;b&gt;Kirby's&lt;/b&gt; for load in and set-up. The place filled nicely, and both the performance and DJ set went&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; wonderfully!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love this club.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Note to self, Always a wonderful welc&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ome here at this tiny club. Despite it's size, I'm thinking this should be a regular stop for future &lt;b&gt;Venus/ATPH&lt;/b&gt; tours. Reminds me of the old &lt;b&gt;CBGB&lt;/b&gt;'s days.... (Everybody Dance!!)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning and Afternoon Jan 4th&lt;/b&gt;: Drove Highway 54 to &lt;b&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/b&gt;. Small towns, mostly 2 way highway driving..... Through the &lt;b&gt;Oklahoma pan handle&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Texas&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;New Mexico&lt;/b&gt;. More dangerous than the split highway driving... but shorter. follows the railroad line. More single bathrooms along this route. The up side of this route for a tranny-traveler like myself.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUMSvAj8bI/AAAAAAAAAFM/xqGESz7Z5uk/s200/DSC00437.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563366430682116530" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;9 pm Jan 4th&lt;/b&gt;: arrive &lt;b&gt;Hotel Blue&lt;/b&gt;. A cool art deco style old-world motor loge-inn.  Doors to guest rooms (6 floors,) open directly outside. Great view. Located in a tougher part of town though. Everything closes up at 9 p.m. it seems, other than &lt;b&gt;Burt's&lt;/b&gt; and a strip joint I noticed. Oh, yeah, a NY style pizza place, (which isn't really NY style, sic. &lt;b&gt;Ray's Pizza&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Saint Mark's Place&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; is NY Pizza!) is also open late. Worth it?? I don't know... We were hungry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Had Zombies at &lt;b&gt;Burt's&lt;/b&gt;... watched the fish behind the bar attack each other. Walked back to the hotel and fell asleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Note to self: Avoid the 'Cackling Lady' with the dried snot over her upper lip at all costs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUR60iYDRI/AAAAAAAAAF8/T6HcR4ayNdc/s200/DSC00434.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563372616919026962" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 5th&lt;/b&gt; : Drive to &lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt; via &lt;b&gt;Las Cruces&lt;/b&gt;... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;through the town of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Truth or Concequences&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" (formerly known as &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Hot Springs AZ&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  Yup, they changed their town's name in the 60's in order to &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;host the old game show there. Big deal of a thing, and then they kept the name. Odd... still has the Hot Springs though I understand.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Evening arrival at &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Johanna's&lt;/b&gt; place. Met &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt;. (He's Lost weight!!! 50+ lbs he sez! Wow!!) Went out to lovely high-end mexican restaurant for dinner. Guacamole made at table side (I gotta do that at home!) Lovely! &amp;amp; Warm!  Great Food!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 6th&lt;/b&gt;: Breakfast at &lt;b&gt;Two Hippies Breakfast Joint&lt;/b&gt;. (Love that place !!) Met some &lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt; friends: &lt;b&gt;Nikki&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ester&lt;/b&gt;, and &lt;b&gt;Ms Pandora&lt;/b&gt; (a.k.a. &lt;b&gt;Scotty&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening Jan 6&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;b&gt;The Rock&lt;/b&gt; (show lounge,) gig - &lt;b&gt;Phoenix AZ&lt;/b&gt;:  Great turnout. I set up the full staging with lighted platforms and light tree. The works!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Note to self:... hard to keep track of all that footwork needed to do both the light switching and the effect pedal switching. BUT it worked fine. Also, DJ sets are best left for rooms with the bar. The show lounge is best for just the live performances.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUM3VduQTI/AAAAAAAAAFU/p8F43X8kjXI/s200/DSC00451.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563367059480265010" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 7th&lt;/b&gt; :  The drive to &lt;b&gt;Tucson&lt;/b&gt;... Arrive at the non desrcript tiny, adobe style &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;motel... Got one key only, also the TV remote given at time of check in... to be returned upon check-out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening of Jan 7th&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;b&gt;PLUSH&lt;/b&gt;. Great turn out. At load in, we met and talked to local couple... told us of an excavation done on a sidewalk where they city discovered 6 feet down, a forgotten grave from the old west, it contained two skeletons who were in an embrace.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;First band: &lt;b&gt;Pork Torta&lt;/b&gt; (Friends of mine,) Sounded like &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gang of 4&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Loved them!!  Then me... the crowd seemed to like what I did... sold a lot, also heard lots of interest in my return. Last band: &lt;b&gt;Mr Free&lt;/b&gt;... a cross between &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Go-Go Bordello&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Frank Zappa&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I'd say. Way cool! the audience was there for them, and they loved it! So did I.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 8th&lt;/b&gt;: breakfast at a crepe place near &lt;b&gt;PLUSH&lt;/b&gt; on 4th.  Wonderful. left for &lt;b&gt;Bisbee&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Midday of Jan 8th&lt;/b&gt;: arrival at &lt;b&gt;Bisbee&lt;/b&gt;. Heard the news: The shooting of &lt;b&gt;AZ&lt;/b&gt; congress woman &lt;b&gt;Gabrielle Giffords&lt;/b&gt;. which had happened in &lt;b&gt;Tucson&lt;/b&gt; while we were having breakfast there.  Horrible news. We'd had no idea till we'd hit &lt;b&gt;Bisbee&lt;/b&gt;. Everyone we saw had red eyes. So sad.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUPuZBjaZI/AAAAAAAAAFc/pk598xJuAEM/s200/DSC00459.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563370204351916434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUPuvqmY7I/AAAAAAAAAFk/lYnWowdd9gA/s200/DSC00460.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563370210429658034" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening of Jan 8th&lt;/b&gt;: Dinner at &lt;b&gt;Roka&lt;/b&gt;. Learned that congress woman "&lt;b&gt;Gabby&lt;/b&gt;," (as people there &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;were calling her,) was a regular at &lt;b&gt;Roka&lt;/b&gt;, and had even held fundraisers there. People were relieved that she had survived the shooting, and were now all talking about the circumstances surrounding the shooting, and &lt;b&gt;AZ&lt;/b&gt; politics in&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;general. Sad Sad stuff... but dinner was wonderful!! (see photos of special custom made dessert: before and after photos... a preview of tomorrow's theme surrounding the performance: "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mimes vs. Clowns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;"... Note to self: mimes are OK, clowns still creep me out.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 9th&lt;/b&gt; : &lt;b&gt;Roka&lt;/b&gt; "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Venus' Dark Carnival&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" aka "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mimes vs. Clowns&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;".  at load in, the band van, aka "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;John Claude Damn Van&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" aka "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Black Pearl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" aka "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The Kitty Van&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;" acted up... didn't like the altitude much... (air to fuel mix to rich?) the carburetor doesn't have mix adjustment screw... what's up with that!?!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Upon our costumed arrival just half an hour before doors, I hit a curb outside the restaurant and immediately blew the front right tire (AGGH!!) Attempted to change the tire in stiletto boots, mini skirt, corset, and orange fuzzy short-jacket.  &lt;b&gt;Rod&lt;/b&gt;, one of the owners of &lt;b&gt;Roka&lt;/b&gt;, came out, and took over... (Thank you &lt;b&gt;Rod&lt;/b&gt;!!! )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The show went Wonderfully. Everyone able to be together during this rough time for &lt;b&gt;AZ&lt;/b&gt; and the country.  ...DJ set was a blast... (Everybody Dance!!... even Clowns and Mimes.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Load out at the end of the night was down the 3 flights of stairs... tough, but had help. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;PS &lt;b&gt;Louise&lt;/b&gt;, (aka Sock (slut,) Monkey &lt;a href="http://louiseslutmonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://louiseslutmonkey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)  Thank you SO MUCH for the painting!!!! I missed you at the show... PPS I like the crotch grinder idea... I may use the idea, if you don't mind, in some future performance ;) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 10th&lt;/b&gt;: drive back to &lt;b&gt;Phoenix&lt;/b&gt;... saw &lt;b&gt;Lynette&lt;/b&gt; off on her flight :_( ... "bye spot...." :( Sad again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening of Jan 10th&lt;/b&gt;: pick-up gig at coffee shop via &lt;b&gt;Jane Joyce&lt;/b&gt;. A cameo performance outside after a Poetry Slam.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Chilly but decided to do it in full costume... grinder and all. Full electric rig... Yeah!!  Tiny audience of poets plus one couple who had missed the earlier "&lt;b&gt;ROCK&lt;/b&gt;" performance, (also &lt;b&gt;Johanna&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt; of course, ) ... they all seemed to like it... the chill finally stopped my finger's articulation, and I had to give up, but not till after the grinder ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;... Note to self: Ask if the outdoor heaters are working for next outside gig... these weren't.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;End of night Jan 10th: the &lt;b&gt;ReBa&lt;/b&gt;r (bar,) around the corner. a woman came up to me and said she and her friends had walked past during my outdoor performance: Quote: "Kick Ass, You were Rocking Out, ... Loved the ass (my g-string,) in fishnets!" &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;... She made the chilly night totally worth it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;PS &lt;b&gt;Jane&lt;/b&gt;, Love your songs (also performed that night,) AND Brilliant New CD! Listened to it on the drive to &lt;b&gt;Las Cruces&lt;/b&gt;!! (PPS &lt;b&gt;LeFreak&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Jane&lt;/b&gt; gave me an extra to give to you ;)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 11th&lt;/b&gt;: FB Flooded with Happy Birthdays.. (Thank you ;)  Got lunch muffin and coffee thanks to &lt;b&gt;Ms Pandora&lt;/b&gt;.  Bought a pair of black cowboy boots at an antique store... Broken in for someone else's feet... but should be broken into mine in a few weeks. Got dinner, and later.. an saw a vinyl dress that I had to have in a small GLBT boutique next to &lt;b&gt;The Rock&lt;/b&gt;! wasn't sure know just how I was going to buy it... when &lt;b&gt;Paul &lt;/b&gt;stepped in... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUQvDv07cI/AAAAAAAAAFs/IwxVK6Z9NA0/s200/DSC00467.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563371315331919298" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(Thank you &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt;,)  =D  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Went clubbing that night... (in the n&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;ew dress of course.) Ended that at &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Char's House&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Lady Jae's&lt;/b&gt; performance with &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Ms Pandora&lt;/b&gt;... way cool!  Ended the night helping &lt;b&gt;Paul&lt;/b&gt; jump &lt;b&gt;Ms Pandora's&lt;/b&gt; car which had died earlier in the evening... (how's it looking now &lt;b&gt;Ms P&lt;/b&gt;? I think it's either the belt or the alternator... again with the tools and fishnets... discovered my large ratchet tool was broke when I tried to tighten the alt. belt. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Last B-Day Present: got a lovely &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jack Skellington&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Zero&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; bobble-head for &lt;b&gt;Pearl's&lt;/b&gt; dash from &lt;b&gt;Pandora&lt;/b&gt;. !!  They're bobbling just fine!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 12th&lt;/b&gt;: Last breakfast at &lt;b&gt;Two Hippies&lt;/b&gt;... bought a bustier I saw the day before at the antique shop across the street which I'd had my eye on..  Left for &lt;b&gt;Las Cruces&lt;/b&gt;. Was lonely to drive solo for the first time on the tour. ("Miss you &lt;b&gt;Lynnie&lt;/b&gt;.")&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;PS... &lt;b&gt;Jar-Jar&lt;/b&gt; (the wonder dog:) Stay Off The Bed will Ya?!!  and to Tordie-kitty &lt;b&gt;Pandora&lt;/b&gt;: Thank you for your fuzzy-cute company. Did you know you have a twin in Minneapolis by the name of "&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Bat-Girl&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;?"&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening of Jan 12th&lt;/b&gt;: arrival at &lt;b&gt;Las Cruces&lt;/b&gt;; The city unfolded like a crowded, beautiful star field in the desert darkness as I drove in. Pulled in front of &lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Donny's&lt;/b&gt; house. Warm welcome including a fire in the fireplace, and a home cooked pot-roast dinner!! Couldn't get any better!  Caught up with old friends, and met their house mate &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt; who graciously let me sleep in his room. (Thank you &lt;b&gt;James&lt;/b&gt;. hope you had fun at the Truck-Pull ;) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTURN4tit-I/AAAAAAAAAF0/XlqJZ6kmu50/s200/DSC00501.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5563371844945491938" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Morning of Jan 13th... &lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt; and I went on our hike up the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Organ Mountains&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;.  More catching up... enjoyed a wonderful packed lunch. Took tons of photos... Simply Beautiful!!  Heard an Eagle just on the other side of a peak, but it wouldn't fly overhead... On the way back, Saw my first Road Runner crossing our path... Totally cool!!!  "Good Luck... worth a thousand falling stars" David sez.  We stopped at the downtown Theater (the &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Rio Grande&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) which &lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt; runs... Also beautiful.   Had another lovely home cooked dinner (both dinners prepared by &lt;b&gt;David&lt;/b&gt;,) and finished the evening by playing guitar, and also listening to &lt;b&gt;Donny's&lt;/b&gt; piano playing and songs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lovely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Note to self: Be Sure to make a return visit on the next tour. the perfect halfway stop!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Afternoon of Jan 13th: stopped at &lt;b&gt;Le Freak's&lt;/b&gt; favorite fuel stop.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Note to self, (based on &lt;b&gt;LeFreak's&lt;/b&gt; last experience there:) remember not to wear women's bib overalls and use the urinal in the men's room at this stop.  I successfully avoided doing both.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning and afternoon  of Jan 14th&lt;/b&gt;: drive into &lt;b&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/b&gt; and checked back into the&lt;b&gt; Hotel Blue&lt;/b&gt;.  Tried to run out for coffee, but the coffee shop: (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Java Joe's&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) closed at 3:30 pm!! Just missed it.  Went back to the hotel, had 'Hotel Coffee' bleacchh, and napped till it was time to get ready for the gig.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Evening of Jan 14th&lt;/b&gt;: arrived an hr too early at &lt;b&gt;Burt's&lt;/b&gt;... still closed. too cold to sit in the car, went back to the hotel... returned at 8, but still locked... finally got their attention, and loaded in... got the DJ table, (my rig, and also my merch,) set up just in time to spin 3 records before the opening act. Which was led by &lt;b&gt;Chris&lt;/b&gt; (of &lt;b&gt;Vertigo Venus&lt;/b&gt;,) Surf guitar... totally cool as shit!  Then &lt;b&gt;Suicide Lanes.&lt;/b&gt;.. also Totally cool!! then me... (Thank you &lt;b&gt;Albq&lt;/b&gt; for such a warm welcome!! was good to be back!)  Finally &lt;b&gt;Vertigo Venus &lt;/b&gt;got onstage, and kicked ass till the bouncers kicked everyone's ass outta there.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Load-out with help from &lt;b&gt;Vertigo Venus&lt;/b&gt;, about to drive away when &lt;b&gt;Kenny&lt;/b&gt; run up and stuffed cash into my hand saying &lt;b&gt;Suicide Lanes&lt;/b&gt; had donated their cut to help with travels!! Couldn't believe it!!  (Thank You Guys!!! Wow!!!)  Slept for 3 hr's, Head felt like lead... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Morning of Jan 15th&lt;/b&gt;:  head REALLY felt like lead!!  Got on the road by 7:30 am, and used the donated cash for my first tank of fuel at the top of the mountain pass out.  Drove 54 all the way to &lt;b&gt;Wichita&lt;/b&gt;... thought I was almost to my overnight at &lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Liz's&lt;/b&gt; when I saw I'd set my GPS to &lt;b&gt;Kirby's&lt;/b&gt; and was 5 minutes away from there. ... pulled over and re-set GPS with sleepy eyes... took another 40 minutes, but made it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Another home cooked dinner waited, then Hot Tub and 2 cold beers... I almost fell asleep in the hot tub at 9:30!! ... Long drive! Thank you two &lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Liz&lt;/b&gt;!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Jan 16-17&lt;/b&gt;... just hanging out in &lt;b&gt;Kansas&lt;/b&gt; (&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;El Dorado&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;) at &lt;b&gt;Pete&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Liz's&lt;/b&gt; ... went to a cool movie theater chain called &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Warren Theaters&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Newly build, but in the old world style of over the top opulence. Gorgeous!  Left my cab light on since the evening of the 15th... so now I have a stone dead battery, but &lt;b&gt;Peter&lt;/b&gt; has a charger, and it's charging up as I finish this wrap-up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Plans are to head out on the last leg to &lt;b&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/b&gt; between 7 and 8 am tomorrow morning.  Dodge the ice storm, and deal with the single digit temps again.... But it's Home. See you soon.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- Venus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-6802144230064639930?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/6802144230064639930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=6802144230064639930' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/6802144230064639930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/6802144230064639930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2011/01/winter-west-solo-electric-tour-2011.html' title='Winter-West solo-electric Tour 2011 wrap-up'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TTUTTe2vjBI/AAAAAAAAAGE/vejE_k3IxDk/s72-c/DSC00508.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-2753062597270859161</id><published>2010-11-16T15:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T14:38:16.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Last night I woke up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TOMPaB4OHXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CM4Lz8CcgzA/s1600/The-Exit-Flyer11-2010sm.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TOMPaB4OHXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CM4Lz8CcgzA/s320/The-Exit-Flyer11-2010sm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5540288906451098994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; " &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;Last night I woke up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;, and wondered about how cold it'd gotten. I was walking about without a coat just a week ago! My cat Totoro, was laying between us on top of the blankets on his back, stretched way out... He's a Norwegian Forest Cat who was a stray, and we'd found that he'd taken refuge in our yard this same month 2 years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We was softly purring as I laid my cold hand on his fuzzy stomach. He's a huge cat... stretched out, he's almost 3 feet long to the tip of his tail! No fat... just bone and muscle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we'd taken him in 2 winters ago, he was so scared and cold... he'd growl and purr at the same time, not willing to let us near him... but so hungry, that he'd run from his hiding place to get the food we'd put out for him till he finally decided he was homeless, and really needed someplace warm to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night we finally decided to take the chance and bring him in, it had dropped to 30 below windchill. he had a cold, and his eyes and nose were running... He had curled up on one of the bench seats from the band-van which I'd taken out and had sitting in our garage. I bent over, and taking a breath, knowing he may bite, or scratch me, I put my hands around his cold body, and picked him up to my chest, then carried him inside... He didn't growl, or struggle. When I set him down in the basement, he just looked kind of stunned. I brought him a big bowl of dry food. Our other cats, were shut upstairs, and were totally out of their minds over who I had brought in ... and upon hearing them yowl, and claw upstairs, he ran and hid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 years later, he's now king of the house... though still scared when something unexpected happens. Pan-Pan, our other male, (and the stray we'd taken in 2 years before Totoro, has had to grudgingly give up control of the house except the 3rd floor, where he can still call the shots. Bat-Girl, our tortoise-shell rescue cat is the glue that helps keep Totoro and Pan able to deal with each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On this cold night, I understood how so much of life can change by just being willing to take a chance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's also why I'm still slugging along in rock and roll after so many years... I keep taking chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider coming to our gig on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Saturday Nov 27th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt; at Chicago's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:small;"&gt;Club EXIT&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; "&gt;. And please, those of you who can't make it to Chicago, tell your friends down there about us, and this night. We're all crazy rock and roll people still trying to change the world, and still slugging it out as best we can, taking chances all the way. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;br /&gt;PS, our friend Christina, is also having her Birthday Bash event this same night at the EXIT... I expect nothing like this night will ever be seen again... don't miss it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-2753062597270859161?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/2753062597270859161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=2753062597270859161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2753062597270859161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2753062597270859161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/11/last-night-i-work-up.html' title='Last night I woke up...'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TOMPaB4OHXI/AAAAAAAAAEo/CM4Lz8CcgzA/s72-c/The-Exit-Flyer11-2010sm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-1434668536309666210</id><published>2010-09-19T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-19T20:48:36.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TJZM7xEsr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/efs7RKT9Eiw/s1600/night-flower.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TJZM7xEsr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/efs7RKT9Eiw/s320/night-flower.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5518682983058157554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I see you peeking out at us from under the bed covers. You curled on your side with the blankets pulled up half over your face. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Your uneaten lunch from four hours ago still on the rolling table next t you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You're happy to have us there as we chatter about family and new things which are happening.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I wonder what you are thinking as I watch your eyes scan across the room at each of us. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do you know who I am?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You're 92 now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;And back in the hospital.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I remember being in Amsterdam sitting in the audience at the Paridiso as the documentary premiered. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You appeared suddenly on that huge screen. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You quietly but fiercely defended me as a trans-person, ...but "still your son" you'd said. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I remember how the audience loved your comment about  'being scandinavian... not too emotional you know." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Do you remember that interview? Is it still somewhere in your forgotten memories?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;A few months ago, after you'd moved from the house you helped build, into a new place with hallways and staff.. I had a dream:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Driving on a quiet and dark night, I pulled up and parked next to your back yard. I left my van, and joined you while you were sitting outside on chairs set along your back sidewalk facing out onto the back year. I sat with you as you talked about how much you loved your flowers which were blooming and visible in the circle of the back yard light. The night was warm and quiet.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then I noticed how quiet it really was... no sound from the usual night creatures. no sound at all. no breeze, or rustling leaves. I looked around the back yard and it was all there in the dark, softly illuminated by the glowing street lamps, but as I looked up, I saw that there was no stars. and I could just make out how at the edge of your yard and slightly into the woods things cleared away... and a large quiet warehouse floor became just visible. And I remembered that I had come to visit you at your new place which was reconstructed to look like your old house. But always night, always quiet, always isolated. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You talked about how something just wasn't right, but you couldn't put your finger on it. Still, you loved how the flowers looked, and you were content. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I remember the sadness overtaking me, as I eventually climbed back into my van, and drove away from you with the headlights on, searching for the exit that I couldn't remember in that huge, empty, still, darkened warehouse.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;What are you thinking as you peer out at us?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;When asked what your favorite dessert is you reply "Cream of Wheat."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2 days ago you pulled the needle from your arm twice, so now they watch you swallow pills instead. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But you don't always.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love you Mom.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can't say goodbye yet you know... but maybe that's what you've been quietly saying to me? To us?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As we leave, you smile... pull the covers away from your face a bit, say you want photos next time: "Remember to bring photos next time."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I can only nod an agreement after I hug you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My voice is gone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-1434668536309666210?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/1434668536309666210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=1434668536309666210' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/1434668536309666210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/1434668536309666210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-see-you-peeking-out-at-us-from-under.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TJZM7xEsr_I/AAAAAAAAAEg/efs7RKT9Eiw/s72-c/night-flower.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-301943372943742130</id><published>2010-06-13T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T10:24:41.360-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TBUTmjIcQNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rrkGeNcTP0A/s1600/Mom%27s_Pastel.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TBUTmjIcQNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rrkGeNcTP0A/s320/Mom%27s_Pastel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482309674380050642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;A pastel my Dad made of my Mom before I was born&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In my dream last month, the car was parked in the driveway of my Mom's house.  It was winter, and I was standing over the open trunk. My job was to saw off the paws of the cat laying there. A long-hair golden cat.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was horrified...but I knew it had to be done.  I began the process... holding one arm securely, I steeled myself, and sawed through the flesh and bone with the small toothed saw not unlike a coping saw. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The cat didn't struggle, or react to pain, it just laid looking at me with sad eyes. They scanned over my face. I took another breath, and moved to the second arm, again sawing through it, feeling the resistance of bone. Then onto the left leg. Finally, as my eyes were welling with tears, I made it through the final leg. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Just as I'd finished, the cat jumped up, and slipped through a small rusted hole in the side of the trunk, into the winter snow, and running on stumps, it left bloody tracks as it slipped down a hole in the snow, and disappearing from view.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Guilt and horror overtook me. I screamed for help. I imagined the cat slowly dying from blood loss and frozen flesh. I howled in grief, tears running. I struggled with why I had done this, knowing it was wrong... why didn't I stop? why did I continue? Who'd convinced me I even had to do this? and why didn't I refuse? I hugged my sides, inconsolable,  wanting to throw up. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I collapsed in the snow next to the car and curled into a ball. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The end of last month, I spent my final week in Duluth taking care of my Mom. She's now in an assisted living hospice. 5 days there now, as of this blog.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's a good place, and has all 3 facilities for final living: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;1. Independent living apartments; Come and go as you wish, within an accessible designed living complex, near help if needed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;2. Assisted Living. (where my Mom now is;) Round the clock checkins by staff. Scheduled care taking and health monitoring, 3 group meals a day, but within an apartment like living space where you're free to hang your own pictures, and bring in your own furniture, bed, tables, etc... an activity schedule.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3. End of life care; (I only asked about this, but my understanding is it's more like a hospital stay environment.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My mom sleeps most of the time. Napping in her big chair. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;During our day trip there 2 days ago, Just after her dinner, and after we'd hung some pictures we'd taken there from her house, I dialed my aunt's phone number on my cell, so I could let my Mom check in her. (My Aunt also has memory issues, and is having a hard time understanding, and remembering that my Mom has now moved.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;From my Mom's end of the quiet conversation, we heard her say she was fine, and of course she was home. "...I'm sitting in my big chair, The 'kids' are here, I'm comfortable...., Yes, every thing's fine. ....I'm just sitting..., in the house."&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then she slept again till we said goodbye, and we left for Minneapolis. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My sister said she'd stayed with her longer. Sitting in her wheelchair, they went through the halls and common spaces of the complex. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;They stopped near a group of other residents who had gathered in the lobby. One resident had his acoustic guitar with him, and was singing and taking requests. I guess he sang "Don't Fence Me In" for my Mom and sister.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I still worry though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;One morning during that last week a month ago, while I stayed at her house with her, she told me over morning coffee: "It's Mine." &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I asked what, and she said: "I own it now, free and clear. Last night they came and gave me the deed." she said with a smile. "I own the house now! It's mine!"  I reminded her that she and my dad built the house years ago... way before I was even born, and of course she owned it... there wasn't really any deed involved, cuz they'd built it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She just smiled. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-301943372943742130?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/301943372943742130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=301943372943742130' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/301943372943742130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/301943372943742130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/06/pastel-my-dad-made-of-my-mom-before-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/TBUTmjIcQNI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/rrkGeNcTP0A/s72-c/Mom%27s_Pastel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-1967559954720007329</id><published>2010-03-02T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T21:07:05.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S43kqi9KG3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nzr-7D1wEdY/s1600-h/DSC00046.JPG" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S43kqi9KG3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Nzr-7D1wEdY/s320/DSC00046.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444258944149756786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did I tell you guys that I cried the first time I saw this:? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"I Have Always Loved You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'd just come back from walking out and around in the morning after &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and I had one of our big blow out arguments in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... ( that argument was what inspired the song: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Love Is Nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" ... just some trivia I suppose.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was a rainy week... and we were there painting the room which is now featured at the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carltonarms.com/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Carlton Arms hotel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; as one of the more popular rooms: #&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;5-D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;;  the "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Venus &amp;amp; Lynette / All The Pretty Horses&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" room.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway... it was one of those arguments, where Lynette is so angry at me for being so self centered, and "screaming quietly" ... you know what I mean... as we walked down the rainy wet sidewalks around &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Gramercy Park&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... I, of course, kept silent, which is what I always seem to do in arguments... I just don't know what to say... I try and stay calm... try and think...  never seems to work... then sometimes I blow up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did I tell you guys I broke both my hands cuz of blowing up? Yeah... stupid. Once when I was about  21: (the right hand..., first band..., strummed with a cast..., played the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cabooze.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Cabooze&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; on a trip down to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mpls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; from &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; for a gig..., (Back when &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Suburbs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The Suburb's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; were the big &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mpls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; band.) Lynette and I weren't married yet..., I punched a wall.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;- Then again once just a few years ago: The left hand..., the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ATPH&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; band..., learned to fret with 2 fingers..,. played &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Milwaukee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clubanything.us/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Club Anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... I had punched a door frame.) ....I think I'm done with all that now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Anyway.., yeah.., I came back the the room we were painting... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was painting poems on the walls, I was painting theme and imagery. We were still stupid mad. I got back, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was out, I wandered around, then decided to work in the bathroom on one of the murals, and I saw what she'd painted... Pretty much broke my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;--------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S43eAsg4QBI/AAAAAAAAADw/l0hgvz5cpzk/s200/DSC00013.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444251628091228178" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S43dc4iROSI/AAAAAAAAADo/BLDrQtjRcBs/s200/DSC00042.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444251012842993954" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ATPH in NY 2-2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'd started writing this blog a few times... even did the full point to point follow up of the last few days of the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;NY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; tour for you... then just gave up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I went to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to put in my week helping take care of my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... and then while driving back I decided I needed to re-write it all.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;It was tough in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; content enough, but money's slipping away cuz she needs 24 hr care, and we need to compensate for that time spent taking care of her even with help from family and friends... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We need to look at moving her to an assisted living place where we can get help with financial costs... and better care for her... but, of course she's not understanding how things have changed...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; Her memory is worse... it's now good hr's instead of good days.  The rest of the time... she sleeps, or kind of 'swims' through time. I bring her to a senior lunch, where my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (who's in her 80's ) also goes... she wants me to bring my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to come visit... but there's the 12 stairs up to her front door, and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; just can't make it up that many anymore. My aunt's memory is almost as bad as Mom's... and she doesn't believe Mom can't make it up the stairs... so we argue.  ("Fire from her eyes!" my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ousin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; sez when she's argued with her about the same thing...) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We're pushing it for having &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; at this lunch... it's not really set up to take care of someone with these kind of memory issues, or health issues... but they really like my Mom there, and she likes it there too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Back at home we play domino's a lot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S43kNpgQSfI/AAAAAAAAAEA/pf6KZhQxeE8/s200/DSC00020.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444258447691368946" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;4 nights ago, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; called my aunt and asked if we could come over to visit... (I'd suggested that she call, and ask my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Aunt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; to come visit us. ) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I had to call back, and correct all that, and argue some again, then tell my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; we couldn't go visit her cuz of the stairs... and she gave me the deepest - saddest look. she said: "Oh, Let's Go! We can do ti!! It'll be fun!! Let's Go!" Broke my heart again...hard....    hard. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;How did it happen that I'm now telling my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; "No, you can't do that." instead of the other way around? .... all those years growing up. the push and pull of life and desire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I suggested we just go for a drive instead... went to the lake shore... drove out to the end of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Park Point&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. Went down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Superior Street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; into downtown &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...  Saw the sunset... saw the city lights. My &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; loved it... forgot all about the stairs... by the next day, she'd forgotten all about the drive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6ca55e2f62cc37" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e6ca55e2f62cc37%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFBAF5A874F0F5B9FBF54344791B6C2E0F6DA451.621DE60BD5A4A85BAC4A04A53E708EB8196A125C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ca55e2f62cc37%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1iyr7fD7Uk-kozNcflw9d6qinvE&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0e6ca55e2f62cc37%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DFBAF5A874F0F5B9FBF54344791B6C2E0F6DA451.621DE60BD5A4A85BAC4A04A53E708EB8196A125C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6ca55e2f62cc37%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D1iyr7fD7Uk-kozNcflw9d6qinvE&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;    &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Me and Mom at Lake Superior&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;b&gt;-----------------&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Back in NY:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yeah, what did I write in the unpublished first draft blog? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hmmm... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Well, we got drunk.... some of us too drunk.  Fought the headaches the next day...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LeFreak's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; knee got really, REALLY bad... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; visited her Mom on Long Island, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (one of my former bass players,) came to see us with her Boyfriend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... The gig at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlenesgrocery.net/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Arlene's Grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; went really well... but had to do a solo cuz my drummer Trev had personal conflicts which eclipsed the trip at the last minute...so we had to scramble to make it work... but it did. My long time friend and producer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Barb&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; (or '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/superbuddha"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Super Buddha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;') came to the show. My other long time friend &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Michael, a.k.a. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://pipl.com/directory/people/Mistress/Formika"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mistress Formika&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, Jones &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; MC'd the event. The event was "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/badassnyc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;BadAss Burlesque&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;" hosted and created by &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Velocity Chyaldd&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; danced onstage. Then also on the floor after the set, and the event.... till the last-call locals replaced the event audience... (they kept asking me why I was dressed like I was..., all the rest of the burlesque troupe having left by then, &amp;amp; only me, the only one in the bar wearing a corset and pasties.... Weird!! ... Did you feel it?... I just had a flash back of small town America right there in lower east-side Manhattan!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'd decided it was time to go... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Le&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Freak&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Emily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; stayed, Me and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; went to catch a cab. I dragged my sorry-ass guitar and lights along with me down the sidewalk..., still in heels..., still in corset and pasties, but also, tastefully, in a long coat. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-- Did I tell you guys how &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; was feeling so bad for me, after we'd left &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.arlenesgrocery.net/"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Arlene's Grocery&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; that she insisted she carry one of my things.... heavy as they were? She tried... got about 10 feet, and totally fell flat on the sidewalk! off balance from the weight, her small stature, and perhaps that last scotch? ... I took my guitar back, while wishing I could scoop her up as well, like a kitten, and carry her along with me and the equipment.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Adam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;, screaming at the cabs for not stopping... and about as wiggly as Eden. me too almost by then--  all very cute in the struggle I'd like to think.... the memory of that will stick in my mind for some time to come I think....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;No cabs willing to stop, All had fairs going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Brooklyn&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;. ...Had to walk for about 10 blocks towards the hotel till we finally hailed an empty cab... Blah, Blah, Blah... normal last-call NY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Got home... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Got to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Duluth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Talked the tough talk with my drummer about trying to follow through, but also understanding how life gets smack in the way sometimes... but still... and I Hate doing these talks!!!  and so, how to balance?  How do &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;balance? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Finally back home now... Another argument about time... No time... an argument about feeling alone, aloneness, about too much self centeredness... you know, normal argument stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Got through it... kind of.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So now I'm thinking about us... all of us.. We're all so alone... We're born alone.... struggling to breath.... but we grab onto life as hard as we can, tight! fighting all the way.  And we struggle to be together... Find that lost soulmate... carrying each other... carry each other's things... For a time, perhaps we really do it...  We get our balance... we help our friends.... We find our partners.... perhaps we make that difference.  And we live that life, ....OR we live it...., then lose track...., then live it again.... and lose it again... eventually we get old... and things fall away, our balance gets shaky, and the stairs become too many. Maybe our partner dies.... our friends drift.    But we keep trying..... up until the end I think seeing my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;... remembering my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Yesterday it occurred to me that even when we're hating, we express love, cuz we're feeling it's loss so intensely.... Maybe???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;The night before I left for home, (3 nights ago,) my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Mom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; wanted to know if we needed to get up for anything... and I said I was leaving that next morning, but we'd been getting up at 7:30 or 8 am, so I wouldn't worry... and she said: "Well, I guess... but, when we start school, we're going to have to get up even earlier cuz school starts so early..., but I keep forgetting..., it's still summer vacation."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I said: "yeah..., I guess we will."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Did I tell you guys I cried the first time I saw this?: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I Ha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;ve Always Loved You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S34SYbFqajI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4ZvREK38BRE/s320/DSC00016.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439805610707806770" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;(An Image of 'behind the bar' at the historic Stonewall Bar)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;So, I'm back in NYC. at the moment, sitting at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitzgeraldspubnyc.net/"&gt;Fitzgerald's Pub&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; at the bar... just as a Basket ball game ended with a very clise score... and last minute shots. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S34TBvgy1aI/AAAAAAAAADI/6IfAbvhplC8/s200/DSC00003.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439806320564950434" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;LeFreak&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;, having a The First Scotch of the day...8 am Milwaukee Airport.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We walked around as soon as we got into the hotel..(tomorrow, we get to stay in 5D; the room which I painted, and &lt;b&gt;Lynette&lt;/b&gt; wrote, and also painted poems in... it's been so popular, that I haven't been able to get into it for the past few years of coming out to NY.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We made it down to &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thestonewallinnnyc.com/"&gt;The Stonewall Inn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;,.. after wondering for a while in the cold winter wind...but still feeling wonderful about being back here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;LeFreak&lt;/b&gt; had a subway map... (I'd left mine in the hotel room.) I'm pretty familiar with the system, but didn't want to lead the way and get us lost...so it was a good thing he had his. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Then we walked up to the meatpacking dist. and walked the &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thehighline.org/"&gt;Highline Parkway&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. it's it's first winter...and still a beautiful walk even though it's now covered in snow, and the wind was sharp.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;...took a cab back to the hotel, but stopped off at &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fitzgeraldspubnyc.net/"&gt;Fitzgerald's&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;, (The pub under the hotel (&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.carltonarms.com/"&gt;The Carlton Arms&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;...an art hotel) where we've been stopping at for many years of touring here. we Know the bartenders, and got suggestions to dinner. had Indian food... After getting up at 3 am this morning... everyone's pretty tired...but after a short nap, I'm here doing this quick blog of the first day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S34UDHsEoiI/AAAAAAAAADQ/tefBolJRfW0/s200/DSC00011.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807443746202146" /&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Emily 'Star' at the 14th St. Subway stop off the 'L' train.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Not much else to report... except, &lt;b&gt;Emily '&lt;i&gt;Star&lt;/i&gt;'&lt;/b&gt; is now the only band member from the 'old' days of the band. She's toured with me to England twice, and all over here, the east coast... and regionally. We reminisced about some of our past drummers... from waaayyy back... &lt;b&gt;Emily&lt;/b&gt; was in the band just after &lt;b&gt;Billy&lt;/b&gt; left, and &lt;b&gt;Matt Batchelor&lt;/b&gt; joined...so she and I share a number of memories... funny now to only have one member who can do this with me... I fear I just bore the other newer members now when spinning tales about past tours etc... yeah,yeah,yeah...Blah,Blah,Blah they, I'm sure, are thinking when I drift off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S34UiaXNmGI/AAAAAAAAADY/7XI3IWM19lE/s200/DSC00019.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5439807981334927458" /&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A Small 'icon' image in the front entryway of the hotel of the large one which I painted in my room!! (Fun to have found...done by another artist.)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;More tomorrow... seems like I'm not able to get online in my room at present...perhaps tomorrow I'll have better luck on 5D. Otherwise... I'll keep up with the Pub, and Coffee shop connections.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; min-height: 11.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-3679843095591551009?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/3679843095591551009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=3679843095591551009' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3679843095591551009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3679843095591551009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/02/image-of-behind-bar-at-historic.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S34SYbFqajI/AAAAAAAAAC4/4ZvREK38BRE/s72-c/DSC00016.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-125578382108798985</id><published>2010-02-12T07:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T16:20:17.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S3V2Th2QzAI/AAAAAAAAACw/eA1VxJ-pv98/s1600-h/roses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S3V2Th2QzAI/AAAAAAAAACw/eA1VxJ-pv98/s320/roses.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5437382202995297282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At 7:15 am this morning, when I'd just stumbled down the stairs, I saw a dozen red roses in a vase in front of the fireplace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I had no idea where they came from, and I asked Lynette, who was hurrying to get ready for an early meeting at school.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She said she'd brought them home last night for me, but I hadn't noticed because I was so caught up in doing my taxes... adding up the faded numbers off mounds of crumpled, and torn receipts saved from the past year. I'd been working on it all day, and with an accountant appointment scheduled in just over an hr, and I wasn't sure I'd be done in time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was crazy scrambling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I felt pretty stupid this morning... but I love red roses. And I   **think??**   Lynette's forgiven me? well, she acted as if she did.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(She's left for that meeting now.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I Love them!! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I love you Lynnie ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Stupid taxes!!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My cat Eliza was followed me around too.... Everywhere!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;...Wouldn't move more than a few feet away.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She was being very cuddly. (She's off sleeping somewhere now I think.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She's from the 'old guard' kitties. The group we first got... one of the first stray's we took in, and now the last of that group.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;3 days ago we found out that she has cancer, and only has a few months to live. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Maybe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But she's happy now now... though dealing with a slowly draining ear, and some nerve damage effecting the left side of her head, (It's inner ear cancer.. never knew there was such a thing.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It makes me pretty sad... but I want her to feel loved for as long as possible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;My dreams have now shifted to not being on the move... they usually lag about 2 weeks behind whatever I'm doing, and it's been a little over 2 weeks since getting back from tour. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Last night I dreamt she was attempting to drop down a square hole broken through the floor of  some 2 story carriage house we'd evidently fixed up in my dream world. I kept trying to stop her, grabbing her tail just as she was slipping through, and pulling her back onto the floor next to the whole. I knew she's be really hurt if she dropped that far to the cement 1st floor. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She'd look dissapointed... nose around... then she'd start at it again, giving it another try.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-- Lynette is walking more now without using her crutches. her broken ankle from her car accident while I was on tour, is slowly healing... but not fast enough for her. She did well getting out the door to her meeting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;These random thoughts have me thinking about crossing boundaries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- When I was 19, I saw some trans Male to Females on the old 'Donahue Show' one afternoon  on my little B&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;black and white portable TV in my 1st Street, downtown Duluth Brownstone 2nd floor condemned apartment. (I'd gotten it for $125.00 a month through a friend who'd worked out a deal with the landlord.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The apartment was a construction mess when I'd moved in, but that was part of the deal... I'd fixed it up since..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;This was he first time I could put a name on how I felt gender-wise. Up until then I thought I was the only person in the world dealing with my 'gender frustration.'&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I eventually crossed that boundary, but in my own unique way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- Years later, during the first line-up era of "All The Pretty Horses,' (Bill and Ed and I,) we thought we'd get rich off my being public about being transgender... This was the early 90's. It never happened.... the getting rich part. But we'd broken the rules. Crossed the line. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That time in Rock and Roll didn't have room for Trans people... (not sure it's much different now.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- When my father died, I was there. I saw him die. His eyes rolling back... muscles straining, trying to make some sort of noise...&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;That was 17 years ago. I still see him now in my dreams, sometimes as a young man, sometimes as he was before he died. And we talk about life now. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I imagine him having crossed the line of life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- My Mom remembers it differently. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She's now dealing with memory loss... Last month, my sister told my sister that my aunt was vacationing in Cuba. That being the reason she hadn't seen her for so long, even though they were both at the neighborhood senior community lunch. the day before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She remembers my Dad drifting off easily, when he died. (she was there too.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She's crossed the boundary of independence. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She'd always been one to strike out on her own, tackling life on her own terms. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I imagine it's hard for her to have to be dealing with these physical and mental limitations now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- In NY while ATPH was touring there early on, I met Jayne County... one of, if not the first, trans Male to Female rock performer to publicly acknowledge her transgenderism... she'd even transitioned mid musical career, starting out as Wayne County. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I kept running into her whenever I was out in NY... saw her DJ set at 'Otto's Shrunken Head' tiki lounge.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At a small 'Trans-Party gathered in the back room of a bar just down the street from the old 'Meow Mix.' &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;At another bar somewhere in lower Manhattan where we were meeting mutual friends for an early evening drink. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We'd talk and catch up on just daily stuff... She'd mentioned her desire to move back to her hometown roots down south. I don't know if she ever did, as our mutual friends have now drifted away, and I no longer see her out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Her performances were raw and jarring.... coming directly from the early, messy, 'fuck the audience' Punk days.  At odds (as is usually the case with performers,) with the daily persona I'd gotten to know. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Seeing her perform towards the end of her career, and also knowing the work she'd done as a young person... she did, and I'm sure, continues to cross multiple boundaries.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- I had a 2 hr long conversation with a closeted trans-friend of mine. Someone who passes flawlessly as male, Having crossed that boundary quite successfully long ago, but now, life is pulling him towards having to deal with coming out... A whole other boundary. But he doesn't want to. He's content and happy leaving that personal information out of his life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We talked about these feelings, the craziness  of unpredictability, and how to deal with the unexpected.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;- A former band mate of mine, who joined the band before Her transition, has now become heavily involved in the porn industry... seemingly to have set aside music, friends, relationships, and consideration in order to pursue it. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We've broken ties, (Her decision,) because of an article written about the band's history, and it's many line-up changes. Her birth name having been noted in a sensational way by the article's author. Her anger towards me stems from a feeling that I shouldn't have let that happen, and should've apologized to her for using her birth name when I acknowledged her previous musical work. (this, I also I did all the other past band mates,) And since she was known in the musical circles as her previous male self, and wasn't shy about being open about her own transgenderism, I didn't think twice about giving her the same props I'd given everyone else. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;She'd blamed me for the author's use of highlighting her name, and took the article as a personal insult. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So, here, with this event, many lines and boundaries have been crossed. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;......&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The morning of the day I left on this last tour,  Lynette was sleeping, the morning sun was poring in, Eliza (our 'old guard' kitty,) was awake, purring, and following me down for breakfast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I was thinking about how perfect things were right at that very moment. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I knew everything would change.. time never stopping. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I didn't want to let go of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I stood still at the top of the stairs looking back at Lynette, the sun on the floor, and Eliza.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Then I went down to make the morning coffee.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-125578382108798985?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/125578382108798985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=125578382108798985' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/125578382108798985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/125578382108798985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/02/at-715-am-this-morning-when-id-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S3V2Th2QzAI/AAAAAAAAACw/eA1VxJ-pv98/s72-c/roses.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-7837066074596525870</id><published>2010-02-05T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T09:47:56.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This Morning'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2xVxlrpR8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U4nPWuYCWNM/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2xVxlrpR8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U4nPWuYCWNM/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434813160746469314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The door stickies Lynette put up for my 'tour return'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette drove her new car to work today for the first time. Hope it all goes well... though I'm 98% sure it should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're both happy that she's now one step closer to getting back to her old self. Still, it'll be about 6 more weeks of crutches if that all goes well, and she's given up on coming along with the band on our short tour/gig in NY on Feb 20th. (That's the one place she usually comes along to when we gig out of town.... I wonder why ;) ;) at "Arlene's Grocery" as part of "Bad Ass Burlesque," who invited to be the 1st musical guest for this night. (so DON'T be late if you plan to go!! 11:30 p.m. sharp!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll miss her.&lt;br /&gt;We often take a time just for the two of us to be on the town in NY... (we have our favorite restaurant: The Gramercy Tavern (&lt;a href="http://www.gramercytavern.com/"&gt;http://www.gramercytavern.com&lt;/a&gt;) just near the hotel we always stay at, and in which we created an installation room: (#5D the "All The Pretty Horses" or "Venus &amp;amp; Lynette" room.. top floor... I did the paintings, Lynette wrote the poems:) "The Carlton Arms"(&lt;a href="http://www.carltonarms.com/"&gt;http://www.carltonarms.com&lt;/a&gt;) -- but I'll miss that night out this trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2xXrp_Vt0I/AAAAAAAAACo/I3fjK2FDpGI/s1600-h/5D_Carlton-Arms-Room.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 288px; height: 194px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2xXrp_Vt0I/AAAAAAAAACo/I3fjK2FDpGI/s320/5D_Carlton-Arms-Room.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434815257846855490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our #5D Room (..stolen from the Carlton Arm's website --&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;forgive me guys ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last two weeks have unfortunately been pretty stressful on both of us.&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because we're just not good under stress.&lt;br /&gt;I tend to get quiet, which makes Lynette worry, and she tends to be more direct in her dialogue with me, which triggers my reactionary self.&lt;br /&gt;--  A Bad Mix!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we kept taking our walks down the old 'spiral staircase ' of habitual ' Let's just Irritate each other for a while, shall we? '  Sheesh! you'd think after all this time we'd know better... but there you go. I know those of you out there in relationships know what I'm talking about. - Then the guilt kicks in... and just makes everyone feel worse.  Ugh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we do talk through these things... at least we've learned to do that. Stumbling as we do...but we at least, stumble forward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just finished reading a book a friend of ours lent us: "Still Alice," (&lt;a href="http://books.simonandschuster.com/Still-Alice/Lisa-Genova/9781439116883"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;review link&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) about a woman who got early onset Alzheimer's. As some of you know.., My mom is dealing with age related dementia now. (it came on noticeably pretty quickly for us over the past 3 years... but perhaps it was a few years before that she was dealing with it without knowing.) You may remember seeing her in the documentary about me and Lynette and the band: 'Venus of Mars' (&lt;a href="http://www.venusofmars.com/"&gt;http://www.venusofmars.com&lt;/a&gt;) by Emily Goldberg.&lt;br /&gt;- Anyway it's a very good, but very sad book. and it reminded me of how crazy tangled relationships can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How we manage the tangles makes the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of a found, and lost, and found again kind of path we take.  I feel often now that I've lost my mom... but she's always happy to see me when I take time to be up in my hometown taking care of her. So I know she doesn't feel like she's lost me.&lt;br /&gt;When Lynette and I are struggling through a stupid 'torn a part' relationship situation... there's that 'Lost' feeling which can overwhelm you... but then, just as suddenly, you find yourself, and your loved partner...and you remember just how lucky you are in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--- I'm thinking it's about time for another song writing session for me. (My usual outlet on this subject ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-7837066074596525870?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/7837066074596525870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=7837066074596525870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/7837066074596525870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/7837066074596525870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/02/door-stickies-lynette-put-up-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2xVxlrpR8I/AAAAAAAAACg/U4nPWuYCWNM/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-786547761344179436</id><published>2010-02-02T07:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:20:32.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I Hate scrabble!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I'm sorry to anyone reading this who loves it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's been about a week since I'm back from tour, and a week and 2 days since Lynette's accident. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's WAY cold, and TONS of snow! (see picture of our back-yard: just taken an hr ago.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2hCaeEVx7I/AAAAAAAAACY/uVyVvLrEAb4/s200/DSC00021.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433665972937803698" /&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Back yard... early morning... today.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We're still dealing with day to day untangling from the accident.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;There's also a fair amount of anger and the frustration.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've been helping with the small 'run and grabs,' pick-ups and stuff, also the rental and return of a car, and generally being available for whatever.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The 'high of survival' has worn off. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Turns out that the insurance we have, IS supposed to cover property as well as medical when the other driver is uninsured...but it's taken a lawyer to let us know about this, and now will also need a lawyer to help us convince the insurance company to admit it.  (a meeting with this lawyer happens at noon today, a friend of a friend.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In the mean time, we've paid for everything so far out of pocket... the impound lot's fees and towing charge, (just so we could get to the car and recover what's inside... )&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's still accruing daily fees since, so there will be other payments needed till we can either have it crushed, or sell it for parts to someone.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The rental of a car for a week was expensive, (perhaps I shouldn't have agreed to their basic insurance package?)  - Happy, we're past needing that, now that Lynette is just able to crawl up into the band-van for rides... but still needing help getting back out. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Surface driving in the van sucks gas. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And I've always hated scrabble.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lynette knows this... and thinks I'm just mean about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;(She loves it.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It's really not the game.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;And I've never really explored why I hate it till just a few days ago.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We had friends over for an 'in-house' - 'night out.' (Lynette still not up for too much time on her broken ankle, and also the troubles with getting around on crutches.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Scrabble was the game of choice... (though I was outnumbered, and  also, I'd felt guilty about not liking it for so long, keeping Lynette from playing it...) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;With Lynette's insistence, (her being the 'sick-girl,')  it was decided that the two couples would make up the two teams.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Lynette is an english professor.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Words are second nature to her.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I, on the other hand, am hard pressed to come up with a 2 or 3 letter word from the tiny blocks set in front of me.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I don't want to go way into the night's game, as that's not really the point of this blog... So I'll cut to the chase: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;* I drifted away from the game... &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;* Lynette scored highest, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;* There' was spilt wine. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- (ps On this... my laptop seems fine, though its looking very 'well loved' now.)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;* The game ended.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But here. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I discovered why I hate the game so much... It's memories. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I spend about 3 years in special education classes: 2nd grade, 3rd grade (which I almost failed,) &amp;amp; 4th if I am remembering correctly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;In 3rd grade, I stopped doing my work... I was part of an experimental era of grade school teaching. We were on our own to test ourselves, do the assignments, etc... I figured out how to work around it all, and just quit. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I drew, played games etc... for most of the year, until it was discovered.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The 'whole-spelling' type of spelling technique I was taught... (remembering the full word shapes?? or something like that?) as opposed to phonics, caused me to fail miserably in spelling.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The results became more apparent  in 4th grade when 8 or 9 words out of a 10 word spelling list, would be misspelled by me. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;The teacher, I'm sure now, in an attempt to encourage my motivation, would hold it up in front of the class for ridicule... that, of course, only made me want to leave. It never sparked a self motivational fire in me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;As it is now... I am bound to spellcheck... and only recently have I begun to explore writing as a way to pull the crazy life impressions out of my head out. (I think also writing music all these years, and working with lyrics has also helped me get beyond a fear of words.) &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Scrabble? Suddenly I'm back in 4th grade.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Who knew?... but there it is.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;I've also discovered (or should I say re-discovered,) that neither Lynette nor I are good under stress when we're together. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;You know how after a while, couples can press each other's buttons? without even trying?  - I know... there are 'good buttons' of course...  but I'm talking about the 'bad buttons.' here!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;Well, we're constantly pushing them! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;We'll be fine... so don't worry..., it's just how it works.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;It  makes troubles, more troublesome.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;But we always get through it... (Lynette sez it's helpful for my songwriting ;)&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;OK, &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;So, enough for a second blog posting... and I suppose, (now that I know,) I may give scrabble another try at some point... but forgive me if I drift away after a time.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;-Venus&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-786547761344179436?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/786547761344179436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=786547761344179436' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/786547761344179436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/786547761344179436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-hate-scrabble-im-sorry-to-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2hCaeEVx7I/AAAAAAAAACY/uVyVvLrEAb4/s72-c/DSC00021.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-2062225815708226647</id><published>2010-01-29T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T07:26:57.384-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses 2010 3D &apos;Out West&apos; Tour'/><title type='text'>Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses 2010 3D 'Out West' Tour</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;THE FINAL Venus DeMars &amp;amp; ATPH- 3D 'Out West' Tour update &amp;amp; review:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;(these were also sent to the event members on my Facebook page...sign up and be my friend IF you haven't already: &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/venus.demars"&gt;facebook.com/venus.demars&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2M4hgV0JNI/AAAAAAAAACI/myEK8Q4urvU/s1600-h/window_kiss.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 274px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2M4hgV0JNI/AAAAAAAAACI/myEK8Q4urvU/s400/window_kiss.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432247723807220946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Window Kiss&lt;/span&gt;" we got after the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pic's&lt;/span&gt;' gig in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix AZ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Survived and STILL survives on the Van even back home here in Mpls.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sitting near the sun in my living room having arrived safely back in Mpls last night at about 7 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;It's Cool-Cold!! and tons of snow still piled up all over...brrrrrr...&lt;br /&gt;(Snowbanks like the ones you remember when you were a kid, and tried to tell people about but they always said you were just remembering from a 4 foot high kid's mind...??  well, they're all eating those condescending words now, huh... the snow really CAN pile as high as you remembered. - "would a little salt help those words go down?"  Ha! ) - 10-20 degrees below zero: tonight's Minneapolis forecast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------&lt;br /&gt;First I will give a short update on Lynette's accident which happened early Monday morning.&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Initial Accident Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we finally arrived in Mpls. last night, Lynette had made it to a 'Stave Circle' (sp?) she's a part of. at a keltic pub here called 'Merlin's Rest'  The circle is basically an old pagan-based group chanting involving rhythmic clicks from a wooden spoon or short stick hit against a stave (wooden cane or pole,) while the stave is being tapped on the floor also in rhythmic time. The chants are sung to this rhythm. (Lynette has an English, and Finnish and German heritage, so the old world pagan traditions fit.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had gotten a ride and help Having just gone through her accident and broken ankle that morning before...a fresh splint and wrap the only thing keeping her broken bones  together... (the tibia of her left leg was broken clean through in the accident.) Today at 4 she's going in to get the official cast in place. Pretty incredible I'd say. No letting a car accident stop her.&lt;br /&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NEW Accident updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, Thank You All for replying to my tweets about it while I was in Oklahoma having morning coffee and breakfast at a Waffle House. I had just called her and she cut me of saying she was late and needed to get into her car, and to call back in a few minutes... When I did, she again cut me off saying she'd been in the accident, and needed to call her Work/School. Then she called back saying she was on her way to the hospital, at which time I knew this wasn't just a fender-bender, and started tweeting updates, and sent out a call for help with everything, frustrated that I was still so far away. Tons of replies, (Which LeFreak was able to relay to me via his blackberry while I drove. (My phone is just a regular phone.)&lt;br /&gt;And with your help, we got Lynette home safely from the Hospital and follow up help with accident and medication errands after.&lt;br /&gt;Now, She's found out that the other driver did NOT have insurance... so it's on us to sort out the financial damage. The car is totaled (this was a head-on/T-Bone collision. The other driver ran a red light as Lynette was driving through and she hit him broadside at full surface street speed.)&lt;br /&gt;It's still in the impound lot, so we need to get there and settle all that with them, get her things out of the trunk and inside..(she wants to get the snow tires off... yikes, not sure If I can do that at this point... we'll see.) and then say goodbye to her 'baby' SAAB. Today, while Lynette is attempting to continue teaching,) I am arranging and paying for car rental since Lynette cannot get in and out of the 'Black-Pearl' without the help of 2 people lifting her into the passenger's seat. (what LeFreak and I did after her Stave Circle.)  Luckily here in MN there is a state insurance policy dictating that If you only have collision insurance, and the other driver has no insurance, your insurance HAS to pay your medical expenses, Thank God.... but this does NOT cover property damage, so we're now digging into our personal funds to figure out how to get through this, and to buy a new car for Lynette within a week's time.&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;TOUR:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Final Leg,  Full Review, and archived initial tour Updates&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... so last update left off at leaving &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisbee AZ&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;We arrived again in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;, for  2 over nights at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JoHanna's&lt;/span&gt;... hoping to get warmed u once more before the drive home...but it was way stormy in Phoenix... The second day started with rain and wind advisories, and ended with Tornado warnings, and two touch-downs in the suburbs!&lt;br /&gt;During those 2 days, we were able to catch the debut performance of a friend's new duo-band: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Scrupulous&lt;/span&gt;" (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.myspace.com/scruple"&gt;www.myspace.com/scruple&lt;/a&gt;) and I was able to do a coffee-talk planning session with '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ms. Pandora&lt;/span&gt;' about the solo stage project he's wanting me to present back in Phoenix in March. (a solo stage performance about my music, and life experiences and thoughts... something I've been also wanting to create.) so that's on schedule, and I will be back to Phoenix for a short weekend run of the finished 'work-in-progress' performance somewhere there mid April. Please set that time aside, and come see it (Those of you in Phoenix,) we'll want your thoughts of it so we can continue to develop it for a more formal presentation/run in other cities...(maybe even back here in Mpls!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt; the morning after the tornadoes, in the rain. (Forget warming up!)&lt;br /&gt;We took the southern route for an overnight at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Cruses&lt;/span&gt;. A very beautiful route.: highlight was going through the "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Texas Canyon&lt;/span&gt;" ? I think that was what it was named... even though it was still in NM. Crazy weird massive red stone/boulder outcroppings ...looked like something created for an episode of 'The Flintstones' almost unreal in it's natural construction.&lt;br /&gt;We made a gas stop somewhere half'-way between in a desolate part of highway 10, at a lone tiny gas outpost. Of course very expensive gas prices there, but I had no choice but to fill up. I wanted to stay there for the shortest possible time because of my 'uniqueness' of appearance.. but seemed to pass just fine, so no direct hassles ... LeFreak, on the other hand, who wanted to stay for a half hr at their 'lounge' for a rest up and beer, had a holler directed at him while visiting the restroom "Heeah-Boy!!!" loudly shouted from behind him while he was finishing up. Needless to say, the idea of lounging over a beer was dropped, and we were on our way as soon as the gas was paid for.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MWime_ZxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qOwIpMgGzc8/s1600-h/DSC00043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MWime_ZxI/AAAAAAAAABQ/qOwIpMgGzc8/s200/DSC00043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432210359240845074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Desolate NM Gas Stop!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Las Cruses:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We over-nighted at a Day's Inn in Las Cruses. had dinner at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Billy's Bar and Grill&lt;/span&gt;" on the property... seemed like the record screeched to a halt for each of us as we walked in. But eventually we were forgotten and dinner was fine... &amp;amp; the House band continued to play.&lt;br /&gt;A VERY noisy night in the room, neighbors slamming doors and crashing into walls on both sides of us... (a House Band after-party?)&lt;br /&gt;Next morning I went to breakfast back at Billy's... first one into the place... later the rest of the 'Horses joined me, and as I was checking out, the house band from the previous night showed up to load out, and stayed for breakfast as well, ended up talking to the remaining 'Horses about touring and musical careers. They wished us well, and we continued onto Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albuquerque:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I resisted knocking on the neighbors door again when we did arrive , (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt; got a kick out of that.) Ran to get some '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Electric Lava Manic-Panic&lt;/span&gt;" for my hair, and we got ready and got set up for the gig at "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burt's Tiki Lounge&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny&lt;/span&gt;, (of "&lt;a href="http://vertigovenus.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Vertigo Venus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;",) just texted me that 'Burt's' capacity is 189, and we had 250+ in the house. It was packed! and (sorry Bisbee,) topped out as the most highly attended performance on the tour... BUT being in the middle slot of 3 bands... we had to deliver the Short but Sweet 45 minute set as opposed to the 2 1/2hr special performance we gave to our lovely Bisbee fans. (that still holding as the overall most unique &amp;amp; extended performance experience of the tour.)&lt;br /&gt;My "95% real vinyl" DJ set at Burt's went over quite well, and crowds remained till the bouncer was cursing everyone out the door at bar close.&lt;br /&gt;(To Albq fan Anna: Thank you so much for sharing about your Mom who is transgender, and who couldn't make the performance because of health concerns... I will send that e-mail to her as soon as I can get at the merch-box where the written out e-mail resides on our e-mailing list. It's been impossible to get online for more than a few minutes, till now. By the end of this week it should be out to her.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ca5b2b055d4ee04" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ca5b2b055d4ee04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D547A18AFC6C74813D279CECF608B49D59A75551B.37CE50786ADA402CB0B1CE2543B68C5066D402D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca5b2b055d4ee04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYlbN1Qq0rx54jITRtxYZxyL5mY8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D0ca5b2b055d4ee04%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D547A18AFC6C74813D279CECF608B49D59A75551B.37CE50786ADA402CB0B1CE2543B68C5066D402D8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dca5b2b055d4ee04%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYlbN1Qq0rx54jITRtxYZxyL5mY8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Kenny's NM House (where we stayed.) His neighbor's house (which I knocked on by accident,) is just down the block on the other corner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oaklahoma:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f09e3e408d736109" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df09e3e408d736109%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C8C1FAD8434A9D46D5D5BEDC2243B61216EF6CB.821B7596474686B566864D57FE4F20CAA3BE6F61%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df09e3e408d736109%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuCSTEneSNa_f7zgi2BhHvfPeBP4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df09e3e408d736109%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2C8C1FAD8434A9D46D5D5BEDC2243B61216EF6CB.821B7596474686B566864D57FE4F20CAA3BE6F61%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df09e3e408d736109%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DuCSTEneSNa_f7zgi2BhHvfPeBP4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-670b9c392cc62ad5" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D670b9c392cc62ad5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8464D8A65C24BA76FB7F188962388F0440BB90C3.9A46102A97CB47E574D899C0D90409E2173FE2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D670b9c392cc62ad5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgpcw5tfZ7F6wm4N5JAx7G3HuaDI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v3.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D670b9c392cc62ad5%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D8464D8A65C24BA76FB7F188962388F0440BB90C3.9A46102A97CB47E574D899C0D90409E2173FE2A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D670b9c392cc62ad5%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dgpcw5tfZ7F6wm4N5JAx7G3HuaDI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Wind on the road: Oklahoma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oklahoma City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motel 6&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Still no snow, but windy and colder.&lt;br /&gt;We saw a Mom-cat and her 1 Kitten making the rounds between the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Motel-6&lt;/span&gt;' the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Day's Inn&lt;/span&gt;,' the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/span&gt;,' and the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flying V'&lt;/span&gt; Truck stop. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Rev&lt;/span&gt;, who was missing his own kitties at home... wanted to get them into the motel room for a visit... but they would have none of it.)&lt;br /&gt;No bar to visit at the Oklahoma Motel 6. we walked to the 'Flying V' and bought  some 3.2, had a snack at the 'Waffle House' ,(where the 2 lone 'Waffle House' late-night workers said they didn't know how to make the specials posted on the menue...yikes!) and crashed out in the hotel room.&lt;br /&gt;Next morning as I was back at the 'Waffle House' having morning coffee and breakfast, I called &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynette&lt;/span&gt;, and then her accident happened between the first call and the second. (You know that story's  details now.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5de486b2f2c77440" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5de486b2f2c77440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49A2A2E9A5876C705C0878BF925EA7E37BAB6EFC.14F1AB77DB80646A3DA69B31E17C4D1862070F7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5de486b2f2c77440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLUfRoNxDonZyGK7Yz08dAcKTt0&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5de486b2f2c77440%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49A2A2E9A5876C705C0878BF925EA7E37BAB6EFC.14F1AB77DB80646A3DA69B31E17C4D1862070F7B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5de486b2f2c77440%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DkLUfRoNxDonZyGK7Yz08dAcKTt0&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Waffle House the night we arrived in Oklahoma City&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Onto Kansas City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kansas City:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove to Kansas City Mo. arrived mid-afternoon at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury Mad's&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.mercurymad.com/"&gt;http://www.mercurymad.com&lt;/a&gt;) house for a clean-up, (during which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt; provided a quick band photo shoot of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury's&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plastic Bitches&lt;/span&gt;' band which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury&lt;/span&gt; needed to quickly get sent to their manager/record label for a possible opener spot with an LA band.  Fingers crossed &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We loaded into &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balanca's Pyro Room&lt;/span&gt; at 7:30 and got set up for the last gig of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balanca's&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://balancaskc.com/"&gt;balancaskc.com&lt;/a&gt;) is a small Goth/GLBT Bar downtown &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/span&gt;... but we've never been able to get the word out successfully in Kansas City for our gigs there. But &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lori&lt;/span&gt; (the owner,) is a staunch supporter of the band, and generously supports our gigs there despite this lack of press each time we gig there.  (Can't quite figure out the Kansas City press scene yet... our publicist &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jessica&lt;/span&gt; (of the minneapolis based '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dead Collective&lt;/span&gt;,' which we are members of,) Worked hard on the tours publicity for us, scoring that very nice &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albuquerque&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Alibi&lt;/span&gt;' weekly preview article of us. (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://alibi.com/index.php?story=30471&amp;amp;scn=music"&gt;http://alibi.com/index.php?story=30471&amp;amp;scn=music&lt;/a&gt;)  But no such luck in KC. ...Suggestions anyone???)&lt;br /&gt;Our sound man for the night : &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Shoffner&lt;/span&gt;, (&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/#/profile.php?id=573833695"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FB profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) who used to manage the band "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Incubus&lt;/span&gt;" and others pver his long musical career, did the hands down best stage mix of the tour. It was Brilliant! And because of this, I think that particular 1 hr. set was our BEST technical performance of the tour. I was able to play with my vocals, and we all were able to accentuate  the dynamics of each song with pleasure and ease. BUT alas, we performed for Lori, the door person, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mark&lt;/span&gt;, (the sound man,) &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The DJ&lt;/span&gt;, a few of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lori's&lt;/span&gt; friends, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury's&lt;/span&gt; band.&lt;br /&gt;A Total private party performance.&lt;br /&gt;Still we very much enjoyed it. And every one after told me they felt extremely lucky to have witnessed it.   Mark was texting friends in LA through out the performance, his having no idea who, or what we did, he went out of his way to let me know how impressed he was with our performance. That, in itself made my night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning I awoke to a 7:30 am text from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; (In Phoenix,) who had heard on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;NPR&lt;/span&gt; about highway closures because of a severe Blizzard in Northern Iowa and Southern Minnesota along the I35 corridor. We had no idea.&lt;br /&gt;I called Lynette, and she confirmed that there was talk, and tried to google info, and did indeed find &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I35&lt;/span&gt; was closed just after &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des Moines Iowa&lt;/span&gt; overnight because of it.&lt;br /&gt;We turned on the TV, (Which simply sucks as a media information source,) and saw breaking footage of it... crazy bad looking.&lt;br /&gt;It was clear but cold in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kansas City&lt;/span&gt;, and the same in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;. But suddenly we had to make plans on how to get through this thing in order to to get home.&lt;br /&gt;Lori had put us up in the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ameristar Casino&lt;/span&gt;' Hotel for the night... but it being on the outskirts of town, we couldn't get online.  (PS. I did play some slots at 3 am after checking in.... made $10! =D Though I'm sure people thought I was crazy, still wearing my worn down stage make-up from the performance... took 3 Casino security people at least 4 minutes, and length of time paging through a state to state ID guide book, and repeated ultra-violet flashlight scans to verify the authenticity of my MN drivers license!)&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Last Drive Home:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With some tense talks about safety concerns and our combined desire to get home as quickly as possible, we decided to go for it, with the back-up plan of overnighting it in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Des Moines&lt;/span&gt;, or &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Boone&lt;/span&gt; (where &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt; has a friend.) If it was still closed when we reached that part of I35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it through... but it was carnage for at least 15 miles. at least a 100 cars (mostly trucks and SUV's  go figure huh?) spun off and abandoned on both sides and median of the highway...some severely damaged. at least 6 semi's in the mix... One Semi pile-up in the median had a cab that was so crushed in that it was almost unrecognizable as a semi-cab I am sure no one survived that crash. it made us all quiet and sick feeling, as we crawled through the still blowing snow conditions of that stretch. Like seeing human skeletons drifted over with sand in a desolate desert ... it was truly a frozen desert of hellish collisions and the aftermath of brutal driving conditions.&lt;br /&gt;That, combined with &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lynette's&lt;/span&gt; close call car accident just the morning before, I was again struck by my own mortality, and the precarious nature of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived home by 7:30 p.m. last night... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Rev&lt;/span&gt; and his partner &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt;, drove on to their home in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wisconsin&lt;/span&gt;, arriving there safely by 11 p.m. that same night&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Reflections on the tour as a whole:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really was a 'Walk-a-Bout' tour... Each of us on our own life-reflecting emotional journey. This was NOT a tour about 'getting known,' or 'generating label interest.' This was a tour about re-connecting with friends, making new friends, and a tour of emotional, and physical exploration on a human level.&lt;br /&gt;On this, we all feel it was a complete success.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LISTS of Thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Food:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Favorite Dinners:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(the 'Tour-Overnights' band-group foods.)&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mercury's Mad's&lt;/span&gt; wonderful veggie dishes prepared by him on both the night we first arrived and the morning of the first stop of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The grilled stake, and veggie patties with cheese potatoes and asparagus dinner sides which &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Rev's&lt;/span&gt; partner &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jay&lt;/span&gt; prepared for us for an evening outdoor patio dinner setting at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Johanna's&lt;/span&gt; place in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The BEAUTIFUL dinner at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Roka&lt;/span&gt; restaurant in Bisbee (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.caferoka.com/"&gt;http://www.caferoka.com&lt;/a&gt;) upon our arrival there. (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gretchen&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.facebook.com/#/profile.php?id=1324511541&amp;amp;ref=ts"&gt;FB profile&lt;/a&gt;) as our host, the 4 courses, special appetizers, dessert,  and the never ending glasses of lovely red of wine!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The wonderful chicken and veggie-cutlets dinner with sauce and rice prepared by &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;JoHanna&lt;/span&gt; (&amp;amp; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Paul&lt;/span&gt;) again in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt; on our return from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisbee&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Small meals and snacks, the personal fav's  of mine; (Venus)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The fresh oranges picked from the trees at Paul's old place on &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Palm lane &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;... I ate bunches of them every morning while in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Phoenix&lt;/span&gt;, and brought the bag of what remained with me back to &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minneapolis&lt;/span&gt;, (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt;, I still owe you all that you'd like from the bag ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The 3 late night &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;iHop&lt;/span&gt; meals we did after gigs and travel: (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wichita&lt;/span&gt; KS, and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albq&lt;/span&gt; NM)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-92e9d34f161c4412" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92e9d34f161c4412%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BB4C13717EE0A16AD6405A122D3486E98964F1.1B576A055B3B9A8B8AACB61404DAE69EF7ED02B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92e9d34f161c4412%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLziffQOBeIybMyypqwOBzXijAVk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D92e9d34f161c4412%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D54BB4C13717EE0A16AD6405A122D3486E98964F1.1B576A055B3B9A8B8AACB61404DAE69EF7ED02B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D92e9d34f161c4412%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DLziffQOBeIybMyypqwOBzXijAVk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;iHop: Wichita&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Odd &amp;amp; Strange.  - late-nighter meals...:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whataburger&lt;/span&gt;' drive through after the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pic's&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icepicsvideobar.com/"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pics&lt;/b&gt;videobar.com&lt;/a&gt;) &lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;gig just before the after performance visit to the 'Babylon nightclub' (&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babylonshowclub.com/"&gt;www.babylonshowclub.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. (where my coffin purse opened, and spilled all it's contents across the nightclub's floor without my knowing it.  PS...I did recover all of the spilt contents after being alerted about it by another patron.)&lt;br /&gt;I ordered a triple stacked cheeseburger and large fries for some reason...could only eat half.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The 'Chili over Hash browns' - late night at the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Waffle House&lt;/span&gt;' &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Oklahoma City&lt;/span&gt;. -Did wonders the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Worst:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt; never did get an order made right at the few stops we made at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burger King&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We all hate &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Subway's&lt;/span&gt; now... can't stand the smell of their bread.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hope I NEVER see another Gummy Worm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I hope I NEVER feel the need to munch on a chip, cheese corn-puff, or Funyuns® ever again!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- A purchased, then discovered as a 10 day expired, jumbo piece of beef jerky&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pets:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Jar-Jar &lt;/span&gt;("Who's the chosen one? - Who's the chosen one?"): "Glad you got your 'doggie-sweater' off, and yes, you are awful cute... but lay off the Bisbee fudge! (and leave kitty-Pandora alone.)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kitty Pandora&lt;/span&gt;: "I tried to smuggle you into the van... really! Sorry it didn't work, you wouldn't have gotten along with my 3 kitties anyway... and the cold up here?? Sheesh!! 'nuff said."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-4a34e453bd353105" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a34e453bd353105%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3F6D7AD34F0E0945D986F0EFF66A9410B3E744.4F2EA345CDE9E41A418BAD30851C378A4AD03F9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a34e453bd353105%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaB4RtgxWJpKy4G1MspgS0baRYL8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D4a34e453bd353105%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DD3F6D7AD34F0E0945D986F0EFF66A9410B3E744.4F2EA345CDE9E41A418BAD30851C378A4AD03F9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D4a34e453bd353105%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DaB4RtgxWJpKy4G1MspgS0baRYL8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Kitty Pandora"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To whichever of you 2 Kitties (living at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kenny's&lt;/span&gt;,) who peed on my sleeping bag: "Thanks a ton!! See you in Hell!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pugs&lt;/span&gt;: "Miss ya! (" Oowwuu Who's vicious?  - You're sooo vicious!! - Get the bunny!!") "&lt;br /&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;Performances:&lt;br /&gt;- Best Mixed: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balanca's&lt;/span&gt; (Kansas City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best technical performance: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Balanca's&lt;/span&gt; (Kansas City)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Longest and most love infused performance: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Licks&lt;/span&gt; (&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no web site yet&lt;/span&gt;,) (Bisbee)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Most intimate Performance: Colleena's Gallery: 'Candelabra' (Tucson) (&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/candelabragallery"&gt;www.myspace.com/candelabragallery&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Smallest club, and most outgoing audience: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kirby's Beer Store&lt;/span&gt; (Wichita)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kirbysbeerstore.com/"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;kirbysbeerstore&lt;/b&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Largest Audience, and Loudest (Both Audience &amp;amp; performance): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burt's Tiki-Lounge &lt;/span&gt;(Albuquerque) (&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://burtstikilounge.com/"&gt;burts&lt;b&gt;tiki&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;lounge&lt;/b&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best 'hang out after performance' audience: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pics&lt;/span&gt; (Phoenix)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="main"&gt;&lt;span style="visibility: visible;" id="search"&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.icepicsvideobar.com/"&gt;www.&lt;b&gt;ice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;pics&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;video&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;bar&lt;/b&gt;.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Strongest first set &amp;amp; Drunkest second set performance(s): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pics&lt;/span&gt; (Phoenix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Best break-down situation (a.k.a. 'being able to do it the next day'): &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hot Licks&lt;/span&gt; (Bisbee) / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Colleena's Candelabra Gallery&lt;/span&gt; (Tuscon) / &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pics&lt;/span&gt; (Phoenix) --Thanks you 3... that break-down situation is a band's total dream come true!!&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Best performance After Parties:&lt;br /&gt;- Going to the gay bar in Tuscon just down the street from the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Candalebra Gallery&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Hanging at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ice Pics&lt;/span&gt;... and for some of us, stopping over at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Babylon's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We Heard: --- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisbee's&lt;/span&gt; '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venus DeMars&lt;/span&gt;' After Party was really good... (NOTE: To the after party organizers... hey,  we found out about the '&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Venus DeMars&lt;/span&gt;' after party the day AFTER the party!!! Sheesh guys!!! next time, remember to invite the band! ;) ;)&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Best &amp;amp;/or Strangest discoveries:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- The Van has a black hole under the passenger's seat. (a close similar to the one in a old vehicle featured in an unnamed popular underground film we all love.) ........Gone missing: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Rev's&lt;/span&gt; sunglasses, My Pillow, My deep-brown matt lipstick, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak's&lt;/span&gt; 'sock-monkey' virginity, ... and tons of stuff we think we have, but soon will discover we really don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Unisex Bathrooms!!!!  All of the center oasis service stops on the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kansas Turnpike&lt;/span&gt; have a Unisex Bathroom! (my bladder thanks God!!)  ....Also one small gas station in or just before &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flagstaff&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- That Mini DV camera I bought for $10:  Upon your advice, I DID buy a universal battery charger from &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Batteries Plus&lt;/span&gt;, and it works fine... with the exception of the tape loading mechanical drive doesn't work... but it also records to SD memory, so once I buy one of those, I'm good to go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Filming the tour:  well, that all broke down to little bits of video I took on my cell phone... Next time, we'll have to find someone who wants to tag along JUST to be our camera person. Anyone out there?? We pay in adventure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T-Rev&lt;/span&gt; broke 5 sets of Drumsticks at the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisbee&lt;/span&gt; gig!&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Most radical ATPH fans:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judy&lt;/span&gt;: the BBF Sock Monkeys residing in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Bisbee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read all about them:  &lt;a href="http://louiseslutmonkey.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://louiseslutmonkey.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Louise&lt;/span&gt;: "Always Loved your fashion sense Louise, but can't believe you dropped me for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;LeFreak&lt;/span&gt;!"&lt;br /&gt;To &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Judy&lt;/span&gt;: Love the implants...but Girl! don't you miss the tactile nipple sensation you get from a hormone-only treatment.??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;/////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Archive of the first Tour Updates:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;First one:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info"&gt;       &lt;span bindpoint="authorLinkWrapper" class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink_Wrapper"&gt;         &lt;a style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink" href="http://www.facebook.com/venus.demars"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;Initially sent out via Facebook: January 15 at 6:51pm &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;                     Hey everyone,&lt;br /&gt;So we've made it to Phoenix! performed last night at Ice Pic's video bar... went wonderfully, ended up doing 2 sets... (th&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MnsmjQHyI/AAAAAAAAABo/AqkIy29VYWw/s1600-h/DSC00020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MnsmjQHyI/AAAAAAAAABo/AqkIy29VYWw/s200/DSC00020.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432229222755082018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;e second one was the *Buzzed set* yikes! but we had a blast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;MPR's 'The Current' radio host (and my friend,) Mark Wheat... who is our Tour-Travel Patron Saint. Goes everywhere the "Black Pearl" goes. (at least so far ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here's some other highlights:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;In order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kansas City Overnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow and unplowed side streets.&lt;br /&gt;Stayed at Mercury Mad's house, talked to him and also Leslie (his drummer,)... got it at midnight-ish... a bit later.&lt;br /&gt;Merc, made LOVELY food for us both that same night &amp;amp; in the morning!!!&lt;br /&gt;When we headed out, we noticed the van was really dragging to one side... finally stopped at an independent service station... and they found one tire had split it's steal belt, and had a big old 'goose egg' on it... they checked the spare (which was a new tire,) and found it had a small leak in it, but fixed it and replaced the broken tire with that... and all was fine... they only charged us $25!!! Kick Ass!!&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wichita Kansas gig: Kirby's:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(not much snow at all... but frosty, and a bit of ice now and then)&lt;br /&gt;Yes it  IS still the smallest club on the planet... (well seems like it anyway ;)&lt;br /&gt;Still as cool as ever too! Had an old poster of me on the ceiling from our last tour 2+ years ago with my "House of Flowers" in-between band.&lt;br /&gt;It started out with just the locals... but once we started our set, everyone texted, and called, and spread the word, and it ended up being a full house. One person even turned back from a trip up to Kansas City so he could catch the performance. I offered to sign the poster on the ceiling if someone wanted to tear it down, and someone did, so now we owe Kirby's a replacement.&lt;br /&gt;(I've got it sitting in the Van's window sill... it's 'in the mail' within days of this posting ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c98b598bec6df3c3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc98b598bec6df3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45276321F06C4AF10F84170B757291C5E75108C5.3FAE24101F83316105EDFF73F0E154B23814BD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc98b598bec6df3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFzJZKFYpMgW-_uXGeNl1CtJy-q4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc98b598bec6df3c3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D45276321F06C4AF10F84170B757291C5E75108C5.3FAE24101F83316105EDFF73F0E154B23814BD5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc98b598bec6df3c3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFzJZKFYpMgW-_uXGeNl1CtJy-q4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;nside Kerby's Beer Store upon arriving, and sitting at the bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Stayed at a Motel 6:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left the next morning with Ice Fog over EVERYTHING... looked beautiful, all the trees frosted white... but a bit tricky for driving.&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;Switched drivers at 7-ish in Texas... pulled over right where there must have been a pig farm... could hardly breath from the smell!!!&lt;br /&gt;Then onto Albquerque&lt;br /&gt;-------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Albuquerque overnight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Backing up: we hit Albuquerque and did an interview with the local weekly "The Alibi" for our upcoming gig at Burts Tiki Lounge on the 23rd... should be in their next week's issue... check online.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we first arrived, We stayed at Kenny's house... but I got confused at 1 am when we arrived... went to his neighbors house (Yes the one with the 2 big "rotties" barking up a storm,) and spent a fair amount of time knocking on the door, finally calling Kenny at his work (he was at "Burt's Lounge") saying his room mate didn't appear to be home... he suggested I ring the doorbell, I couldn't find it... (should have clued me in,) well, he called the room mate, and I saw him walk out of a house down the block!! so we carefully snuck out of the yard, and down to his REAL house, dogs barking at us all the way.)&lt;br /&gt;------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Into Phoenix:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit a snowstorm in Flagstaff on the way into phoenix... windshield wipers quit working... White out conditions at 11 pm down the mountain side! had to pull over to get them fixed... figured it out whew!... breaks chattered from the weight of the Van, plus the wet conditions, and the 13 mile long grade going down from Flagstaff... held our breath all the way down. T-Rev drove that leg of the trip.&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we're enjoying the 70 degrees here in Phoenix for one more day... grilling tonight, and then heading to see the local production of "Hedwig" at 8 tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-46e54659619a87cb" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46e54659619a87cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E56365412923042FF8D77AA05651B14EB67DF74.6B5F4366B12747507DC3D05104992EA9FDDE65D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46e54659619a87cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyUCt1Cuw-9_MSktyBO5_dLdK54s&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v2.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D46e54659619a87cb%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4E56365412923042FF8D77AA05651B14EB67DF74.6B5F4366B12747507DC3D05104992EA9FDDE65D1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D46e54659619a87cb%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DyUCt1Cuw-9_MSktyBO5_dLdK54s&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The WARM backyard of Paul's and JoHanna's (Can't believe it!!) ps the drawing I'm working on too ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MndWlTCSI/AAAAAAAAABg/YZwjIw-xv9o/s1600-h/DSC00017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MndWlTCSI/AAAAAAAAABg/YZwjIw-xv9o/s200/DSC00017.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432228960770656546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;T-Rev, LeFreak, Ms. Pandora, &amp;amp; T-Rev's Jay, sitting in back of Ms. Pandora's house. (Phoenix AZ)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we head out to Tucson for my art opening , and then ATPH performance at 'The Candelabra Art Gallery"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Rest of the tour dates as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/16 - 'The Candelabra Art Gallery" - 9 pm Venus' Art opening / 10 pm ATPH performance - ($3-$5 Donations welcome ;) - Tucson AZ 412 E. 7th St. 85008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/18 - "Hot Licks" Bisbee AZ 9 pm - 37 OK Street 85603 (Call club for price) - ATPH performs, (Venus also spins Hi/r 95% vinyl DJ set)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/23 - "Burts Tiki Lounge" Albuquerque NM doors at 8 3 bands... ATPH is the middle time slot! don't be late! - (call club for price) 313 Gold Ave. SW 87102&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1/25 - "Balanca's" - 10 pm $5.00 cover - ATPH performs the last show of the tour - 1809 Grand Boulevard 64108&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Tour's Financial updates so far:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you, who couldn't be at our In-Studio Kick-Off performance/fundraiser have made Paypal donations to us for gas and travel expenses.. THANK YOU SOOOO MUCH!!!&lt;br /&gt;And again THANKs to everyone who did donate at the Kick-Off fundraiser...&lt;br /&gt;it all so very much helped!! We ran out of cash shortly after Wichita... made it to Texas before our cash funds dried up, and we had to go on credit cards... Now have gotten another small boost from donations and sales at Ice Pics... should get us down to Bisbee without the credit card... The trip back will be a bit more Iffy... "The Black Pearl" (our Ban-Van) Loves to drink gas.. but she's doing really well for us..., and we lost our overnight in Las Cruces for Jan 22nd... so we'll need to Motel 6 that now.&lt;br /&gt;IF anyone cares to still donate anything, it would all be welcomed  warmly ;) (paypal to atph@prettyhorses.net&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope to see a number of you at the next gigs, and those of you who've said you couldn't make it... hopefully we'll catch up with you on one of our future tours!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much, keep spreading the word on these remaining dates!&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;br /&gt;////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Second Tour Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info"&gt; &lt;span bindpoint="authorLinkWrapper" class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink_Wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;Initially sent out via Facebook: January 19 at 11:51am &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;                     OK everyone... here's what's been going on for the furthest leg of the tour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We arrived in Tucson... and I backed into the space right in front of "Candelabras Art Gallery' (Colleena's) where we performed. I TOTALLY didn't see the tree on the boulevard, but missed it by inches WOW... (we didn't move it till we left the next morning.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we waited for Colleena, we looked over stuff at a small yard sale infront of one of the other shops just 2 doors down. I bought a new toy for the dash board, plus some CD's and a mini DV video camera for $10!!! with 2 batteries... BUT no charger... (hence the price,) the 'seller' sez it works just fine... but didn't want to deal with finding a new charger, (he lost the original one,) and he'd bought a newer digital one anyway... SO anyone have any suggestions as to where I can buy a new charger for this camera?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK... then we got into the gallery, and spend the day setting up, (the navigation of the old ungrounded wiring.) and getting the art up... the show started a bit slow... just a few people showing up, and a few of them a bit impatient about us starting as there was some other multi-band event happening near by which they wanted to be at... (yeah, yeah... well it's the way it is sometimes when people aren't familiar with your wok.) Well, a bunch of other people showed up because of knowing we were there... and it crowded, and warmed up nicely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say when we finally DID perform our set in the gallery (small as it was... people were standing outside listening cuz there wasn't room inside,) the particular person who was impatient... ended up quite happy to have let the other event go in favor of catching our once in a lifetime TINY 'house-party' style performance. (So was everyone else) So Good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We scrammed to a suggested bar around the corner to see if it was a place we might be able to perform: (The Surly Wench) and the door person let us stay without paying cover for about a half hr.. Seemed like a cool club... But we got kicked out when the time was up, so LeFreak asked the bartender IF there might be a gay bar somewhere near... and sure enough she knew of one just up the street... we headed up there... and had a total blast for the rest of the night (see my Tucson 'tweet' ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e6e632771b82b26b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e632771b82b26b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FB3E48028D73EC0D8D724C167A2B2BF123DEC43.4DB1906EA0FE90341D762E68BBD8FB5F2C15BC9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e632771b82b26b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYS3rTQBHLLe4WbI3C3ybCpaPY30&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De6e632771b82b26b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1FB3E48028D73EC0D8D724C167A2B2BF123DEC43.4DB1906EA0FE90341D762E68BBD8FB5F2C15BC9E%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De6e632771b82b26b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYS3rTQBHLLe4WbI3C3ybCpaPY30&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Mid Load-Out the morning after @Colleena's Gallery: "Candelabra"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next morning, headed to Bisbee... climbing Through Tombstone.. and up and through the mountain (The 'Black Pearl' couldn't do more than 45 miles an hr up those hills, and slower yet on the downgrade but she made it fine... (with a bit of burnt breaks from the slow decent.)&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-495ed747aac13985" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D495ed747aac13985%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39B56EC827023B61A1C93F59C88C992311631793.63405CE320C536B68E650C65D897F6B14DFE16CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D495ed747aac13985%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrVzYVTr_lu9lk7850Y9nV8vY-qY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D495ed747aac13985%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D39B56EC827023B61A1C93F59C88C992311631793.63405CE320C536B68E650C65D897F6B14DFE16CA%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D495ed747aac13985%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DrVzYVTr_lu9lk7850Y9nV8vY-qY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt; The Black Pearl (a.k.a. 'John Claude Damn Van,') upon arrival in Bisbee AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we all really feel like we've done it now... reached the furthest part of the tour, and Bisbee is the gem!!! Lovely Lovely Lovely!!! google it everyone... you'll see what I'm talking about! (I like to think of it as the own of tree houses... so many stairs and little passageways and tiny-tiny little houses perched absolutely everywhere you look far far above you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The gig was great!!! and for us performing in a new club in Bisbee... most likely the largest space we've done on this tour... but totally in the smallest city!!! ('Hot Licks' BBQ is the club)&lt;br /&gt;We did a special extended set, (a half hr solo set, which turned into the full band set... Shawnee, (Gretchen's partner and our sound person, said we performed for about 2 hr's steady... maybe a bit more.! Yikes! My DJ set starting the night, and closed it.&lt;br /&gt;(PS thanks to everyone for filling the 'TIP Hat'!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna climb the hill to the 'cross' today... and heading to a special 'Cocktail Party' being thrown for us at 5 on.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MtCk8nTmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JC5c8xu1ndo/s1600-h/DSC00028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MtCk8nTmI/AAAAAAAAAB4/JC5c8xu1ndo/s200/DSC00028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432235097839849058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MssNsZnGI/AAAAAAAAABw/KcKIaX8QhYE/s1600-h/view_from_top.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2MssNsZnGI/AAAAAAAAABw/KcKIaX8QhYE/s200/view_from_top.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432234713640705122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cross on top of the hill, and the view down of Bisbee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just 2 more gigs left:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Albuquerque: Sat 23rd - Burts Tiki Lounge - (ATPH middle set) I'll DJ between sets for the whole night too)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kansas City Mo. Monday the 25th - Balanca's&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;the Tour's Financial situation to date:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far we're doing well with everyone's support! THANK YOU ALL for the continued Paypal donations for gas etc... we bought our replacement tire in Phoenix on the way out of town (it's a used tire... but seems o be holding air nicely, and good enough treads to get us to safety if we blow a tire... we're breathing a bit more easily now knowing we've got that back-up.&lt;br /&gt;I've been able o put my credit card away for a time now... so Thank you so much for that. (what a relief!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far The 'Black Pearl's' doing well, seems to be managing the mountain driving well, but slowly at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll keep checking whenever I can get online ;)&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;paypal payments to atph@prettyhorses.net&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------&lt;br /&gt;the Band's Physical condition.... we're all seeming in good health. but...&lt;br /&gt;my throat is a touch sore... dry air? or early cold... not sure. fingers crossed... I'm eating Vit. 'C' !&lt;br /&gt;T-rev stubbed his toe a number of times yesterday morning... I had too much scotch 2 nights ago.&lt;br /&gt;LeFreak seems to be managing flawlessly as always...&lt;br /&gt;I'm missing Lynette. (her B-Day is the 21st. Don't forget...) it's tough with me on tour. (**I Love you Sweetie!**)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;br /&gt;////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The 3rd Update:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" class="GBThreadMessageRow_Info"&gt; &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span bindpoint="authorLinkWrapper" class="GBThreadMessageRow_AuthorLink_Wrapper"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="GBThreadMessageRow_Date"&gt;Initially sent out via Facebook: January 21 at 2:00am       &lt;/span&gt;                   &lt;/div&gt;             Just a quick note to everyone... new photos are being posted on the events wall of the tour... stop in and see them. post some yourself if you have any ;) (thought you'd like to know.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;OK here's the last tour update for Bisbee:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;===================================&lt;br /&gt;The last update from Bisbee... we leave this afternoon for another 2 days in Phoenix, then on our way towards Albuquerque.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It Snowed last night here in Bisbee... started late, as heavy rain... (which is what I thought it only was,) but when I got up this morning at 7:30... and headed out for morning coffee, it was clear and sunny... but a covering of snow over all the cars, and roofs... so the melt now is falling from the eves like a rain storm, and every thing's wet... but it's clear, not a cloud in the sky, and sunny bright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad and Kelly (of the 'VaVoom' shop,) have now 'leathered' ALL of us in the band. I've had my belt since the first visit here... (Brad has fixed it once, and I did another repair on it just a few months ago.) It's my Fav! and now LeFreak's bought to arm cuffs, and T-Rev and T-Rev's Jay, both bought a few more leather accruements... arm bands etc.. I LOVE that shop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 of my Paintings sold!  So it will now a little bit of my art will live in Bisbee! Yeah! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 of us made the climb to the top of the hill with the cross on it. Beautiful!! I found a heart shaped stone on the climb up, and found a nice resting place for it among one of the memorials on the top.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-ad0c3cec73d9ffdc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad0c3cec73d9ffdc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D2B3F0A6A8B13968692648DC17F3E8205AA5D4F.57759865FBE0202D02158C1D98903E8F15DB18B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad0c3cec73d9ffdc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWq9U0E5Mt3Y4WNtCQ4W_orhPBrY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dad0c3cec73d9ffdc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3D2B3F0A6A8B13968692648DC17F3E8205AA5D4F.57759865FBE0202D02158C1D98903E8F15DB18B9%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dad0c3cec73d9ffdc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWq9U0E5Mt3Y4WNtCQ4W_orhPBrY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Where I Left the Heart Shaped Stone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The small cocktail party we were at last night (just after the climb) was wonderful! Great to relax, have some wine, and talk about stuff with everyone... The subjects often turning to: 'How did you first discover Bisbee?" or " What brought you here?" and for those living here: "What made you want to move here?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My early cold seems to be under control... Gretchen brought me to the co-op and I bought Zinc and vitamin C, seems to be doing the trick... keeping it low and not a trouble so far.&lt;br /&gt;The check out person, (who recognized me from the band, told me with a smile as I paid for my cold stuff: "Do you know how many people I've had to deal with this morning with hangovers because of your performance last night!" I told her That was going to go into a blog! so here it is. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah!!! And I Got to ride in Gretchen's "Hillary's Army" car!!! (she couldn't believe I hadn't gotten the chance before...) I took video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-33ebadee79ce5d25" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33ebadee79ce5d25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1884922C6A16DFEB0A32FD03EBBB9CB07D87331.2B3F5DA22916B40F9C8C32E92E9E182AA430D992%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33ebadee79ce5d25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4ZfosdXnohlSPfhEtWBE16ClLwo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D33ebadee79ce5d25%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331053009%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1884922C6A16DFEB0A32FD03EBBB9CB07D87331.2B3F5DA22916B40F9C8C32E92E9E182AA430D992%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D33ebadee79ce5d25%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D4ZfosdXnohlSPfhEtWBE16ClLwo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hillary's Army Car (By Gretchen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, everyone in Bisbee for taking time to come see us once again! Not sure when we'll be back... but you know we will ;) Seems like everyone comes back to Bisbee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2Mkf9W0tTI/AAAAAAAAABY/BuD-SrthvHs/s1600-h/DSC00008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2Mkf9W0tTI/AAAAAAAAABY/BuD-SrthvHs/s200/DSC00008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432225707003786546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;The Bisbee Angels...(One of my Fav sculptures there)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;br /&gt;***********&lt;br /&gt;PS update:&lt;br /&gt;The earlier was written the morning of our last day (wed.) in Bisbee... it's now 12:08 am Phoenix time... (1:08 am Minneapolis time.) (Thursday... still up from the drive.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just had a video chat with Lynette... and wished her a happy birthday... It was lovely, and bitter/sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we as humans manage to be alone and also be together? missing because of distance. I chose to put this tour together... I am loving the re-connection with everyone, the spiritual 'walk-a-bout' this tour has become... but I am also feeling the loneliness of separation from the one I love, more and more each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far the thing that has struck me the most while on this tour, is the change of relationships we've seen and felt:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has struck me more than the typical tour stories... how was the show... etc. There is plenty of time to spin those out for you, and we are collecting them... but it's the ever changing relationships all around us, and those in our own lives which have made the strongest noise;&lt;br /&gt;New relationships... full and wonderful, but stumbling through those first negotiations of difference.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships which have ended, and the sadness hollow and still.&lt;br /&gt;Relationships, established. And yet, now attempting to re-discover the well worn paths, now strange and winding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For my part on this 'walk-a-bout' tour, I have found that I am learning each day how to be more human, though I am still feeling so totally lost at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dreams now only reflect strange journeys of travel and my fractured attempts at emotional balance... a cascade of struggle and fascination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;I miss tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I miss home.&lt;br /&gt;I miss you.&lt;br /&gt;... and I am lost and found all at once.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-V&lt;br /&gt;////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;That's The Full Venus DeMars &amp;amp; All The Pretty Horses 2010 3D "Out West" tour Blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all!!!&lt;br /&gt;I got back from the tour with only $300 in the hole (still on my credit card.) Thought it would have been more... and should make rent with $15.00 to spare!!! Pretty successful I think!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the paypal donations!!!! and the support!!! and the 'Getting the word out!!!' it all so TOTALLY helped!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A number of you suggested that I keep a running blog somewhere... you've convinced me... I'll give it a try. I've let a blogspot site languish for a while...but will see if I can't get it up and running again:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://venusdemars.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Return Plans are for attempting to do another Our West tour (Hopefully with some new product) sometime in the fall (2010), OR if not then, we'll attempt another winter tour (2011.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my Lovely Wife:  "Thank you so much for being you! I am so glad that I found you safe and sound when I finally got back. and thank you for letting me be me.  I Love you!&lt;br /&gt;-bug"&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Next Stop:  New York City, Manhattan, Feb 20th at Arlene's Grocery (as part of 'Bad Ass Burlesque') Just before Midnight!!! --- All You NY ATPH fans:....DON'T BE LATE!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venusdemars.com/"&gt;http://www.venusdemars.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-2062225815708226647?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/2062225815708226647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=2062225815708226647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2062225815708226647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2062225815708226647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/01/venus-demars-and-all-pretty-horses-2010.html' title='Venus DeMars and All The Pretty Horses 2010 3D &apos;Out West&apos; Tour'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2M4hgV0JNI/AAAAAAAAACI/myEK8Q4urvU/s72-c/window_kiss.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-2378907978519473585</id><published>2010-01-28T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T18:28:43.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gonna give this another try</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2JHvtXZmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/3qLDwEj1okc/s1600-h/DSC00018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 50px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2JHvtXZmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/3qLDwEj1okc/s200/DSC00018.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5431982985519405826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK everyone... I'm gonna attempt to give this another try... Just finished the ATPH 3D 'Out West' tour... and got lots of suggestions that I should keep a running blog after people read my updates... I've been convinced that it's worth a try.&lt;br /&gt;.. but it'll take me a few to figure out the tricks of layout, and media content added: (Pics and videos...etc.) so any suggestions or help is welcome.&lt;br /&gt;My Facebook profile is: facebook.com/venus.demars&lt;br /&gt;my regular e-mail is: demars@prettyhorses.net&lt;br /&gt;you can send suggestions or tips on how to make 'Blogger' look good etc there for now till I get the hang of this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much!&lt;br /&gt;Venus DeMars&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-2378907978519473585?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/2378907978519473585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=2378907978519473585' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2378907978519473585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2378907978519473585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2010/01/gonna-give-this-another-try.html' title='Gonna give this another try'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/S2JHvtXZmwI/AAAAAAAAABI/3qLDwEj1okc/s72-c/DSC00018.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-2637445394052134733</id><published>2009-03-11T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T17:41:24.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it to Phoenix!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SbhaJwkmfuI/AAAAAAAAABA/DKBn_buiCOQ/s1600-h/Photo+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SbhaJwkmfuI/AAAAAAAAABA/DKBn_buiCOQ/s200/Photo+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312094884187242210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's WARM...having almost gotten frostbite on the way to the airport this morning... can't really believe it.  I'm outside in my bare feet and there's an orange tree next to me!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-2637445394052134733?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/2637445394052134733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=2637445394052134733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2637445394052134733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2637445394052134733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2009/03/made-it-to-phoenix.html' title='Made it to Phoenix!!'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SbhaJwkmfuI/AAAAAAAAABA/DKBn_buiCOQ/s72-c/Photo+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-3183662946142646436</id><published>2009-03-10T08:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T08:18:54.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm attempting to try and keep blogging</title><content type='html'>YES... attempting to keep up with this... too many things to keep up with... but working on getting them all connected.&amp;nbsp; About to fly to Phoenix...gig in Bisbee AZ on Sunday... wondering if I can keep notes about this here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="flockcredit" style="text-align: right; color: #CCC; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Blogged with the &lt;a href="http://www.flock.com/blogged-with-flock" style="color: #999; font-weight: bold;" target="_new" title="Flock Browser"&gt;Flock Browser&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-3183662946142646436?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/3183662946142646436/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=3183662946142646436' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3183662946142646436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/3183662946142646436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-attempting-to-try-and-keep-blogging.html' title='I&amp;#39;m attempting to try and keep blogging'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-2391077480398487796</id><published>2008-10-23T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T17:33:06.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fetish while on tour...</title><content type='html'>A little over a week ago, while I've been tour... I was invited to write an artical about Glam-Fetish... I don't know if it will be published yet, and/or if anyone who doesn't have a subscription to the magazine will be able to read it... but it's relivant to this tour in a number of ways...so I thought I'd post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF I get word that it was published, I will send out info on where and how to access it in it's full form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Venus&lt;br /&gt;PS I will be writing a end of tour blog after I return home sometime after Oct 21st.&lt;br /&gt;========================&lt;br /&gt;GLAM-FETISH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Month before, I was freezing in Wellington NZ waiting backstage for the set to start. Now I'm sitting with my dancer Stacy watching "Hedwig and the Angry Inch" while hiding from the 90-plus heat of the Phoenix sun in my friend Paul's house. We're on tour now, out to the west coast.&lt;br /&gt;And enjoying a few days off before the big Scottsdale fetish event we will perform at.&lt;br /&gt;I'm watching the movie.&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about Glam.&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm thinking about Gender,&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm thinking about Life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a self-made, transgender, Dark-Glam, Rock Star. (did I say...?)&lt;br /&gt;"Rock-Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10, I wanted to be a "Rock Star."&lt;br /&gt;When I saw David Bowie on the Midnight Special with his orange hair and plastic wrap-a-round hands over black?-glitter fishnet bodysuit.&lt;br /&gt;When I knew I wanted to be female.&lt;br /&gt;When I wore dresses in secret.&lt;br /&gt;When I was 10.&lt;br /&gt;A "Rock Star."&lt;br /&gt;A GLAM 'Rock Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I'm thinking of the classic fetish photos I've made a point of collecting, and remembering... That time when I was on that art tour up to Canada? And was given that art photo book by that photo artist who took those self portraits of himself crossing? Remember him wearing all that classic "Stiletto-Silk Black-Patten" beauty?&lt;br /&gt;And when the border guard was digging through my bags trying to find just one excuse to hold us all just that little bit longer? wanting to enjoy his power just a little bit more, just a bit more as we re-entered the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He missed this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now I can't find this book anymore. I know. I've looked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here I am hiding from a Phoenix sun watching Hedwig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I say now that I love doing what I do? ...Can I say now that I am conflicted by what I do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drive 20 hr's getting to the last gig...through a sleepy windy night.&lt;br /&gt;I'm turning the radio/CD player up LOUD!&lt;br /&gt;And now, onstage, I feel dissolved into emotion.&lt;br /&gt;I'm performing alone with my guitar. Balancing on a ply board covered table supported stage. Each step in my thigh-high, black shiny 4 inch-ers working hard not to cause the microphone stand to tumble off. Catching my breath from the 'waspy' corset I'm wearing. That spiked short belt I tied tight over my forearm because of the torn elbow muscles. Torn from too much heavy equipment lifting, and careless fast strumming. (I hold that damn pick way too hard!)&lt;br /&gt;It's cutting in now.&lt;br /&gt;Too Tight.&lt;br /&gt;I feel the numbness.&lt;br /&gt;I take it off.&lt;br /&gt;Still pure emotion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only know these 10 square feet of stage. ...All that really exists.&lt;br /&gt;This stage,&lt;br /&gt;This time,&lt;br /&gt;These people,&lt;br /&gt;This caught breath.&lt;br /&gt;This torn muscle pain,&lt;br /&gt;This story I tell of a trans-woman shot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I'm gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make up in my eyes now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And gone... I'm simply gone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-2391077480398487796?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/2391077480398487796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=2391077480398487796' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2391077480398487796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/2391077480398487796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2008/10/fetish-while-on-tour.html' title='Fetish while on tour...'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-1009965070808010439</id><published>2008-08-23T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T20:20:20.275-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Made it to New Zealand!!</title><content type='html'>Made it to New Zealand!!! we're at the start of the dateline...so a day ahead of most everyone! (First to see the sunrise.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We made it to the airport in time... after having my van break down the night before on my way to my 331 DJ gig. (Stacy, my dancer, helped me through that... and Raymond, my lead guitarist, joined in at the end of the night to help me get the van home... got it running again, but it totally quit 3 blocks from home so the 3 of us had to tow in through alley-ways the rest of the way using my big old tow chain.  this all at 4 am...and having to be at the airport by 1 pm the next day!!&lt;br /&gt;so I slept well enough on the flight...(as well as one can sleep cramped into an airplane seat for 16 hr's!!  (13 hr's from LA)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While in LA, we visited two friends during our 6 hr layover. and they took us to Venice Beach.  took photos...will upload them next blog. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weather here in NZ is early spring... rain today, but has been sunny and cool. (Cold at night...but not too cold.)  Matthew (Madmat, my NZ promoter, and sub bass player for the tour,) and his husband Eddy's house is where we're staying. it's BEAUTIFUL!!!  on a hillside in a valley on the ridge over Wellington. We can just see the ocean through the vortex of the valley. (mor pix next blog.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I performed a pre-tour gig at the Hummingbird. midnight till ...2 am? 2 sets. just me and my electric, and Matthew plugged his bass into the PA to join me .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hummingbird is a restaurant during the day...and turns into a bar and hang-out place late night... so an interesting crowd... not all expecting someone like ME to suddenly set up on a created stage, and perform... but after the first set kind of cleared out the people who were not expecting the show, those who stayed, joined the ones who came by FOR the show and the second set, which went over very well. A nice way to start the tour with this unadvertised solo special gig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Official Tour starts Thursday (Wed early morning for those back home in the US) at the San Francisco Bath House. &lt;a href="http://www.sfbh.co.nz/?p=613"&gt;http://www.sfbh.co.nz&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and we'll go from there for the rest of the gigs, and the other cities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till then I'm in rehearsals with my NZ back-up band, and enjoying New Zealand in Wellington.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get back home Sept. 4th I have a DJ gig at 'Nick and Eddy' (somehow I'm going to need to figure out how to get my records and turntables there and home without the van!! (till I get that fixed of course)  so please drop over...I'm going to see if I can score a good NZ vinyl or so while here to bring home for my DJ set(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK gotta scram... more later, and I'll add PIX soon. &lt;br /&gt;Venus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(PS Thanks to everyone who signed up to our e-list and made it to our in-studio invite-only performance/party !! Lovely!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-1009965070808010439?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/1009965070808010439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=1009965070808010439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/1009965070808010439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/1009965070808010439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2008/08/made-it-to-new-zealand.html' title='Made it to New Zealand!!'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-5637664218027447414</id><published>2008-08-09T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T13:35:32.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 New Songs</title><content type='html'>OK... tonight by midnight tonight: (8/9/08), I'll have posted two new songs that I've just finished mixinging and  recording in NY with Super Buddha, (my producers;  &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/superbuddha"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/superbuddha&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be posting them on my Myspace site: &lt;a href=" http://www.myspace.com/atphvenus"&gt;http://www.myspace.com/atphvenus&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They'll be up for just a while for listening to ONLY till I have them available for download and purchase in a few weeks once I return from New Zealand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-5637664218027447414?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/5637664218027447414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=5637664218027447414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/5637664218027447414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/5637664218027447414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2008/08/2-new-songs.html' title='2 New Songs'/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2735057001395962991.post-7886782655646287041</id><published>2008-07-28T22:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T22:05:54.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6k_MD--RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQQXPvjOgsQ/s1600-h/TrashedopeneyesA6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6k_MD--RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQQXPvjOgsQ/s320/TrashedopeneyesA6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228297622900373778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey There!!&lt;br /&gt;Just got on Blogspot... we'll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;Been Planning on my tour to New Zealand... Crazy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Venus&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2735057001395962991-7886782655646287041?l=venusdemars.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/feeds/7886782655646287041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2735057001395962991&amp;postID=7886782655646287041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/7886782655646287041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2735057001395962991/posts/default/7886782655646287041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://venusdemars.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-there-just-got-on-blogspot.html' title=''/><author><name>Venus DeMars of All The Pretty Horses</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13815443291691488207</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6l4k8qPkI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RjNC-iq-D-I/S220/sideways_cropped.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_ROrGT7QJF6Y/SI6k_MD--RI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PQQXPvjOgsQ/s72-c/TrashedopeneyesA6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
