From: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org (onlyJMDL Digest) To: onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Subject: onlyJMDL Digest V2006 #259 Reply-To: joni@smoe.org Sender: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-onlyjoni-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk Archives: http://www.smoe.org/lists/onlyjoni Websites: http://www.jmdl.com http://www.jonimitchell.com Unsubscribe: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe onlyJMDL Digest Monday, September 11 2006 Volume 2006 : Number 259 ========== TOPICS and authors in this Digest: -------- My Dead Angel [Nuriel Tobias ] Modern Times ["Gerald A. Notaro" ] Words From the Original Male Mitchell [Nuriel Tobias ] Parsonage Lane- in loving tribute to Jonifest 2001 and all jonifests that have been and are yet to come... [Vi] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 04:57:04 -0700 (PDT) From: Nuriel Tobias Subject: My Dead Angel No NJC tag here, maybe only-Joni's would like to read this one too and hopefully respond. I want to share something with you not only because i know there are many gay men and women in our list but mainly because i really want to know if you ever had to face an "issue" (gay-related ot non-gay-related) like this one with a "friend". This year, worldpride 2006 (The international gay parade), will come to Jerusalem, Israel. Local gay parades did take place in Israel before, but it's the first time that Israel hosts the worldpride, the main parade of all gay men and women from all over the world. Since the worldpride was announced, a steaming river of hate is flooding everything and everyone here. Each and every single party - left, right, anything and anyone - is against it. Parties will be parties but it's much worse. From the university to the fish market, from so called human rights lawyers to soap show's housewives, from kids in school to the dead in the graveyards - nothing but hate, hate, hate. The sun and the moon hate it, the dogs and the birds hate it. For the very first time in this country's history, and what no war or a football game or any other "event" that's "supposed" to unite a nation has managed to unite - everyone is united and it's hate that unites them. You can read about this wave of hate in every gay-pride website in the net. I have something else i want to share with you. As i was watching the TV news last night, a segment about the anti-you-me-and-everyone-else of the religious and orthdox of this country was showing, and they hate you like no one else hates you. It's not surprising at all to watch them hate anyone they wish to hate and if they don't hate you now they will hate you very soon. However, an orthodox spokesman was the center of the segment, and the Dog Eat Dog preacher is a Dancing Clown compared to this dreadful saint. Sitting on a park bench with his wife next to him and their 8 kids at their feet pulling eachother's hair while their mother smiles towards the camera in confusion, he spoke in the sweetest gentle voice of a child and the most calm tone of a demon about the "lowlife God-forsaken behemoth and donkey's ass fuckers which are the cause of all Evil in this world since it's creation that will melt into thin air once the Mesiah comes next week". This creature was once one of my best friends. He was the first youngest gay teen that outed himself in our hometown. While gay men, young and old, were hiding in the dark, fearing the eyes and minds of everyone around them, he was laughing and dancing in this town's streets, waving his beautiful long hair towards the crowd, wearing his lovely beads and his amazingly colourful clothes, sunbathing naked at the beach and on rooftops too, playing his guitar like a devil and singing "unspoken" songs of free love and new hope for our generation. Everybody loved that kid. Everybody fell in love with that angel. He turned fear into hope and sadness into joy. If you felt alone and cold - he set beside you so close you could almost smell the sunlight pouring out from his breath, then he would pull a blanket over you and hugged you like no brother of yours would hug you. Wherever he was - candles lit up for you, flowers were showering for you, and kisses were flying above your head like butterflies. He knew every secret fountain of pure water in the forests of this town and it's mountains, and he would hold your hand and you'd follow him with a flower crown he made just for you. Birds set on his shoulders as if he was a lovely tree and on rainy days the rainbow would start in the sky and end on his face. You were never hungry or thirsty or tired when he was with you - he made you feel alive as if it was your first day in this world. When he stared at you, you had to stare back at him as if he was a mirror where your reflection was heavenly. Time stood still and dreams came true just beacuse he was staring at you and you were staring at him. Then one day he vanished to Jerusalem and never came back. As his wife and 8 kids were zooming out from the camera's eye and as it was zooming in closer and closer to him and focused on the face i knew so well, his eyes, a set of burning golden flames, were filling the screen, and for a brief moment it was like he was staring at me and i was staring at him. Nuri - --------------------------------- Get your own web address for just $1.99/1st yr. We'll help. Yahoo! Small Business. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 10:14:09 -0400 (EDT) From: "Gerald A. Notaro" Subject: Modern Times I'm surprised there has been no mention that Dylan's Modern Times debuted at #1 this week. That is certainly pretty hot news. It is his first #1 in 30 years and make him the oldest artist to ever to so. Jerry P.S. For you Joni-onlies, the connection here is that Bob is the only artist for which she compares herself. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 14:52:46 -0700 (PDT) From: Nuriel Tobias Subject: Words From the Original Male Mitchell "I can't go back there anymore You know my keys won't fit the door" (I Had a King) "After Joni broke into our Detroit apartment and took exactly half of everything before heading for New York, i changed the locks. She just turned up with a truck and a group of friends!" (Chuck Mitchell) Nuri - --------------------------------- Stay in the know. Pulse on the new Yahoo.com. Check it out. ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 10 Sep 2006 18:07:23 -0400 From: Victor Johnson Subject: Parsonage Lane- in loving tribute to Jonifest 2001 and all jonifests that have been and are yet to come... [I am reposting the original post I made in 2001 on September 10th at about 7:30pm. When I think of that time I remember how incredibly high I felt flying home from Boston having been to Jonifest, scribbling a few lines on the plane, and improbably writing and finishing this song on September 10th, never imagining what the following day would bring. Staying at the beach with Kakki, Michael, and Nikki in May's little house will always be one of my fondest memories. It's hard to believe sometimes that it was five years ago. Anyhow, this is the way I chose to remember that week. Nothing can ever take away the joy of friends and laughter. If you're not familiar with this story/song visit http://waytobluemusic.com and/or itunes.] thank you...you open my heart, yes you do... Parsonage Lane (c)2001 Victor Johnson Flying out of Boston, Lifting off the ground. On a highway paved with clouds, Where do they go? Wind around tall, white castles, Valleys long and vast. They seem to go on forever, Today. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane. Turn around and linger, September is here. The moonlight on the island, The sound of your guitar. Cascading in rivers, Voices I know. Reach me so gently, Open my heart. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane. 4 am on Plum Island, Singing to the dawn. We walk towards the water, Through the heavy sand. But I know that I must soon go, Wander among the clouds. Where the roads go on forever, They always take me home. I'll stay here awhile, I've come home again. Friends and laughter, Down Parsonage Lane. ------------------------------ End of onlyJMDL Digest V2006 #259 ********************************* ------- Post messages to the list by clicking here: mailto:joni@smoe.org Unsubscribe by clicking here: mailto:onlyjoni-digest-request@smoe.org?body=unsubscribe ------- Siquomb, isn't she? (http://www.siquomb.com/siquomb.cfm)