Unreliable Memoirs #1

A blog is essentially quite a narcissistic entity and as I have writer’s block and can’t come up with anything to fill up the ‘writing’ category with I’ve decided to embrace this aspect of the phenomena and write a pseudo-biography - probably on an ongoing basis. Or if you’re lucky maybe just when I’m bored.

The first thing to bear in mind is that it will be a complete and utter fiction from beginning to end and contain barely a scintilla of truth, so any coincidence with events in the ‘real world’ is illusory. If anyone recognizes themselves, others or situations described anywhere here - don’t worry: it’s not real....

I bet your father knew exactly what you were up to. Maybe he knew he was trapped by something, but was giving you a means of escape by hiding something he knew you would find. That it was hidden and ‘demonic’ would be the very mechanism to make you want to read it. There are a million ways he could have gotten rid of this stuff than burning it once a year on a bonfire. No, he kept it for a reason.
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Posted by on 08/07 at 12:22 PM

An interesting theory. I’m sure if this whole post wasn’t such a blatant fabrication you might well be right - no-one ever bought a Rod Stewart album did they, even in the seventies! :D

Posted by on 08/07 at 12:26 PM

Everything works by opposites dear Segovius, whats wrong will become right, and whats right will become wrong. smile

Posted by on 08/07 at 12:37 PM

I am amused by your unreliable memoirs and have a story that relates.

My sister brought those items into our half-catholic household in the late seventies.  There were beads, books, macrame, sand-sculptures.  When she went off to college, I hung out in her basement room with my toys, as a child of single-digit age, and sometimes searched her intriguing closet for the Book of Hidden Secrets.  I knew it was out there, somewhere.  Although I didn’t find it in my sister’s pile of treasures, but I did befriend a few spiders, exercise my imagination, and read a few stacks of comic books.

Meanwhile, my brother burned his rock and disco in favor of Christian music.  My mother saved some classic little 45’s like Heart, Ozark Mountain Daredevils, and Cliff Richard.

I did however, find illumination and magic in my late teens dancing all night in various venues in Boulder and the Denver warehouse district.  Orpheus lit the way to a Persephonic quest in my twenties.  As of late, I have just seen the face of Sedna.

Posted by nina-lois on 10/18 at 09:38 AM

I love Randy Stonehill! I also love Keith Green, I know they were friends too. What passion for God, and what honest lyrics.

I am a musician and I would be honored if you would check out my music on my site. All my music is free for download. Anyway, I just thought I’d share.

Thanks,
-Sean
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http://www.SeanDietrich.com
“All my music is free for download.”

Posted by sean on 06/28 at 04:43 AM

Hi Sean

I listened to your tracks - especially liked ‘Nothing Special’ , I can see (hear!) the Keith Green influence!

I met Keith and Melody a few times, was sad when he died so young - was a great talent. Keep up the good work and thanks for dropping by!

Posted by segovius on 06/28 at 11:41 AM

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