Oh, here/  Okay.

So, with my training- of- cute story- long-winded?  Not I- um- between Milton and Sparck, I became- nothing- but what’s the word- deluded- faked it?  I got (cultivated?)  a persona, if not a person or a personality- it or he or I - we all know nothing- I was ‘’tough guy’’-  tough guy’ not so tough? tough shit!  I’m alive.  So, “JOHN’’ said he was gonna kick my ass, and I said ‘’you and how many other old ladies?’  and my anime voice is of a spoiled, petulant brat, I never sounded like that!  Perfect.

“Do your worst”- when I knew they really could.  I had boundaries and never broke them, still haven’t, never will.  It broke me when I had to leave 8440 Sunset Blvd, it was being turned into Mondrian Hotel, I was the last tenant to leave, I think in year of 1983-  my first concern was they were using “That’s my fucking apartment!” as the office during renovations- the ‘wrecking ball’ hung outside my bedroom window when not in use- I’d sneak in a while, but then I was trying to figure out- WHERE is “Devore?”- not sure California.  The US Festival- in one day, Terri and Berlin, Dale ‘he’s my husband’ and oh, sorry, The PRETENDERS- so great live- and me ‘’stunned’’ at said “BONNO’’ climbing up at least 50 feet, U2 was getting some airplay on KROQ in ‘83 but hadn’t yet-exploded-  “HE is it.  I can’t do that- It was so hot and so many people were passing out, airplanes flew spraying we some hundreds of thousands people with water, airplanes raining water down on us, I was thanking airplane pilots, I think it was- be right- Steve Wozniak- ‘water’’ had never felt so good, in my life- no, I wasn’t leaving!  Stevie Nicks and David Bowie were the last 2 acts and the sun set and the desert felt frozen- I remember hugging and being hugged by others there, to stay warm- sunlight was gone, and Ms. Nicks was in glorious voice, so emotionally sincere, SHE was so excited, she climbed down and down and down, off 3 stages I think and she was beautiful and her boot was within arms length, but touch the boot of Stevie Nicks- I wouldn’t think of it- and why wasn’t anybody helping her back up on stage?  I thought “I have seen the best woman rock singer and she’s been doing it since before I was in high school, nobody does what she does, a huge band and a solo career- I couldn’t wait to see Mr. Bowie, but the truth is, the lineup of bands was great, and Stevie Nicks- I thought in 1982 there was an earthquake, in the rafters, the LA Forum SHOOK when she ended an ASTONISHING- not strong enough a word performance of ‘Sisters of the Moon’- the entire section of The Forum in the not floor seats clanged, shook, that was no earthquake, that was Stevie NICKS!

Of course, Mr. Buckingham and the band were amazing- but Stevie’s voice soared on ‘The Chain’ and ‘Sisters’ from the LA Forum, has to be the most “I have seen greatness’’ that I ever witnessed in my first college year.  She was perkier and seemed, maybe WAS happier at the US Festival solo almost a year later,it seemed a happy buzz, YANKED Waddy’s hair and did the best ‘Stop Draggin’ live I ever saw, was on the big screen, sipping, then ran and made it to her mic for ‘there’s people running around lose in the world’- her ‘Stop!’  emphatically different than the record - I learned- you want to hear the record, play the record- or cd-  LIVE- you - leave the fun parts, ‘hooky’ parts in, but play around a bit with it, ‘each performance’ is unique, her ovation was tremendous. “NOW?” No- I was staying for Mr. Bowie- my female ride there had to be back in LA “GO’’- oh, she went- who cares?-- The temp seemed to drop down to maybe freezing- do deserts do that?  Many of us were jumping, hugging each other to stay warm- Mr. Bowie was exceptionally gifted, elegant, so cool, seemed to be so ‘rock royalty, suave’- I had missed the young Bowie, Space Oddity and even Diamond Dogs-  but got my voice ‘up’ for the club dates best with ‘Rebel Rebel’- I thought he seemed, along with Bono of U2, like God was showing me-  “This is what it takes- it is beyond your ability’’- but I was stubborn-  ‘’stop it with the Century City ‘Pergatory’ ads, the May Co, the guys at Lhasa think you’re fortunate, spoiled, and have it too easy, - maybe- but in ‘85- I walked into my apartment, a photo of Sparck and I still on the wall- his image and glass was fine- on my side, a knife was stuck in my forehead and the glass on the floor above the sofa- oven door had been removed, made holes in the wall, broke a window and landed by the kitchen table.  The police were nice to me.  The apartment manager was, too- “I have insurance, you take care of yourself’’- I was 22.  I was afraid, there was serial killer ‘The Night Stalker’ soon to be captured- so, I had the US Festival with Bono, Chrissie Hynde and band- extraordinary- I thought Terri Nunn was very good, early in the day- but Nicks and Bowie and Bono- I got a ride back to LA, and soon was in love.  All by 22.

 Around ‘87, after 2 Europe trips set up for me from ex-agent at 9000, I had a good ‘book’ again and ‘was’ fortunate, and got another chance in L.A. I did make them laugh, ‘how many other old ladies’-  “That fucking kid!’’- and I wasn’t a kid by then- if I go into more details- i was what did they call it- ‘’an also ran?’’ “not even a wanna be? a never gonna be?”-but did get driven from was it 9240 Sunset to ye-olde-Silverlake ‘’eyelash vegetable dye’’ (for $10- I tipped her $30,  she was beautiful, told me I was but So masculine- painting my eyelashes- make one eye ‘brown’ and not black on the lower lashes, it will look natural!”-  “Good idea!”-- I would NOT wear mascara- it lasted a couple months, did look good, and it felt good, and I wouldn’t wear much makeup, and always have been- vision challenged after dark- it was why I photographed 

pretty unremarkably well-before Milton, working from the ‘9000 building’- 

Sunset- way lame things so pretty glad there’s not easy to find proof- Venice Beach studio was $125 an hour with an engineer, I’d get driven down there on Lyle’s Harley- he was 20 yrs older- so, another sloppy segue into tangentville and I may - you’ll hate it- start posting some- new- video, the comedic ‘country classics medley’- for a non existent greatest hits tv commercial- and I was funny- I guess I have to prove it, soon.  Sigh. IS this the way to start on Tumblr?

It still feels like I’m doing nothing.  Maybe wasting peoples time, and my own.

That’s anti-social media?  It’s ok if Tumblrs hate me- I can disappear. Did and still can.  I know when to find some other sucker, make a graceful exit out.

That sounds cynical.  It was a pretty good ending to a song I could hit out of a thimble, every time- also, ‘maybe you just caught my vibe’

I have to DO something about it, not INFLICT myself upon others.

I feel fine.  People are busy.  May I say Thank You.  Thank You.

I have no idea what Tumblr will help me do- or if it’s supposed help me at all, but I feel sure I’m doing it improperly.  You can tell, I’m not a writer.

I’m a performer.  And I still haven’t recovered from the 80s and 90s.

What a pussy, right?  Is that allowed?  Oh, and yes, I’m a dude.

Pics?   Would it hurt me?  I think it might.  But, I’m not sure if I care if I get hurt. Eli Lilley or Phizer or whoever- must have something for it.  

I’m an old fashioned pharmaceutical kind of guy

Your doctor said THAT?

Yes. why, I replied to my big sister, whom gifted, brilliant and truthful- called me ‘Zoolander’ and her teen son liked my Melrose Ave leather biker jacket- “Oh,he loves it hun, but it’s a little male stripper looking’’

Diane von Foustenberg - spleling- sorry- her first husband was a real Prince in Europe- I was thrilled in the 90s to find one of his 1970′s I think- beautifully constructed suits in NYC, and it had a joint in the pocket!  3 piece suit, I’m too thin to wear it now- I sang- and sometimes in suits- but thanks, big sister, male stripper- a guy in LA needed- or wanted- a cool Harley jacket.

The unique Nucleus Sparck- is confused and tired.  Duh.  And thank you.

Traz is in da zone- can everybody type whilst sleeping?  I ‘can’-  I talk about it with my doctor.  Yes, I’d deserve it if replied I could make anybody go to sleep, reading me.  Does - I’ll find out- Tumblr come with a ‘sound’ option- I think it does.  

I’ve had enough fun for one day, or more, tonight.  Hi, Tumbrls, again.

If there’s a hate key, and you do, press it, and I’ll stop.  Sleep nicely.