
Two American icons passed away the previous day. Three if you count Ed McMahon. Farrah Fawcett was a beauty who pranced on the television screen, a lustful dream of so many adolescent boys. Michael Jackson fed the air waves with pop music that everyone could dance to, bringing a nation, a world to its feet. Stardom is no protection against the inevitable.

To turn and face cold shadows
So far out of reach

True American idol
Her beauty erased

Sign of insecurity
A life of despair

Lone battle just to survive
Watching her suffer

Swept up in the strong current
Takes us to the end

Drawn into the fire's spotlight
Victim of our love

Feels refreshing on our face
Passing through our world

Feels so pleasant compared to
The cold that awaits

Passing from our memory
Record in a book

Beginning always the end
How long can it last?

I just found out The Pretenders will be performing here in Denver on August 22nd. I'm guessing Chrissie Hynde is the only original member to be playing these days. I've got to buy a ticket this weekend! There are so many good shows to see this summer.


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The pattern these days is for Echo & The Bunnymen, my headliner for the night, to take the stage next. I went back to the beginning and listened to their first album, Crocodiles, the special edition with bonus tracks. A great collection of songs, end with one of my favorite at the end, Over The Wall.
The tequila and cigar combination were for some unknown reason especially potent this evening, kicking my butt really hard. A beautiful night with stars shining through passing clouds. Cool enough to require a jacket to prevent getting chilled. After bothering the computer playing kids with my stinky breath, I dropped into bed by 1:30 AM.

The tequila and cigar combination were for some unknown reason especially potent this evening, kicking my butt really hard. A beautiful night with stars shining through passing clouds. Cool enough to require a jacket to prevent getting chilled. After bothering the computer playing kids with my stinky breath, I dropped into bed by 1:30 AM.
Reached up and touched white hot stars
Once upon a time
Seeks inanimate support
His firm grip is lost

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