Sinead O’Connor and all the Suffering Souls of the World–Learn to Love Yourself, Please


Came across this video of Sinead O’Connor–yes, Sinead O’Connor, the performer. I left a rather lengthy commentary after watching the video. (What else is new? Me and my overly-enthused typing fingers… ) I hope I’m not being preachy, but I know there are a lot of people suffering in this world. There always are. But these days, our society’s become so impersonal. It’s just so easy for people to hide behind the anonymity of an Internet username and to just vent. An impersonal society like ours, a society in which people rarely connect face-to-face, is dangerous. This lack of intimacy leads to sociopathic behavior. And these detached, impersonal, digitized interactions are not making us happy.

We go on Facebook, Youtube, Instagram, etc., especially we’re lonely. But those are the last places where we should go when we’re lonely. We need public spaces. We need public places where we can sit down with other people and just talk face-to-face.

Sinead O’Connor is a celebrity. She’s rich and famous but yet she’s unhappy. How can that be? It can be because money and material things don’t buy love. Good people–people who are kind and loving and supportive of you, people who truly love YOU–aren’t going to care about how much  money you have, so you won’t attract them to you with your money.

Personally, I think O’Connor is a very talented and highly intelligent person who’s given us all great music. But now, she needs to give something to herself–self love!

It’s hard for me to say this because, these days, there are so many people who practice too much self love. I mean, extreme selfishness is pretty much destroying our society. Yet even so, there are still some people who don’t love themselves enough. Oddly enough, some of these people are rich and famous. Who knew?

Turns out fame and fortune doesn’t necessarily make people happy. Big surprise! No matter how much love other people send in our direction, we still need to love ourselves. Because even the most famous and wealthy person on the planet has his/her detractors. Yes, there will always be someone who loves us and someone who hates us. Haters gonna hate!

So we need to love ourselves enough to let go of the haters and focus on the lovers. We need to follow the light, so to speak.

Our society is becoming increasingly impersonal and unloving. Very disturbing really.  I believe we, as a society, are creating mental illness. (Aw, can’t we just blame genetics or biochemical imbalances in the brain for mental illness? Do we have to accept responsibility for our actions toward other people?)

Yes, we do need to be responsible for what we say and do and how it affects others. The filter of technology makes it easy for people to be cruel and callous to each other, but it doesn’t have to be that way. People, we can relate to each other honestly and face-to-face. I think most of us still know how to do that. But if we’ve forgotten how, there is a way to learn again. If the powers that be (PTB) won’t bring back public spaces then we can create them. We can invite people to come together to meet and talk. We can smile and say hello to strangers and share moments with other humans.

My message to those who are suffering with family or friends who are not loving and supportive is this: just let go of your dysfunctional family and accept yourself. You can’t change them, so don’t even try.

Often those of us who come from unloving families keep trying to get them to love us, support us, agree with us, etc. We think we can change them. Fact is,  harsh as it may sound, we need to give up on them, forget about them and what they’re doing and just move on.

It’s possible to create a better family for ourselves through good, honest and trustworthy friendships with better quality people. Yes, it’s possible to reinvent one’s self and form new, healthier relationships. But first, we need to love and accept ourselves. I believe that self love can be learned. Practice being kind and compassionate toward yourself (as well as to others.) Practice random acts of kindness–toward yourself as well as toward others. Practice talking back to those negative thoughts in your head. Chances are they come from the voices of the dysfunctional family, the terrible things they’ve said to you in the past.

Look, nobody’s perfect. There’s nothing wrong with being imperfect. We all have flaws. That’s what makes us human. Without our flaws, we’d be robotic and boring, to say the least. And the very qualities that some people don’t like about you are the same qualities that other people will LOVE about you. It’s a matter of seeking out the lovers and weeding out the haters… We need to find the people who will lift us up when we’re down. Sometimes it’s hard, I know. But those people are out there. Find them.

Corny as it sounds, I believe that each one of us is a miracle just because we’re alive. If the people in your life aren’t showing you love then they don’t deserve you. Period. Stop trying to change them or to get their attention. Just drop them. Stay away from people who are emotionally abusive. Life is too short! If you keep spending time with people who make you feel bad, you’ll always feel bad. This is especially true for people who are clinically depressed: You need to take extra care of your mental health, if you’re in that state of mind. That means going the extra mile toward avoiding things, people and situations that make you unhappy.

Find people who’ll give you the love, support and kindness you deserve. Find the people who’ll appreciate the uniqueness that is YOU. They are out there! Don’t settle for less. You deserve better. (This is true of all of us.)

I know it’s hard, but hang in there. There are good people in the world. But we don’t usually find them when we’re focused on the bad ones. That’s why it’s important to drop the haters, even if they’re family, and just move on to other relationships. If you feel bad after spending time with someone then something’s wrong. That relationship isn’t working for you. There’s a whole big world out there filled with good, kind, compassionate people who’ll always be there for you when you need them and whose spirits are compatible with yours. Seek and ye’ shall find!

Perhaps the secret lies in cultivating love and compassion within ourselves, sharing it with others then attracting the right people to us.


Take it easy. Take it easy on yourself. Take it easy on the people around you. We all have our “cross to bear.” We all have our troubles. Human beings are mortal beings. Sooner or later, we’ll suffer somehow. We’ll get sick. Our friends and family will get sick. They’ll die. We’ll die. It’s sad but true. Life’s hard for many of us. Life is often unfair. Some people are cruel for no reason. Others are kind but never rewarded.


What’s the point?

The point is, we’re all here. We’re all human. We’re sharing this planet together–rich, poor, male, female, white, black, pro-Trump, pro-Hillary, pro-Bernie, whatever. Please, please, let’s learn to be kind to each other. Let’s learn to be patient and understanding, to give each other a little leeway. Nobody’s perfect. That’s what makes life interesting. Do we really want other people to be exactly like us? What would it be like to walk down the street and run into…ourselves on the street? Pretty creepy, wouldn’t you say? Running into other people who have different perspectives than we do can be so enlightening, so refreshing, can really help us to think outside the box. We need all the many different kinds of people who are out there (except maybe for the violent ones…we don’t really need them so much.) But we do need a variety of people. And the people we don’t like or who don’t treat us well just help us to appreciate the ones we love so much  more. So they too have their purpose!

Look, we all need to collectively “chill out” and remember why we’re here. We’re not here to work. We’re not here to pay our bills. We’re not here to worry about what other people should be or shouldn’t be doing. We’re not even here to protest against the status quo (although that is an activity that might achieve some results.)

Just sayin’…

Ultimately, we’re here to love, to love each other, our friends, our family… We’re here to enjoy life because it’s short, so very short. Before you know it, it’ll have passed you by. Yesterday, you were 18, but now you’re 65. Where did the time go?

So people, can we please, please, please stop fighting? Stop putting each other down? Stop judging each other? Stop holding each other back?

Stop and smell the roses. Look up at the sky, at the stars. Watch the sun go down and the moon rise up. Listen to the birds sing in the morning. To the children giggling and playing in the backyard. Take a moment to listen, look, smell, touch, and taste it all… And remember that our time here really is very, very short.

So let’s try to enjoy this moment. And if that isn’t possible, maybe it’s time to pack up and leave where we are in this moment, to move to a better place, surround ourselves with a better crowd because unhappiness is just a waste of time. If you’re unhappy, don’t put up with it. Don’t settle. Leave. Find your tribe. Don’t waste time. Go out into the world and find your place within it. You were born here on this planet, so, yes, you do belong here. Find your home. It’s waiting for you.

Some of us are poor financially. Some of us are poor spiritually. The former is difficult to control, but the latter is within our reach. Cultivate your spirit. Surround yourself with loving people. Do what you love as often as possible. Spread that love to everyone around you.

Okay, that’s enough preaching for today. My sermon has ended, and it’s way past my bed time.

Namaste, babies!

Infringing Upon Established Venues… Gigs for the Masses!

Thanks to everyone who came out to see Meria/Haunted Gypsy (as well as other unsigned artists) at the Infringement shows this season…

‘Twas fun indeed. Hmm… Let’s see now… We played at Electric Ave with some awesome bands, including Tim Haufe from NYC who did a great set. At the aptly named Gypsy Parlor, we trained some newbie audience members in the fine art of heckling. ‘Tis an art that must be perfected! We LOVE our hecklers! They performed well… so, congrats to you, our now seasoned hecklers. And those guys who kept shouting, “Woo!” That was awesome! Thanks for the Woo’s!


(above photo by Pam Swarts)


An audience member braved a rain storm to hear Meria strum an acoustic solo guitar set at Allentown Music. Much appreciated. (Playing guitar in a room full of musical instruments was amazing.) Their new location on Amherst truly rocks.

photo by Cappixx

BTW, some of us locals feel sorry that the music store was forced out of its location in Elmwood Village. EV is/was Buffalo’s arts district, and removing a music store detracts from that. Very disappointing. Arts districts build up otherwise declining cities. Too bad the powers that be, a.k.a., PTB, don’t appreciate that. Artists build up deteriorating neighborhoods then get pushed out by rising rents and ungrateful landlords who capitalize on the work that we artists create. Yes, that really is how I feel about it.

photo by Cappixx

Felt the same way about Rust Belt Books which was forced to leave Allentown only to run into the welcoming arms of Grant Street. Okay, but Grant Street already has West Side Stories, another good book store. Now Allentown has… pizza, poutine, Jim’s Steakout at 3 a.m. and Greek food, no longer available at 3 a.m. Food but no books, and now no music store. So… food remains in Allentown/EV. It’s the culture that had to go. Why?

Still, from the point of view of Allentown Music, the new location may prove to be an asset. Lots more space and a chance to regroup, to gain a whole new clientele (myself included, as their new location is closer par moi.) I have high hopes that this small, locally-owned music store will benefit in this new environment but the EV neighborhood has lost one business that contributed to its cultural development. One day, the PTB will realize their mistake.

photo by Cappixx

Anywho… (Yes, I do mean any “who.”)

An enthusiastic audience gathered in front of El Buen Amigo for an outdoor solo guitar performance on a sunny summer day. Really appreciate you guys for sitting down to watch me play out on the street! It was very encouraging! I wonder whether you audiences realize what a difference you make for us performers. We need you! We love you! You are you, and that is AWESOME!  (Isn’t it great to be told that you are awesome?)


And of course, there was the set at Mohawk Place. That one kept us up pretty late…  The bands were all amazing, and I will (I hope) repair my computer so that I can upload the video footage of some great bands, including Pam Swarts who can break glass with her power vocal cords. Yes, Pam has vocal cords so strong that they have broken people’s dishes! That’s why some of us drink out of paper or plastic cups while we watch her sing… though paper is more environmentally friendly…

photo by Cappixx

Okay, enough silliness…

So now… it’s onward and upward… to focus on recording–video and audio. Meria’s computer’s still on the mend but working well enough to upload so lots more videos being posted here–>

Here are some other sites where you can view some music videos, should you prefer a youtube alternative:

HauntedGypsy on DailyMotion

HauntedGypsy on Vimeo

Infringement photos from 2017 will go up soon… if/when Meria’s computer lives again.

Until that fateful day arrives…  Keep on rockin’ in the (un)free world!

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The Land of La… La La Land and that American Dream I Have Every Night

While I currently find myself living in rust-belt hell, I felt compelled to respond to yet another artist making a conscious choice to leaving Los Angeles. So many of us creative types end up there, in the City of Earthquakes. Frankly, I miss the weather and miss constantly running into other creative types. But what I don’t miss is watching all the creative people suffer, struggle, and eventually, destroy themselves and everything that made them great artists in the process.

People come to Los Angeles all the time. People from all over the world come to the City of La La. They think they’re going to be discovered by some all-powerful agent, manager or blah, blah, blah. (Hint: if you are a young woman and most men find you attractive, just about every guy you meet in LA will have that great power to “discover” you and make you “big” in Hollyweird.

There’s just a… uh… little something you’ll need to give him in return.

Anyone up for being a prostitute in Hollyweird? Is that why you took all those acting classes? Was that what made you love theatre so much? Why you strum that guitar? Why you wrote that heartfelt song that still brings tears to your eyes when you play it? 

But we can forget who we are and whom we truly were meant to be. Rather than being “discovered” in Hollyweird, most of us end up losing ourselves. What we discover is rather sinister–the dark side of human nature. Some people see our desperation, how much we long to “make it,” and they will use that longing they see radiating from us like a damaged aura, a mispainted, dark rainbow hovering over us. (It never rains in California, unless you’re a starving artist who moves there to work within the entertainment industry.) And they will seize the opportunity, like vultures do. That’s how they do!

(Okay, enough of this poor attempt at holiday weekend writing. I think you get the idea of what I’m trying to say.)

If you’ve ever lived in Los Angeles and dabbled in the entertainment industry, you already know that by “vulture” I really mean “sociopath.” But that term is used so loosely these days by people who don’t truly understand its meaning that I think vulture will better understood by most here. Yes, I do try to cater to the masses!

Everyone in Los Angeles wants something from you. What is that something? A connection. Not a spiritual or even a social connection, mind you. A capitalist connection. A connection that will lead them toward being wanted by the wealthiest and most famous among us. A connection with you that will help them to succeed financially and politically. They want fame so that others will grovel over them, will bow to them, will kiss their heinies. Yes, that’s what I wrote: heinies!

(By the way, defines “heinie” as “buttocks,” in case you didn’t already know that. And the first known use of the word was back in 1921. These are our nether regions, our be-hinds, the back parts. Do you really want someone with a clean mouth to kiss you there? If you’re in Los Angeles, most likely the answer to that would be “yes!”)

So when you live in Los Angeles, you can’t trust anyone there. Everyone is just using and being used by everyone else. Want authentic relationships? Go elsewhere.

And heaven forbid you are a woman who turns 30! And if you aren’t slutty, don’t like to let men grope you and drivel all over you like a fresh piece of meat? Well… what are you doing in Los Angeles?

The objectification and subjection of women in Los Angeles is shocking. Oh… I’m using terminology that some won’t/can’t read again. Okay, let me put it like this:

Women are treated like sh*t in Los Angeles. You can’t turn 30 if you’re a woman. You just can’t. In fact, all the “men’s rights” nut jobs lurking on the Internet should pack their bags and fly to LA. Once there, they can call themselves “producers” and inform every female they meet of their elevated status. The fact that all they produce is bullsh*t won’t matter. Feminists won’t stop them from making it with women! No matter how ugly, socially incompetent and downright psychotic they may be, if they call themselves “producers,”  some women might actually take an interest in them. (All their anger at feminists–for giving women choices–will dissipate. Women don’t have a lot of choices in the male-run entertainment industry. They’re used to spending time with defective men out of desperation.) In LA, treating women like pieces of meat is the thang. Men’s rights! Ha ha ha!

Unfortunately, the American Dream mythology is still alive and well. Some people are addicted to it. It’s a highly-addictive drug. Worse than any illegal substance. And they’ll never let it go, even on their death bed while they’re dying unloved, unwanted and penniless. Some people aren’t even in America, yet they believe it. They watch America on TV, and they know full well that it’s the greatest country in the world, the land of opportunity where anyone can strike it rich by giving enough blow jobs… I mean… Oops, I didn’t write that. That was a… that was an error. What I meant was… by working hard. Yes, working hard pays off here in the USA. Being hard… I mean, working hard, and doing all the right things. Like giving blow jobs to rich people…

Oh no! OMG, no!!! You did not read that here! Please, tell me you did not read that here!

Look, you don’t need to kiss a$$ here in the USA in order to succeed. The American Dream is alive and well (in fantasy fiction and on TV. I’ve also heard it sung about in the schools. They really want kids to believe they can pursue their dreams. It’s okay to dream when you’re a child. Will make you a better worker later on.)

Anyhow, what was I writing about just now? Oh yes. I was writing about Los Angeles, and what a wonderful place it is (not) for creative people to live.

Actually, I found a lot of opportunities for me as a creative person in Los Angeles. I just couldn’t keep myself under the age of 30 forever, and I didn’t want to sleep with everyone I met. I guess I’m a bit of a prude. Also I’m not a sociopath, so I have difficulty using and being used by everyone I meet. I naively thought I could just be good at what I do and be recognized for it. If I’d been born a sociopathic white man, that could have been true, especially if I were under 30 and had rich relatives available to send me money when my artistic ventures didn’t yield me enough for rent that month.   

So… yes, there are people who succeed in Los Angeles. And then there are those of us who realize that being the best artist we can be is more in line with being ourselves and building on our own personal strengths. Being discovered for who we really are is better than being uncovered while pretending to be something we’re not. Trying to be “a star” is like begging for a stamp of approval to be slapped across our faces so that corporate America and The Power says we’re okay. We’re good little capitalists… Not like the rock stars from the 60s who protested the war but more like today’s stars who just look pretty on TV and urge their fans to buy the products advertised throughout.

Ugh! Why did I write so much? I guess I’ve just lived through too much. Been through too much to be shallow. Part of me envies the Hollyweird sociopaths. They take what they want. No matter what they have to do to get it, they’ll do it. Sleep with whomever. Step on the toes of whomever. Do… whatever.

But that isn’t me. Neither is the rust belt. Most of us artist types are bohemian. We wander until we find our home. And when home becomes too dysfunctional, we wander again. I miss the days when I could dream. Those Hollywood days. But those days are gone. Not just for me. America has lost its dream. I’m just one of many starving artists still mourning the loss but learning to accept what this country has become. Like Hollywood, we want to believe it’s possible. Then reality asserts itself.

The land of opportunity has been taken over by opportunists. Where should we move to now?

Day Job Dilemma – Working Hard, Hardly Working or Just Not Having Time for Your Art?

Working seven-days-a-week is sometimes what we need to do to earn a living these days (due to shrinking salaries mismatching with rising costs of living.) And it sure does interfere with one’s ability to practice one’s instrument effectively.

Sure, I go through the motions of practicing scales, chord progressions and going over songs long since written… But in terms of getting inspired, of writing new songs or experimenting with new, original ideas and material, well, uh… that takes time.

I notice it on the rare days when I have off. Sometimes it takes more than one day for me to get the creative juices flowing. More than one day of freedom from working at a job that’s completely unrelated to the flow, I suppose you could say.

Don’t get me wrong. These days, one is lucky to have a job at all. But we artist types need time for our art. Generally that means this kind of a job:

–part time but pays enough to live on and to buy the equipment and materials we need in order to pursue our art. Creating art of any kind (whether it’s painting, playing music, or writing poetry) takes time. It takes an incredible amount of time to perfect any art form. Sadly, most non-artists don’t realize how much time and work we serious artists put into our what we do. If we got paid for all the time and energy we expended most of us would be millionaires–not the starving artists the majority of us become.

–flexible, offering flexible hours so that if we get a “gig,” we can take the time off needed in order to pursue. When we can’t make our art our priority then we can’t succeed at our art.

–either related to our art or not so demanding that we feel too drained to pursue our art when we come home. Sure, some people can come home from a soul-sucking job and write, paint, dance, or otherwise create it out, but most of the time a job that drains the life out of us leaves us uninspired. Many potentially talented artists lose their art this way.

Do we really want a society without art? Yes. I think some people do. They’d like to destroy every artist on the planet. We artists think for ourselves. We’re too independently minded to just follow the rules and blindly obey authority figures. We think outside the box and come up with new ideas that defy the old and established ones.

But as a whole, our society will crumble without art. Art keeps us mentally healthy. It gives us joy, even in dark times. We need art and so, we need artists.

Blah, blah, blah. Here I go, preaching again.

Onward and upward.

It’s back to work now in day job heaven. Talk to you soon… in hell.


NYC – performing at the Leftfield Bar in Manhattan

Playing in NYC was awesome. Unfortunately, some of the footage didn’t turn out well, and some of it… er… well, it accidentally got deleted.

Still got some watchable footage though. Meghan Tully sat in on the drums. Having never heard the songs before in her life, she just jumped right in there and played along.

Here’s the video:


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Sunday morning and John Lennon, a long lost hippie, gone but not forgotten…

“Sunday morning, brings the dawning,

It’s just a restless feeling by my side…”   Velvet Underground

I don’t know why, but I woke up this past Sunday morning hearing that old Velvet Underground song playing in my head. I was thinking of John Lennon, my favorite hippie of all time and that the anniversary of his death–Dec. 8th, 1980–had just passed me by on Thursday. I usually write a little something about Lennon every year around the anniversary of his death. (Oh, but why celebrate the death and not the birth? You may well ask that very question…)

I think the day a beloved person dies is the last time we had a chance to share the world with him. So we remember that day when he shined his light upon us for one last time. It was a day when we knew we’d never have the person around us again. Ever. His last day on earth. Our last day to feel his light upon us while we continue to live here on earth.


“It’s just the wasted years so close behind…

Watch out, the world’s behind you…”   __Velvet Underground,“Sunday Morning”


So… as I often do on the anniversary of Lennon’s death, I reminisce on the kindness, the sweetness, the innocence of a people (the American people!) that’s long since past us by.


Check out this video demonstrating Lennon’s kindness and his sense of responsibility and connection to his fellow human being. (Scene begins at 4:00):

Take a good look at this video because it reflects a time that’s past us by–a time when people were not so consumed with fear, with materialism, with selfishness. A time when there was not as large of a division between the rich and the poor. A time when a millionaire (i.e., John Lennon) might start an honest conversation with a homeless person. (The dialogue with the homeless man begins just before 4:00–about four minutes into the video.)

Can we imagine (hmm… “Imagine”–What a word choice!) a famous celebrity doing any thing at all like this today? The only celebrity I can  think of might be Russell Brand. Brand has attempted dialogues with neo-nazis and the Westboro Baptist Church. Not an easy endeavor. Only someone who truly loves people could embark on such an adventure (misadventure?)

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Why Gypsy Rock?

Why gypsy rock? Well… because it’s there…

Meria/Haunted Gypsy is a traveling band. I wander until I find a place I can either call home or at least find kindred spirits for my time spent there. The reality is, my hometown has rendered me homeless. Like every gypsy spirit, I am searching for a place that will stop me from wandering.

Recently, the prayers of the gypsy were answered in the form of an Infringement Festival in Montreal. So… a few of us traveled to Montreal, a city named after a hill–Mont Royal.

It’s a beautiful city, though overcast for most of our time there. We lucked out with good weather though. Unusually warm temperatures for early winter. Who would think of walking around without a winter coat in November in the Northeast of North America? But we did.


Unfortunately, it began to snow on our way out of Montreal. In fact, a blizzard followed us for several hours as I tried to drive us home safely. Yep, I was driving 35-40 mph on the highway. Probably shouldn’t admit to that here on the blogosphere but… Safety first, friends. Safety first.

We got home after 3 a.m. It took us twice as long to return from Montreal as it did to arrive.

I don’t have the videos ready yet to post, so I’ll have to blog more about this later, but wanted to keep an update here. We came, we saw, we played in Montreal and then we left into the snowstorm that blew us back to the rust belt.    sortie-2016-11-27-at-6-54-07-pm

Next weekend is NYC. Let the wandering spirit thrive on!

Montreal, parlez-vous francais? Alors…

Yep, it’s gonna be a fun road trip.  My documentary film, “Rocky Mountain Homelessness” will screen and my half-hour comedy, “Catty Open Mic Show” will also screen. I’ll be performing a couple of solo guitar shows and a couple shows with my indie, original project Haunted Gypsy.

Busy, busy, busy!

In fact, while I’m writing this, I’m burning another copy of the documentary onto a DVD and doing vocal exercises to prepare my voice.  Multitasking!

I’m going to write about multitasking in the near future, its benefits and its detriments. But let’s just say, I’ll be glad when I’ve gotten everything ready and can just head out on my merry little way. Merry, meri…


Halloween is coming…

Yep, we’re getting closer and closer…

Come closer. Look at me. Yes, look at me. Don’t be afraid. It’ll all be over soon. Yes, very soon. “The quick way, doctor. Let’s do it the quick way…” to paraphrase Peter Lorre in “Arsenic and Old Lace.” (A classic Halloween comedy, by the way.

Which reminds me, why are there so few scary comedies made in the USA? Americans sure like their fear. I prefer to laugh at it.

Disappointed that we haven’t gotten a gig for Halloween when we have SO many spooky songs that would fit right in for the holiday. Oh, the rust belt… the rusty belt… Hey, put that belt back on!

Is this a nonsensically written blog that I just spewed out just so that I’d have a blog entry published this week? What? Surely you jest. Why, this blog is filled with intellectually stimulating, socially redemptive qualities like… like… like…

Well, okay, words. There are words within this blog entry. Lots of them. And guess what? You’re not watching TV, texting or video gaming while reading this, are you? Naw, you can’t effectively do that AND read what I’ve written here at the same time, not if you’re truly reading.

Okay, so there. I did it. I posted another blog entry. Need to have at least one or two of those every week, after all.




To Halloween or Not To Halloween? That is the Question…

merialovecraftposterwitchI like Halloween. For me, it’s not a morbid time focusing on death and decay, it’s a time of creativity. What other holiday allows people to dress however they want no matter how mature, professional and well-respected in the community they’re trying to be? On what other holiday can we sew together our own wardrobe and pretend to be a character we’re most definitely not. We can make up who we are or we can pretend to be a character from history, from television, from a comic book or cartoon. I view Halloween as a creative and theatrical moment in time. It’s a perfect holiday for actors and performers in general. We love it!

And contrary to what some might think, it’s not a celebration of death but a way to laugh at something that scares us more than anything else in this world. We can’t prevent our own deaths or the deaths of our loved ones but we can laugh at it. What else can we do?

So we dress up as dead people and laugh. We all know deep, down inside that someday our bodies will resemble those costumes but…ooh…we don’t want to think about that.

Winter is coming. The weather’s getting cold and uncomfortable. The skies are getting gloomy. Where is the sun? Some of us hibernate during winter, rarely entering the outdoors only when absolutely necessary. Outside it is dying, leaves falling and losing their natural color, flowers withering away, grass turning brown and even the sun has lost its glow–blocked by the clouds.

For most people, winter is a sad time, a time when things die. Spring is the time of birth and awakening. Flowers bloom and the air smells sweet and warm. But winter occurs at the year’s end when most living things die or hibernate. It’s a dark time, literally and figuratively. That’s why there are so many holidays during winter. We seek to be with our families and friends, to cheer ourselves up. Some of us who live in cold climates buy special lamps that emit light resembling the sun to prevent fatigue and Seasonal Affective Disorder. No, it’s not the best season for many of us.

So we laugh at the coming gloom. That’s what we do on Halloween. So no, Mr. and Mrs. Religious Fundamentalist, we’re not worshiping evil. Quite the contrary. Evil scares us just as much as you. But we’ve learned to laugh at it. It’s called… Hmmm…. What is it called?

Oh yes, I remember now. It’s called: “Having a sense of humor.”

So with high hopes, I hope to be performing on Halloween or within its vicinity. Wrote a song called “Cthulhu” especially for the HP Lovecraft Art Show and I’ve got a few other spooky songs, perfect for the big day… Spooky, spooky. Here’s looking at you, Halloween…