Their souls should be allowed to sing openly...

And with this, the Royals have buried the hatchet with Di's brother. This, coming on the heels of the Post's fuck up of stating Gephardt is running with Kerry, is truly making my day. Back to souls...



It was my father who told me to watch Di's wedding and it was him as well that informed me she had died in a car crash in Paris. He called my answering machine and I checked the message from a friend's house way back in 1997. Knee surgery was impeding, rain was falling here, and I hung up the phone stunned.



My soul was a bit bent last night turning on VH1 and watching "Behind the Music" with Guns & Roses. How clearly I remember walking into the REAL L'amours (not that shit car dealership) on July 4, 1988 and hearing Alex blast "It's So Easy" off Appetite for Destruction. That entire record was a pseudo-soundtrack to 1988. I was in my requisite purple boots and Dawn wore her blue suede. I think her sister Wendy (age 14 at the time) might have tagged along with us that night. Carding wasn't really the name of the game in that place, and we dolled her up mightily so through the door she went. I believe a band called Dirty Looks was on that night. They kicked complete ass. I absolutely long for the days of real music, guys with full-sleeve tattoos, and real parties.



I woke up this morning, thoroughly repulsed by the thought of going to work, and flipped on my radio, something I never do. There was Carole Miller's voice like an angel, clear as a bell, introducing "Get the LED out" as in Led Zeppelin. This, as you may remember, was a WNEW staple back in the 80's. 'NEW is now a love song shit station. Rip my heart out and stomp on it, why dontcha??!!! But Carole's back on Q 104. I went onto my train with "Thank You" running through my head...If the sun refused to shine... ahh, it's like relief.



Summers have always been hard for me, but particularly difficult when I remember '85, '87, '88, and '91. I don't think I could do any better than those. Every minute was filled with some delicious activity, fun or borderline illegal. I realize I should have stayed with Chris Ferrand, who loved me with all his might. Ah, choices and mistakes--I've made a few! He was part of the silly antics of these summers, so he's right up there with all the pool parties, practical jokes, toilet papering houses, stink bombs, firecrackers, paintball wars, and blender events (don't ask--it's a pina colada thing). How I miss you, Chris. The only Chris worthy of the name, and there were 9 Chris's in my life. Can't duplicate the original, that's fer damn sure.



Andrew's off to see his sister in South Carolina (say hi for me! Haven't seen here since '97) and Zakiya just gave me her phone number. She's an actress who was born in Morocco, schooled in Paris, lived in London and speaks about 5 languages. I can't say how we bonded, but it's a spiritual thing. What the hell a Catholic girl from Brooklyn has in common with a Muslim girl from Morocco seems strange on paper, but I'll tell ya, it works. Like I've said, true spirits always find each other. We "get" it, and maybe that's it. Like RD: he and I are complete opposites, but when it comes to worldly things and what people are? It's amazing. Can't judge books by their covers, so crack open the front cover and read.



Summer reading...I think I need more of that.