Like tears in rain

The Simple pleasure of listening to the same old songs over and over.  

Enjoy it Joe while you can.

I can't memorise anything really but I remember feelings and certain moments and the one that come at mind now is my first protestant sermon way back in 1976.  I was very touched and moved by the poetry and also the esoteric mood of it me just coming out of reading every Lobsang Rampa book I could put my hand on.

Anyway in this day and age there is no need to memorise or remember anything as long as the internet is on, unless you're an actor or something even though Brando manage to get away with this mortal behaviour.  

 But if a man live many years, and rejoice in them all; yet let him remember the days of darkness; for they shall be many. All that cometh is vanity.while the evil days come not, nor the years draw nigh, when thou shalt say, I have no pleasure in them;2 While the sun, or the light, or the moon, or the stars, be not darkened, nor the clouds return after the rain:3 In the day when the keepers of the house shall tremble, and the strong men shall bow themselves, and the grinders cease because they are few, and those that look out of the windows be darkened,4 And the doors shall be shut in the streets, when the sound of the grinding is low, and he shall rise up at the voice of the bird, and all the daughters of musick shall be brought low;5 Also when they shall be afraid of that which is high, and fears shall be in the way, and the almond tree shall flourish, and the grasshopper shall be a burden, and desire shall fail: because man goeth to his long home, and the mourners go about the streets:6 Or ever the silver cord be loosed, or the golden bowl be broken, or the pitcher be broken at the fountain, or the wheel broken at the cistern.7 Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God who gave it.8 Vanity of vanities, saith the preacher; all is vanity.

As a diabetic the future I could be looking forward to is blind and legless or as old age is advancing whatever comes my way.

So far so good I can still walk and have most of my 5 senses left but obviously my best years are behind me.

But now I am sitting here fancy headphones on and listening to the Eagles 

Carpeing the Fucking Diem 

as much as I can being a little late for the happy hour but there is still time.

Or Meat Loaf or James Blunt my flavours of the month lately.  

Dark Side of the Moon was my first album on this headset.

For some odd reasons I forgot how good headphones were preferring the much lighter and smaller earbuds for the past few years but this brings me back to my good old days of headphones and reminds me of my ultimate "epiphany" :P which AGAIN lol brings another passage from a book I read a lot way back then.

I knew a man in Christ above fourteen years ago, (whether in the body, I cannot tell; or whether out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;) such an one caught up to the third heaven.3 And I knew such a man, (whether in the body, or out of the body, I cannot tell: God knoweth;)4 How that he was caught up into paradise, and heard unspeakable words, which it is not lawful for a man to utter.

Well this man 44 years ago was lying in a bed with 3 tabs of acid inside him ( trying not to make a short story long but not very good about it, back in my days in Montreal all the good shit was gone: Sunshine barrel, Tangerine, blotters or what not and forget about the IV good shit that Huxley was having now. All that was available were them small tablets called Pink Acid and since they were small and weak this crazy bloke here had 3 of em.)

 Another divergence one night I searched all night for better acid and as I was maybe gonna hit the jackpot I was pulled over by undercover cops who search me thoroughly and luckily found nothing.  When he started looking undeer my belt now I asked him are you sure you're a cop now? He showed me his badge and asked me if I wanted to see his gun too.  No thanks. Just checking. This is a funny neighbourhood you know?

So back to me in cold sweat lying on a double bed not a single spot of blue left in my dilated pupils probably scaring the shit of my buddies floating around me and as I was listening to Deep Purple in Rock as Sweet Child in Time came on.  Well as stoned as I was I will remember this moment forever, probably never to be reproduced.  These 3 bass notes became 9 notes and the whole anthem was just well fucking heavenly. Headphones Heaven that was.
So here it is again my nihilistic existential epiphanic moment.
Eat and drink and be merry and all that Jazz and when the Music is Over you can turn out the Light.

This too Shall Pass

P.S. I spend a lot of time on 9GAG lately and my comments have gathered surprisingly a few points and one of them had a comment of its own which I ignore but my anwer would have been that the bloke missed the whole fucking point.

Answering to Roy Batty's All those moments will be lost in time... like tears in rain.

He said: They wouldn’t have been lost if he had a smartphone with him.

DUH A fucking lot of good this is gonna do Him in utter oblivion.