Bob – Writer’s Block, and The Story of Malibu Bobby

Dear Diary …

The current case of Writer’s Block continues well into its 2nd month. It is a horrible feeling, not being able to put words into sentences that tell a coherent story, staring at a blank monitor screen for hours on end, wondering if I will ever be able to write again.

It happens to writers on occasion. It is visual laryngitis , intellectual paralysis, which has no known cure. Like the common cold, all you can do is wait it out, taking steps suggested by friends that may have worked for them, but do not work for me. The words cannot be forced, bribed, or cajoled into forming sentences that eloquently, humourously, or intelligently convey what is on your mind.

It is like being trapped at the bottom of a well, unable to cry out for help.

…and rather than leave the page blank, I have, this week, decided to reprint a column from 2011, when the juice was flowing and I could write three of these a week. At least there are some new links and pictures for your dining and dancing pleasure.

There are still more stories to tell, laughs to share, and adventures and opinions to commit to paper …and as soon as I can …I will.

In the meantime ….

Segarini: Kim Fowley Part One – A Hick in Hollywood

All the world loves an Oddball. The history of Pop Culture is full of creative iconoclasts and nutcases, drama queens and bad boys, deviant dilettantes and dangerous dreamers. Taken at face value, they more often than not get a chuckle and derogatory and sarcastic evaluation from most of us, and then end up affording us the pleasure of unique viewpoints and out-of-step entertainments that not only catch our attention, but alter both the creators and consumers of popular diversions.

On January 15^th, 2015, we lost one of the last, great, madmen of music. A boy in a man suit that was such a freak, even Frank Zappa didn’t want him in the Mothers of Invention.

…but he performed on the Freak Out album anyway.

What the Freak wants, the Freak gets.

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