i just love this one

dark side of night...

love it

-------------------------------------

Bleeding me though my heart is dry

This knife is a symbol dark side of night

Killer's on the run with a halo of lies

Raising the hell within us as the angels fly

There's a rain tonight falling from the sky

There's a liar's moon tonight--

Dark side of night

The secret chasm, hole in my heart

Fire's raging on us burning like a scar

Made of flesh and blood

My soul's made of stone

My flame is burning out now

Nightmares alone

There's a rain tonight falling from the sky

There's a liar's moon tonight

Dark side of night~                                                                  

hey universe...

sometimes you need to take a risk and throw it out there as hard as you can...this is the only way i know how -- alone, uncensored, free

so...here goes:

it would be a honor & privilege to contribute any writing to any script green day creates for american idiot--

i'm puttin' it out there....WAY OUT THERE~                         

DON'T MESS WITH THE MESS-AROUND...

take a group of genius musicians, add music that's so catchy you can't turn it off and you have stop, drop and roll!!! the soon-to-be new release from the internationally acclaimed band, the foxboro hot tubs

the hot tubs are a cagey lot that have produced a collection of subversively delicious bits of ear candy

the music may snag you at first -- but the lyrics kill on future listens~

the 60s are turned upside down -- like if you took the monkees 'the last train to clarksville' and redubbed it 'the last train to clarksville (before i blow my brains out)'...

don't be a sucker...pre-order here:

http://www.amazon.com/Stop-Drop-Roll-Foxboro-Tubs/dp/B0015FHDRW

or download the 'b' side songs here:

http://www.foxborohottubsdownload.com/

where's my $600?

that's what i wanted to know standing in line at the bank the other morning...so, of course, i asked the teller outloud

the guy next to me said, 'i can tell you exactly when you're going to get your money...what are the last two digits of your social security number?'

'what are you, an accountant?,' i joked nervously -- 'yes, i am,' he replied -- i told him my digits, he said, 'may 10,'

now, at this point i'm a thinkin', 'how come the government is giving us this money, really?'

anywayzzz...if uncle sam has enough to give us non-money-having-people $600 WHOLE MORE DOLLARS U.S. then, at this point, again, i'm a 'thinkin we could probably get more, probably A LOT MORE --

i'm just really glad we're getting something for nothing! (cuz that happens every day!)

'member 3 years ago; we got like $300, right?

look, we got a raise~                                                                

SANCTUARY

my land is bare of chattering folk;

the clouds are low along the ridges,

and sweet's the air with curly smoke

from all my burning bridges.

                                                       dorothy parker~1931                                                                                     

tip of the hat...

to dan rodricks...

http://weblogs.baltimoresun.com/news/local/rodricks/blog/

the emperor's new clothes~

Many years ago, there lived an emperor who was quite an average fairy tale ruler, with one exception: he cared much about his clothes. One day he heard from two swindlers named Guido and Luigi Farabutto that they could make the finest suit of clothes from the most beautiful cloth. This cloth, they said, also had the special capability that it was invisible to anyone who was either stupid or not fit for his position.

Being a bit nervous about whether he himself would be able to see the cloth, the emperor first sent two of his trusted men to see it. Of course, neither would admit that they could not see the cloth and so praised it. All the townspeople had also heard of the cloth and were interested to learn how stupid their neighbors were.

The emperor then allowed himself to be dressed in the clothes for a procession through town, never admitting that he was too unfit and stupid to see what he was wearing. He was afraid that the other people would think that he was stupid.

Of course, all the townspeople wildly praised the magnificent clothes of the emperor, afraid to admit that they could not see them, until a small child said:

"But he has nothing on!"

This was whispered from person to person until everyone in the crowd was shouting that the emperor had nothing on. The emperor heard it and felt that they were correct, but he held his head high and finished the procession.                                                                                                    (for those who may not know, i didn't write this, that nod goes to hans christian andersen...niki)                                                                                                                                      

OK...I'M AN JERK

i've been getting a lot of shit in the last several days, personally and in print, regarding my characterization of some women at a bobby sherman concert in 1998...

i'm not retracting my comments--i will, instead, elaborate on my original observation for further clarification that i am not the anti-christ...'K?

(and, i will not print a picture of the women mentioned in my friend dan's column--go talk to him about it--)

these women i wrote of didn't need to lose 20, 30 or even 50 pounds, these were morbidly obese women who were pushing 400 pounds at least and it depressed me -- here were my peers, these 40-year-old women, and here they had let themselves fall into such a state of disrepair it was astonishing...and embarrassing to me for some reason -- i don't know where it comes from, but inherently, morbid obesity makes me angry...

trying desperately not to judge for a moment, i looked at these women with an overwhelming sense of melancholy as they clung to that chain-link fence screaming out for their idols...

for that wisp of time i imagined all of us there that evening as the 13-year-olds we had been: naive, vibrant, hopeful...

i got sad and mad and i dared to say said it out loud--

dissect it. analyze it. do what you will...i'm sure it's my problem not theirs -- they were at the concert just trying to have fun

most days i'm fairly compassionate and empathetic--however, i do have a terrible mean streak as the result of being mentally tortured by a very cruel father for, oh, 30 years or so-- (you gotta think fast and mean when you're a 4' tall kid facing down a 6' + man) -- i am not using that as an excuse, it's a fact and i've been working on modifying the bitch within for several years now...

to wit:

I AM SORRY IF I HURT ANY ONE'S FEELINGS--
(but getting on a treadmill and putting down the cinnabons isn't a bad idea either~)                                          

peace falls over the valley

( my brothers stole this poster off my wall just because they were being brothers )

in all my born days, i never thought i'd ever be embroiled over something as stupid as forgetting peter noone's name -- but that's what happened

happily, mr. noone and i have come to a mutual understanding regarding my bobby sherman story...

thank you mr. noone

'long live bobby sherman and all his creatures great and small~'

i don't think peter noone likes me...

hey...i didn't know anyone even read this blog--

this was his response to my 'bobby sherman' post yesterday--
as you can see he gave me permission to print his letter in his letter, so, here goes:

Subject:
I was there
Date:
4/3/2008 2:01:20 A.M. Eastern Daylight Time
From:
peter@peternoone.com
Reply To:
To:
missniki101@aol.com


And i didn't see any balding ladies just beautiful girls having fun.you eveninvented a fence? Chain-link and a roadie who invited you out?I don't like your blog because it is so hurtful to others

Perhaps a look at who you are on the inside will help you find some peace inyour shitty little world of hate and mean-spiritedness.

Bobby sherman was, is and doesn't care for your sad little career . He likeshimself

Try picking on someone your own size

I see you did 2 gigs in 2007 so we all have something to be thankful for?Stay home and leave us nice people out of your pathetic blogs. The mention of my name drew my attention and my ire I am done with you now. Disappear again.

Ps print this for all your loser fans

--Peter Noone
Herman
http://peternoone.com
http://www.myspace.com/hermanshermitspeternoone
http://hermanshermits.com

BOBBY SHERMAN

ok, wait...let me explain--

i was 13...13...and i loved bobby sherman--even now, i still have great affection for him

he was my teen idol! i had the posters, i had the records...everything

i saw him live at the shady grove music theater in gaithersburg, maryland in the early 70s, (although i couldn't hear a thing for all the screaming girls).

the jury may be out on his talent, but he seems like a good guy and, c'mon, he was very cute..come on, admit it! he is still a good looking man...

the autograph on the above photo i got when i was 40--

one sunday on the way to a gig, i heard that my teen idol, bobby sherman, was playing with davey jones, from the monkees, and that guy from the herman's hermits...i can't remember his name--in some kind of reunion show

it sounded bizzare; i had to go

taking a u-tour on the way to the gig, i went back home, got my bobby sherman fan club book circa 1972 and headed to the venue, pier 6, on the water in downtown baltimore. if you're from charm city you know that pier 6 is a place for those performers 'on their way up and on their way down...way down.' think spinal tap...

i walked to pier 6 and there, in front of a high, locked chain-link fence, were about 100 overweight, balding women waiting: waiting for bobby, davey and shit, what is that guy's name?!? NOONE -- RIGHT PETER NOONE!

mind you, these women have to be my age because we all have the same teen idols from the same time period--

unnerved by this revelation, i sat on my guitar case just as the tour manager opened the locked fence--he walked toward me and started making small-talk...after making a pass, i told him i'd accept his dinner invitation if he could get me bobby sherman's autograph -- which he did...

after dinner with tour guy in little italy, i felt he acted a bit inappropriately and so he was promptly deposited at his hotel--

later at home, asleep under my black eye shades, the phone rang...it was the tour dude, he was calling to make sure i knew that he was in possession of male genitalia...as in 'did i forget to remind you that i have a penis?'

i politely said good-bye, hung up the phone and put my black eye-shades on hiding from the world once again~

PEDESTRIAN?

i think not...

could you get more infectious or humble?

people, i implore you!

maybe it doesn't take a jesus but it sure takes a genius~

http://www.myspace.com/foxborohottubs

(it's so fun!)

(secret)

'where did you lose your virginity?'

he has a lot of nerve for a first date, she fumed.

'that's offensive; i don't even know you.'

'ah, lighten up. listen, the first time for me was in t