Willy Wonka:
[Spoken]
Hold your breath
Make a wish
Count to three
[Sung]
Come with me
And you’ll be
In a world of
Pure imagination
Take a look
And you’ll see
Into your imagination
We’ll begin
With a spin
Traveling in
The world of my creation
What we’ll see
Will defy
Explanation
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it
There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly wish to be
If you want to view paradise
Simply look around and view it
Anything you want to, do it
Wanta change the world?
There’s nothing
To it
There is no
Life I know
To compare with
Pure imagination
Living there
You’ll be free
If you truly
Wish to be
This might be the second most wonderful song in the world.
This song and “rainbow connection” were written to remind us grownups to stop and daydream every once in awhile.
When I was a kid I daydreamed like crazy.
Sandy, my dog would go on long walks at my parent’s cabin and I would find quiet spots to just sit chill and think. Plan my future.
My parents bought the cabin when I was 11.
It was in a small town called Groveland on a resort called Pine Mountain lake.. It was an A frame with daylight basement and a loft.
It was also filled with retirees.
When kids my age visited I was soo used to being along I ditched them by the river leading to the lake.
I used to take my canoe out on the lake and sit for hours by myself.
I wasn’t antisocial I was just thinking.. A lot.. Daydreaming.
The cabin was meant for vacations and I took lots of them in my head.
It was here where I created many characters that would show up in the years to come in my books I never finished.
Healthy daydreaming as my mom would call it.
I was the queen dreamer.
When I was 14 I made friends with the local stoner boys on the block. But I still found time to dream.
And by that time I was carrying blank books to fill the words up on.
I learned the most important lesson in life in my thoughts.
Everything is changeable if you change the way you look at it.
If you want to know how you are doing. Use your imagination and step outside what you are doing and look at it from another perspective.
There you will see how you are doing.
Is it how you want to be seen.
Nothing is set in stone.
I used this many years later in training people at work.
I used to take them on the other side of the counter to look at how others would see us.
I’d say make it look the way it needs to look.
All you need to be successful in a world working with people is to use your imagination to make your self appear charming!
People don’t even realize that imagination is the key to successful sales.
The world is a blank canvas we fill with ideas.
No one is bland they just forgot how to dream.
Take some time out today and dream.
Vacations in your own mind are priceless.

You ever get a song stuck in your head..
Does it stay there for days?
Does it stay there for weeks?
I have had one stuck in my head for years.
I asked Rodney back in 1990 if he knew the song.
The whole entire song was stuck in my head..
He didn’t know it.
I heard the song when I was 15 years old. I was listening to local college station that belonged to Stanford university.. The DJ in the middle of the night was a student who went by Cosmo Topper.
Not my friend Cosmo (who I didn’t know yet)
But a cocky DJ named Cosmo who had excellent taste in music. Between virgin prunes and teardrop explodes he played this song.
It was instant love between me and the song.
Years later I heard the same song that I had taped off the radio on one of those late nights but never knew the band name.
It was on college station KFJC.. The king of college stations in California.
I volunteered to pull records a few times.
I made them play that record. I should have snagged it LOL…
Years later I had a friend DJ there and I went down to help a few times.
The album wasn’t there anymore.
They must have sold it in the record swap sales.
So the song just stayed in my head.
Every little bit of it.. With no clue of the band name anymore which I had forgotten.
I knew it was called “baby Judy”
I called it “baby Judy stranded in the jungle”
If anyone knew the song they would know that is how it could be described.
The tape I had made when I was 15 was long gone.. Cassettes get eaten by cars all the time.
Last night I was prepping my flashback show and my friend “Boris” was sending me stuff I didn’t have..
When he sent the let’s active track I thought to myself.. This man has such eclectic taste I wonder if he knows “baby Judy”.
Within 2 minutes he had the song for me.
WTF?
I have my “Baby Judy”.
I need to make this man a DJ.
He is more music than I will ever be.
I am proud to have this person as my friend and I hope to learn from him.
And he had “Baby Judy”

Well Nostalgia comes back to bite me on the ass today..
Was not gonna blog today as last night I was distracted and trying to cook dinner and play with screaming kids and a ankle biting dog when removing some of the brine water off the corned beef I poured the entire measuring cup of the liquid across my hand.2 cup of boiling brine water singing my skin was a barrel of fun on an already shitty day.
Thank god I am a burn victim and used to talk to kids with my local fire station.. Hurts like a mofo but I know what to do. And I kept the burning down to a minimum.
And thank god it was left hand.
I got oddly nostalgic for being the freak in high school last night.
I think maybe being a burn victim so young in life made me grow up quickly.
I’ll save the firework burning incident for fourth of July. It’s actually already a blog on my facebook.
So anyway back to being the freak.
The kids at school had no musical taste..
And I was a little music fan without an outlet.
I had a car with a stereo but no license.
I had a boyfriend with a license.
It was a primer colored 1969 Toyota. It was fucking ugly.
But I was saving up for a galaxy or a dodge dart.
The boyfriend was saving for a midget.
I had better taste.
I had a large vinyl collection we couldn’t play in my car. So we would spend hours taping all the vinyl inot homemade cassette tapes.
My faves were the old KTEL records with the cheesy songs..
No way were those getting played in “our” car.. We had to look cool of course. we were the punk rock prom king and queen.
All the oddballs wanted to be us. Our matching Mohawks torn jeans leather jackets pierced noses etc…
I had a diff color of hair every week.
With a secret obsession for sixties and seventies music.
The mods were cool. They loved the music of the sixties so when said punk rock boyfriend was at his own school not bothering me I’d hang with them.
I found people who knew the bands I loved.
But I could never be a mod.. They were sooo into what they were into.. I didn’t even wanna be a punk.. I just wanted to be the Gidget. I wanted to do my own thing.
I carried a Pentax ME super and notebook in my bag everywhere I went. And when I got home from school I would bust out the old lp’s and singles on my parents old Philco stereo.
One of my fave records of my brothers I used to steal was the box tops.
I personally think “the Letter” is one of the best songs ever written and performed. Vocally it’s perfect.
I have a few from back then I think are just brilliant.. Lyrically musically etc.
Simple and to the point
So how does this all tie together?
If the replacements had just recorded the song”Alex Chilton” in 1984 instead of 1987 I could have had not been the weird music listening freak. The other kids in school would have also looked into how cool Alex was. I know no kid in my school who listened to Big Star. And when Alex was on 120 minutes in 1985 I was already out of school. He was as much a reject with the kids as I was. I indentified with that rejected nature.
When I moved to jersey I found kids who loved him and fit in with them. But still I think he was the underdog genius.
I did time in a New Jersey happy house slash rehab for some hi-jinks I pulled when I lived there. There weren’t any other teens.
There was however 2 very cool music fans to hang with.
Glenn was on his third fourth trip there. He was Italian and German and had a temper but being ten years older had awesome musical taste.
We sat and went over lyrics for hours in the rec room.. arguing meaning. He lived in an old firehouse which I was able to see when I got out. I also saw Lou Reed that day that lived up the road from him at the time.
I don’t remember the other guy’s name was but was a brooding man and an ex Broadway singer. We shared a love of show tunes.
And the musical geniuses I didn’t know yet I knew after a short rest and a 28 day “program”
I think the older people there were surprised I was so into the oldies.. Which back in 85 were not that old.
These are the people I spent new year’s eve going into 86 with.
These are the people I watched the challenger explode with.
These are the people I could debate the Beatles or the Rolling Stones with.
These are the people that agree the letter is one of the best songs ever sung by an awkward teenager ever.
Me and the show tunes guy would sing “cry like a baby”.. Of course I was off key since I can’t sing LOL.

So Yesterday Alex Chilton died.
I felt a piece of my past was ripped away.
Of course Alex was more a cult hero with big star. But still think about it.. 16 friggen years old and on top of the world with the hits.
Today when a 16 yr old has a hit record they are a Disney star and the song sucks.
I still feel out of place with my peers.
In the words of Brian Wilson I just wasn’t made for these times.
But yesterday I finally didn’t feel like the odd one out.
Facebook friends all share the same common love of music with me. my page was filled with the celebration of Alex Chilton’s life.
I finally felt like I fit in.. Because secretly I probably always wanted to.
I was too tired to leave any lyric quotes as my status… and if I had I would have chosen the same one “Boris” had. But he beat me to it.
So I leave none.
But I leave you with a box tops song…
But as I joke with myself daily.. There’s no crying in radio!
-when I think about the good love you gave me
I cry like a baby (cry like a baby)
Livin’ without you is drivin’ me crazy
I cry like a baby (cry like a baby)
I know now that you’re not a plaything
Not a toy or a puppet on a string
As I look back on a love so sweet now
I cry like a baby
Every road is a lonely street
I cry like a baby
I know now that you’re not a plaything
Not a toy or a puppet on a string
Today we passed on the street
And you just walked on by
My heart just fell to my feet
And once again I began to cry
I know now that you’re not a plaything
I cry like a baby (just like a little bitty baby now)
As I look back on a love so sweet, now
I cry like a baby (just like a little bitty baby now)
Every road is a lonely street
I cry like a baby (cry like a baby)
My heart just fell to my feet, you know I
Cry like a baby (cry like a baby)
You left the water running, now
(Cry like a baby)
I cry like a baby (cry like a baby)

Along time ago people weren’t dependant on computers. If something needed to be said to another party they picked up a phone and called them.
I think the computer has made us take things for granted
Is it a police song that says I take for granted that you’re always there?
That is exactly the point.
Even as a writer I still can’t totally put what is in my head on paper, let alone an email. You compose an email on the fly.. You don’t run it through word first.
And how many times do you read stuff and then reread them?
It’s so easy to just email back and ask than to actually ask the person what they mean. Which to me is a form of the lazy society we have become. It’s practically made us all sociopathic.
I’m sure what I write here even though I do it in word first is misconstrued and taken in many different ways.
I need one of those head thing for the movie strange days to convey my head on to paper. Even Dragon software still only puts what you say and its keeps stopping you and asking for punctuation which throws off the train of thought.
And social networking has made us all famous in our own heads. I am always five seconds form deleting all my social networking. I hate people thinking they know me from lyrics I keep as my status and whatnot.
What they get at woody radio is sooo not the real me. What you get here at my blog is a little closer but still it’s only a glimpse into a real person.
A lot of people would be surprised what a scared, shy person I actually am.
I think people need to walk outside the box for just one day and go after what they want in the real world.

I feel like a Matt Groening cartoon at times.
“Life in hell”.. But which one am I the one eared illegitimate bunny Bongo, or am I….oh god, Akbar or Jeff?…
I used to have those comics pasted all over my walls in my silver warehouse on Florida street in SF..
Sometimes I feel nostalgic.. (singing “Nostalgia” by the Chameleons in my head now)
The Florida street warehouse might have been the coolest pad I ever had.. The electric bills were atrocious though. We were on biz zone so any given month it was 300 in heating. And this was 1990…think of what it would be today.
Florida was right past the mission in the states section of SF. Out where lots of episodes of “Streets of SF” were filmed.
We had a great burrito place on the corner and a mom and pop washing mat on the other. My neighbor was Jaime. He was a sculpter with Lou something or another. Lou was famous.. Made the giant steel sculpture next to the sculpture that bono defaced in sf during a protest concert.. Lou’s was damaged but not so much it made the news. Reason number 152 why I really can’t stand bono.
We moved out in 91 when it was no long affordable. But let me tell you I still hear about my cool pad on Florida.
It was a maybe 750 sq foot 30 foot tall “space” it had a counter for a kitchen, and bathroom that we had to make a fake ceiling for to keep the heat in and was painted entirely black inside. We randomly placed foil and pink saran wrap on the walls and one slider window for effect. We partitioned off bedrooms in the corners.. Kelly in one and I opposite her.
In the middle in between shoji screens we had one dinky 13 inch tv and no cable. The Mickey Mouse phone was our outside entertainment really.
I had the soup dragons over after a show one night. We all hung out up on the thing I built as a stage I called my bedroom.’
Up the stage and suspended in a corner was my box.. Literally.. I hung my bed up there in this weird thing that used to be an elevator shaft or dumbwaiter. I was maybe 18 feet up but really only 8 feet off the top off my bedroom up above the stage.
So I am hanging up sitting in the bed thing hoping it doesn’t fall with Jim and Saeed of the soup dragons and they thought I was this wild rockstar myself.
The sad thing about leaving the warehouse was that I used my time there to sell my cd’s and lp’s and trade up for Tchotchkes.
I had hula lamps. Holly wood stuff I mean it looked like the store at pier 39 that sold memorabilia blew up on my stage.
Not to mention inflatable furniture…
Ok small secret.. I worked at the Hollywood shop at pier 39.. so I got discounts on a lot of that stuff.. I was fired for not being a people person.. LOL… which is funny considering I worked in a bar and was a cigarette girl…
But alas it was too expensive and we wanted to have privacy. So we moved south of market to a neighborhood where I knew all the winos on a first name basis. They filmed the movie dragon next door to em there. And wow the bike messengers in the office next door were really really hot..Did I mention how hot the bike messengers were?
We did have to get our landlady to put up a security gate when we caught the hooker making some money on our stoop.
We’ll save Tehama Street for next time
That’s day’s worth of stories….

http://au.tv.yahoo.com/the-morning-show/fact-sheets/article/-/article/6925684/365-bars-in-365-days/

I live in a small town..I think we have 20,000 people.. Not too small but def not big… and a lot of farms.. The downtown area is six blocks maybe with one main street a courthouse a tattoo parlor a few bail bondsmen and some bars.. In between theses are a few cool antique stores I frequent and wander aimlessly in.
One of the antique stores is three floors with their dogs. I love this one the best,most …whatever.
I like to take walks downtown and do a round robin kind of walk.. I start at my house and cut by the Madison side street alongside the junior high. Four blocks up and directly behind the Dick bar is where I cut through and start my treck down Lincoln way.
Louie’s restaurant is on the right and the dick building on the left. Louie’s has the best breakfast. PERIOD.
I wanted to rent a spot in the Dick building since I moved here.. To the left in the dick building is an awesome music shop called Roxy’s and the movie gallery used to be there…
I go to the right across the front of Dicks Bar.
I cross the main street at the bank.
It’s a large intersection with the overpass leading into town at Indiana and Lincoln way. You got the best view of the courthouse right here.
The polish bakery used to be a few shops in as the main street starts.. You’ve got a sandwich shop where the nice lady has cooking classes and sells pampered chef and sporting goods. My Bank is right past that. I cross the street twice there. To the north is where the farmers market will be in a few months. I love that part of living here..Google Laporte and find all this out yourself cause were going antiquing now.
I cross once to the east and once to the left. I walk by the shoe store and stare in the closed windows. I walk by the now closed cause of too many bar fights bar. And enter the following place. The doggy antique store. I head straight for the back where the old time photos are.
For a year and half I have been staring at this photo I call my mobster uncle. I have taken pics of the pic. I feel bad that he is dead somewhere and his family discarded his picture. Breaks my heart..So I have adopted him.
Today I will buy him and put him in my office where he will talk to me and tell me ghost stories of why he was discarded. I think I love him in an odd way.
I call him uncle Fred.. but that doesn’t seem right .. I need to name the guy.. It will come to me eventually.
After I explain to the wife and husband that own the store I am finally bringing my mobster uncle home we discuss the sadness of thrown away pics. Wedding ect…
I don’t want that with my work.. Breaks my heart.
I wander down to look for new tea set pieces and wander through lps.
I shoot I score.
Got a soundtrack for a movie I never heard of with really cool bands on it. Even one Declan McManus. The movie was called “the courier”.

http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0094912/

Look at that soundtrack.. Wow..
SCORE!
I also got the soundtracks to “Tess””the Graduate””Some Like it Hot””shaft””Sweet Charity” and “Xanadu”
Plus a David Cassidy album I didn’t have.
Then of course I was exhausted and had to leave and get coffee…did I mention all this for thirty bucks.. SCORE!
Back around the corner form the bank is the Temple News Agency.

http://templenews.tripod.com/

Mike has owned the place for 15 years and it’s a local hangout for both young and old. He has LaPorte high school years dating back as far as it goes and local memorabilia on the walls. I just go and chill there.. Sometimes I get coffee sometimes I get an ice-cream. I really love that place and it’s made me feel at home in my new town.
Today I got a single cappuccino and Joe met me up there so I had a ride home and we went through my cool stash of LP’s.
To me that is a good Sunday
Hope you all enjoyed your weekend.

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I grew up loving the “Oscars” It usually fell the same week as my dad’s birthday and my adoption birthday. So I would watch with my mom and sometimes my brother if he was home. My mom was very into movies as a kid and we went to the local old school theater a lot.
On Saturday afternoons the theater by the Capwells played old movie marathons. In the early years my brother would take me and we’d see films such as “The Fly” or “The Incredible Shrinking Man” that I am sure is why I am afraid of bugs..
The other movie theater was newer and played first run usually Disney orientated family fare. Back in the day parents could drop off kids and the kids would see a movie while the mom would get shopping or mom time done.
But that is where the movie love came from..
Once when I was four my mom and me were on our way to see “Fiddler on the Roof” a rock fell out of a gravel stuck in front of us causing us to lose our windshield and crash… she took me the next day to see the film.. It was just that important.
By the time I was a teenager the theaters were demolished. Stargaze dance club was where I had seen many a cool horror film of the fifties and some random shopping mall was put up at the old Fox where I had seen every Disney film of my youth.

http://cinematreasures.org/theater/2994/

This article of course accidently combines both old theaters.. Naz * is in the Stargaze theater building not the Fox theater.
I spent my Prom in front of the old Fox Theater hanging out with the girl that would have been my date. My best friend Cat. It was like sitting in front of it smoking cloves was a good memorial service to our youth.
So Maia now has the movie buff gene. The kids just loves movies.. She arrived home 20 mins late last night and missed opening for the “Oscars” which bummed her out of course. She lives for the opening so she can pick it apart later.
She had been to see “Alice in Wonderland” which she said might just be the best film ever… ok she said that for Johnny’s other films too.
So I recapped what she had missed. Oh I love me some Steve Martin, but seriously had doubts about Alex and those doubts went away.. I think they worked well with each other.
They got all the appropriate jokes everyone had in their own minds and were afraid to ask.
Seriously, George Clooney.. He screams “hey don’t fuck with me I am an asshole”.. So the staring at him just had me almost peeing my pants. And come on I think everyone hates James Cameron at this moment..
Everyone seemed to get the Memo to class it up a bit this year except for Mily Cyrus, who poor thing forgot her top in the limo form the Disney lot.
My fave class act all night goes between Monique, Gabourney whats her name and Vera Farmiga…
Oh I didn’t even hate Oprah last night!
Though I did think that actors talking about actors was a little stiff and awkward.
I didn’t even know Michele Pfeiffer was still around or that anyone wanted to hear her talked about Jeff bridges.. But you could hear it in her voice that she had a huge crush on him… which was really awkward LOL. It was sooo um yeah he had kids umm yeah I really really am in awe of his umm big feet big hands umm oh yeah he has kids…
I personally thought it was wonderful that old school Comedian Robin Williams gave new school comedienne , Monique, her Oscar.
And Sandra Bullock’s speech rocked.. But we will hear about what a good person she is for years to come.
But why is so many people against her getting it. Because she played someone who does good things for others… gasp even a religious woman with morals.
I’ve been wanting to see the movie.
I’ve done the same thing as the character in the film twice. I’ve had two poor kids live with me and wouldn’t change it for the world. I didn’t do it as a foster program for extra money either. I did it because honestly I love kids.
And watching the boy who would became my pseudo son sitting eating a can of tuna fish barefoot in front of his tae kwon do studio with the can opener and a spoon broke my heart.
Two years later I took in his girlfriend so she could graduate from high school after her folks tossed her out on her 18th birthday.
So seeing “the Blindside” is just gonna turn into an emotion fest for me so I have been putting it off.
But to play a character like that you really have to have good in you to understand the complexity of morals and WTG Sandy Bullock for pulling that off truthfully. And glad that your fellow actors let down their guards for ten minutes and let this film in.
I love Jeff Bridges.. Nuff said there..
Those I have a huge admiration for Colin Firth and he is one of my fave actors.. But last year they gave and award to a man playing gay.. Can’t have that two years in a row can we…
I have a few of the films on my desk to watch this week.. Not in a big hurry to watch an education… I have an almost 16 yr old. Probably won’t sit well with me..
Up in the air looks kinda Hollywood to me. And every time I put in “Inglorious Bastards” the kids walk in…
“Julia and Julia” was good.. But not an Oscar performance for Streep though.
I can’t for personal reasons watch the hurt Locker.
My close friends Todd’s brother in law is one of the guys that go in and defuse the bombs out there.
Last summer he went in with three others, only his bro in law came out.. And he wasn’t the same…not sure I can go there..
I know the job exists and I know it’s probably an amazing film.. But it does hit a little close right now…
I saw “Precious” and it was one of the best films I have seen in years.
Really.
But the Oscars won’t go there.
It’s snubbed the color purple too.
I enjoyed my time with Maia.. And I have recently shared my Love of John Hughes films with her so we both were teary during the tribute.. and Wow Molly Ringwood just had twins recently.. How hot is that… and I have the hugest straight girl crush on Ally Sheedy, damn she looked hot. It was sweet they were able to get a day furlough for Judd Nelson . Hope he didn’t drop the soap when he got back.. Then again He doesn’t look like he has to worry about that as I don’t think they have soap there.
They needed Emilio Estevez up there.. WTF! Where was Asshole Andrew McCarty! James Spader and the man who John Hughes can credit giving the his first role to ….John Cusack! Jeez John is more of a Movie star then any of them…
The alien boob joke could have been classic…. Him and Anthony Michael hall and a pair of panties with cherries on them !.
That was the worst oversight in that tribute.
Worse than leaving out Bea Arthur in the in memoriam section. Seriously she wasn’t really a movie star so I get that…
I was arguing at home and missing the horror thing,, will find it on youtube today I am sure.
And finally in closing.. WTG Kathryn Bigalow… I may not ever see your film but thank you for crunching James Cameron’s small dick even more than you did in divorce court..
I fricken loved ” Strange Days” and “Near Dark”…I really really Loved near dark! Now those were Hot sexy vampires!