I have been a Dogs D’Amour fan for over twenty years, and now, thanks to the beauty of internet shopping around the world, I have finally completed my collection on CDs. This does not mean that I now own everything that Tyla ever set his hand or head to – it means I have what I love most: the music I missed (on cassette tapes that squeak from over-use or won’t play at all. The crown jewel in this collection is the single to “Empty World”, track 4: “Heading for the Target of Insanity”. This is the one I thought I’d never get on CD, the one I missed the most. Oddly enough, it’s not even a tune, it’s a first rate “Tyla Babble”. I love hearing him talk, in that disjointed poetic manner, with a jumble of words that are either nonsense or genius, or both at once. Half the time, I have no clue what he’s talking about, but it never matters. I consider it poetry, and poetry doesn’t necessarily have to make sense – it just has to resonate within.
I had a dream last night (I won’t call it a weird dream, because I’ve had a lot stranger ones) but it none-the-less made me reach for a book on dream interpretation. It’s one of those dictionary “look up the dream symbol” sort of books, and sort of the best of the lot the last time I went shopping for such things. I’m still on the hunt for a better one, and I have to admit to wanting something rather specific: I’d like a book in which the name “Sigmund Freud” does not appear. Not even once, except maybe in the tag line on the cover that promises the name won’t be repeated within.
Freud, in my opinion, needed therapy. Does that qualify as irony? The man appeared to be, at the very least, a sex addict, with an alarming fixation on the phallus and incest with one’s mother. Thankfully, my dictionary style dream book also lists Carl Jung’s views on what the symbols mean, but Freud’s “insights” are hard to ignore and continue to tick me off. I think I’ve seen only one or two items listed that he didn’t attribute to a phallus, a vagina, incest, or desire for sexual intercourse.
Siggy, seriously, if you weren’t dead, I’d have a list of qualified psychologists for you to try out – and you could bet your boots they’d all be Jungians.
My official blog over on www.auntiemaim.com is sort of a “for business” notion, letting folks know what I’m up to, where I’ve been, etc. This one is for the other stuff: rants, musings, gripes, random weird thoughts, weirder opinions at times, etc. Plus, this blog gives friends the opportunity to comment and then we can have a “post fest” about things here and there.
I’m just starting this up and learning all the features, so bear with me, please. I’ll add more as I go along.