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Friday, November 26, 2004  

I'm celebrating the Thanksgiving holiday
on Saturday here in Nihon...
'Can't do feasts on a schoolday...

Here's a little something my sister Debbie sent me:


'Twas the night of Thanksgiving, but I couldn't sleep.
I tried counting backwards, I tried counting sheep.
The leftovers beckoned-the dark meat and white.
I fought the temptation with all my might.

Tossing and turning with anticipation,
The thought of a snack became infatuation.
So I raced to the kitchen, flung open the door
And gazed at the fridge, full of goodies galore.

I gobbled up turkey and buttered potatoes,
Pickles and carrots, beans and tomatoes.
I felt myself swelling up so plump and so round,
'till all of a sudden, I rose off the ground.

I crashed through the ceiling, floating into the sky,
With a mouthful of pudding and a handful of pie.
But, I managed to yell as I soared past the trees:

"Happy eating to all- Pass the cranberries, please."

May your stuffing be tasty, may your turkey be plump.
May your potatoes 'n gravy have nary a lump.
May your yams be delicious, may your pies take the prize.
May your thanksgiving dinner stay off your thighs.

Till next time... 'Mela

3:20 PM

Monday, November 22, 2004  

I recently received a "scientific questionnaire" in my email in-box.

Being a curious soul, I checked it out.
I was asked:
How did you became a person involved in the Arts...

I hate those kind of pain-in-the-ass questionnaires, especially since,
who really gives a damn, anyway?.

But, it got me thinking, like, way back.

How I started singing.
Well, my biography goes into that, at least the preliminaries-

But for my art...

I’d have to say from high school I loved Janis Joplin.
Her album Cheap Thrills
was played regularly in my high school art room.
I had a great art teacher named Mr. Jeffrey Daum.
As well as being an inventive teacher,
he would also let us listen to records.

Soon, I took notice of some of the wonderful cover art.

I was so greatly inspired and influenced by
the work of Robert Crumb.

He inspired me on so many levels:

His style of drawing; that cross hatching.
His outlook;
his stories and art were so refreshingly out there...

After seeing his film Fritz the Cat,
with my fellow art room cartoonist buddy Russell Dunne (The adventures of RAD) God rest him, and my best friend Mary,
I was hooked.

We laughed our asses off.

I just loved Crumb's boldness.

I decided at that moment that I wanted to join an underground comic syndicate,
after I got the “proper” college education...

In college, I also had these guys to keep me company...

Superman, Spiderman, or Batman?


For me it was Zap Comix.

So, to answer Mr. Potatohead’s questionnaire
on what made me become a jazz singer / artist?

Bad influences.
Nothing but the best of bad influences.

Till next time... ‘Mela

6:15 PM

Monday, November 15, 2004  

When I was a kid, I listened to every kind of music.
The radio was always on, in my house-
I loved it all...

As I got older, I tended to dislike Country music.
I can’t say why, it just didn’t suit me somehow.
It isn’t my favorite today,
but some of my disdain has fallen away:

There are some country songs that are just plain good songs.

When I listen to them now on my CD walkman,
while riding around town on my two basket gidensha,
it gives me a feeling of solidarity to listen to it...

Jazz & Blues give me that same feeling, when I perform it-

But listening to Country music while being here in Japan,
and out of context, it has a surreal quality-

Sometimes that’s enough to brighten my day...

Here’s a list of some of my fav’s:

Coal Miner’s Daughter- Loretta Lynn
Crazy - Patsy Cline
You Ain’t Woman Enough (to take my man) - Loretta Lynn
Sweet Dreams - Patsy Cline
Brother Jukebox - Randy Travis
Goodtime Charlie’s Got the Blues - Charlie Rich
Wildflowers - Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, Emmylou Harris
I’ll think of a Reason Later - Lee Ann Womack
Highway Call - Dicky Betts
Sweet Home Alabama - Lynard Skynard
Chances Are - Bob Seger, Martina McBride
Stand By Your Man - Tammy Wynette
He Stopped Loving Her Today - George Jones
Wichita Lineman - Glen Campbell
I Never Promised You a Rose Garden - Lynn Anderson
Help Me Make It (through the night) - Sammi Smith
Aimee - Pure Prairie League
Whiskey River - Wille Nelson

I uprooted myself from my home ground and left
Took my dreams and I took to the road
When a flower grows wild, it can always survive
Wildflowers don't care where they grow


-Dolly Parton

Till next time... “Mela

3:46 PM

Friday, November 12, 2004  

I've been picking out some new
Christmas jams on my Austin Resonator...

I 'd like to do an “unsponsored” performance
or two on an obliging street corner somewhere,
and maybe have a few others join me.

Deck them halls, baby...

Tomorrow my son takes his first college entrance exam.
He’s been preparing for it for a time now...
I can hardly believe it all-

I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence and
So the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're going through


-David Bowie

Till next time... ‘Mela

2:15 PM

Tuesday, November 09, 2004  

These muted shades of Autumn so suit me.
Wine red, burnished gold and copper, rusty orange-
Some of my perennial favorites now sit in
a vase near my keyboard,
their fragrance keeps me spellbound as I type:
Eucalyptus, marigolds, chrysanthemums of every shape and

This is the month for chrysanthemums.

The earth has such a richness about it at this time,
even as all that were planted were harvested-
There seems to be a welling up of it’s life force-
The fertility that will sleep over the winter and re-awake in the spring...

I don’t have any live dates this month-
As fate would have it,
it’s time for something else.

December will bring it's festivities with Christmas shows, and parties.
It is time now for a waltz...
I believe that days have a rhythm-
A tempo.
To follow this tempo is as natural as watching the dropping leaves
as they float to the ground.

The days are so short now.

It reminds me of my childhood in upstate New York.
Afternoons, sledding down icy snow covered hills
were cut short by the fact
that it grew dark...

It is said that November is a spiritual month-
A time of phoenix-like renewal.

So it is, so let it be...

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these broken wings and learn to fly
All your life
You were only waiting for this moment to arise.

Blackbird singing in the dead of night
Take these sunken eyes and learn to see
All your life

You were only waiting for this moment to be free.
Blackbird fly
Blackbird fly
Into the light of the dark black night.



Till next time... ‘Mela

8:52 AM

Saturday, November 06, 2004  

With 2 of my favorite personal vices now a memory,
this is something I can still indulge in-

I M A G I N A T I O N :

Mark II Jaguar

Delivered and parked in front of my residence,
it has a clover-shaped mother of pearl keychain
with the initial “P” inlaid in silver,
dangling from the ignition...

Ramsey Lewis' Sun Goddess CD
resonates throughout the interior.

I envelope myself in the moon grey leather,
sitting in the drivers’ seat.

I turn the key.

Destination: The Hell Outta Dodge

You will wake up when I count to 3 feeling rested
and relaxed...




Till next time... ‘Mela

9:20 AM

Thursday, November 04, 2004  

I spent most of yesterday keeping tabs on the election.
I have never been one to discuss politics on this blog,
but today, I’d like to give George W. his due:

Congradulations President Bush

President Bush

I, for one, am very glad to see you’ll be back
in office.

Till next time... ‘Mela

11:30 AM

Wednesday, November 03, 2004  

This is my new computer art piece,


I'm glad I have this work to present today,
as I’m not feeling like my shiny-as-a-new-dime self-

I was offered a gig singing the National Anthem
at Tokyo Dome this Friday,
for the post season opening game
between Japan and the USA.
Imagine my excitement.

Then, it was all snatched away-

I wonder if acupuncture could be used for a little mind bending...

Leaning in your corner
like a candidate for wax
Sidewalk social scientist don't get no satisfaction
from your cigarette
It's ten to ten and time is running out
Lock up all your memories
Get outta here, you know that we can run
Today can last another million years
Today could be the end of me
It's 11:59,
and I want to stay alive...



Till next time... ‘Mela

11:59 AM

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