Friday, December 12, 2008
Jimmy Page
Okay, in our last episode we established that Jimmy Page had come to Reno to make a CD with David Coverdale of Whitesnake. And it was good. Right about that time Poison was on tour with the "Bullet Boys" (a cool Ted Templeman produced band in the vein of Van Halen), Slaughter (the pride of Las Vegas) and Poison Headlining at their Zenith (the tour would play at the Lawlor Events Center on the UNR campus). Scotty Roberts, Poison's Road Manager, calls me up and says, "Hey Max, will you call David and Jimmy, and invite them to join us"? So I did. It was a great night. The Bullet Boys, and Slaughter were like kids at Christmas. Tim Kelly, guitarist for Slaughter bear hugs me, and says "Dude! I met Jimmy Page, my childhood dream!" (Tim died in a car accident a couple years later, returning from a gig, so hey St Peter put that one on your list). I had been friends for years with Bret, C.C., Rikki & Bobby, through our mutual Hollywood friend Kenny Ryback. Poison had been asking Jimmy & David to come out and jam during the encore. David was a little pensive, due to the fact they wanted to do "Rock'n'Roll" by Led Zeppelin. David turns to me and says "what are the words?" (he was in Deep Purple, for crying out loud, why not do "Burn" as well?) Jimmy didn't like David being excluded, and kept saying "Thanks, but no" to the Jam. Poison was at their peak. They had an ass kicking show. C.C. was on fire. Poison had this cool custom built stage, with inset "portals" for pyrotechinics. That means there were holes in the stage. In a final plea from the wings of the stage, Bret got David & Jimmy to join them onstage. Jimmy's Body Guard & Personal Affairs Manager, gave me a spooky, stern look. I shrugged, "they'll have fun". It was either Bret's or C.C.'s prize Les Paul that was handed to Jimmy, as they were introduced to the cowd of 10,000 cheering fans. That guitar saved Jimmy's life. As David and Jimmy walked out onstage to the tune of Led Zeppelin's "Rock'n'Roll", Jimmy fell right into the hole in the stage. My heart sank. The entire arena was silent. Then, with that cherubic grin, he crawled back out onto the stage, (with a 2 piece Les Paul) and Jimmy, like the true Rock Hero he is, says..."Can I have a different guitar? This one doesn't play very good". All of a sudden C.C. goes into "Stairway to Heaven". Jimmy immediately vetoed that one, and threw down some "Rover". It was a crazy fantastic trainwreck, and quite an end to the show. Jimmy was hurt. We had to take him to the Hospital. It was the longest ride, and yet only a mere 4 or 5 blocks to St. Mary's Hospital. You go from a Rock Concert with all that music and crowd cheers, to the sterile quiet of an emergency room. Jimmy was going to be just fine. He cracked 2 ribs. The lights were bright, the Doctors & Nurses were stern, we were on our best behavior. Check in and paperwork, all serious. Lots of questions...."Name?", "James Page"...."Occupation?"...(Jimmy looks at me and grins)..."Time Waster"....
Blind Melon
Ok, it's time for a KRZQ story. For those of you who don't know, Daniel Cook & I, (along with many other very talented people) took over KRZQ in the spring of '87. It was the first time in many years that there was 2 Rock stations in Reno (KKBC went away in, like '80). March 13th, (a Friday) 1992, at 3:00pm, I flipped KRZQ "Alternative". Prior to that we were considered a "Rock 40", and we played Guns'N'Roses and the Cure, along with cool all time greats. A switch to "Alternative" was an arduous and ambitious task. We worked hard, and brought a lot of cool "Low Dough" shows to town. One of them being Blind Melon & Flowerhead at the Ice House, (now a strip club) for $1.00. It was early March of '93. There was still snow on the ground in Reno from a recent storm. Both Bands made it to town, and KRZQ provided the P.A. system & lights for the show. I was having Dinner, when the club called, the band had screwed up the monitor system, and now was refusing to play. I talked to their road mgr, and told him I would get a new monitor system. I called Scott at Starsound, at 7pm, on a Saturday night, and my old friend came through for me, delivered a new monitor system, and even set it up. When we arrived at the club an hour later, Blind Melon, still refused to play. What? I got you a new monitor system! Play! Blind Melon's Road Manager told me that Shannon, (Shannon Hoon, singer) Was so stressed that he strained his vocal chords yelling at the crew. So? Play! They Refused. The club was packed to capacity. A lot of people had driven a long way to be there, and I hated to dissapoint them. I got on stage, and made the announcement, "Radio Buddies" Blind Melon will not be playing tonight. If you want your dollar back, we'll do that, otherwise, KRZQ says "Free Beer" for the next hour,and Flowerhead will play! Shannon Hoon was standing 10 feet away from me in the audience, and yells "Make us out to be the Bad Guys!" I jumped off the stage, microphone in hand, I'd had it with his RockStar attitude. I said, "tell 'em why you won't play, didn't I get you 2 different P.A. systems? Didn't I get the band and crew Hotel Rooms? Didn't I feed you all twice?" He just stood there, after a long pause, and said "F*ck You!" I grabbed the Microphone back, and said, "There you have it, straight from Shannon, Reno gets a big F*ck You from Blind Melon!" Shannon took a swing at me. This was not a good idea. Shannon was maybe 5'7", I'm 6'5", he weighed maybe 140. I'm stepping in at 210. I reached out with my arm, putting my hand on top of his head, and held him at bay while he furiously swung away, unable to reach me with his blows (all of you with little brothers have used this same trick). Finally, I picked him up by his jacket, and belt loop, and tossed him out into a pile of snow, I looked at the rest of the band, "who's next?" none of them wanted to take me on. Blind Melon got on their Bus, and got the hell out of Reno. It's too bad, they were a good band. They were something. I got to see them backstage at Cal Expo, when they opened for Jimmy Page & Robert Plant, they were cordial. I felt real bad when Shannon overdosed and died about a month later. I guess the old formula goes like this: I'll write a song about the future, and song about the past, and then I'm gonna off myself, and make the music last. Shannon's hanging out with Brad Nowell (of Sublime), two of the greatest songwriters from the '90s, gone before their prime...
The Artists
Your Career is not your identity. Your hopes, dreams, and visions are. Your ability to connect with other Human Beings is your legacy. Not how much money you made. Money is important, let's consider it fuel. But my question is, why is it always the artists who are always looked upon to save the world. Is it because they connect with people, where our elected officials don't? Is it because they convey Hope where other leaders pursue an agenda? Could it be then, that dreams themselves live in the hearts of those who believe & participate? Quantum Physics, the dreams "stuff" is made of? We all have dreams, even those who've let them die. What is your vision?
Tracklisting for Max Volume's "Illuminaughty"
It's finally here! My new cd "illuminaughty (c) (p)2007"! I want to thank my Bass Player John Gaddis, my Drummer Chuck Ruff (Edgar Winter & Sammy Hagar), and my Austin, Texas, hotshot guitar slinger brother Widgeon Holland, whom I somehow convinced that it would be a good thing to forego several days & nights of summer fun, to sit in a studio and make my new cd really, really good. But Wait! Don't Forget Pat Cola & Mike (Underpants) Grover from PUSHBoX, who played on the song Reno, Nevada!
Illuminaughty:
1. Truckee River Daydream/ Day To Last Forever Reprise -an intro to...
2. Reno, Nevada- I wanted to write a song about Reno that was all about Horses, Mountains, Snow & Happy Stuff!
3. Trollman- this song is about killing the fear inside you.
4. BTJ -Stands for "Billy The Janitor" I wrote this steel guitar bit right after I found out one of my best friends, and fellow radio Dj was killed and robbed of his gear after leaving a radio remote in Orlando, Florida.
5. Long Road To Nowhere- I was at Bully's, with some friends (Beer was involved) and this one guy at the end of the bar was going on & on about his "Cheatin' Lying Tweekin' Bitch"! I went over and smacked him upside the head (just like my Irish Grandfather used to do when he'd ask me if I wanted somrthing to cry about), told him to shut up, quit crying. "Dude" I said, "we've all starred in that movie".
6. Gemini Wind -Ok, so John Mayer wrote the lyrics. It was a contest in Esquire Magazine. John threw down the gauntlet, "here's the lyrics, you write the music". So I Did. I wrote a song with John Mayer! Yay!
7. Girl I want it all- perhaps the naughtiest, horniest lyrics I ever wrote. Women Rock!
8. Want Her Bad -A Valentine's Day present, I, unfortunately was never able to deliver. So now it belongs to you. A cross between Tesla & Perfect Circle.
9. And We Swam -I awoke from a disturbing dream. My Son and I were in a used record store. The Clerks were Chris Payne & Jack Black, (like an out-take from John Cusack's "High Fidelity"). They belittled us and made fun of us for everything we were buying. It was pure comedy. I kept asking what song they were playing. "Song, what song?" "Do you hear voices too"? They railed on us. Standing over by the turntable was Nick Danger who kept pointing to the label on the record, which said "Swam". I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote the whole thing in 20 minutes. And invented a new tuning, The low E is dropped to a C, the B is dropped to A sharp. Thanks Nick!
10. Baby's Got Ink -What? Brad Paisley's the only guy to ever sing about a hottie with a Butterfly Tatoo?
11. Empty Heart Blues -Robert Johnson was in town for Hot August Nights. He stopped by.
12. Where Do Old Cheerleaders Go To Die? Or Strippers? NFL guys? In America there are people whose career plans change when they hit 30. Disposable People, with 40 years left to live. Now What?
13. More & More -A Beatles Moment, me on piano, "jonesing" (an '80's term, yet so apropo) for the stage.
14. The Road To Now -most of the people you know are thinking about yesterday, and tomorrow. No one thinks about Now. Yesterday got you here, tomorrow will be just fine,....if you pay attention NOW!
15. Why Are You Here? An old girlfriend shows up to let me know I was the "one that got away"....
Illuminaughty:
1. Truckee River Daydream/ Day To Last Forever Reprise -an intro to...
2. Reno, Nevada- I wanted to write a song about Reno that was all about Horses, Mountains, Snow & Happy Stuff!
3. Trollman- this song is about killing the fear inside you.
4. BTJ -Stands for "Billy The Janitor" I wrote this steel guitar bit right after I found out one of my best friends, and fellow radio Dj was killed and robbed of his gear after leaving a radio remote in Orlando, Florida.
5. Long Road To Nowhere- I was at Bully's, with some friends (Beer was involved) and this one guy at the end of the bar was going on & on about his "Cheatin' Lying Tweekin' Bitch"! I went over and smacked him upside the head (just like my Irish Grandfather used to do when he'd ask me if I wanted somrthing to cry about), told him to shut up, quit crying. "Dude" I said, "we've all starred in that movie".
6. Gemini Wind -Ok, so John Mayer wrote the lyrics. It was a contest in Esquire Magazine. John threw down the gauntlet, "here's the lyrics, you write the music". So I Did. I wrote a song with John Mayer! Yay!
7. Girl I want it all- perhaps the naughtiest, horniest lyrics I ever wrote. Women Rock!
8. Want Her Bad -A Valentine's Day present, I, unfortunately was never able to deliver. So now it belongs to you. A cross between Tesla & Perfect Circle.
9. And We Swam -I awoke from a disturbing dream. My Son and I were in a used record store. The Clerks were Chris Payne & Jack Black, (like an out-take from John Cusack's "High Fidelity"). They belittled us and made fun of us for everything we were buying. It was pure comedy. I kept asking what song they were playing. "Song, what song?" "Do you hear voices too"? They railed on us. Standing over by the turntable was Nick Danger who kept pointing to the label on the record, which said "Swam". I woke up in the middle of the night and wrote the whole thing in 20 minutes. And invented a new tuning, The low E is dropped to a C, the B is dropped to A sharp. Thanks Nick!
10. Baby's Got Ink -What? Brad Paisley's the only guy to ever sing about a hottie with a Butterfly Tatoo?
11. Empty Heart Blues -Robert Johnson was in town for Hot August Nights. He stopped by.
12. Where Do Old Cheerleaders Go To Die? Or Strippers? NFL guys? In America there are people whose career plans change when they hit 30. Disposable People, with 40 years left to live. Now What?
13. More & More -A Beatles Moment, me on piano, "jonesing" (an '80's term, yet so apropo) for the stage.
14. The Road To Now -most of the people you know are thinking about yesterday, and tomorrow. No one thinks about Now. Yesterday got you here, tomorrow will be just fine,....if you pay attention NOW!
15. Why Are You Here? An old girlfriend shows up to let me know I was the "one that got away"....
Who Is Widgeon Holland?
It was a dark, cold, Reno winter night. My friend Kyle Archuletta had called to say he was Hosting an "Open Mic" night at his (then) club, Beaches, and that I, "should grab my guitar" and join the fun. Deciding that I would rather hang out with cool people rather than watch TV, I did.
Beaches was packed, with a who's of the Reno Music Scene. I met a couple of guys, who looked like wayward Frat boys. James Skipper, Austin Texas native, and Nick Alverson, Reed High Graduate. I'd seen them on campus at UNR. Skipper looks like Matt McConaghey, and Nick could be Matt Damon's stunt double. They were trouble looking for a place to happen.
All 3 of us broke strings. We served up heapin' helpings of "Folk Music Shot From Guns". Later, Skip says, "you should join us at Harry's Watering Hole". "Every Thursday, our friend Drew hosts a kickass party".
3 weeks later I showed at Harry's. As I sat my Guitar down, I was greeted to a packed house, and all eyes and ears were fixed on the stage. Skip was up there with some guy in a robe, wearing Dark Glasses, looking like he'd just left a party at the Playboy Mansion. It was Widgeon Holland doing the Gigolo Bullet revue. To this day, I remember the set as one of the best shows I'd ever seen.
Widgeon Holland was born in March 1975 to a prominent hippie couple at their home, in Austin Texas. His Dad, Travis Holland was famous in these parts, most notably as a Cosmic Cowboy, and revered seminal Willie Nelson sideman.
At age 16, Widgeon was signed to a management contract with Stevie Ray Vaughan's manager, Chesley Millikin. Chesley was the original head of Epic Records in London. He, for many years, was known for his close working relations with the Rolling Stones, and the Grateful Dead. Chesley discovered Stevie Ray Vaughan, and remains one of Rock's enduring legends.
Chesley adopted Widgeon at age 17, so he could take him on a world tour as the new guitar player for ...Long John Baldry. Widgeon went on to play many music festivals around the world touring with his own "Widgeon Holland Trio", and was lauded for some wicked ass jams with Ronnie Wood, and Eric Burdon.
Releasing several successful Widgeon Cd's in Europe, (where he resides), he is acclaimed as a living legend of Texas Blues....with some Funk in da Trunk. America? Not so much here,...yet. A Fall and Winter West Coast Tour could change all that.
When I met Widgeon, we started writing songs as if we'd known each other all our lives. We finished each other's riffs. Hear Widgeon rip the lead guitar on my new CD illuminaughty. Or just listen to the 4 songs on my myspace. Joined with Chuck Ruff on Drums, (Sammy Hagar, Edgar Winter), and John Gaddis, (legendary Reno Bass player), plus Cola & Underpants from PUSHBoX (on Reno, Nevada), Widgeon and I Kick the sh*t out our our guitars to bring you rock for the new millenium, on our CD "iluminaughty"...
Now if I had decided to stay home and watch TV...
Beaches was packed, with a who's of the Reno Music Scene. I met a couple of guys, who looked like wayward Frat boys. James Skipper, Austin Texas native, and Nick Alverson, Reed High Graduate. I'd seen them on campus at UNR. Skipper looks like Matt McConaghey, and Nick could be Matt Damon's stunt double. They were trouble looking for a place to happen.
All 3 of us broke strings. We served up heapin' helpings of "Folk Music Shot From Guns". Later, Skip says, "you should join us at Harry's Watering Hole". "Every Thursday, our friend Drew hosts a kickass party".
3 weeks later I showed at Harry's. As I sat my Guitar down, I was greeted to a packed house, and all eyes and ears were fixed on the stage. Skip was up there with some guy in a robe, wearing Dark Glasses, looking like he'd just left a party at the Playboy Mansion. It was Widgeon Holland doing the Gigolo Bullet revue. To this day, I remember the set as one of the best shows I'd ever seen.
Widgeon Holland was born in March 1975 to a prominent hippie couple at their home, in Austin Texas. His Dad, Travis Holland was famous in these parts, most notably as a Cosmic Cowboy, and revered seminal Willie Nelson sideman.
At age 16, Widgeon was signed to a management contract with Stevie Ray Vaughan's manager, Chesley Millikin. Chesley was the original head of Epic Records in London. He, for many years, was known for his close working relations with the Rolling Stones, and the Grateful Dead. Chesley discovered Stevie Ray Vaughan, and remains one of Rock's enduring legends.
Chesley adopted Widgeon at age 17, so he could take him on a world tour as the new guitar player for ...Long John Baldry. Widgeon went on to play many music festivals around the world touring with his own "Widgeon Holland Trio", and was lauded for some wicked ass jams with Ronnie Wood, and Eric Burdon.
Releasing several successful Widgeon Cd's in Europe, (where he resides), he is acclaimed as a living legend of Texas Blues....with some Funk in da Trunk. America? Not so much here,...yet. A Fall and Winter West Coast Tour could change all that.
When I met Widgeon, we started writing songs as if we'd known each other all our lives. We finished each other's riffs. Hear Widgeon rip the lead guitar on my new CD illuminaughty. Or just listen to the 4 songs on my myspace. Joined with Chuck Ruff on Drums, (Sammy Hagar, Edgar Winter), and John Gaddis, (legendary Reno Bass player), plus Cola & Underpants from PUSHBoX (on Reno, Nevada), Widgeon and I Kick the sh*t out our our guitars to bring you rock for the new millenium, on our CD "iluminaughty"...
Now if I had decided to stay home and watch TV...
Why The Hate?
Where is the Love? As a student, I studied the world's religions, and Buddha once said, "All the Troubles, Worry & Strife in the World today are Caused by Greed". To a large extent, that's true. Think about it. I think we can add to that...jealousy. Western civilization encountered a peculiar phenomena in the 20th century, with the advent of Movies, TV, Sports, and Music. As a society we entered into a realm of "Star Culture", and "Star Worship". As many Psych classes as I had to take, (on the road to a degree), It became evident that there are those, who vicariously live their lives through their Heroes.
It is so easy to feel inconsequential and irrelevant, when you look at your life, and position in the world. Each one of us, a speck of dust. Truly, all we have is each other. If one of us has more, and it hurts because we have less, then jealousy takes over. Certainly, we all feel some sort of entitlement to our share of the "Horn of Plenty".
Casting aspersions upon each other, and tearing others down, will sometimes give you a rush, and make you feel better...for a moment, but it is the "Sugar High" of the psyche. The wound is still there. People who talk trash of others, are merely a textbook example of low self esteem and low self worth. Next time someone does so, give them a hug and tell them they're important too, and to do something positive, ...contribute to the universe.
90 percent of reality, is perception. What it is, is what you want it to be. I have so many haters I have to deal with, who fail to recognize their gifts, and shun all the good the universe wants to bring them. By giving power to the hate machine, hate begats hate, begats hate, and hate becomes stronger. Hate is embodied by all who hate. It is the dark force in the universe. We all have special gifts, things we do, that few others can. Find that thing you do, where you really shine, and do it a lot. You are a rockstar, claim your throne.
In my career, It has been my goal to make sure that those who have so little, have access (if they have a radio) to the best music ever made. If you have a radio, you can hear the best cd's, by the best bands, and their best songs. It has been paramount to give all a chance to win contests, and meet their heroes, regardless of race, creed, religion, or, whether you're hot or not. I'm always available to help your group, organization, or school events & fundraisers.
I always stop to talk to people. I often learn things from others. A different point of view can sometimes bring a perspective that helps you overcome those stumbling blocks. Sadly, the other day, (while giving out 40,000 roses) A lady comes up to me and starts bitching me out for something I didn't do. When I told her it could not have been me, she said "Well, it was somebody with blond hair". See, that's the kind of mentality that found so many tossed in jail. A crime was comitted, it was a black man...go get one...
I don't judge others, for I haved been judged all my life. I don't hate others, for people hate me. Why? Because they don't feel good about themselves. So when someone hurts you, realize it is because deep inside, they hurt, and they hate themselves, they hate their lives. I do not consider myself to be a celebrity. I'm a fan with a microphone. I think Dj's are a notch above Rodeo Clowns. However, you would not believe the things that have happened to me, because of celebrity.
I can write a whole book on people that have claimed to be me, impersonated me, and ran around town being me. Right now, there are several Max Volume's out here. It's a cool name. I chose it 25 years ago because it's on your radio. There is a guy here locally, on myspace: Maxxx Volume, who thinks so little of himself, that he is pretending to be me, and, as evidence of his cowardice, his profile is set to private, so who knows what he's all about! Plus, people will believe it's me! Well it's not, I'm Max Volume, yesterday, today & tomorrow, and this is MY SPACE.
One woman took it upon herself to conduct a character assasination of me because she was afraid that what I knew about her would become public. I had no intentions of exposing her, she would lose her job, and never work in her profession again, for that I could not handle the guilt. Once again, perception is 90 percent reality. Sad thing is, what she did to me, (a single Dad) many people believed it. Most people will believe anything you tell them. Case in point, jack someone's email with a cut & paste and send to all, your seemingly true account, or photoshop them in a compromising position. Karl Rove once said that to nip a bad piece of press in the bud, accuse your accuser of a greater misdeed, therby negating any creedence or validity of their statements, rendering them powerless.
Niccolo Machiavelli wrote a book called the Prince. Anyone who works for corporate America, needs to read this book. It is the precursor to most managerial thinking, and conclusions. But where is the love? The Dalai Lama once said, "We are all so different, yet so much alike, we all want the same things, Shelter, Warmth, Food, Love, yet we are all so different, that sooner or later we will get in each other's way, and make each other mad", so don't try to piss each other off, ...you're going to do it anyway.
Jesus was a rebel, he was a man who had independent thought, at a time when people couldn't, or wouldn't think for themselves, ....so let he/she who has not sinned, cast the first stone. Bring the love to all you do, and let the universe bring to you all the good things that are waiting for you. What it is, is what you want it to be...
It is so easy to feel inconsequential and irrelevant, when you look at your life, and position in the world. Each one of us, a speck of dust. Truly, all we have is each other. If one of us has more, and it hurts because we have less, then jealousy takes over. Certainly, we all feel some sort of entitlement to our share of the "Horn of Plenty".
Casting aspersions upon each other, and tearing others down, will sometimes give you a rush, and make you feel better...for a moment, but it is the "Sugar High" of the psyche. The wound is still there. People who talk trash of others, are merely a textbook example of low self esteem and low self worth. Next time someone does so, give them a hug and tell them they're important too, and to do something positive, ...contribute to the universe.
90 percent of reality, is perception. What it is, is what you want it to be. I have so many haters I have to deal with, who fail to recognize their gifts, and shun all the good the universe wants to bring them. By giving power to the hate machine, hate begats hate, begats hate, and hate becomes stronger. Hate is embodied by all who hate. It is the dark force in the universe. We all have special gifts, things we do, that few others can. Find that thing you do, where you really shine, and do it a lot. You are a rockstar, claim your throne.
In my career, It has been my goal to make sure that those who have so little, have access (if they have a radio) to the best music ever made. If you have a radio, you can hear the best cd's, by the best bands, and their best songs. It has been paramount to give all a chance to win contests, and meet their heroes, regardless of race, creed, religion, or, whether you're hot or not. I'm always available to help your group, organization, or school events & fundraisers.
I always stop to talk to people. I often learn things from others. A different point of view can sometimes bring a perspective that helps you overcome those stumbling blocks. Sadly, the other day, (while giving out 40,000 roses) A lady comes up to me and starts bitching me out for something I didn't do. When I told her it could not have been me, she said "Well, it was somebody with blond hair". See, that's the kind of mentality that found so many tossed in jail. A crime was comitted, it was a black man...go get one...
I don't judge others, for I haved been judged all my life. I don't hate others, for people hate me. Why? Because they don't feel good about themselves. So when someone hurts you, realize it is because deep inside, they hurt, and they hate themselves, they hate their lives. I do not consider myself to be a celebrity. I'm a fan with a microphone. I think Dj's are a notch above Rodeo Clowns. However, you would not believe the things that have happened to me, because of celebrity.
I can write a whole book on people that have claimed to be me, impersonated me, and ran around town being me. Right now, there are several Max Volume's out here. It's a cool name. I chose it 25 years ago because it's on your radio. There is a guy here locally, on myspace: Maxxx Volume, who thinks so little of himself, that he is pretending to be me, and, as evidence of his cowardice, his profile is set to private, so who knows what he's all about! Plus, people will believe it's me! Well it's not, I'm Max Volume, yesterday, today & tomorrow, and this is MY SPACE.
One woman took it upon herself to conduct a character assasination of me because she was afraid that what I knew about her would become public. I had no intentions of exposing her, she would lose her job, and never work in her profession again, for that I could not handle the guilt. Once again, perception is 90 percent reality. Sad thing is, what she did to me, (a single Dad) many people believed it. Most people will believe anything you tell them. Case in point, jack someone's email with a cut & paste and send to all, your seemingly true account, or photoshop them in a compromising position. Karl Rove once said that to nip a bad piece of press in the bud, accuse your accuser of a greater misdeed, therby negating any creedence or validity of their statements, rendering them powerless.
Niccolo Machiavelli wrote a book called the Prince. Anyone who works for corporate America, needs to read this book. It is the precursor to most managerial thinking, and conclusions. But where is the love? The Dalai Lama once said, "We are all so different, yet so much alike, we all want the same things, Shelter, Warmth, Food, Love, yet we are all so different, that sooner or later we will get in each other's way, and make each other mad", so don't try to piss each other off, ...you're going to do it anyway.
Jesus was a rebel, he was a man who had independent thought, at a time when people couldn't, or wouldn't think for themselves, ....so let he/she who has not sinned, cast the first stone. Bring the love to all you do, and let the universe bring to you all the good things that are waiting for you. What it is, is what you want it to be...
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