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Thursday, June 30, 2005  

Thanks to my sister Deb for this one:


Before I lay me down to sleep,
I pray for a man, who's not a creep,

One who's handsome, smart and strong
One who loves to listen long,

One who thinks before he speaks,
One who'll call, not wait for weeks.

I pray he's gainfully employed,
When I spend his cash, won't be annoyed.

Pulls out my chair and opens my door,
Massages my back and begs to do more.

Send me a man who'll make love to my mind,
Knows what to say to "how big is my behind?"

I pray that this man will love me to no end,
And always be my very best friend.



I pray for a deaf-mute nymphomaniac
with huge boobs
who owns a liquor store and a fishing boat.

This doesn't rhyme with anything and I don't
give a shit.



Safe trip to my dear friend Michael
who leaves for The Maldives today.

Goodbye, June...

Till next time... 'Mela

12:19 AM

Wednesday, June 29, 2005  

Thank God it's raining today...
I'm in a festering, surly type like mood,
ladles and gentlespoons.

George Carlin's Seven Dirty Words:
Shit, Piss, Fuck, Cunt, Cocksucker, Motherfucker and Tits.

Getting some nice profanity out in the open,
and I’m feeling better already.

In the words of Stan_Mack and his real life funnies, that's "Shock Therapy."

We can all thank the likes of people like Lenny Bruce, Richard Pryor,George Carlin, and many, many more, for the freedom of expression that not so long ago
could've had you cooling your heels in the slammer for...

Anyone remember David Peel?
Up Against the Wall, Motherfucker

I'm a New Yorker, folks.
NYC was my stompin' ground and bootcamp.

That's the reason why I'm so pissed off now-

Or maybe because it's so damned hot in Tokyo for June.

Or because I'm sick and tired of the same 'ole crap
that has happened just one too many times
for me to say “it’s just business, nothing personal."

Japanese promoters and agents and their musical stereotypes
are getting on my tits!

Yet another musical job me and the band
have been turned away from on account of cotton heads
who don't listen to our music,
but decide we're not the right color
to perform for their “New York-styled” show.

This outright discrimination in Japan in all areas,
is a fact of life.

All those opposed can buy an exorbitantly priced airline ticket,
made especially so for the summer months, and head for Narita.

You can consistently do fantastic shows, filling up halls, clubs, etc.,
with a voice and back up musicians that transcend stereotypes,
and have a resume and CD to back up your story-
But to some mental defectives in the music biz here,
you are merely a face card,
to be sorted by color and race.

It must be close to July,
that seems to be the time
when the needle on the stupid-shit -o-meter
seems to go off the charts.

My latest sun is sinking fast
My race is nearly run
My strongest trials now are past
My triumph is begun

O come, angel band
Come and around me stand
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home
O bear me away on your snowy wings
To my immortal home

Angel Band

-Ralph Stanley

Till next time... ( The Queen of Clubs) ‘Mela

10:43 AM

Monday, June 27, 2005  

I'm off to immigration today, to get my passport travel friendly.
In Tokyo the immigration bureau has been moved to a much more
conveniently located place, NOT.
The plus side is there are more counters,
more staff, and more English being spoken.

A visit here is still up there with root canal work...

I'll just bring a newspaper, and dream of this:

©2004 Pamela MacCarthy
72 X 90 cm
acrylic gouache on canvas

Till next time... ‘Mela

9:29 AM

Friday, June 24, 2005  

Happy Birthday Jeff Beck!
He's coming to Tokyo, in July,
and I've got to meet him. Got to.

I love most of Jeff Beck's work,
but my favorite is Blow by Blow.
I simply love his compositions and playing on this CD.
My longtime favorite is the Bernie Holland
5/4 composition, "Diamond Dust".
Together with Max Middleton on Fender-Rhodes,
and the orchestration of the strings by Sir George Martin,
(the ex-producer of The Beatles) this piece
sinks me everytime...

Rock my Plimsoul, all to pieces!

Till later, taters... 'Mela

11:30 AM

Tuesday, June 21, 2005  

The Big Band gig was great!

Akio Ueda wrote some fantastic arrangements for me
to perform with The Allstar Jazz Orchestra,
the final band at the event at Session Hall, Suginami-ku,
celebrating the Great American Songbook this past Sunday.

I chose a few numbers written by the wonderful
Harold Arlen,
as well as Jerome Kern, Fats Waller, Ralph Freed, Burton Lane, & Bobby Troupe.

My son Michio was even there, also my dear friend Michael,
as well as some fans, and a few of my friends.

This gorgeous cavernous hall was full.

I performed with a combo before the big band.
Here was my set list...

How About You?
Over The Rainbow
The Way You Look Tonite

* * * * * * * * * * *

The All-Star Jazz Orchestra

I've Got the World on a String
Ain't Misbehavin'
Stormy Weather

Encore: Rt.66

A Great Day of music!

I got a huge bouquet of 2 dozen red & orange roses,
& yellow and white lilies-
So you know my room smells delicious today...

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

It's been very mild in the weather here in Tokyo.
The ayame are fading, as the rain is less,
and the heat is more.
It is now Ajisai season, or hydrangea, in English.
This is my painting (on the left) enlarged...

I’ve got the world on a string
I’m sitting on a rainbow
Got the string around my finger
What a world, what a life - I’m in love

I’ve got a song that I sing
I can make the rain go
Any time I move my finger
Lucky me, can’t you see - I’m in love

Life’s a wonderful thing
As long as I hold the string
I’d be a silly so-and-so
If I should ever let her go

I've Got the World on a String

-Harold Arlen/ T. Koehler

Till next time... 'Mela

12:00 AM

Sunday, June 19, 2005  

Happy Father's Day!

My Big Band gig is today.
I got a beautiful black silk beaded long dress for this occasion.

I hope to post pics a bit later...

It's the American Songbook, baby!

Till next time... 'Mela

8:08 AM

Thursday, June 16, 2005  

The gig at B-Flat Akasaka went well.
A great combination of musicians, and a helluva fun time, as well.
The manager at B FLAT has given us another date on August 29th, Monday.

Hell, they might even promote us this time...

My gig's tonite at the Happo-en.
A private party.
The Happo-en is a gorgeous Japanese style garden hotel.
Pity it is presently in the throes of the rainy season-
Kinda puts a damper (tee hee) on the outdoor part of the festiviies...

My band will be:

Takahashi, Keisaku- electric piano
Greg Chako- guitar
Mark Tourian- bass
Hase, Yosuke- drums.

Here's my new list of songs to keep me afloat in this rain:

Good Morning Starshine- from the musical "Hair"
Bring Me to Life- Evanescence
Just Another Night- Mott the Hoople
FIRE- The Crazy World of Arthur Brown
All the Way to Memphis- Mott the Hoople
Soul Shadows- Bill Withers with the Jazz Crusaders
Jesse- Roberta Flack
City of New Orleans- Arlo Guthrie
The Gambler- Kenny Rodgers
Illinois- Dan Fogelberg
Flowers on the Wall- The Statler Bros.
Land of Make Believe- Esther Sutterfield and Chuck Mangione

Till next time... 'Mela

11:40 AM

Sunday, June 12, 2005  

It's the shoubu season now in Japan.
Also called ayame, or irises, in English.
Every year, after the rice fields are flooded, these flowers are soon to follow.

This is a painting I did a few years ago of these flowers...

© 1999 Pamela MacCarthy

The Irises at Nakagawara

53 X 65 cm.

gouache on canvas

I had a rehearsal on Friday with the B Naturals
at BFlat Akasaka.

Our show is tomorrow night.

The B Naturals are:

Jonathan Katz- piano
Andy Wulf- tenor, soprano sax
Pat Halloran- trombone
Mark Tourian- bass
Cecil Monroe- drums

I'm looking forward to it,
and I hope to see you there!

Till next time... 'Mela

2:15 PM

Tuesday, June 07, 2005  

I don't know which is more intoxicating,
the look of the peony,
or the fragrance...

I now have a vase on my desk with two giant Japanese tree peonies in it.
As the fragrance of these flowers surrounds me,
I am struck by its effect-
It's right up there with the scent of bearded irises, I think.

But there's something else.

A memory of my childhood comes flooding back.

The place where I grew up was a rural area
in upstate New York called Pine Bush.
The particular area where I lived was a collection of homes and cottages,
in the vicinity of a small lake,
thus being called "Lake Estates".
Being that it was only about an hour and a half's drive north of NYC,
a lot of NYC residents would annually take the drive upstate to "vacation" in the summer months in their cottages,
that were interspersed with the "all year long" residents'.

I remember as a very young girl waiting for the school bus
at the top of the hill that connected "Indian Trail"
with the main road, "Lakeshore Drive".
There, in late May, early June, was a nearby uninhabited residence that remained
empty until the 4th of July weekend.

It also had the most luscious peony bushes I had ever seen.

Every morning while waiting for the bus, the scent of these lovely flowers,
still wet with dew, would beckon me with curling and dancing fingers.
I would go before the bus arrived, and pick a few of those beauties
to take to school with me.

To enjoy that fragrance all the way to school was pure extravagance.

But then, the next time I tried to pick another one, I got busted.
Some neighborhood watchdogs
screamed out to me:
"Get outta there!"

I bolted like I had just lifted the hope diamond from off its velvet tray.

But, the funny thing is,
I went back the next year, and the year after that...

Finally we moved from that place,
to a new house, a new life-
I've grown up and since had a child of my own, who is almost grown up...
But every time I smell a peony,
I'm still that little girl stealin' flowers from the "summer people's" yard...

Good morning starshine,
the earth says hello
you twinkle above us, we twinkle below
good morning starshine, you lead us along
my love and me
as we sing our
early morning singing song

gliddy glub gloopy nibby nabby noopy
la la la - lo lo
sabba sibbi sabba nooby aba naba
lee lee - lo lo
tooby ooby wala
nooby aba naba
early morning singing song...

Good Morning Starshine
from the musical "Hair"

-Galt MacDermot

Till next time... 'Mela

1:05 AM

Saturday, June 04, 2005  

Greetings friends and neighbors-
After a short absence,
I'm happy to report that I'm on the road to recovery.
Lucky thing, too,
because things are going to get pretty busy around here
from next week.

Last night, my friend Hiroshi
came out to visit me in western Tokyo.
He has added yet another piece of my artwork to his collection:

Track of Time

oil pastel, watercolor

22 X 28cm.

I hope to very soon update my peinture catalogue,
and add another page of pieces that are sold.

It's on my to do list.

Special thanks to my friends and family
for all the lovely get well wishes-
And yes, I got red roses from
that big Brit boy from Brighton...

I'm forever blowing bubbles...

Till next time... 'Mela

2:13 PM

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