Two o’clock in the morning.

I recall what Beverly said about demystification at Disneyland, seeing the ropes and pulleys for the “Pirates of the Caribbean” display. This ruined her first perception for her so she never wished to go back. This is like the church for me. The magic and the magicians were all fake. “Pay no attention to that man behind the curtain.” The Wizard of Oz all over again. I simply don’t believe it anymore, therefore I don’t pay any more tithes. The most charitable thing I do is to show up occasionally.

Music: “Eyes without a Face.”


A Bowl of Suds

Midnight hour.

I feel less inclined to pursue rock and roll now that I’ve seen the dissolution of one of my icons. I don’t know what to do now, but the intellect should never be compromised for a beer brand. It sets a terrible example for the fans who believed in the music and the message of freedom, happiness, and idealism. Now to see it all go down the drain is devastating. I have no more heroes. Rock music, as I understand it, is really dead. Rest In Peace.