Grace Kelly

Do I attract you?
Do I repulse you with my queasy smile?
Am I too dirty?
Am I too flirty?
Do I like what you like?

I could be wholesome
I could be loathsome
I guess Im a little bit shy
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me without making me try?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

How can I help it
How can I help it
How can I help what you think?
Hello my baby
Hello my baby
Putting my life on the brink
Why dont yo like me
Why dont you like me
Why dont you like yourself?
Should I bend over?
Should I look older just to be put on the shelf?

I try to be like Grace Kelly
But all her looks were too sad
So I try a little Freddie
Ive gone identity mad!

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

Say what you want to satisfy yourself
But you only want what everybody else says you should want

I could be brown
I could be blue
I could be violet sky
I could be hurtful
I could be purple
I could be anything you like
Gotta be green
Gotta be mean
Gotta be everything more
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you like me?
Why dont you walk out the door!

The Rocky Horror Show

Last night I saw the CanStage production of The Rocky Horror Picture Show. What a great night.

My friend Joel organized the evening, with about 10 friends. He and I met for Sushi first(great restaurant choice by the way Joel), and then headed over to the St. Lawrence Centre, Bluma Appel Theatre.

I have seen the original movie a handful of times and know that there are a series of rituals that the 'die hard' fans partake of. Throwing a variety of props at the screen during certain scenes, and talking back to the lines of the script. Well throwing props at the stage was prohibited, but the 'shouting out' was encouraged.

There was a group of people in front of our group, just to the right. They must have seen the movie 1000 times, as they knew every line, and talked back to almost every spoken word of the production. I'll admit, at times it was too much, but in the spirit of the Rocky Horror Picture Show, everyone took it in stride. It actually added to the evening to be honest.

The performers were amazing, great voices, and great stage presence. I love live theatre, and enjoy seeing a variety of different shows. We are so lucky to have access to such great theatre in Toronto.

So I had a great evening, met some new friends, and got to hang out with Joel. Thanks for everything Joel, great night, great company xoxo

Look After You

If I don't say this now I will surely break
As I'm leaving the one I want to take
Forgive the urgency but hurry up and wait
My heart has started to separate

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
Oh, oh, oh
I'll look after you

There now, steady love, so few come and don't go
Will you won't you, be the one I always know
When I'm losing my control, the city spins around
You're the only one who knows, you slow it down

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
Oh, oh, oh
I'll look after you

If ever there was a doubt
My love she leans into me
This most assuredly counts
She says most assuredly

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
I'll look after you

It's always have and never hold
You've begun to feel like home
What's mine is yours to leave or take
What's mine is yours to make your own

Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Be my baby
Oh, oh, oh

Concert Calls

I got a call earlier tonight from my best friend Loui. He and his wife were at the Billy Joel concert at the Air Canada Centre.

Loui has always called me whenever he has been in attendance at a concert, and either let's me listen in on a song live, or leaves me a voice mail with the live audio of a favourite song.

It always touches me, and has moved me to tears on many an occasion. Ok, ok, I know, me being moved to tears is a fairly regular occurrence. Music is one of those things that has always been very close to my heart, and I often connect to my feelings through the lyrics of a song. I always have.

What touches me about Loui's calls is that he thinks of me. In the middle of a concert, he thinks of me, and calls to share the mood and energy of the event. The ironic thing, is that I get exactly that, the ENERGY. As I listen to the live performance, the likes of Jann Arden, Elton John, Billy Joel. I not only get the energy of the song, but the energy of the packed auditorium seems to come through as well.

I hope to attend many more concerts with you in person Loui, but keep the calls coming in my absence.

It touches me more than I can say~

Happy Birthday Mary

Wishing you a great Birthday Mary. I hope you are treated royally today Bella, you deserve it.

Love you honey~

Happy Birthday Sis!!!

Hoping you have a really great Day Tracey! See you at dinner tonight~

Love you!!!

Love Is Everything

Maybe it was to learn how to love
Maybe it was to learn how to leave
Or Maybe it was for the games that we played

Maybe it was to learn how to choose
Maybe it was to learn how to lose
Or Maybe it was for love that we made

Love was everything they said it would be...and
Love made sweet and sad the same
But love forgot to make me too blind to see
You're chickening out aren't you?
You're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait for you to make
The whole kingdom come
So I'm leaving

Maybe it was to learn how to fight
Maybe it was to lesson our pride
Or Maybe it's just natures way
Maybe it was to learn how to laugh
Maybe it was to learn to cry
Or Maybe it was for the love that we made

Love was everything they said it would be
Love made sweet and sad the same
And love forgot to make me too blind to see
You're chickening out aren't you?
You're bangin' on the beach like an old tin drum
I cant wait for you to make
The whole kingdom come
So I'm leaving

First I turn to you
Then I turn away
So you try to hurt me back
Awe it breaks your body down
So you try to love bigger
Better still
But it...it's too late

So take a lesson from the strangeness you feel
And know you'll never be the same
And find it in your heart to kneel down and say
I gave my love didn't I?
And I gave it big...sometimes
And I gave it in my own sweet time
I'm just leaving

I'm just leaving...............

Happy Easter

The Paradox Of Our Time

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings, but shorter tempers; wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints; we spend more, but have less; we buy more, but enjoy it less.

We have bigger houses and smaller families; more conveniences, but less time; we have more degrees, but less sense; more knowledge, but less judgment; more experts, but more problems; more medicine, but less wellness.

We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get angry too quickly, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too seldom, watch TV too much, and pray too seldom.

We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life; we've added years to life, not life to years.

We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet the new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space; we've done larger things, but not better things.

We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul; we've split the atom, but not our prejudice.

We write more, but learn less; we plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait; we have higher incomes, but lower morals; we have more food, but less appeasement; we build more computers to hold more information to produce more copies than ever, but have less communication; we've become long on quantity, but short on quality.

These are the times of fast foods and slow digestion; tall men, and short character; steep profits, and shallow relationships. These are the times of world peace, but domestic warfare; more leisure, but less fun; more kinds of food, but less nutrition.

These are days of two incomes, but more divorce; of fancier houses, but broken homes. These are days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throw away morality, one-night stands, overweight bodies, and pills that do everything from cheer to quiet to kill.

It is a time when there is much in the show window and nothing in the stockroom; a time when technology has brought this letter to you, and a time when you can choose either to make a difference, or to just hit "Skip Ahead"...

By Dr. Bob Moorehead

I am not sure if it's my approaching 40, but I having been questioning the direction we are taking as a society. This article sort of sums up what I am feeling.

Just last Saturday I was watching Much Music with my kids, it was around 4:00pm, and the screen showed a warning "The following program contains scenes of nudity, sexuality, and may not be appropriate for young children"....

When I was a kid, I was lucky to catch a glimpse of nudity after 11:00pm on the Italian channel. Now you can catch it on a Saturday afternoon with your kids! Charming~

When, and why has everything become so overtly sexualized? Is there nothing to be said for 'sensuality' anymore? Nothing is ever left to the imagination.

When driving my kids to school at 8:00am, we get to hear radio commercials for 'Condoms', the 'Morning After Pill', and for when you are not satisfied in your 'marriage' or 'relationship'...you can always call on the 'Ashley Madison' alternative dating service....where 'discretion' is guaranteed??? Are you kidding me???

Back in my day, a person who slept around was called a 'slut'...now sex has become a recreational activity a kin to going to Starbucks for a coffee.....Don't get me wrong, I like sex as much as the next guy, but it has an emotional attachment for me that I can't seem to move away from.

I had a great conversation at dinner Friday night with a couple of close friends. We were talking about the '20 somethings' in the work place today with fair weather work ethics, flexible morals and self serving values. It's certainly an 'I' mentality.

We wonder if the 'celebrity' based worshipping of Paris Hilton and the likes have had an impact? The glorification of 'no talent' socialites that basically are famous for just having money. Does it create a culture of up and coming youth that look for similar 'celebrity' status for no real reason? It's not like you have to actually DO anything today to become a celebrity.

It leaves us with a group of "FABULOUS" 20+ year olds with a righteous sense of self entitlement.

I look for the 'real' everywhere I go, and try and avoid the 'plastics'. I wonder if the pendulum will swing back, and we will re-connect with some of the values of the past? I know we have had to move away from a lot of the rigidity of the past. I personally would not have wanted to be gay man in any decade prior to the one we are in.

I still wonder though, if somethings were just a little more innocent, and just a little more simple??? I'd love to see some things come back into fashion. Scruples, manners, and respect of self and others being just a few of them!

(Oh God, I remember my Nan saying this stuff, I think I'm just getting old aren't I?)

Listen

Listen
To the song here in my heart
A melody I start but can't complete
Listen
To the sound from deep within
It's only beginning to find release

Oh the time has come
For my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside and turned
Into your own all 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on my mind
You should have known
Oh now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've got to find my own

You should have listened
There is someone here inside
Someone I thought had died so long ago

Oh I'm screaming out
For my dreams to be heard
They will not be pushed aside or worse
into your own all 'cause you won't listen

Listen
I am alone at a crossroads
I'm not at home in my own home
And I've tried and tried to say what's on my mind
You should have known
Oh now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you gave to me
But now I've got to find my own

I don't know where I belong
But I'll be moving on
If you don't
If you won't

Listen
To the song here in my heart
A melody I start but I will complete
Oh now I'm done believing you
You don't know what I'm feeling
I'm more than what you made of me
I followed the voice you think you gave to me
But now I've got to find my own
My own...