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Hello my fellow Politiores Troglodytes. This Blog is a collection of Posts, Poems, & Short Stories that I write on a daily basis. If you find it entertaining, informative, and controversial, then I have done my job properly. Thank goodness too, because Karma has been on my case of late. I'm supposed to bring fifty people into the fold or I'll have to give back the part of Einstein's brain I inherited. No, I'm not one of the Scientists who got a piece of his brain when he died. Karma said, "Eat this knowledge. It'll make you smarter!" The bargain I made with Karma was, if I could change fifty people into Politiores Populos, I would be rewarded with my very own Lamborghini. So, that's my story and I'm sticking to it! Like what you're reading, then read on. P.S. Populo is Latin for people. Politiores is Latin for educated. Troglodytes is English for troglodytes. And Einstein's brain was stolen by Thomas Stoltz Harvey after his death in 1955 and eventually divvied up into 240 pieces. If you just read that last sentence, then you have just learned something and I'm just that much closer to fulfilling my commitment to Karma!

Monday, May 30, 2016

The Goal Of Playing In The Band Is To Meet The Ladies

The Oxford Dictionary
defines the word
"Temptation"
as;
"A desire to do something, especially something wrong or unwise."
or
"A thing or course of action that attracts or tempts someone."
Something happened to me today that hasn't happened to me in over
35 Years.
Maybe I should give some background first before I expose the whole story.
As a wannabe writer,
I was told not to give out how old I am.
People in the
Publishing Business
have stated that,
until you are established,
let your readers imagine how you they would like you to be in person.
A preconceived notion that someone old might not be able to relate to younger audiences,
because they don't understand what young people are going through in life while they are growing up,
is ludicrous.
Maybe the person I was talking to was trying to save my feelings from being hurt?
Thirty-five years ago I played bass guitar in a number of loud,
mostly in tune,
Rock N' Roll Bands
in the
State Of Wisconsin.
The goal of playing at
"Live Venues"
was never to become
Rich & Famous.
The goal was always to drink free beer,
make a few extra bucks on the weekend,
and to meet the ladies.
Even a local
"Rock Band,"
has what all musicians strive for.
Groupies!
Fast forwarding to today,
like most citizens of the
United States,
I was invited to a
Memorial Day Party.
I wasn't going there to get drunk,
or make a few bucks for the weekend.
I went there just to socialize with people.
Walking into the place,
my
Host
greeted me inside his kitchen
and seemed to be overzealous about announcing who I was.
It turns out he finally purchased my eBook;
and thought it was sensational.
A woman,
a beautiful woman,
in her late thirties was in the kitchen when this all came about.
After all the hoopla died down,
she made a bee-line straight towards me
and struck up a conversation with me.
It was the first time,
since playing in
"The Band,"
thirty-five years ago,
that a women freely gave me her telephone number,
and I didn't have to make an effort to get it!
I am sixty years old now,
and I don't imagine I will act on her invitation,
since my wife would kill her,
and me.
The most important lesson here is,
I've got a groupie. I've got a groupie.
It is so good to be loved by the fans once again!

And,

“As usual, there is a great woman behind every idiot.”
- John Lennon -


That is my story and I am sticking to it!

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