Uploading Berlin Pics

Letter to a wannabe ExPat Man

Dear expat Man,
I spent a long time outside the US, having been brainwashed by Henry miller, james Baldwin and anais nin, as a child growing up in flushing, Queens. The upshot of running away to Europe was that I was eclipsed in music by babes like cyndi lauper (who was cute but not beautiful), and Madonna, who sounded like connie francis and had dance steps right out of “introduction to Jazz 101”. Sure I hung out with exotic drag queens in berlin (most, I might add, are gone, due to their insisting on tricking with strangers they met along the ku’damm) Toured in now non-existent communist countries, and got to play punk rock (an unfortunate musical form for any vocalist choosing not to bellow) but what was the payoff? Do I own a house, like most people of the baby boom generation?? Nope. Do I have a retirement fund?? Nope, unless I marry someone and then kill them. Do I have a career? Yes, if you call playing old soul classics for drunken tourists in Greenwich village is a career. I say, screw expatriatism. Stay home. Marry for money, have babies, and save your traveling for your retirement days. Sincerely, Joy RYDER (the vanilla queen of soul).

Going to Berlin

Well, Jess and I are finally gonna get on the Queen Mary and go to the other side of the Atlantic. It's a good time of the year, and I've lost my job..so no reason to scrap vacation plans..actually, time to EXTEND the holiday..since it might be one of the last times that Jess and I actually travel together..actually, I'd prefer to tour with him...on bass or guitar or with his whole band...I've got to figure how to upload a pic..on this thing..I love Blogger..