Dreem Time
2/15/2005
Hello Again,
Well,
your old buddy Dreem has taken a look at the blogs and realized he hadn’t
written anything in a little over two months.
That is horrible and I apologize.
Now if you’re still upset… please… stick it in your eye. I’m back and that’s it. You’re stuck with me.
New
News. I now have a girlfriend with whom much of my time is now shared, so the
frequency of my blogs will not be as rapid as I should like. However, I will make these a regular
occurrence again since she has taken it upon herself to “encourage” me to write
them.
Anywho,
life is good. At the moment I’m writing
more music and looking for more clients.
For those of you who can’t remember, I’m a singer/songwriter and a
massage therapist.
A word
on guitar… actually a few words… actually, I’ve already written a few words, so
perhaps a plethora might be more accurate.
Music heals the soul, this we know.
There is no better way to express yourself, whether you play an
instrument or not, then to let loose to some of your favorite music. Whether you are moshing in a pit with a band
above you, screaming in your shower or car, swaying to your favorite piece by
Nora Jones, Alicia Keyes, or Zepplin for that matter, you are dealing with
emotions in a healthy way.
Alright,
that doesn’t exactly qualify for a plethora, but give me a freakin break. Anywho, massage is also an excellent way to
ease off the stress of the day.
Receiving a full body massage is often described as “better the
sex”. I see it as a healthy, less risky
alternative. Anyway, enough of the
risqué innuendos.
Well, I
believe I’ve written enough here for now.
Until my next blog…
12/4/2004
10/21/2004
Hello
Again,
The Yankees lost. Have you seen the headlines of the
magazines? “Hell Freezes Over” happens
to be my favorite… but other papers in New York read “The Chokes On Us.” Well, I still remain a Yankee fan. If I have learned anything from Boston is
that if a Red Sox fan can wait near a century (1918) for a championship, (and
they ONLY have the pennant so far), then I can wait till next season. I still have to give my props to the Yanks,
especially A-Rod with all those homeruns and can we just wait for a second to
admire… 19-8? Ahhh… that’s better.
Anywho, All you Boston fans, I will give you one thing to hold on
to on my behalf. You’re pitcher played
while bleeding. STARTED A GAME
bleeding…all I can say to that is a few obscenities followed by a polite golf
clap. ::claps:: I really cannot say if the mental and
emotional high will be enough to carry over into the world series, but I know
your pitching staff is tired, your players are exhausted. How many days in a row were you FORCED to go
more then 9 innings? I have faith in
the Curse Boston…you won’t take the World Series, be it St. Louis (who has the
best record) or Houston. Take your
pick; I still think you’ll lose. One
must have Hope! Right? Well, at least
that is what you have taught us.
Alright, enough about that.
I wanted to also share the Ms. Banana, right here on our website, has
opened a Southern California Business.
An Awesome place name Epic Video. I would suggest you go visit while in
Long Beach. E – mail for information!
Dream
10/11/2004
Sweeney Todd
The Demon Barber of Fleet Street
“You there, my friend.
Come, let me hold you.
Now, with a sigh
You grow
warm
In my hand,
My friend,
My clever friend.
…
All your days,
My lucky friends.
…
You shall drip rubies,
You’ll
soon drip precious rubies…”
Hello again,
These
lyrics are from a musical that I have grown to love. At first glance, you might think “so what? He’s singing about his
friends.” Well, these friends just
happen to be a set of Razors. Yes
Razors! The line that follows this
song, which is actually a duet with another character in the show, is from the
title character saying, “My right arm is complete again!”
This
is a very dark disturbing show in which a man seeks his vengeance upon the two
men that caused him to lose his former life.
The “Honorable” Judge Turpin and the Beadle (a police officer who
accompanies the judge) transported a man named Benjamin Barker to Australia and
raped his wife. The Judge kept the
young child as his ward and the wife poisoned herself with arsenic bought from
a corner apothecary.
The
musical begins by intertwining the story of a young sailor named Anthony and a
man named Sweeney Todd. Anthony has
saved the life of Sweeney by rescuing him from a raft in the middle of the
ocean. They go their separate ways,
Anthony to fall in love with the Judge’s steward, Johanna, and Sweeney to find
a room and work above a Pie Shop. The
owner of the pie shop, Mrs. Lovett, recounts the tale of Barker to Sweeney and
it is here we learn that he is one and the same man. Barker/Todd has come to exact his revenge on the Beadle and the
Judge by slitting their throats with his straight razors. He promises his “friends” that will drip
rubies, and indeed they do in this horrifically beautiful musical. To learn the dire secrets of human nature
enmeshed within the lyrics of this musical, you must read or see the show for yourself.
Stephen
Sondheim, Broadway composer of many musicals including the ever popular West
Side Story and Into the Woods, really created a show the will lead the
unconscious mind onto a perverse and wicked plateau. Hugh Wheeler wrote the book and he deserves his credit. It is a devilishly exciting piece that I
encourage even the slightly demented to read.
The
subconscious mind in each of us fiends for basic needs… food, water, etc, but
there is another, darker, frightening need.
It is the need to turn our heads to see what “really” happened at a
traffic accident, the need to see Norman Bates dress as his mother and stab the
nubile young vixen in the shower, the need to dress up for the upcoming
Halloween and scare the $#*! out of our friends with the goriest costume we can
acquire. As a race we are
bloodthirsty. Of course, we are too
civilized to act out as the animals we are, too moral to even accept the fact
that it just might feel good to punch an overzealous boss, but it is there, the
existence of the id in the unconscious mind… don’t believe me? Read a psychology book, it will confirm what
I’m telling you. Wheeler and Sondheim
join forces to create and define a man who wants to create his own form of justice.
Happy All Hallows Eve!
Dreem
10/8/2004
Hello Again,
Sorry
I haven’t written in about a month, but I’ve been pretty much glued to my
guitar. I’ve been working on two new
songs. Music for me is a necessary
release of bottled up emotions and thoughts.
It soothes my soul, to coin a cliché.
Anywho, on to a more popular note…
The
ANGEL’S are out of the series! Is this
Boston’s Year??? LOL Of course
not! It’s Never going to be Boston’s
year. (As long as there are Yankees
that is!) The Dodger fans have to
believe in Lima time, but c’mon people.
The Yankees are strong in every single position. Let’s face it, they
have the best team money can buy.
Unfortunately, people use this comment to their discredit, but the way I
see it, you don’t get money if you don’t win games. Dating back to the Bambino the Yanks have pretty much dominated
baseball. Think of a famous baseball
player and most likely you can trace his history to the Yankees. Lou Gherig, Mickey Mantle, Babe Ruth, Whitey
Ford … the list goes on and on down to today’s A-Rod, Jeter, Matsui, and let’s
face it, the whole freaking team. This
team is hot and everyone knows it. Red
Sox fans hope to see the series against their bitter rivals, the NYY, but I
tell you, they must just love watching their team get smashed. The Sox have been putting up points, so I
give credit where credit is due. From
Pedro Martinez on the hill to Johnny Damon in the outfield, they have a solid
team to take them this far. But… and I
do say but…Don’t Forget the Curse! Ha
Ha Ha!!!!!!!!!!! (Maniacal laughter;
ain’t it great!) Boston can’t win. It’s as simple as that. If I’m wrong, then I’ll expect an email or
two hundred telling me so, but I don’t believe in fantasy. Boston’s team just doesn’t measure up inch
for inch to the Yanks, plain and simple.
Anywho,
this is just my opinion. If you feel
differently, feel free to email me by rolling over that weird little sign at
the bottom of the page, which is the symbol for Dream, by the way. Coincidence? I think not. Hope to hear
from you!
Dreem
9/9/2004Hello Again, For those of you who know me, I have two nephews. One of them is seven, so he’s grown out of it, but the other has not yet reached one and he LOVES Sesame Street! As a matter of fact, I grew up on the popular show. My favorite character on the show was Ernie for two reasons:1. He was a joker and his laugh was contagious.
2. He had his philosophical moments usually displayed by the songs he would sing.
It is this second reason that I have included the lyrics to two of my favorite Sesame Street songs, both sung by Ernie and both totally awesome.
I Don't Want To Live On The Moon
sung by Erniewritten by Jeff Moss
Well, I'd like to visit the moon
On a rocketship high in the air.
Yes, I'd like to visit the moon,
But I don't think I'd like to live there.
Though I'd like to look down at the earth
From above,
I'd miss all the places
and people I love,
So although I might like it for one afternoon,
I don't want to live on the moon.
I'd like to travel under the sea.
I could meet all the fish everywhere.
Yes, I'd travel under the sea,
But I don't think I'd like to live there.
I might stay for a day there
If I had my wish,
But there's not much to do
When your friends are all fish,
And an oyster and clam aren't real family,
So I don't want to live under the sea.
I'd like to visit the jungle,
Hear the lion's roar;
Go back in time and meet a dinosaur.
There's so many strange places I'd like to be
But none of them permanently.
So if I should visit the moon,
Well, I'll dance on a moonbeam, and then
I will make a wish on a star,
And I'll wish I was home once again.
Though I'd like to look down at the earth from above,
I would miss all the places
And people I love
So although I may go,
I'll be coming home soon,
'Cause I don't want to live on the moon.
No, I don't want to live on the moon.
Imagine That
Sometimes I imagine
That I would like to be
A knight in shining armor
In a castle by the sea
A knight in shining armor with a princess by my side
I'd have a magic feather and a horse that I could ride
And the king would say, "Sir Ernie, you're so handsome and
so brave Please rid us of this dragon breathing fire in his cave"
And I'd get on my horse and I'd start to ride
I'd travel my way through the countryside
I'd come at last to the dragon's cave
And I'd yell, "Mr. Dragon, you'd better behave!"
And the dragon would be so scared of me
That he'd run away, and the kingdom would be free!
And I'd tip my hat
Imagine that
Imagine thaaaaaaaat
Imagine that!
Sometimes I imagine
That I would like to be
A daring bold explorer
Sailing far across the sea
I'd set out on a sailing ship to find a distant land
I'd gaze across the ocean with my telescope in hand
And the captain would say, "Ernie, there's a big storm
drawing near,
You're our finest bravest sailor; you must grab the wheel and
steer!"
And I'd grab the wheel in the wind and rain
I'd steer the ship through the hurricane
I'd guide the ship with a steady hand
I'd lead the way toward a brand new land
I'd spy the land lying safe and near
And I'd cry "Land-ho!", and the crew would cheer!
And I'd tip my hat
Imagine that
Imagine thaaaaaaat
Imagine that!
Sometimes I imagine
That I would like to be
A person who's named Ernie
Who looks quite a lot like me
Who likes the things that I like
And who does the things I do
And I don't have to imagine
Because I'm Ernie!
Me, that's who!
(nifty Ernie laugh)
And I'd tip my hat
Imagine that
Imagine thaaaaaaat
Imagine that!
Thanks again for reading and don’t forget to turn on Sesame
Street for your younger siblings or relations.
It really does make a difference.
It is on PBS, so check your local listings.
9/7/2004
Hello Again,
I’m back from
camping! Hallelujah I’m Alive! I arrived yesterday Sept 6, but was so
exhausted that I made a welcome visitation to my bathroom then promptly fell
asleep. It was a great trip people, let
me tell ya, it was hot as Hades up by Mt. Whitney, but I didn’t die, which
makes it all worthwhile. There was fish
plentiful enough to stave off hunger, rabbit present enough for us to hit with
a van, and dove scarce enough for us to doubt their existence. The funny part is, I come back to
civilization and my allergies, which were not too bad out in the boonies, are
killing me here in South Gate. How sad
is that? I guess smog does have
something to do with it. Anywho, I
caught a few trout, but mainly I drowned worms. I also figured out how to use a shotgun and killed many Corona
animals. There were plenty of those
around the three campsites our party packed, along with the infamous Heineken
birds, which were shot as well.
Well, my blog is back up and running so I hope you all have read
my review on Star Trek Frontiers Episode 3.
Bam is working on the review for Episode 4 and the Claw is suffering
over Episode 5. As soon as all these
Frontier Reviews are finished, I will be back to reviewing my favorite
books. A friend of mine has suggested I
review one of her favorite books, I told her to review it herself. Who knows, we might have the presence of a
female writer soon here at Noriega.biz.
I promise to put her in communication with Roger, (Kirk? And by the way, what the hell is a Vulcan?)
So adieu for now peoples.
Dreem
8/31/2004
Hello again,
This is just
a quick blog before I depart on my personal exodus up into the desert. In the common tongue, I’m going
camping. A whole week of fishing,
hunting, and starving (because we all agreed to eat what we catch ourselves)
awaits me. I will tell you all about my
retreat on my return. Unfortunately
that means that I will not be updating my blog until Monday, Sept. 6th. Well, that’s it for now, make sure and check
out my review on Star Trek if you’re into that nerdy stuff.
8/27/2004
Hello Again,
For those of you who
care, my ankle is swelling nicely. Yes,
I’m still in Pain! Ahh well, I’ll get
over it or die trying, right?
Anywho, today’s blog is going to be about an author with whom I hope
you are familiar. His name is Shel Silverstein. He is author to several children’s books
including “A Light in the Attic”, “Where the Sidewalk Ends”, “Falling Up”, and
“The Giving Tree”. The first three
books are compilations of poems with humorous artwork, tastefully done. The latter is a short story inspires tears
in the ears of young and old alike. One
of my favorite poems comes from his book “Where the Sidewalk Ends”. It is titled “Invitation”. I would strongly suggest purchasing ANY of
Mr. Silverstein’s books.
Shel Silverstein was
born in 1930 in Chicago, Ill. and always displayed a talent for drawing and
writing as a child. While serving in
the Armed Forces in the 1950’s he drew for the Pacific Stars and Stripes. From 1956 onwards he regularly published
cartoons for Playboy and in the early 60’s, he became a respected composer in
the folk genre. Artists including
Johnny Cash and Loretta Lynn have used his compositions, but none so successful
as Dr. Hook. In short, his work has
become enjoyable for both child and adult alike.
Dreem
8/26/2004
Hello Again,
Today was a most
eventful day. I received a picture from my sister that I thought I’d share with
you. It is a picture of me dressed up
for a cousin’s wedding. Of course, this
is at the reception after the tie came off. lol Anywho, I hurt my ankle today playing basketball ::sniff
sniff:: so I must remain off of it and
that means I’ll be able to give you plenty to read about in my next blog! So YAY for You!
Dreem
This is I, Dreem!
8/23/04 - First a little about me, Dreem! I love to read literature, write poetry,
short stories, etc. Also, I happen to be a musician/singer/songwriter and an
actor of the stage and screen, but then again, in CA, who isn’t an actor! Just go to Hollywood and every waiter is an
actor waiting for their “big break”.
Fortunately, acting work is not upon what I depend for my salary. I’m a certified massage therapist by trade.
Anywho, on to the point. This
blog is going to be basically, my availing attentions, delicious diatribes, or
other insidious inferences to anything I deem worthy throughout the week. If you have any suggestions or comments on
subject matter, I would love to hear from you, for this site will also be a
place for you to waste valuable time since you have nothing better to do. I mean, hey, let’s face it, you’re sitting
in front of your computer right now reading this… and you still deny it? Really… well, to each his own.
…which leads me to my first tirade, or harangue, if you prefer. I
just saw the movie Hidalgo, the one with Viggo Mortensen, and was I blown away
… by the ambient sound mainly (that was for you Roger). But seriously, I thought the movie was very
well done, very epic with the panoramic scenery. Vistas of all types of nature, from the forests and wilderness,
to the desert wastelands were abundant throughout the film. Viggo had certain scenes where the audience
might have had trouble distinguishing him from a familiar Aragorn (his role in
Lord of the Rings [LOTR]). I mean, hey,
give him a crown instead of a cowboy hat and who’s to say he isn’t. In Hidalgo he speaks Sioux. In LOTR he speaks
Tengwar (Elvish). This man speaks
fluent English, Spanish and Dutch! He
is definitely king material. lol Anywho, he gets enough praise from all the
critics. In Hidalgo, I think he did an
excellent job, though he did remind us a little of the King of Men, and he
acted with a fine cast.
Well, I’ll have more to say about Lord of the Rings (the novels)
trilogy and many other pieces of fine literature soon. I would love to hear from you if you feel it
necessary to flood me with emails.
There is a link on the bottom of the page for you to do so. So... do so.
