Believe the Bird
When I first saw this painting (on top) in an art gallery in Morro Bay California, somehow I thought of Jimi Hendrix. At the time, my ‘bird-brained’ notion was that if Hendrix reincarnated, he would return to earth as a Read More …
When I first saw this painting (on top) in an art gallery in Morro Bay California, somehow I thought of Jimi Hendrix. At the time, my ‘bird-brained’ notion was that if Hendrix reincarnated, he would return to earth as a Read More …
Which way the wind blows is sometimes hard to tell. This might have been an apt epitaph to describe Jimi’s death in 1970, and perhaps elements of his life of 27 years. The cause of his death is uncertain. Eric Read More …
This post is a sharp turn from the most recent posts on this blog, which have mostly described, in Nancy’s own words, the pain of growing up with no father and a mother who abused her. Sorry if this disrupts Read More …
When Nancy first met Frank Zappa, she saw him as a man of many personas: I don’t think it showed on the outside, but inside of me, when I first saw Frank Zappa, I did a double-take, worthy of a Read More …
Nancy writes: When I was a child, I remember often thinking I am the only one on the face of the earth looking out from behind these eyes. It awed me. Every cow, every turkey, every pig, every chicken, every Read More …