Saturday, May 25, 2013
Barry Singing with Himself
So far, my favorite thing to listen to has been when Barry Manilow sings with his own self. So far I have come across three examples of this: The current way he is playing Mandy/Could it be Magic with his youthful self as he appeared on the Dick Clark show many years ago, and on two of his songs: One Voice and Nevertheless. I've listened to one particular section of his rendition of Nevertheless countless times, trying to confirm that's actually his voice singing the low part. I just find it hard to believe that his voice can actually go this low, unless maybe it's being aided by some sort of machine. It says in the liner notes, All Vocals: Barry Manilow but he has been known to pretend to tap dance and to pretend to play clarinet and saxophone, so maybe he is just pretending to sing that low part. It's just so low! Is that really him singing?
Tuesday, May 21, 2013
More About Barry
Ok so my first and second Barry Mani-shows are behind me and I can't wait to see him again! I've been devouring everything I can get my hands on for these last (what?) 4 weeks or so (?) as follows:
First I went to the library to see if they had any DVDs of him. I knew there was this Ultimate Manilow DVD on Amazon for just under thirty bucks but wasn't sure if I was ready to commit to that or not. I couldn't find any DVDs but did take out a CD of him singing a bunch of Sinatra songs, since that was all I could find. I've never been a fan of Frank Sinatra but I was willing to hear Barry's take on his music. I may end up writing a review of that one for Amazon; it's awesome, as is he.
I gave up on the library and started looking in stores for stuff. I ended up at Best Buy after Target and Walmart both turned up empty. Best Buy had the CD version of this Ultimate Manilow I referenced above for $9.99. I had watched enough of this on YouTube to know I would enjoy listening to it, but what I really wanted was the DVD. I searched all of their concert DVDs and even checked their computer and they just didn't seem to have it. The other CD offering, "The Essential Manilow" had 2 discs with 17 songs on each, and cost $13.99. I realized in the early stages of this re-discovery phase that I would rather hear the original songs than the version he sang for that TV special, so I bought the more expensive CD and haven't regretted it since. It's a wonderful double disc set.
So I haven't listened to the radio in my car for the last 4 weeks because all I want to listen to is Barry, and they just don't play him on the radio. I'm not sick of any of the CDs yet and actually considered renewing the Sinatra one when it was coming due, but in the end I just returned it and scoured the shelves for another one, and ended up with the Greatest Love Songs of All Time, which is good because I've been looking for his version of Love Me Tender on YouTube and so far have been unable to find it.
In the meantime I've also read his book, "Sweet Life (Adventures on the Way to Paradise)", that was published in 1987. I've been watching interviews, reading articles and interviews and listening to his songs on YouTube in every minute of my spare time. I love the old ones, the recent ones, and all the ones in between.
I've been checking his tour schedule so I know what to enter for search terms when seeking the latest concert videos. I love watching other people's concert footage as much as I love watching my own. It doesn't bother me hearing him tell the same jokes and stories, and singing the same songs in the same order, over and over again. I keep watching him sing to Jenny McCarthy on Donny and Marie and singing Strangers in the Night with bronchitis and Rosie O'Donnell. Every now and again I get a hankering to watch him sing "Can't Smile Without You" with some lucky audience member, and there are plenty of these posted on YouTube so I can see a different one any time I feel like it.
Anyway, what I really came here to write about tonight were my observations over this time watching all of these videos. First of all, he is (or has been) a smoker. I read in an article that he had smoked for 30 years, given it up, started back up again when he was in Vegas, and ended up smoking electronic cigarettes and wanting to quit. It's also mentioned in his book, and there is at least one video on YouTube where he reaches into his breast pocket during a break as though he's getting ready to light one up. Of course this made me love him more! No wonder he battles bronchitis. He shouldn't be a smoker and a singer! But then I wonder if that's where he gets the raspiness I love so much?
The other thing I've noticed is Barry is a bit of a potty mouth! Obviously it's completely in control, but he's let enough slip that it makes me believe that when he's not on stage or in public, he probably lets the swear words fly! This is what makes me say that: There's one clip where he's asking people in the front row how many shows they've been to. Someone gives a number like 145 or thereabouts and he gasps and says Holy Shit! It's not the first time I've heard him say shit, but I can't give another specific example. There's an outtake from American Idol where the young contestant walks up to the piano player thinking he's Barry and Barry mutters after she leaves the room, "it's just so fucking depressing" which they not only bleeped out but even covered his mouth with an American Idol logo but you can still tell that's definitely what he said (and it was hilarious!). Just yesterday I found one from 1998 where he's telling his Manchester audience how he was able to say tits on the Parkinson show and he goes off on a bit of a rampage spewing "tits" and "penis" repeatedly in various sentences. He also mentions his ass at least once. It's adorable. Just the look on his face and the way he covers his mouth, his hand gestures and facial expressions, I could watch him over and over in this four minute clip.
I love that I live in a world where I can seek this stuff out and keep finding it. He's a very guarded individual and has blatantly stated that people don't know him, can't know him from his singing and his concerts and he's right, we can't. We don't know him. But I feel like I am learning more about him, and so far everything new I've learned, I've liked.
Only one negative comment has been made to me, although I know there are all kinds of horrible rumors swirling around the internet, but the one thing I've heard in person was that he would cancel his shows in Vegas if the venue had sold less than two thirds.of the tickets. Who knows if it's true. Maybe he had bronchitis, which was the reason his last three shows in Texas had to be postponed. I'm really happy I saw him when I did, who knows how much longer he'll go on, but I am also happy I didn't take time off from work and spend money flying to Texas to chase him around. Not that I ever seriously considered it but imagine if I had, and he postponed? I'd be bullshit!
First I went to the library to see if they had any DVDs of him. I knew there was this Ultimate Manilow DVD on Amazon for just under thirty bucks but wasn't sure if I was ready to commit to that or not. I couldn't find any DVDs but did take out a CD of him singing a bunch of Sinatra songs, since that was all I could find. I've never been a fan of Frank Sinatra but I was willing to hear Barry's take on his music. I may end up writing a review of that one for Amazon; it's awesome, as is he.
I gave up on the library and started looking in stores for stuff. I ended up at Best Buy after Target and Walmart both turned up empty. Best Buy had the CD version of this Ultimate Manilow I referenced above for $9.99. I had watched enough of this on YouTube to know I would enjoy listening to it, but what I really wanted was the DVD. I searched all of their concert DVDs and even checked their computer and they just didn't seem to have it. The other CD offering, "The Essential Manilow" had 2 discs with 17 songs on each, and cost $13.99. I realized in the early stages of this re-discovery phase that I would rather hear the original songs than the version he sang for that TV special, so I bought the more expensive CD and haven't regretted it since. It's a wonderful double disc set.
So I haven't listened to the radio in my car for the last 4 weeks because all I want to listen to is Barry, and they just don't play him on the radio. I'm not sick of any of the CDs yet and actually considered renewing the Sinatra one when it was coming due, but in the end I just returned it and scoured the shelves for another one, and ended up with the Greatest Love Songs of All Time, which is good because I've been looking for his version of Love Me Tender on YouTube and so far have been unable to find it.
In the meantime I've also read his book, "Sweet Life (Adventures on the Way to Paradise)", that was published in 1987. I've been watching interviews, reading articles and interviews and listening to his songs on YouTube in every minute of my spare time. I love the old ones, the recent ones, and all the ones in between.
I've been checking his tour schedule so I know what to enter for search terms when seeking the latest concert videos. I love watching other people's concert footage as much as I love watching my own. It doesn't bother me hearing him tell the same jokes and stories, and singing the same songs in the same order, over and over again. I keep watching him sing to Jenny McCarthy on Donny and Marie and singing Strangers in the Night with bronchitis and Rosie O'Donnell. Every now and again I get a hankering to watch him sing "Can't Smile Without You" with some lucky audience member, and there are plenty of these posted on YouTube so I can see a different one any time I feel like it.
Anyway, what I really came here to write about tonight were my observations over this time watching all of these videos. First of all, he is (or has been) a smoker. I read in an article that he had smoked for 30 years, given it up, started back up again when he was in Vegas, and ended up smoking electronic cigarettes and wanting to quit. It's also mentioned in his book, and there is at least one video on YouTube where he reaches into his breast pocket during a break as though he's getting ready to light one up. Of course this made me love him more! No wonder he battles bronchitis. He shouldn't be a smoker and a singer! But then I wonder if that's where he gets the raspiness I love so much?
The other thing I've noticed is Barry is a bit of a potty mouth! Obviously it's completely in control, but he's let enough slip that it makes me believe that when he's not on stage or in public, he probably lets the swear words fly! This is what makes me say that: There's one clip where he's asking people in the front row how many shows they've been to. Someone gives a number like 145 or thereabouts and he gasps and says Holy Shit! It's not the first time I've heard him say shit, but I can't give another specific example. There's an outtake from American Idol where the young contestant walks up to the piano player thinking he's Barry and Barry mutters after she leaves the room, "it's just so fucking depressing" which they not only bleeped out but even covered his mouth with an American Idol logo but you can still tell that's definitely what he said (and it was hilarious!). Just yesterday I found one from 1998 where he's telling his Manchester audience how he was able to say tits on the Parkinson show and he goes off on a bit of a rampage spewing "tits" and "penis" repeatedly in various sentences. He also mentions his ass at least once. It's adorable. Just the look on his face and the way he covers his mouth, his hand gestures and facial expressions, I could watch him over and over in this four minute clip.
I love that I live in a world where I can seek this stuff out and keep finding it. He's a very guarded individual and has blatantly stated that people don't know him, can't know him from his singing and his concerts and he's right, we can't. We don't know him. But I feel like I am learning more about him, and so far everything new I've learned, I've liked.
Only one negative comment has been made to me, although I know there are all kinds of horrible rumors swirling around the internet, but the one thing I've heard in person was that he would cancel his shows in Vegas if the venue had sold less than two thirds.of the tickets. Who knows if it's true. Maybe he had bronchitis, which was the reason his last three shows in Texas had to be postponed. I'm really happy I saw him when I did, who knows how much longer he'll go on, but I am also happy I didn't take time off from work and spend money flying to Texas to chase him around. Not that I ever seriously considered it but imagine if I had, and he postponed? I'd be bullshit!
Friday, May 3, 2013
Gerry and Barry
I haven't written in a long time. I got the urge to write tonight about my feelings for Barry Manilow. I'm surprised I didn't feel compelled to come here and make a post this time last year when I was freaking out about Gerry Polci. The way I'm acting now with Barry Manilow music and videos is a lot like how I was last year with Frankie Valli and the Four Seasons. For a while there, I just couldn't get enough! Last year I went to see the Hit Men in concert every chance I got, because I wanted to watch Gerry play drums and hear him sing.
One week from tonight, I am going to see Barry Manilow perform at Mohegan Sun. I was an enormous Fanilow back when I was about 10, before the term even existed. I listened to his records constantly and watched him on TV every chance I got. Well, that little ten year old had no internet, and no concept of how a grown up human being might possibly be lucky enough to swing tickets to see a performer like him live, in person. Now, 36 years later, I am indulging that little ten year old still inside me with all of the clips on YouTube I can find. And in a week, her dream of seeing him perform will be realized.
Granted, he's close to 70 years old. Not quite as cute as he used to be. But enough fans have posted enough clips of him on tour the last week or ten days, and he still can belt out the songs, and still seems to be as motivated as ever to give his fans their money's worth. I'm really looking forward to the show.
One week from tonight, I am going to see Barry Manilow perform at Mohegan Sun. I was an enormous Fanilow back when I was about 10, before the term even existed. I listened to his records constantly and watched him on TV every chance I got. Well, that little ten year old had no internet, and no concept of how a grown up human being might possibly be lucky enough to swing tickets to see a performer like him live, in person. Now, 36 years later, I am indulging that little ten year old still inside me with all of the clips on YouTube I can find. And in a week, her dream of seeing him perform will be realized.
Granted, he's close to 70 years old. Not quite as cute as he used to be. But enough fans have posted enough clips of him on tour the last week or ten days, and he still can belt out the songs, and still seems to be as motivated as ever to give his fans their money's worth. I'm really looking forward to the show.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
July Dream Journal
As usual, I can only remember portions of last night's dreams. The first thing I remember clearly is our housemate, Mike, coming out to my office where I was working and saying one word: "Cigarette". From this I knew he was saying I had left a cigarette burning elsewhere in the house and we were lucky I did not burn it down.
The next segment took place at a restaurant. I had driven there and found a parking spot only to remember they closed at 8 and it was right around 8PM. I got out of the car and walked up to the restaurant and confirmed they were indeed closed. On my way back to my car, my dog Sabrina got out of somebody else's car, and I remarked what a pretty dog she was, and then I realized even though it made no sense that she had arrived with a stranger, she was my Sabrina! She and I started walking towards my car and we came upon a wild animal of some sort. It seemed to be a cross between a wild boar and a cheetah. Even though I had no name for this creature, I could clearly tell it was vicious. I tried calling Sabrina away from the beast but she was intrigued, she wanted to play or fight with it. I screamed and shook my keys and the animal lost interest in Sabrina and became very interested in me instead. I thought, Oh Shit, I should have left well enough alone. It lunged at me and grabbed my keys. I was relieved that was all it wanted, but I had no idea how we were going to get home.
That's all I can remember.
The next segment took place at a restaurant. I had driven there and found a parking spot only to remember they closed at 8 and it was right around 8PM. I got out of the car and walked up to the restaurant and confirmed they were indeed closed. On my way back to my car, my dog Sabrina got out of somebody else's car, and I remarked what a pretty dog she was, and then I realized even though it made no sense that she had arrived with a stranger, she was my Sabrina! She and I started walking towards my car and we came upon a wild animal of some sort. It seemed to be a cross between a wild boar and a cheetah. Even though I had no name for this creature, I could clearly tell it was vicious. I tried calling Sabrina away from the beast but she was intrigued, she wanted to play or fight with it. I screamed and shook my keys and the animal lost interest in Sabrina and became very interested in me instead. I thought, Oh Shit, I should have left well enough alone. It lunged at me and grabbed my keys. I was relieved that was all it wanted, but I had no idea how we were going to get home.
That's all I can remember.
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Poker, poker, poker
Every Sunday at Trackside Grill in Ashland, every Monday at Sully's in Marlboro, every Tuesday at Shopper's Cafe in Waltham, Every Wednesday at Applebee's in Hudson and every Thursday at the Best Western/Royal Plaza in Marlboro, myself and a bunch of other EPT players get together and play a little cards. It's ironic that we are the "Framingham" league because not one single game takes place here in my home town.
Sundays at the Sudbury American Legion I have a chance to warm up a bit, with my old crew, VC and company. There's no jukebox allowed on Sundays, because it's coin-operated, but for whatever reason drinking and Keno are both not only permitted but actually encouraged.
Friday and Saturday nights I do not have any regular card games set up except for the third Friday of every month which is my traveling home game.
My dear friend ES used to set up online tournaments, three an evening, until something must have happened because lately I've stopped receiving those invites.
All this poker is a little reminiscent of two years ago when I was playing most nights of the week and even made a blog post with the exact same title.
My reasons then were largely the same as my reasons now. I am a people person. I am interested in learning how to better understand my intuition. I am not trying to win, not interested in winning, and people find that odd which is fine by me.
Mostly I'm there because of my Belief Systems.
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See you tonight
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Sundays at the Sudbury American Legion I have a chance to warm up a bit, with my old crew, VC and company. There's no jukebox allowed on Sundays, because it's coin-operated, but for whatever reason drinking and Keno are both not only permitted but actually encouraged.
Friday and Saturday nights I do not have any regular card games set up except for the third Friday of every month which is my traveling home game.
My dear friend ES used to set up online tournaments, three an evening, until something must have happened because lately I've stopped receiving those invites.
All this poker is a little reminiscent of two years ago when I was playing most nights of the week and even made a blog post with the exact same title.
My reasons then were largely the same as my reasons now. I am a people person. I am interested in learning how to better understand my intuition. I am not trying to win, not interested in winning, and people find that odd which is fine by me.
Mostly I'm there because of my Belief Systems.
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See you tonight
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Thursday, May 26, 2011
Should You Offer Help? (Part 1)
| REPRINTED WITHOUT PERMISSION from NDW but lots from Higher Sources (and there's More where That Came From, of Course ) |
| Never offer the kind of help that disempowers. Never insist on offering the help you think is needed. Let the person or people in need know all that you have to give -- then listen to what they want; see what they are ready to receive. Offer the help that is wanted. Often, the person or people will say, or exhibit by their behavior, that they just want to be left alone. Despite what you think you'd like to give, leaving them alone might be the Highest Gift you can then offer. If, at a later time, something else is wanted or desired, you will be caused to notice if it is yours to give. If it is, then give it. |
Conversations With God, Book 2 Neale Donald Walsch Page 178 |
Thursday, May 19, 2011
Drums and Nephews
I've never had kids, never been pregnant, and cannot comprehend the responsibility of bringing a person into this world and having to care and feed it until it can fend for itself. I admire and respect every mother I've ever met; it cannot be an easy job.
I have two nephews, age 18 and 12. I've never had enough money to be able to lavish love on the boys in a material way. Instead I've tried to connect with them, to bond with them, mostly with my time. Oftentimes our oldest sister would buy a gift for one of the boys, and offer to let me go in on it. Many times I've taken her up on this, and appreciate her doing the leg work.
I've never considered myself a good gift giver, I've never really felt I knew or understood what other people wanted and why.
However, lately that seems to be changing.
Recently my oldest sister and I had breakfast with the woman who cared for my dad for 8 years. Somehow I knew what I could bring her. I had a shirt of my mom's that I never wear because it has shoulder pads and a turtleneck and yet it is short-sleeved. I don't wear short-sleeved turtlenecks, it feels like a contradiction to me. (Short sleeves are for summer, and turtlenecks are for winter, wtf Ma? Waddupwiddat?)
Ekiria appreciated the shirt, and I feel certain she will wear it herself or find a good home for it.
Something also told me she might like some pictures, so I made a copy of a photo of Dad's surviving family at his Memorial Service August 26th last year, and another one of our whole family from 1996 or 97 when our mom was still alive. I couldn't decide if she might want some lilacs as well so I offered them to her, and in fact she did want them, so I gave her a bunch. It's not like I couldn't get more :)
Recently I discovered I have been friends with someone online who has a daddy that was once in a famous rock band a long time ago. I had no idea this kid was who he is, until after I had already found myself agreeing with nearly everything he said on our forum, prompting me to reach out to him in a PM to let him know I lived in his state and would be happy to get together and chat if we could pull it together some time.
After returning from NC, where I learned there were two more people from my state on the forums (they read a lot but don't post much, so I had no idea who they were) I decided it was time to try putting together a Massachusetts MBT meetup. I love Tom Campbell, and I love his books, I love his forums, and I love getting together with other people who love all that too! So I organized a meetup at the same place I attended my first Consciousness meetup, around Halloween in 2009.
I realize I am taking a long time to get to the drums and the nephews, but that is because I had such a good time at the first and second meetups, and enjoyed the son of the drummer's company on a mushroom hunt in between, and got to meet the famous drummer himself and hang out at their house for a while, and started listening to that old band's music again in earnest, and realized my nephews might like this music, particularly the older one who is a drummer himself.
Then I happened to be in Wal-Mart buying my first MP3 player and what did I see but a boxed set of this band's first two albums at the incredible bargain price of $11.88. My close friend BB's twins were born in November of 1988 so this was a meaningful number to me, and of course I had planned to buy it already anyway, even if the price tag said $25-$30.
I sent my nephew a Facebook message letting him know that the drumming in one of the songs on the first album that I really really love, doesn't actually have my friend's daddy drumming on it, but I hoped he thought the rest of it was ok, and he replied that the drumming was solid.
My nephews are both graduating next month - one from elementary school and the other one from high school. When I graduated high school, my family had my sister's graduation from college that same weekend, and somehow this feels like it's come full circle for me. I want to be at both of their graduations, and I want to come up with some memorable gifts.
My young friend doesn't even realize he brought me closer to my older nephew with the mere fact of his simple existence. Having met rock stars, even aging ones, is a pretty cool thing in most people's eyes. I've met more than my share, in fact there are only two more I can think of that I would be happy to meet. Other than that I'm all set.
It's hard to explain how my friendship with Adam brought me closer to Teryn. They are only about four years apart in age, and although he is not a drummer, he IS a musician, and has a lot of joie de vivre. He would set a good example for both my nephews if there was ever a way I could get them all in one room together. His dad still works as a professional drummer who I invited my nephews to go see with me next month, but with the graduations and family stuff, I'm not sure it will work out.
I am very happy for Tom Campbell's Big TOE and the people it's lately connecting me with. The impact it's had on my life has been significant, and I am grateful to the universe for answering my prayer of bringing me a smart, non-drinker, non-TV watching, non-sports person, who would be open with me and answer my direct questions with straightforward answers and help me learn how to be the best me I can be. It's been a fantastic 18 months!
Love,
Lynda
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I have two nephews, age 18 and 12. I've never had enough money to be able to lavish love on the boys in a material way. Instead I've tried to connect with them, to bond with them, mostly with my time. Oftentimes our oldest sister would buy a gift for one of the boys, and offer to let me go in on it. Many times I've taken her up on this, and appreciate her doing the leg work.
I've never considered myself a good gift giver, I've never really felt I knew or understood what other people wanted and why.
However, lately that seems to be changing.
Recently my oldest sister and I had breakfast with the woman who cared for my dad for 8 years. Somehow I knew what I could bring her. I had a shirt of my mom's that I never wear because it has shoulder pads and a turtleneck and yet it is short-sleeved. I don't wear short-sleeved turtlenecks, it feels like a contradiction to me. (Short sleeves are for summer, and turtlenecks are for winter, wtf Ma? Waddupwiddat?)
Ekiria appreciated the shirt, and I feel certain she will wear it herself or find a good home for it.
Something also told me she might like some pictures, so I made a copy of a photo of Dad's surviving family at his Memorial Service August 26th last year, and another one of our whole family from 1996 or 97 when our mom was still alive. I couldn't decide if she might want some lilacs as well so I offered them to her, and in fact she did want them, so I gave her a bunch. It's not like I couldn't get more :)
Recently I discovered I have been friends with someone online who has a daddy that was once in a famous rock band a long time ago. I had no idea this kid was who he is, until after I had already found myself agreeing with nearly everything he said on our forum, prompting me to reach out to him in a PM to let him know I lived in his state and would be happy to get together and chat if we could pull it together some time.
After returning from NC, where I learned there were two more people from my state on the forums (they read a lot but don't post much, so I had no idea who they were) I decided it was time to try putting together a Massachusetts MBT meetup. I love Tom Campbell, and I love his books, I love his forums, and I love getting together with other people who love all that too! So I organized a meetup at the same place I attended my first Consciousness meetup, around Halloween in 2009.
I realize I am taking a long time to get to the drums and the nephews, but that is because I had such a good time at the first and second meetups, and enjoyed the son of the drummer's company on a mushroom hunt in between, and got to meet the famous drummer himself and hang out at their house for a while, and started listening to that old band's music again in earnest, and realized my nephews might like this music, particularly the older one who is a drummer himself.
Then I happened to be in Wal-Mart buying my first MP3 player and what did I see but a boxed set of this band's first two albums at the incredible bargain price of $11.88. My close friend BB's twins were born in November of 1988 so this was a meaningful number to me, and of course I had planned to buy it already anyway, even if the price tag said $25-$30.
I sent my nephew a Facebook message letting him know that the drumming in one of the songs on the first album that I really really love, doesn't actually have my friend's daddy drumming on it, but I hoped he thought the rest of it was ok, and he replied that the drumming was solid.
My nephews are both graduating next month - one from elementary school and the other one from high school. When I graduated high school, my family had my sister's graduation from college that same weekend, and somehow this feels like it's come full circle for me. I want to be at both of their graduations, and I want to come up with some memorable gifts.
My young friend doesn't even realize he brought me closer to my older nephew with the mere fact of his simple existence. Having met rock stars, even aging ones, is a pretty cool thing in most people's eyes. I've met more than my share, in fact there are only two more I can think of that I would be happy to meet. Other than that I'm all set.
It's hard to explain how my friendship with Adam brought me closer to Teryn. They are only about four years apart in age, and although he is not a drummer, he IS a musician, and has a lot of joie de vivre. He would set a good example for both my nephews if there was ever a way I could get them all in one room together. His dad still works as a professional drummer who I invited my nephews to go see with me next month, but with the graduations and family stuff, I'm not sure it will work out.
I am very happy for Tom Campbell's Big TOE and the people it's lately connecting me with. The impact it's had on my life has been significant, and I am grateful to the universe for answering my prayer of bringing me a smart, non-drinker, non-TV watching, non-sports person, who would be open with me and answer my direct questions with straightforward answers and help me learn how to be the best me I can be. It's been a fantastic 18 months!
Love,
Lynda
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