Cruising

 

Here's Mary chatting with hair and makeup backstage.

I love this song so much

 

I can still vividly recall how I felt when I first heard it.  I'd never heard this Allman brothers song, and Google didn't know about it.  But it was so good.  What I felt was innocence.  I listened to it over and over again, and I couldn't stop crying.

I can't expect you to be the same person you were when you wrote it, but you are the one who wrote it.  You may think you have outgrown this music but this music is so high and if anything, you may have fallen down from it.  I'm so scared that you churn out filler just to be social or get back at society.  I want to hear music that touches my heart so much, it makes me weep.  I'm scared that you would rather be mediocre than creative.  And a lot of rock music is mediocre.

Perhaps it matters not to people who love you but your vocals are not strong enough to lead, so it's important that the guitar overpowers everything else.  If you were looking to be punk rock then your vitality/power is nowhere close to Amyl, and she's not playing an instrument.  Hide behind the guitar Grace, and make sure your studio guitar tone is better than everyone else's.  Better meaning bigger.  Everyone else meaning Jimi Hendrix, Stevie Ray Vaughan, Randy Rhoads, etc.  You might become a better singer if you put in the practice and gain maturity.  As it is now, you might as well go look for haunted tunnels.  Don't rush the next album.  If you study music history, you will know that musicians spend 24/7 at the studio when they're serious about the music.

Here's a snapshot of Mary and Gwen after the comedy club gig:

Local cheese

 

What I really miss is cheese.  The West has so much cheese, and the tradition to back it up.  But I did get a block of cheese today at no cost to me, so I'm going to review it.  It's local cheese.

How hard is it to make cheese?  It's not hard, it's tedious.  Then there's the issue of rennet, the enzyme you get from the stomachs of calves that curdles milk.  This cheese isn't bad.  It tastes like mozzarella.  Now I have cheese for beef taquitos.  Alhamdulillah.

Does anyone remember this performance?  Mary doesn't like large crowds, but she agreed to do this gig.  So she went up unannounced, sang her song, then disappeared.  The crowd didn't know what the hell was going on.  After that, she went to the comedy club and sang a few songs there.  What a night!

I seek refuge with Allah from Satan the rejected.

22.  Say, "No one can deliver me from Allah, nor should I find refuge except in God."

The Jinns 72:22

Gwen

 

Mary has never won a game of chess with Gwen.

The AI singer

 

Well, that poop bucket with Instagram has reached closure with me.  I'll just report Mary's activities here in this blog.  I hope you folks saved what was on Instagram, because I'm not going to repost everything here.  Mary's about to go high fashion Grace, so be warned: it means people are going to get meaner about your clothes.  Start studying fashion.  Music is supposed to go with fashion.  You need practice, so go to thrift stores and look around.  Sometimes people dump $10000 dresses at thrift stores because they're ignorant.

That's a human voice that sings for 2 hours everyday on the stream, folks.  The singer's name is Mary Unknown7.  This is what she looks like:

Recently I hired Gwen to be her girlfriend.  Mary has known Gwen ever since she was a baby:

Last on Instagram, Mary was at the Roland:

She suffered emotional exhaustion at the show.  It happens, and it's part and parcel of the music.  A terrible burden.

A poop bucket triggered a cat explosion

 

A couple of my girls are in heat right now.  I keep the boys and girls separated at all times anyway.  They're all immediate family but since they're beasts, they don't care about stuff like that.  Thus I have a bucket I take around to all 3 litter boxes to empty them out.  Yesterday after putting the boys outside, I couldn't find the poop bucket.  I thought I had left it by the door.  I thought I could open the door quickly and grab it.  Oh boy, what a mistake that was.

When the chaos calmed down and I had everyone separated again, I had a long bloody scar all the way along my left forearm to help remind me to go through the motions of putting away my cats properly before I open that door.

It's a slide

 

Honey, Instagram keeps shutting down Mary's account and the phone doesn't even ring for me to get a confirmation code.  Instead I got a text message saying I missed the call, even though I was holding and staring at the phone all the while.  3 attempts.  I'm getting sick of them anyway.  What a bunch of crooks.  I'll let you know if I'm not able to view your posts.  I'm sorry some people didn't like your Chopin at the graveyard.  I liked it.