-Nial Kent
“The Divided Path”
I am on a roll where music is concerned. I love the little orchestra group ‘PINK MARTINI’ from Oregon. They became successful in Europe with their smash hit ‘Sympatique’ back in 1997. I am in brainwash mode today as I am repeatedly playing ‘Amado Mio’ (translated ‘My Beloved).
Their music provides the most perfect dinner party crowd tunes. Keep that in mind for your next one.
Listen to ‘Amado Mio’ here:
http://www.bing.com/videos/search?q=pink+martini&qs=AS&first=21&docid=990542102929&mid=6E8FD22A159571E819396E8FD22A159571E81939&FORM=VIVR18#
Their new SPLENDOR IN THE GRASS album will be released on October 13, 2009. It will be available on AMAZON.com on October 27, 2009 (and Pre-Orders can be set up now):
http://www.amazon.com/Splendor-Grass-Pink-Martini/dp/B002MD3UGO/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&s=music&qid=1251583219&sr=8-1
Alan and I saw them perform (for the 2nd time) at CARNEGIE HALL on June 18, 2009. I am thrilled to be seeing them perform again on October 3, 2009 at the Napa Valley Opera House. China Forbes’ voice charms me to no end.
Check their tour schedule:
http://www.pinkmartini.com/events/pm_events.html
You don’t want to miss them. Trust me.
Twenty-five years ago today:
September 6, 1984
Thursday
It was an eventful day and night—to say the least!
I spent the early morning with Karen Newton, going over my practice New Connect Order cases. Then I started on my pass/fail role play tests.
For lunch I met Wayne and Paul who came in to San Francisco. Joe Sandford, my coworker in-training, joined us. We ate Chinese food at the Galleria. The English lads explored San Francisco and met me at 6PM. We took BART together back to the Fruitvale Station. Then, I drove to pick up my bike at Joe’s Bike Shop. Wayne thought my Dad owned the bike shop because he knew my Dad is named “Joe”. I had to laugh at that one.
Once home I needed my space so they politely knew it was time to vanish. Both Paul and Wayne went outside to play catch.
I went over to my Mom’s to give her a marble/brass gift and a card of a ‘pearl’ for her 49th Birthday TODAY. She was so happy. I love my mom so much. I am glad she looks so well and has completely recovered.
I finally received a message from Chris Cordellos while at work today. I returned his phone call.
“You won’t believe this. Ed Fox died in a motorcycle accident on Monday,” Chris said.
That was a shock. I remember him well when I went to visit Chris up in Eureka. It’s sad. It makes me realize—yet again—how life is short and that it could happen at any time.
I enjoyed a roast beef sandwich at mom’s and then played with Ashley for a while. When I decided to return home I found Paul and Wayne lying on my bed. They were just resting and being overly comfortable with my accommodations. My room is a bloody mess as it is. I did not let it 'get to me'. They would be gone soon.
We started to get dressed to go out to Baxter’s for drinks and dancing again tonight. Chris Cordellos called and I asked him to meet us there.
“Well, could you pick me up?” Chris asked.
I agreed.
Of course, the damn Englanders had to have a pizza at La Val's Pizza first. They loved the pizza there. It was like having two little boys. I agreed to get the pizza and they jumped up and down like little schoolboys.
Chris mentioned Ed Fox again and started to speak negatively to Paul and Wayne about Baxter’s. What a creep. I hate complaints from people when we’re about to have a supposedly ‘good time’. I do know that I am that way at times. I think I get it from Sue Miller who has that recurring habit of complaining. I just want to feel good and have a good time no matter what.
There weren’t too many HOT looking people at Baxter’s on this Thursday night. I did see Lisa Coleman. She gave me her telephone number. She seems real nice. I will call her one day. I will.
Chris was telling me that his friend, Grant, came up to visit on Labor Day Weekend. It was ‘shit like that’ I did not want to hear. I listened anyway. As Chris was talking to me Ron walked into Baxter’s. He is that guy we met at Sun Valley Mall last week. He is the muscular dunce cap. He enticed Chris but got nowhere (so I am told from Chris). I believe that 1982 ‘Lies Lies Lies’ song by the Thompson Twins may have been made just for Chris. Is he lying?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-x3TMBeX-ws&feature=related
I easily drank four beers. Wayne bought me my first Harvey Wallbanger. What a name for a drink! It was so “powerful”. I don’t remember how I drove home but I do know that I did drive. Chris, Wayne and Paul all accompanied me to my house.
We all (Chris, Paul, Wayne and me) sort of mutually agreed that we would all go to Los Angeles on Monday. I think plans have changed now—for sure—after the events on this night. I am the “key” decision maker. I am the “driver” after all.
Chris slept in my Queen-sized brass bed with Wayne while Paul slept downstairs on the big couch. I did not think there would be any harm or problems. I wanted to sleep alone in the separate bedroom because I had to get up early to go to work. I knew they all wanted to ‘sleep in’ after our night out on the town.
Chris claimed that Wayne put his cheek on Chris’ shoulder.
“Yeah, and Wayne put my hand on his privates area,” Chris said seriously.
“Then I went down on him,” Chris said as redness showed up on his face.
“Then I just freaked out. Because when I went down on him, Wayne got up and called me a homo and went straight downstairs to sleep on the love-seat couch,” Chris said fearfully.
When Wayne went downstairs Chris came to where I was sleeping to give me this shocking news. Chris was terrified.
“I can’t believe you did that,” I said, “I told you they were straight.”
“Yeah, but Wayne told me that he would kick my ass if I was still here in the morning,” Chris said, pleading with me for an answer.
Chris was so ‘freaking out’. I was too hung over to even register the whole incident. Ironically, Chris and I ended up having a quick lovemaking session. Once Chris ‘got off’ he fell asleep.
As I realized all that had happened I knew now that Chris is not dependable as a “lover”. What a fool I've been to be led on.
Chris even asked with tears going down his face, “Michael, what am I gonna do? Why do I always mess up and do things this way?” I think that’s why I gave in with the lovemaking effort. I don’t know. It’s all so foolish. He made me feel sorry for him when he was the one who probably initiated it all.
Chris is not a reliable source. I should have known for a Pisces (the same as George G. Jones). All I knew is that it would be interesting to exchange words with Wayne in the morning. Yawn...to one helluva 'Harvey Wallbanger' evening.
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