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Father Time
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10/23/2015 12:06:32 AM
Do you still carry around psyche remnants of your youth?
yeah I know that's a confusing question. Occasionally I can be somewhere or seeing something I saw when I was really young and it's like I'm back at that time. I'm a little OCDish, and when I was young, when my mind was devoid of thoughts, this phrase would run thru my head. It was the little blurb the announcers of the Baltimore Orioles baseball games would say about the pictures and descriptions not being able to be reproduced without the express written consent of the Baltimore Orioles baseball club. Anyway that still pops up to this day, when I'm going to the bathroom, moving from place to place, just like I was 10 years old. It's funny how I can go thru so many phases of my life and still there are parts of me left over from many many years ago.
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Donna Devine
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10/23/2015 8:05:15 AM
---- Updated 10/23/2015 8:54:27 AM
To your question: Yes. Nearly every waking moment. ;)
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Richard Scotti
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10/23/2015 8:30:44 AM
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When we're young are brains are like sponges that soak up whatever they come in contact with especially when certain phrases are repeated over and over as that one was with every game played. This is why it's easier to learn a second language when you're young than when you're older. Words just get stuck in the mind and won't leave. When we get older the mind deletes a lot of stuff to make room for new data but for reasons unknown it saves certain things forever. Perhaps it's to make sure that there are always "markers" to hold places in the mind so that we never forget our youth. As a kid I was a big Superman fan and never missed the old TV show. There was one show that had a phrase in it that stuck with me to this day. In order to fool a crook, Superman made a looped recording on a tape recorder that played this phrase: "No comment until the time limit is up". It was repeated many times. I won't get into all the specifics of the plot but every time superman was asked a certain question, he would push the button to play that phrase into a telephone making the crook think that superman was somewhere he wasn't.
"NO COMMENT UNTIL THE TIME LIMIT IS UP. It will stay with me forever. But where the hell did I put my keys???
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Shoe City Sound
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10/23/2015 9:28:45 AM
Oh yeah, lots of things all the time - I'm trying to make some of it quit!
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10/24/2015 9:02:41 AM
Well here's an interesting subject. You really are a studious thinker.
Well, the short answer would probably be, 'we all do'.
For all sorts of reason, like our future is in our past,
and our past is in our future.
Like when I was a kid, and listened to The BEATLES.
I imagined myself as one of them. Which one? Didn't matter,
I'd take turns. I'd be this one then that one...
the irony that I end up as an adult channeling two of them, is both
amusing as all get out to me, and another thing, yes that was it.
It is 'cool' to my inner child.
Oh sure, I could talk of other things, like scars of abuse
visited upon me in childhood, things that now recalled will NEVER leave me.
But who the hell really wants to hear about Young Lesley Jane
being raped as a kid? Nobody. I don't wanna hear it. I'd unknow it if I could.
Anyway, who are are, is a product of two main ingredients:
What's dropped upon us. Where we steer our life's car.
Sense of smell can contain or trigger memories from long ago,
bring it all back vivid...
at a certain point, all deep recollection is as Time Travel itself.
I think I'll create an Alter as you call them, Scott,
called "Pipeline Professor"...
but on second thought, no, it would be redundant.
I sort of already am. One of 'em anyway. You're another one obviously.
The most fun thing, about this phenomenon, this 'flashing back to our youth'
thing, is when the inner child, who wants in the time period you grew up
in, to be something, sees you now, being that something,
and the inner child goes 'WOW!!!!!!!'
That's fun.
My inner-child thinks I am the coolest f-ing thing in the whole world.
We, thinks WE are... "you work with The BEATLES!"
No end to the amount of how impressed my inner child is.
I don't explain to the little tyke version of me, that we still
need to come up with the hit that ate the world. But we're working on it.
God Bless, Much Love,
~American Lesley Jane, International Over-Acheiver
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Noah Spaceship
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10/25/2015 5:05:03 PM
From the G.I. Joe cartoon: knowing is half the battle
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10/30/2015 1:05:26 AM
I don't think my inner child is too impressed with me. Probably sees me as this striving fool who never gets anywhere but tries real hard. I'm the little engine that could but I never quite make it up the hill. So I flash back to my childhood and think about how happy I was when I was going to the comic book shop or when I got a new pack of baseball cards.
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10/31/2015 6:27:21 AM
Well. Long Time No Clock, or whatever it is...
Why wouldn't your inner child be impressed with you?
Because he could not understand what it is that you do?
I don't understand. But I'm not an inner child, I'm an outwardly one.
Oh. Oh is that it. Oh you poor man. You're like me.
Wanted to do so bloody fucking much, and reality got in the goddamned way.
That's it isn't it.
Well, okay, let's have a reality check for the both of us,
might do us some good.
Did I manage to reunite The BEATLES?
Well yes and no.
I sort of came close in the early 90s, but that all fell through... not to be.
Nevermind the details, I've been young and stupid about twice
as long as anybody else..
But I have in fact been working with John since 1985,
and George since he passed on as well, and about nine
years ago, Pete Shotton---John Lennon's boyhood friend,
did come, and did see, that it really is John. I've mentioned
that famous bit of conversation by now, but here it is again:
Pete Shotton, to John after Pete had his epiphany watching John record:
"You bastard. You knew. You knew didn't you.
You knew that if I saw you work, I'd know it's you"
Lennon:
"I've only been trying to tell you that for two fucking years, Shotton"
So, it all works out that I basically have effected a Beatles reunion,
though it involves two who are deceased and beyond,
yet quite enthusiastic about continuing to make records,
and as for the other two, well I've learned how to hold down their ends of it...
So virtually, I sort of have. Of course, it's a different world now. The world
is not as concerned with things like Peace & Love as it once was.
We still write about that sort of thing, but it has less shine than some
of the 'bling' which is very polished, if a bit pointless. So whatever,
we write about any goddamned thing we think of, sometimes it works.
And enough the hell about us.
You haven't done too badly either.
Okay so maybe you too had really really tall ambitions,
and maybe you too were not quite able to pull them off as you
would have liked. Life's a bitch, and then you become one.
After a while, you might even grow a beard. I did. Having great fun
with the damned thing. Walk down the street getting strange looks,
"OH Shit, Jesus Is Coming! Quick, look busy!"
I understand you too have red hair and a beard.
Imagine the sight of the pair of us walking down the street?
Oh Shit It's Jesus and he's got fucking Father Time with him!
Look, you've made this site, and you run the bloody thing.
This is a cool site.
It's a lovely little oasis for the indie artist.
It's not all 'bling' out there, but it's a lot of that nonsense.
Here is a little bit different. It really is a remarkable place.
And I would say to you, Brother Time,
even if you have to look at what you did not manage to do---a challenge
which I too face now and then "OH I coulda this that and the other!"...
well also look at "Well fuck, this IS a cool site, and I DO run it.
So however much I wanna get down on myself, Brussell Sprouts
are still absolutely so much worse, and people even still buy them.
So there is hope. As long as I don't eat goddamned fucking
brussell sprouts... I think it was a joke of God's....
"This is your brain, this is your brain growing out of the ground,
any questions?"
See? Even God has to let himself off the fucking hook.
"I was going for little cabbages" ... Yyyeah. Keep Tryin' Big Guy.
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Father Time
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10/31/2015 12:39:10 PM
well I may have brussel sprouts beat but so does kale.
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