............

thoughts on being in an open relationship:

 

two sincere people who love each other

          and want to be with each other

                  exploring the world

                             in an open way

.. ..

Open

seems to be the key word

Open to

    other peoples' ideas of how to love

open to

     each others' stories of

        attraction

             rejection

                 and success...

.. ..

open open open...             up in up in up in...

.. ..

up in

            the open clouds

                     with open eyes

                           up in our heads

.. ..

 looking out holding hands

      openly with each other

            up in a commitment

 that does not exclude other people...

Can you tell me what happened to the snow
It was here just the other day
It was lying all over my front lawn
I was sure it was gonna stay
I cursed it when it first arrived, but now I miss it so
Mercy mercy, sakes alive, can you tell me what happened to the snow?

Can you tell me what happened to my youth
I remember it so well
Times that I'd try anything once
Times I stumbled and fell
When I was young, I couldn't wait for it to pass
But that's not the truth
Mercy mercy, yass yass yass, can you tell me what happened to my youth

I think it's best when you look ahead and see what you can find
I think I'll just take my rest, stand and look behind

Can you tell me what happened to my lover
Does she still give a damn?
At one time we were family
Now she doesn't know where I am
When we were together she said that she
Would help me write my songs
Mercy mercy, sakes alive, can you tell me where my lover's gone

Can you tell me what happened to the snow
It was here just the other day
It was lying all over my front lawn
I was sure it was gonna stay
I cursed it when it first arrived, but now I miss it so
Mercy mercy, sakes alive, can you tell me what happened to the snow?

- Ky Hote 1990
(it's really a song)

Hi there,
I'm curious about the qualities that make a successful musician so  
I've sent this email to everyone I know who plays music,  
professionals and not. I want to know what 5 personal qualities a  
musician needs to foster in order to achieve "success" in music. I  
would also like to know how YOU define success in music for yourself.  
So, if you would, email me your top-five list and how you define  
musical success. Be as long or short as you want.

I hope to get enough responses so I can sate my curiosity. If you  
take the time to respond to this, I will share with you the results  
of this non-scientific survey. Maybe we can all learn something.

Thanks for your indulgence. I appreciate your thoughts on this.

Cheers,
Tom Michero
tom@lotusmusic.com

Dear Tom,
You caught me on a day that I am digitizing tapes, which involves a lot of waiting around, so I guess I can answer your question or at least attempt to.
First of all, as for the meaning of "success," there is a lot to think about. Being able to support yourself and pay the rent is certainly a measure of personal success. "Success" in Music may or may not be reflected by that standard. That may be easy for me to say since I have not achieved great financial success in music. I have managed to secure about half the money I make from Music, but that's still not very much.
To me, my great "success" in Music comes from:
1) having written songs that other people like to play and that they remember. The other day I ran into someone in a bar in NYC and asked her if I'd met her before and she said, "oh yes, I know your song..." and then quoted to me from a song she'd heard a year and a half earlier and couldn't forget.
2) people knowing that I am a good musician. I get called to play music of many styles and in many situations.
3) hearing music in the world all the time. Enjoying the sounds of the world and hearing the many instruments/sounds all around me.

The five things a musician needs to succeed:
1) the ability to listen and be quiet
2) courage
3) persistence
4) the knowledge that they have something to say
5) an appreciation of sound

Best wishes for a new year... Ky

All right... all right... It's just a Halloween costume, I promise...
 I'm not in the habit of revealing the nature of my vote, but I will say that I'm not voting for anyone who wants to outlaw abortion or continue tax breaks for the rich.
 In any case, do vote your conscience and encourage a standard of freedom and democracy in America.

6/29/08
   I picked up a hitchhiker on Guadalupe in the rain carrying a skateboard. We hit it off right away talking about the 'hoods we grew up in and various Austin experiences.
  "John Eric Palmer," he introduced himself again as he got out. "All the skateboarders know me if you want to find me again."
  "Ky Hote," I said. "I'm a songwriter. A lot of musicians around town know me."

It's that fame recognition thing we shared from different worlds. Beth Ann tried to explain to me that it wasn't how well known I was, or if people had actually heard of me, but there was an aura that I brought with me to let people know that I've been somewhere and lives had let me in and let me stay.

I believe John Eric's and my path will cross again.

The Never Unspoken Name

I dreamed that phrase last night and I thought it was cool. What do you think? 

Anyone else remember this song? The video/MP3 is on the internet... isn't it wonderful? I just love songs about the blankets on St. Marks Place....

Detachable Penis

by Chris Xefos, Dave Rick, John S. Hall, Roger Murdock

King  Missille

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I woke up this morning with a bad hangover and my penis was missing again, this happens all the time.

its detachable

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This comes in handy a lot of the time,

I can leave it home when I think it will get me in trouble,

or I can rent it out when I don't need it,

but now and then I go to a party,

and, for the life of me, can't remember what I did with it

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First I looked around the apartment,

and then I couldn't find it,

so I called up the place where the party was and they haven't seen it either,

I told them to search the medicine cabinet,

for some reason I leave it there sometimes, but not this time,

so I told them if it pops up to let me know"

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I called a few people that where at the party, 

but they where no help either,

I was starting to get desperate,

I really don't like being without my penis for to long,

it makes me feel like less of a man,

and I really hate having to sit down every time I take a leak"

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After a few hours of searching the house,

and calling everyone I could think of,

I was starting to get very depressed,

so, I went to the Kiev and ate breakfast,

and as I walked down 3rd street, towards St. Marks place, 

where they sell used books and other junk on the streets,

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I saw my penis laying on a blanket next to a broken toaster oven,

some guy was selling it, 

I had to buy it off him,

He wanted $22 for it,

but I talked him down to 17,

I took it home, washed it off, and put it back on,

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I was happy again, complete,

some people sometimes tell me I should get it permanently attached,

but I don't know,

even though it can be a real pain in the ass,

I like having a detachable penis

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