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Twilight Girl by Will Dockery & Henry Conley - the video
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Will Dockery
2015-09-16 14:33:47 UTC
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Twilight Girl is beautiful. On my machine it cuts off near the end
(right
after "Ghost horses from the car ahead/Looks like engine...."--I tried
it several times, same thing).
Yes, Reverbnation cut the song early, something about the "file was too
large" at that time... they've since changed the system so I should do a
reload one of these days.
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I wish you would, I had the same problem when you posted the link a while
back and it's very annoying (you may recall I like the song too).
DianeE
Thank you Diane, I remember that now.

I really do need to replace that track, and will a.s.a.p. with all these
many (two, but each listener is important to me) requests... but, meanwhile,
as I posted for Willie, the entire song is on the video, available via this
link:

Check out "Twilight Girl by Will Dockery & Henry Conley - the video
http://www.reverbnation.com/open_graph/video/11602577

This is actually the track with a slideshow of images, so is in fact the
same recording, full length.

Thanks again for listening, Diane, and glad you liked what you heard.

:D
Will Dockery
2015-12-07 12:20:14 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.

But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).

Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
2004, waving good-bye to her:

Twilight Girl

"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry

Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.

:D
Will Dockery
2015-12-08 12:46:47 UTC
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Check out Twilight Girl
I really like the chords leading into the "This is the weight" chorus. First a Dylan circa BOTT chord morphing into a Knopfler SoS chord. And the whole song, too.
Just saw this, or rather just now seeing and remembering it, high praise indeed, and interesting perspective, as well... thanks, Willie.

Good morning, Willie (a repost but the emotion & sediment is still the same, or close)... here we are, at the start of another one, a little worse for wear but bring it on, I say...

I hope that you will feel free to download my song collection, and also feel free to use them as a stocking stuffer this Christmas, a more unique gift will be slightly hard to find, literally.

https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry?0

The idea would be to burn your discs and in the case of an artist such as yourself (and many others reading this), design a spiff album cover to go with it.

Don't forget to post a copy of the artwork... I'd consider that a splendid gift for me, actually.

And... so it still is going, after all.

:D
Will Dockery
2016-06-18 02:14:02 UTC
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Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry
Well with your drug-induced black outs I can see how that would be
difficult.
Really, you just make this stuff up as you go along don't you , Dink?

:)
Will Dockery
2018-07-27 15:30:59 UTC
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Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry
Well with your drug-induced black outs I can see how that would be
difficult.
Actually booze could cause that, never had it happen with drugs.

:)
Beach Comber
2018-07-28 06:55:16 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Always a classic, and may her memory be eternal...….
Will Dockery
2018-08-09 10:07:56 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Always a classic, and may her memory be eternal...….
Some photos from last night's show:

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Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.

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With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.

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Niki Lane sings the blues.
Will Dockery
2018-08-09 21:59:38 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Always a classic, and may her memory be eternal...….
Some photos from last night's show:

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9

Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654

With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54

Niki Lane sings the Blues...
Will Dockery
2018-08-09 01:22:56 UTC
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An example of the Conley Brothers Band backing an original work...

Splendid musicians, as nobody can deny.
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 20:49:29 UTC
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An example of the Conley Brothers Band backing an original work...

Splendid musicians, as nobody can deny... well, the trolls can deny it but
they're obviously bullshitting.

:)
Frank Branigan
2018-09-11 23:41:18 UTC
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An example of the Conley Brothers Band backing an original work...
Splendid musicians, as nobody can deny.
Still rang trough though...
Will Dockery
2018-08-09 22:40:15 UTC
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More photos coming soon... stay tuned.
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 00:54:52 UTC
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More photos coming soon... stay tuned.
Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 02:06:01 UTC
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Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots
Another lie from you, which is n surprise:

Some photos from last night's show:

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9

Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654

With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.

https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54

Niki Lane sings the Blues...

So, liar, where are these "crotch shots"?

Right, they don't exist.
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 02:44:19 UTC
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Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9
Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654
With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54
Niki Lane sings the Blues...
So, liar, where are these "crotch shots"?
Right, they don't exist.
Go watch your "Kaleidoscope" show on youtube.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 02:48:01 UTC
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Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9
Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654
With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54
Niki Lane sings the Blues...
So, liar, where are these "crotch shots"?
Right, they don't exist.
Go watch your "Kaleidoscope" show on youtube.
So... you admit you watch them?

:)
m***@gmail.com
2018-08-10 02:57:37 UTC
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Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9
Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654
With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54
Niki Lane sings the Blues...
So, liar, where are these "crotch shots"?
Right, they don't exist.
Go watch your "Kaleidoscope" show on youtube.
So... you admit you watch them?
Only after NancyGene reviews them.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 04:12:39 UTC
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Hoo boy! More hillbilly crotch shots
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38694570_10156821536534363_7376346485358592000_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=89485338b21bb6c28bcd0949c8374c42&oe=5BCC50E9
Dr. David R. Schwimmer jamming on the dobro... — with Shannon Jackson at
Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38752963_10156821553749363_779486364646244352_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=65445542c35afce189e571eb513a5919&oe=5C0E5654
With David Christopher Scroggins at Legends Columbus.
https://scontent-atl3-1.xx.fbcdn.net/v/t1.0-9/38734168_10156821555419363_5434411700038139904_n.jpg?_nc_cat=0&oh=4379cdd4f6f27e68a967ad429251d61f&oe=5C0D9B54
Niki Lane sings the Blues...
So, liar, where are these "crotch shots"?
Right, they don't exist.
Go watch your "Kaleidoscope" show on youtube.
You do?

Well thanks for watching and commenting, Pen.

;)
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 03:48:48 UTC
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So another small lie from Michael "I never watch your videos" Pendragon.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 05:07:45 UTC
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So another small lie from Michael "I never watch your videos" Pendragon.
No, Will. I'd complained that NancyGene had forced me to watch portions of your videos at the time of her reviews.
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 20:50:39 UTC
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hillbilly crotch
No, that's probably just your upper lip you smell, Pen.
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 20:51:45 UTC
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hillbilly crotch
Your bizarre homoerotic fantasy is noted, Pendragon.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-11 21:04:34 UTC
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hillbilly crotch
Your bizarre homoerotic fantasy is noted, Pendragon.
You're the one obsessing over it.
Will Dockery
2018-08-13 00:34:51 UTC
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hillbilly crotch
Your bizarre homoerotic fantasy is noted, Pendragon.
You're the one obsessing over it.
No, I just noted it, Pendragon... I can't control your thoughts and fantasies, after all.

:)
Bean Counter
2018-08-10 06:51:09 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 22:08:01 UTC
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"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
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Post by Will Dockery
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
Thanks, Bean... here's the video version I'll bump to the top since there is so much interest in the music of the Conley Brothers today:



Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley, from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23

Vocals: Will Dockery, Guitar: Henry Conley, Bass: Doug Conley, Flute: Gene Woolfolk, Jr. Drums: John Phillips.
Me
2018-08-10 22:18:32 UTC
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"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
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Post by Will Dockery
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
Will, would you please quantify your statement about the supposed interest in the music of the
Conley brothers? I can’t find any such statements/posts to back that up.
Please show ME.
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http://youtu.be/BYETTK16jQI
Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley, from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23
Vocals: Will Dockery, Guitar: Henry Conley, Bass: Doug Conley, Flute: Gene Woolfolk, Jr. Drums: John Phillips.
Me
2018-08-10 22:20:41 UTC
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"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
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Post by Will Dockery
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
http://youtu.be/BYETTK16jQI
Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley, from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23
Vocals: Will Dockery, Guitar: Henry Conley, Bass: Doug Conley, Flute: Gene Woolfolk, Jr. Drums: John Phillips.
And will, posting the link to the same not so great performance, doesn’t do much to bolster your claim. Just sayin..........
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 22:24:22 UTC
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Post by Bean Counter
Post by Will Dockery
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Post by Bean Counter
Post by Will Dockery
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
http://youtu.be/BYETTK16jQI
Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley, from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23
Vocals: Will Dockery, Guitar: Henry Conley, Bass: Doug Conley, Flute: Gene Woolfolk, Jr. Drums: John Phillips.
And will, posting the link to the same not so great performance, doesn’t do much to bolster your claim. Just sayin..........
Not so great?

Then you actually have listened to the track?
Me
2018-08-10 22:43:12 UTC
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Post by Me
Post by Will Dockery
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Post by Will Dockery
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Post by Bean Counter
Post by Will Dockery
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Timeless....
http://youtu.be/BYETTK16jQI
Twilight Girl, written by Will Dockery & Henry Conley, from the CD Shadowville Speedway. © 2009 Library of Congress Registration Number / Date: PAu003501816 / 2008-09-23
Vocals: Will Dockery, Guitar: Henry Conley, Bass: Doug Conley, Flute: Gene Woolfolk, Jr. Drums: John Phillips.
And will, posting the link to the same not so great performance, doesn’t do much to bolster your claim. Just sayin..........
Not so great?
Then you actually have listened to the track?
Yes I did.
And I’ve listened to some of your links before will. But now, never for very long.
It’s almost the same ones I first listened to on topix and here.

IMO, if something I did didn’t sound any better than some of that, I damn sure wouldn’t release publicly. But that’s just ME.
And just so you know, yours isn’t the only bad links I’ve clicked on here.
See, I’m trying to be unbiased.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 08:14:45 UTC
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Stop complaining, Pendragon...

You know you're a fan.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 08:28:25 UTC
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Stop complaining, Pendragon...
You know you're a fan.
I've never been into the so-bad-they're-funny genre.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 08:31:42 UTC
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Yet here you are, watching and posting.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 08:36:12 UTC
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Yet here you are, watching and posting.
I watched portions of them to see if they lived up to NancyGene's hilarious descriptions. I was not disappointed.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 08:38:53 UTC
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You lie so much, Pendragon, it doesn't matter what you write, it can't be believed.
m***@gmail.com
2018-08-10 08:48:25 UTC
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You lie so much, Pendragon, it doesn't matter what you write, it can't be believed.
Clay is obviously gay (as documented in the photo you posted a link to).
Dave is obviously mentally impaired and extremely ill (as documented in the photo you posted).
Nelly sits like a ho (as documented in the photo you posted).
You are an uneducated, illiterate, overweight, hillbilly (as documented in the photos you've posted) who couldn't write a poem to save his life (as documented in the unintelligible garbage you posted under the name of "poetry").

Where is the lie?
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 09:51:11 UTC
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obviously gay (as documented in the photo
https://imgflip.com/i/2fmgo6

True, from the look of your photograph, you're a very gay goth wannabe... with close set beady eyes like a Down Syndrome sufferer, Pendragon.

True?
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-10 15:20:23 UTC
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obviously gay (as documented in the photo
https://imgflip.com/i/2fmgo6
True, from the look of your photograph, you're a very gay goth wannabe... with close set beady eyes like a Down Syndrome sufferer, Pendragon.
True?
Think what you like, Fat Boy.
Will Dockery
2018-08-10 17:47:02 UTC
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https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd06
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Think what you like
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd5f

Thanks for the permission to think as I please, Pen.

:)
NancyGene
2018-08-10 18:22:33 UTC
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https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd06
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Think what you like
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd5f
Thanks for the permission to think as I please, Pen.
Will, if it is you who is writing the captions, your grammar is incorrect. Tarzan-speak meets high school dropout.
Cujo DeSockpuppet
2018-08-10 18:23:48 UTC
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https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd06
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Think what you like
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd5f
Thanks for the permission to think as I please, Pen.
Will, if it is you who is writing the captions, your grammar is
incorrect. Tarzan-speak meets high school dropout.
It's OK, Douchebag thinks he's an artist.
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NancyGene
2018-08-10 18:51:31 UTC
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Post by Will Dockery
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd06
Post by Michael Pendragon
Think what you like
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd5f
Thanks for the permission to think as I please, Pen.
Will, if it is you who is writing the captions, your grammar is
incorrect. Tarzan-speak meets high school dropout.
It's OK, Douchebag thinks he's an artist.
He also thinks he is humorous, talented and correct at everything. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
Cujo DeSockpuppet
2018-08-10 19:32:16 UTC
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https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd06
Post by Michael Pendragon
Think what you like
https://imgflip.com/i/2fnd5f
Thanks for the permission to think as I please, Pen.
Will, if it is you who is writing the captions, your grammar is
incorrect. Tarzan-speak meets high school dropout.
It's OK, Douchebag thinks he's an artist.
He also thinks he is humorous, talented and correct at everything.
Wrong, wrong, wrong.
He also believes he's entitled to mooch.
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long
as the Internet shall live--evidences that I am the victor, and you
are the failures." - Edmo, keeping a record of his failures.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-08-10 18:39:55 UTC
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On Friday, August 10, 2018 at 11:22:34 AM UTC-7, NaziGene is getting bored...

Shalom & Boker tov, everyone...NaziGene cannot write or draw or paint or sculpt or compose. He does, however, make attempts at gossipography (including outright racist remarks about poet/composer Nelly Black, which she is aware of) ignoring the fact that, throughout music history (including recorded music), there are self-taught composers and musicians. NaziGene has no talent, but wants to stir up more idiocy here when he is bored of not being the centre of attention. He is ethically and morally bankrupt, so telling him to go fuck himself would only add to the spotlight he craves.

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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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Will Dockery
2018-08-10 23:26:21 UTC
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Well, thanks for listening and commenting, then, 'Me"... I was never sure if you'd ever bothered.

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ME
2018-08-10 23:33:13 UTC
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Well, thanks for listening and commenting, then, 'Me"... I was never sure if you'd ever bothered.
😀
As I said, I’ve pretty much heard at least some of everything you’ve done. Fuck, who on here hasn’t. You shove down our throats constantly. If it had been good, do you think 90% of the posters would consider it shit. And that’s being generous.
BPJ
2018-08-10 23:37:43 UTC
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Well, thanks for listening and commenting, then, 'Me"... I was never sure if you'd ever bothered.
😀
As I said, I’ve pretty much heard at least some of everything you’ve done. Fuck, who on here hasn’t. You shove down our throats constantly. If it had been good, do you think 90% of the posters would consider it shit. And that’s being generous.
98%.....the music is shit...the poems are shit....he cannot sing....and he has no teeth...what's left but filthy pants..
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-08-10 23:51:09 UTC
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On Friday, August 10, 2018 at 4:37:44 PM UTC-7, BPJackoff whines...


Prove it, Drivel-by.
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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BPJ
2018-08-10 23:55:51 UTC
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On Friday, August 10, 2018 at 4:37:44 PM UTC-7, BPJackoff whines...
Prove it, Drivel-by.
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Prove what....reb shed....he posts his shit daily...proof submitted by the accused...

Now you get ready for the big ride...pack your endless BD slurp...don't forget the enema bag..denture creme....

salami bitch
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-08-11 00:06:12 UTC
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Now you get ready for the big ride...pack your endless BD slurp...don't forget the enema bag..denture creme....
salami bitch
Shalom & Erev tov, Drivel-by...get some sleep...you are ineffectual, harmless, and unconvincing...


Continent: North America
Country: United States us flag
State/Region: New York
City: Freeport
Latitude: 40.6489 (40° 38′ 56.04″ N)
Longitude: -73.5825 (73° 34′ 57.00″ W)
Postal Code: 11520
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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2018-08-11 00:10:01 UTC
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Now you get ready for the big ride...pack your endless BD slurp...don't forget the enema bag..denture creme....
salami bitch
Shalom & Erev tov, Drivel-by...get some sleep...you are ineffectual, harmless, and unconvincing...
Continent: North America
Country: United States us flag
State/Region: New York
City: Freeport
Latitude: 40.6489 (40° 38′ 56.04″ N)
Longitude: -73.5825 (73° 34′ 57.00″ W)
Postal Code: 11520
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Of course I am, across the country....if I had my way, I'd rip a leg off you and beat you with it....but you'll be gone soon, to that big reb shed in the sky......you've been on the run since '67....time to rest...the big sleep awaits.
ME
2018-08-11 00:16:57 UTC
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Now you get ready for the big ride...pack your endless BD slurp...don't forget the enema bag..denture creme....
salami bitch
Continent: North America
Country: United States us flag
State/Region: New York
City: Freeport
Latitude: 40.6489 (40° 38′ 56.04″ N)
Longitude: -73.5825 (73° 34′ 57.00″ W)
Postal Code: 11520
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Stalk much perv!!
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זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE
IN
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2018-08-11 00:21:03 UTC
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Now you get ready for the big ride...pack your endless BD slurp...don't forget the enema bag..denture creme....
salami bitch
Continent: North America
Country: United States us flag
State/Region: New York
City: Freeport
Latitude: 40.6489 (40° 38′ 56.04″ N)
Longitude: -73.5825 (73° 34′ 57.00″ W)
Postal Code: 11520
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Stalk much perv!!
Post by Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE
IN
No worries...he calls me a fraud..(not hiding my whereabouts)..and he has no such info available which tells me he doesn't want to be found......odd scholar this reb shed...
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-08-11 00:47:05 UTC
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Stalk much perv!!
Quacker, your illiteracy negates your claims claims of being able to 'read' music. I never stalk.
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2018-08-11 00:01:51 UTC
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Pickles, careful.
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לחיות זמן רב ול
THE
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic dark
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 00:03:16 UTC
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Do you love it when the poetry group meets all at once, folks?

*Group Hug*

😀
BPJ
2018-08-11 00:04:27 UTC
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Do you love it when the poetry group meets all at once, folks?
*Group Hug*
😀
you got teeth?
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 14:46:04 UTC
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Obviously, the Conley Brothers Band at the top of their game.

Follow the link above, and hear for yourself.

Comment and critique welcomed, as always.
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-11 19:22:55 UTC
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Obviously, the Conley Brothers Band at the top of their game.
Two chords and an open mic backup band gig is the top of their game?

Somebody pass them a pistol.
NancyGene
2018-08-11 19:34:34 UTC
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Obviously, the Conley Brothers Band at the top of their game.
Two chords and an open mic backup band gig is the top of their game?
Somebody pass them a pistol.
They are performing to the limit of their ability, which is admittedly low. They have no game.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-08-11 19:38:52 UTC
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On Saturday, August 11, 2018 at 12:34:35 PM UTC-7, NaziGene is mainlining freeze-dried coffee again...
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They are performing to the limit of their ability, which is admittedly low. They have no game.
Shalom & Boker tov, everyone...since NaziGene does not compose/perform any of his own music, or that of others, this ethnocentric whining is irrelevant.

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Will Dockery
2018-08-11 14:46:17 UTC
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Obviously, the Conley Brothers Band at the top of their game.

Follow the link above, and hear for yourself.

Comment and critique welcomed, as always.
Will Dockery
2018-08-11 19:51:41 UTC
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Learn to count chords before making a fool of yourself next time, Pendragon.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-08-11 20:34:28 UTC
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Learn to count chords before making a fool of yourself next time, Pendragon.
I don't watch open mic perfs, Fatty.

The word around aapc is that they play a grand total of two chords. From what I've heard in the past, I think that might be a slight exaggeration ... but I've got nothing against the Conleys and am giving them the benefit of the doubt.
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2018-08-12 04:15:54 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
Full on Let It Bleeding majestry kudos and salutations....
Will Dockery
2018-09-13 01:18:35 UTC
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Thanks, and it will keep ringing...

Tonight in the Legends Bar stage.

😀
Coco DeSockmonkey
2018-09-14 03:38:22 UTC
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Thanks, and it will keep ringing...
Tonight in the Legends Bar stage.
😀
The Legends gather ...

The ensuing concert is one that will go down in the annals of history.

Thank God that someone was able to capture it all on their mobile gizmo!

God bless open mic nite!
Monty Haul
2018-09-13 08:49:25 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous,
brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks riff
cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a few
coffees and
maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about
that next chapter.
Hello Willie... some explanation might help here... my "policy" over the
last 40 or so years has almost always been to tell my "story" through the
poetry (and song lyrics, which to me are the same thing) so what happened to
Kathy then, and twenty years later... and now (she passed away a decade ago,
in August 2004, so the story does not, at least on many levels, can not,
have a happy ending in the long run) is supposed to be revealed in there, in
the songs.
But this section, maybe 1980-83, roughly, has always had a bit of an epic
scope on its own (My daughter Sarah recently told me that her mother was
watching the movie Urban Cowboy a few years ago, and told her "This is the
story of me and your dad.", but that's another version of the trip, mostly).
Here is the scene where I'm standing on a bright cold Summer morning in
Twilight Girl
"This is the wait, the weight of the world. It comes down sweet & heavy...
Twilight Girl."
Six or six thousand,
we will meet again.
At blazing dusk,
or quiet dawn.
On that shore... again.
<etc>
-Will Dockery (words)
Henry Conley (music)
Check out "Twilight Girl" / Written by Will Dockery & Henry F. Conley
(corrected link)
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery/song/24647258-twilight-girl--will-dockery-henry
Thanks to Diane E. for keeping after me until I finally got this track
complete.
:D
This one has a never ending timelessness...…..
Will Dockery
2018-09-14 07:58:54 UTC
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Well it beats your biggest activity, Pendragon, which is spanking your Coco.

😀
Coco DeSockmonkey
2018-09-14 12:04:54 UTC
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Well it beats your biggest activity, Pendragon, which is spanking your Coco.
Sometimes a sockmonkey is just a sockmonkey.
Will Dockery
2018-09-14 16:51:44 UTC
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Hopefully the voters in Florida are as understanding with the monkey label, Pendragon.

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Michael Pendragon
2018-09-14 17:38:48 UTC
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Hopefully the voters in Florida are as understanding with the monkey label, Pendragon.
It's not a label -- it's his species.

*Floridians need to read Darwin.
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Hopefully the voters in Florida are as understanding with the monkey label, ****************
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Will...Coco and FakeJewPsychoDragon and Mydemon are the creations of Michael Scarlotti, a born-again christianist who is, as documented by many (including historian Dave Marsh), a white supremacist. He thrives, Will, on being a psychopathic liar, and his identity is enmeshed in the phantasies he creates here. His libels against your family, his antisemitic screeds, are what he is, Will. He is not going to change, and there are no pharmacracy 'medications' which will cure him. He remains a fraud, Will, and it saddens me, as your friend, to see you responding to his dementia.

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Michael Pendragon
2018-09-14 18:47:21 UTC
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Hopefully the voters in Florida are as understanding with the monkey label, ****************
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Will...Coco and FakeJewPsychoDragon and Mydemon are the creations of Michael Scarlotti, a born-again christianist
I'm officially Jewish, Pick.

My beliefs are Pantheistic and in keeping with the philosophies of Kabbalah.

As far as Christianity goes ... if I believed in Christianity, I'd be a Satanist.
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who is, as documented by many (including historian Dave Marsh), a white supremacist.
You have an odd idea of what constitutes "documented."

Marsh is an ignoramus and a p.o.s. scumbag. There -- it's just been documented.

By the way: have you done the side-by-side comparison. You know damn well that Boone's version of "Tutti Frutti" is superior to Little Richard's. That would make you a "white supremacist" in Marsh's eyes as well.
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He thrives, Will, on being a psychopathic liar,
I'd say the same about ... except that you obviously aren't thriving ... and haven't been for at least the last 50 years.
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and his identity is enmeshed in the phantasies he creates here. His libels against your family, his antisemitic screeds, are what he is, Will.
My identity if fluid, Pick. Today I am "Michael Pendragon." Tomorrow I could be ... anyone.
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He is not going to change, and there are no pharmacracy 'medications' which will cure him.
You're the one who was committed to a mental facility in 1967, Pick.
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He remains a fraud, Will, and it saddens me, as your friend, to see you responding to his dementia.
You stole from your friend, mentor, and fellow pedophile, you stole from your wives, you fled the country to avoid the draft, you stole for ee cumnmings, you stole from Afaa Michael Weaver, you stole from Winnie the Pooh and Piglet, too. And you spew out at least a half dozen lies in every post.

Now hop of and die, you smarmy little toad.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-09-14 20:11:26 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 11:47:24 AM UTC-7, PsychoScarlotti forgets he is a fraud...

Shalom & Boker tov, everyone...Everything this white supremacist writes here is a collection of outright lies. My shtar giyur is orthodox and valid; I have never been 'committed' to anything; Scarlottie is NOT a Jew; Dave Marsh is a highly respected musicologist; and his 1967 nonsense remains a fabrication.


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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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...the comprehension that I strove for turned into something that resisted conceptualization all the more emphatically the older I became; for it revealed a secret life, one which I had to acknowledge as being impossible to conceptualize, and which seemed portrayable only through symbols.
-- REB GERSHOM SCHOLEM

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite. ...Reality is not always probable, or likely.
-- JORGE LUIS BORGES

The Eloah is all that exists, but not all that exists is the Eloah.
-- R. MOSHE CORDOVERO, 1881. Sefer Elimah Rabbati 24d
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Michael Pendragon
2018-09-14 20:34:17 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 11:47:24 AM UTC-7, PsychoScarlotti forgets he is a fraud...
Shalom & Boker tov, everyone...Everything this white supremacist writes here is a collection of outright lies.
"Everything is a collection"? Really, Pick?

You claim to have three college degrees, and you can't even write a grammatically correct sentence.

BTW: Are "outright lies" greater or lesser than your normal garden variety of the same?
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My shtar giyur is orthodox and valid;
It's neither.

It did give Dr. Schwimmer a good laugh.
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I have never been 'committed' to anything;
Certainly not to your civic duty, or to any of your sham marriages, or (especially) to Judaism. You were, however, committed to a hospital in early 1967 (I have access to signed documents that indisputably prove this).
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Scarlottie is NOT a Jew;
Probably not. Who is "Scarlottie," anyway?
Post by Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
Dave Marsh is a highly respected musicologist; and his 1967 nonsense remains a fabrication.
I'm not shore which example of Marsh's nonsense you're referring to, but I'm sure that the bulk of his writing is fabricated to some degree.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-09-14 20:39:47 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 1:34:19 PM UTC-7, PsychoDragonScarlotti is again proven to be...

a psychotic liar. '...a collection of outright lies' is gramtically correct. My shtar giyur is orthodox and valid (signed by three orthodox rabbis as part of a beyt din)...lying about David Schwimmer is part of the same babbling...there was no 1967 hospital...my marriages were never a 'sham'...
I could go on. But FakeJewScarlotti is irrelevant.
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STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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...the comprehension that I strove for turned into something that resisted conceptualization all the more emphatically the older I became; for it revealed a secret life, one which I had to acknowledge as being impossible to conceptualize, and which seemed portrayable only through symbols.
-- REB GERSHOM SCHOLEM

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite. ...Reality is not always probable, or likely.
-- JORGE LUIS BORGES

The Eloah is all that exists, but not all that exists is the Eloah.
-- R. MOSHE CORDOVERO, 1881. Sefer Elimah Rabbati 24d
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Michael Pendragon
2018-09-14 20:53:56 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 1:34:19 PM UTC-7, PsychoDragonScarlotti is again proven to be...
a psychotic liar. '...a collection of outright lies' is gramtically correct.
The phrase "a collection of outright lies" is grammatically correct. However, when you attach an "Everything" to it ... it becomes your signature variation of "Cheetah-speak."
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My shtar giyur is orthodox and valid (signed by three orthodox rabbis as part of a beyt din)...
It isn't worth the paper it's Xeroxed on.
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lying about David Schwimmer is part of the same babbling...
Will posted a half dozen or so photos of Dr. Schwimmer laughing at your shtar.
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there was no 1967 hospital...
I have signed documentation that proves otherwise.
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my marriages were never a 'sham'...
That's not the story I've heard.
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I could go on. But FakeJewScarlotti is irrelevant.
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiight.
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2018-09-14 22:30:40 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 1:53:57 PM UTC-7, PsychoLizardScarlotti thrives on his delusions...

The shtar giyur hangs on my wall, signed by an orthodox beyt din, one of whom was ordained by Rav Avraham Yitzchak Kook, the last chief rabbi of British mandated 'Palestine'. Scarlotti's petulant bullshit is corrected. David Schwimmer did nothing of the sort. There is no 'documentation' of anything that never happened in 1967, and my marriages were never fakes. Scarlotti refuses to admit his lies, refuses to send to me, in a manila envelope, with a verifiable return address with his legal name, copies of the forgeries. We are dealing here with Michael Scarlotti, a profoundly disturbed fraud.
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Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
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...the comprehension that I strove for turned into something that resisted conceptualization all the more emphatically the older I became; for it revealed a secret life, one which I had to acknowledge as being impossible to conceptualize, and which seemed portrayable only through symbols.
-- REB GERSHOM SCHOLEM

One concept corrupts and confuses the others. I am not speaking of the Evil whose limited sphere is ethics; I am speaking of the infinite. ...Reality is not always probable, or likely.
-- JORGE LUIS BORGES

The Eloah is all that exists, but not all that exists is the Eloah.
-- R. MOSHE CORDOVERO, 1881. Sefer Elimah Rabbati 24d
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Michael Pendragon
2018-09-15 00:57:18 UTC
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On Friday, September 14, 2018 at 1:53:57 PM UTC-7, PsychoLizardScarlotti thrives on his delusions...
The shtar giyur hangs on my wall,
In the tent?
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signed by an orthodox beyt din, one of whom was ordained by Rav Avraham
Yitzchak Kook,
I've read about Kook, and let's just say that his surname is an understatement.
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the last chief rabbi of British mandated 'Palestine'. Scarlotti's petulant bullshit is corrected. David Schwimmer did nothing of the sort.
Schwimmer was photographed (approximately half a dozen photos) holding your shtar and laughing.
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There is no 'documentation' of anything that never happened in 1967,
Correct. OTOH, there is solid, indisputable documentation of something that *did* happen in 1967.
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and my marriages were never fakes.
They were not only shams, but you were, by your own admission, abusive to Faline as she lay on her deathbed, and in all probability hastened her demise.
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Scarlotti refuses to admit his lies,
I will always admit my lies, Pick. Let's see ... nope, can't think of any.
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refuses to send to me, in a manila envelope, with a verifiable return address > with his legal name, copies of the forgeries.
I don't want you coming anywhere near me, Pick.
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We are dealing here with Michael Scarlotti, a profoundly disturbed fraud.
Scarlotti may very well have been profoundly disturbed, but he was never a fraud. You can read all about him here:

THE CURIOSITY PIECE

Revenge, at first thought sweet,
Bitter ere long, back on itself recoils.
-- John Milton

In speaking of my late friend, Michelangelo Scarlotti, I am immediately reminded of the rather bizarre little curio he kept on display in his private study. As a matter of fact, it is practically impossible to separate Signor Scarlotti from his singularly unique show-piece, for he seemed especially attached to it and was given to entertaining his guests (at least, that is, his trusted inner-circle of companions) in its presence. Of course, as you know from the headlines in the dailies, it was this little curiosity which ultimately brought about his downfall. That we gentlemen who were counted amongst his inner-circle of friends should have been tried as accomplices, merely because we failed to report the existence of Signor Scarlotti's trophy to the proper authorities, was one of the most scandalous miscarriages of justice in these United States of America to date.
I concede that, if one were to step back from the situation and examine the facts with an open frame of mind, one would surely see the entire episode as the ghastly outrage against humanity which the tabloids unanimously proclaimed it. Though the press itself may often warrant condemnation, I must confess them to have been in the right on this one point. But Scarlotti was such a thoroughly charming rascal! -- possessed with such a profound degree of that phenomenon known as animal magnetism -- that none of us who knew him ever so much as suspected the fact that something was amiss. And besides, the head itself -- for that was how we commonly referred to it -- seemed perfectly contented to exist within the proscribed parameters of its rôle.
Night after night it would sit there contentedly watching us as we gambled and drank, and discussed such topics as politics, literature, theater, and fashion; along with the latest goings on in our fair town. I might even go so far as to venture that the head appeared to take a keen interest in the majority of our conversations and oftentimes seemed eager to join in. But of course that is pure speculation on my part, seeing how the head was utterly incapable of speech. It seemed especially fond of our tobacco, and was always seen sniffing furiously at the air whenever a whiff of cigar smoke would waft its way over within nose-shot.
And are there not stranger things in the world than a bodiless head? Why, aren't the sideshows at even the most penny ante of carnivals filled with human oddities of an equal -- if not a greater -- sense of wonderment? Surely you have heard of some of the more sensational curiosities commonly displayed there for a penny or two. I've either seen, or personally heard tell of, an armless woman who cooks, writes and sews with her feet; a man whose skin can be stretched the length of a foot; a little boy with hair covering every inch of his body; a beautiful young lady with a five foot long tail; a man with two heads; a man with two sets of legs; a troupe of dwarves all under three feet tall ... and are not our modern scientists and anthropologists claiming that giant reptiles -- many of them bigger than a house -- roamed freely about the earth in great mutitudes so many millions of years ago?
In the face of such natural obscenities as the above, is it so strange that we should not have given the head any more notice than we would a talking mynah bird or a human skull.
Certainly Signor Scarlotti had sworn us all to secrecy on the subject of his prize possession. But we chalked that up to his almost innate habit of creating an air of mystery about himself and all things pertaining to him. This was coupled with his extremely private nature and his admirable desire to avoid unwonted press. For Scarlotti was a dark complexioned, brooding, sort of fellow rumored to have a goodly share of gypsy blood coursing through his veins, and many of us suspected that there were more than a few skeletons in his proverbial closet. Just how right we were in this last regard shall soon be made abundantly, and shockingly, clear.
And if a man like Scarlotti had seen fit to take us into his confidence -- at least insofar as to allow us to view the miraculous head -- we would each of us have been damned a dozen times over before we'd even consider a betrayal his trust. Besides, the head was well cared for and obviously in no immediate danger or harm. Of course, in hindsight, we can see it for one of the most absolutely despicable enactments of revenge ever perpetrated by a man against one of his fellow creatures. But hindsight is the luxury of wagging tongues. At the time, we saw only what Scarlotti wanted us to see. And ... well, surely you know how it is when in the presence of these extraordinary types of human beings ... Signor Scarlotti had a way of making it all just seem like so much sport.
Imagine if you will, a typical scene in the Scarlotti study. There would be three or four gentlemen friends -- all from the best families and of the most exceptional character -- gathered about their host, Signor Scarlotti, and what appeared to be the disembodied head of one Mr. Noah Moore. I use the phrase "appeared to be" in keeping with the literal truth of the matter (for in truth, Mr. Moore's head and body turned out, beyond any and all doubt, to still be very much attached); however, owing to the extenuating set of physical circumstances which surrounded his body at the time, one could certainly be excused for thinking him (in both the literal and figurative senses) to be nothing other than an animated, disembodied head. Indeed, Sigor Scarlotti had gone to great lengths to lend him the particular appearance one would expect such a natural oddity to have.
I believe a few words of explanation to be in order here. There often exists, as any magician or illusionist can tell you, a vast gulf between what one perceives to be the case and what, in fact, actually is. The human mind can be made to believe just about anything -- if properly presented -- and Signor Scarlotti was a master at the illusionist's art. We've all seen magicians perform such seemingly supernatural feats as the levitation of a table, the extraction of a rabbit from his tophat, or the sawing of a woman in half; surely these men could convince us of the existence of an animated, severed head as well. Indeed, Scarlotti's presentation of the head borrowed heavily from the prestidigitator's stock and trade.
"Standing" slightly over five-and-a-half feet tall, and encased in a block of concrete from his neck on down, Mr. Noah Moore presented a presupposing aura of the fantastic. The concrete slab was itself, in turn, encased inside a fine mahogany-paneled chest. A shiny brass plate encircled Mr. Moore's neck, just below his ears and chin, and gave the distinct impression of being a base, or stand, on which the head was most expertly mounted. The coup de grâce of Scarlotti's magnificent exhibit, however, was the exquisitely ornate, ventilated, glass-paneled cover, which was stylishly placed atop the prize to protect it from the hazard of accumulating too much dust.
Of course the idea seems monstrously inhumane in retrospect. But I cannot understate the fact that, at the time of our acquaintanceship with Signor Scarlotti, the predicament of the head -- and whatever physical and emotional trauma it may have been undergoing -- was looked upon by all concerned as nothing more than a whimsical joke. You'd have to see the head in action to really understand. Imagine, if you can, the head of a jovial, elderly negro minstrel perched atop a tall, mahogany cabinet, seated on a brass display stand, crowned by an ornate, glass dust-cover -- it's just too rich!
And the ridiculous faces it would make! I say! You really had to be there. I suppose, again with the advantage of hindsight, that the head's repertoire of grimaces might have been in response to its unfortunate -- nay, pitiable -- situation. Perhaps, they might even have been grimaces of pain ... Still, as presented by Scarlotti, these afforded nothing other than an occasion for uncontrollable outbursts of laughter by one and all in attendance. I remember the hilarious manner in which it used to twitch and contort its nose when confronted, by Scarlotti, with a goose-quill. Once, he even let me have a go at it! Hoo-boy! did I have a time of it! I had that thing ... the head that is ... sneezing as though it had a terminal case of hay fever. I must confess that I not only enjoyed myself thoroughly, but that I took a great deal of pride in my performance. Even Scarlotti was impressed with ability to wield a quill!
I must, hereby add in my defense, that never once did any of us ever hear the head, or rather, the late, unfortunate Mr. Moore -- complain. It was not until Signor Scarlotti's trial, that any of us had even the faintest idea that the hea ... that Mr. Moore had been so ruthlessly deprived of his tongue. We never dreamed of examining the condition of its tongue -- why ever should we? -- after all, we weren't any of us doctors! Apparently Scarlotti had cut his adversary's tongue out shortly after imprisoning him in the concrete slab. Naturally, the loss of his tongue served to render the ... Mr. Moore quite mute.
And what's more, we never thought of it as torturous to Mr. Moore. Again, I ask, why should we? It was done, the tickling that is, in the spirit of affectionate play. For, the ironic truth be known, we were all exceptionally fond of the ... Mr. Moore. I personally suspect that even Signor Scarlotti was not entirely unattached to ... Mr. Moore ... in his own, inscrutable way, of course. We all would feed it crackers and the like. It seemed to be especially partial to those on which we had generously spread peanut butter. Although, if we stuffed a few too many ... that is, if it ate the crackers a little too fast, its ... the head's ... his mouth would get all choked up with a sticky, peanut butter paste ... you'll forgive me, of course, but I have to chuckle over that image even now.
It's not without the deepest feelings of shame that I concede that the match tricks were probably a tad on the cruel side. Scarlotti seemed exceptionally fond of singeing its nose hairs with a lighted match until it sneezed ... er, until Mr. Moore sneezed, that is. He also delighted in wedging a lighted matchstick between two of the head's teeth and watching as it desperately wriggled its mouth about in a (more often than not) vain attempt to dislodge the fire before its lips got burned. Yes, in hindsight, it was a reprehensible jest -- an inhumane torture, even! -- but I swear to you that at the time it struck us as having no more consequence than a lad's pulling the wings off of a fly, or skewering a beetle on a tack.
I suppose that it ultimately boils down to a matter of perception. We were introduced to the head as a curio -- an object -- an inanimate thing ... or something nearly so, at any rate. Why it's the most natural thing in the world for us to have accepted the head at face value. I've heard tell of a tribe of natives somewhere on the Dark Continent of Africa who'd never seen a ship. When a British ... or was it Spanish? ... oh well, it matters little which country it set sail from, doesn't it? In any event, when a European ship appeared on their horizon one morning, they (possessing no equivalent mental image to compare it to) simply could not see it!
And who amongst us had ever seen such a thing as a severed head that maintained the majority of its former functions after suffering the deprivation of its body? We'd never seen the like of it. Never imagined that such a thing could even be. Signor Scarlotti, who seemed to know the history of this eighth wonder of the world, treated it as though it were some insensate object. What choice did we -- any of us -- have but to follow suit?
You see, we didn't know Mr. Moore as he was ... before. Signor Scarlotti would always explain the head's existence by claiming it to be the sole remains of a villainous blackguard who had once committed a most grievous injury to his person. He would follow up this statement with a glance down toward his right leg, which was affected with a slight, though noticeable limp. I believe the scar on his left cheek was in some manner connected with this injury as well. Yet the manner in which he delivered these lines -- for lines were what we took his words to be -- his manner, I say, denied that we should ever take them seriously. It was as though he was telling a private joke that we were all in on. Only we weren't in on it -- none of us -- although it was implicit in the delivery that we were expected to pretend to harbor an intimate familiarity with the particulars of the incident to which our host was casually alluding. We were the inner-circle, after all!
Today we know that he was telling the truth. And ... I suppose, although I find such a supposition most difficult to entertain, that what we took to be a hint of jocularity in his manner, was in fact the gleam of madness in his eye. Not that Signor Scarlotti was mad in the general sense -- though he must have been insane to commit such a heinous act. Rather, I like to think that the grievous calamity which the blackguard Moore had wrought upon him, had simply left him with an unnatural thirst for vengeance. For the truth be known, in all other particulars, Scarlotti was one of the nicest, kindest, most personable gentlemen I have ever had the good fortune to make the acquaintance of. Not for nothing does the word "mad" denote both the concepts of "insanity" and "anger."
Revenge, of course, can be -- and, indeed, there are many historical examples of its having been -- the undoing of many a great man. In poor Signor Scarlotti's case, I'll venture to say that his need for vengeance must have reached the state of an obsession. I am pained to think on how significant a portion of his life must have revolved around his mania to return injury a hundredfold times on the person (rather, on the uppermost reaches of the person) of Mr. Noah Moore. But all of this, again, is merely the voice of hindsight.
Still, at the time, we ignorantly considered the head to be one of our group. One of the inner circle, in a manner of speaking -- albeit more of a mascot than a full-fledged peer. Still, you must recognize that this admission in itself constituted a rare and high privilege for a man of color. Show me, if you can, one gentlemen's club in our fair city that would allow a colored man to enter its hallowed walls. And Mr. Moore was not only granted admission to our inner sanctuary, but was regularly invited to imbibe with us as well. Signor Scarlotti kept a cask of inexpensive, and I daresay sickeningly sweet, red wine that the head ... Mr. Moore was so insatiably fond of, on hand and we often took turns in raising a glass of the syrupy nectar to his lips. Heaven knows, for someone who supposedly had neither stomach nor liver, he sure could quaff his quotient of the grape!
I never really thought about how the trick was managed. I never really granted the head any more substantiality than a mechanical conversation piece -- a second cousin to Maelzel's celebrated chess-player. Or, at most, I suppose, as a rather bizarre pet. My God! he was a negro, after all! It's not as though one can equate their feelings with our own. Certainly not before the war in any case. When you've spent the greater portion of your lifetime believing a particular thing to be true, all the Congressional Proclamations in the country aren't going to convince you otherwise.
In any event, the concept that this ... thing ... had a body attached to it -- a body embedded in a solid block of concrete -- well, it strains one's sense of credibility, doesn't it? I mean, Scarlotti must have kept that thing in his study for at least ten years! How could it have stayed alive under such conditions? How, for example, could it relieve itself? Yes, yes, I know that's what ultimately proved to be a contributing factor to its ... his ... demise. Still, how were we supposed to know it was slowly fermenting in its own feces? The very idea is just too horribly monstrous to conceive of. Appalling, hideous, vicious, heinous, mortifying, abominable, unspeakable ... words fail to express the unfathomable cruelty of it all.
But we were never his accomplices in the cruelty. Oh, unwittingly, perhaps. But never knowingly so. We had been duped. Scarlotti had duped us -- one and all. He had used us ... manipulated us as though we were pawns in his unending game of vengeance upon the ... upon the person of the late Mr. Moore. It's true that we would join him in having a little sport with the head, but we never looked on it as anything more than that. Nor should we be held accountable for anything more.
Perhaps a few of the tricks Signor Scarlotti would play upon the head overstepped the bounds of human decency a bit: flicking its ears, pulling its nose, setting fire-ants loose inside its dust-cover. That was a hoot! Not now, of course. Not since I know the true facts concerning the unfortunate Mr. Moore. But it was, at the time, side-splitting, to say the least. Then there was the time Scarlotti stuck a chicken bone through its nose and called it an Ubangi. And I must admit that I thought the rat incident a bit harsh -- even at the time. But still, for the most part, the supposed tortures we've been accused of subjecting the head to were nothing more than friendly practical jokes. Why how can anyone hope to attribute malice aforethought to our playfully pulling on Mr. Moore's Ubangi-nose?
Alas! if only Scarlotti had not been blinded by his love for a woman. If only he had heeded the warnings in the Christian Book of Genesis and the Greek myth of Pandora. We warned him -- we of his trusted inner-circle -- we warned him time and time again. Never entrust the secret of the head to a daughter of Eve, we cautioned him. But Signor Scarlotti was a mad, passionate Italian -- utterly helpless when under the enchantment of some bewitching Jezebel's siren-song.
And, the truth be told, she was a fetching example of womanhood. Signor Scarlotti always did have the best of taste -- and a way with the ladies as well, if you know what I mean. He was a devilishly handsome rascal. And the object of his affection was a vision of angelic loveliness. They made for a striking couple, and might well have proven to be a match made in heaven, if only their personalities hadn't corresponded so admirably with their looks.
Their courtship was brief and tempestuous -- as I'm told is common with the Mediterranean races, and before half a year had elapsed from the date of their introduction, they were already publishing their wedding banns. Naturally, everyone was shocked at their impetuous behavior. His bride to be was such a reserved, almost conservative young lady -- well bred -- from one of the oldes families and all that. Scarlotti's behavior was understandable. But she had no excuse. Even so, the prospect seemed to bring them both joy, and as his inner circle of friends, Scarlotti certainly had our best wishes in the matter.
Marrying her is one thing, we gently cautioned our hot-blooded friend -- after all, several of us had already taken wives. A wife can do a man good, after all -- provided that she knows her place and keeps to it. Lay down the law for her, we encouraged him. Let her know what is expected of her -- and what is not. Teach her to be obedient, we advised him. Box her ears now and then, if need be. Show her the hickory switch, we suggested -- and don't be afraid to use it. Give her free rein over the estate (especially as pertains to her womanly duties), but never, never access to the wine cellar or the "Inner Sanctum" of this study. A little liberty here and there can do a woman good, we conjectured, but granting her the privileges reserved for the inner-circle -- well, that is another matter entirely!
But marry her he would -- and bring her in he did. And now we all must face the consequences. A pox on love! which has destroyed as many lives as it's enriched. For no sooner did Signor Scarlotti's bride first lay eyes upon the marvelous head, than she gave way to such a fit of cries and screams and general hysteria, that we were anxious -- truly anxious -- lest her rantings should wake the dead. Which, in a strictly metaphoric sense, was precisely what they did.
There are some things in this great earth that are, and should, remain the sole property of the male. Strong liquor, tobacco, politics, business, sports, the affairs of the world, and unusual curiosity pieces. The female mind is simply not constituted to handle certain things. It is naturally averse to being confronted with a novel idea, and prone to melodramatic outbursts whenever such an idea conflicts with the rather naïve conceptions of "Good" and "Evil" that have been drilled into its gray matter since childhood. Pah! God grant that I may die a bachelor.
Sadly, Madam Scarlotti proved a typical example of her sex.
As duly noted in the daily papers, the incident took place at Signor Scarlotti's wedding night ball. The groom, nearly bursting with pride, escorted his heart's delight into the private study where his inner circle of friends were celebrating his good fortune with drink and cards and the occasional ribald tale. Up until that moment, no woman's foot had ever trespassed on its sacred floorboards, and we were nearly at a loss as to how to comport ourselves there in mixed company.
Always the immaculate host, Signor Scarlotti introduced his radiant bride to each and every member of his trusted inner circle, and called for several bottles of his best champagne to be brought up from the wine cellar for a toast. All was going fine until he took it upon himself to perversely flaunt his newfound connubial bliss before the hapless head of his nemesis, Noah Moore.
Mr. Moore's display cabinet had been moved, no doubt with great difficulty due to its unseemly weight, to the back corner of the room and was currently blocked from view by a small group of gentlemen who were wagering on the number of live goldfish a bodiless head could swallow. And it was his bride's indecorous behavior, upon discovering the amazing head in the act of ingesting its twenty-seventh goldfish, which brought the other guests, en masse, into the sacred confines of our host's most private of rooms -- our fortress, our refuge, our cherished Inner Sanctum.
Needless to say, the hordes reacted in a highly negative fashion as well -- with all the expected displays of shock, disgust, and horror, etc., typical to the petit bourgeoisie. They're the ones responsible for the head's ... for Mr. Noah Moore's ... untimely demise. Not Scarlotti! Certainly not any
of us -- his loyal inner-circle of friends! It was the outraged guests who broke the concrete block apart -- exposing once-and-for-all its hideous secret. For as the black and liquified putrescence slowly oozed its way across the study's floor, it became apparent then -- to the horror of one and all -- that the concrete block had been the sole agent responsible for holding the unfortunate Mr. Moore's decaying body together.
Will Dockery
2018-09-15 01:19:52 UTC
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the last chief rabbi of British mandated 'Palestine'. Scarlotti's petulant bullshit is corrected. David Schwimmer did nothing of the sort.
Schwimmer was photographed (approximately half a dozen photos) holding your shtar and laughing.
You have been repeatedly corrected and told that is not what happened, yet you continue to repeat this misrepresentation, Pendragon.

Why?
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-15 01:33:19 UTC
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Post by Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
the last chief rabbi of British mandated 'Palestine'. Scarlotti's petulant bullshit is corrected. David Schwimmer did nothing of the sort.
Schwimmer was photographed (approximately half a dozen photos) holding your shtar and laughing.
You have been repeatedly corrected and told that is not what happened, yet you continue to repeat this misrepresentation, Pendragon.
Why?
Because I have seen the photographs, Will.

You have repeatedly attempted to deny that Schwimmer was laughing, but the pictures showed you to be a liar.

As previously noted, the entire scenario was hilarious. Anyone would have laughed.
Will Dockery
2018-09-14 17:42:12 UTC
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But... Coco is /you/, Pendragon.

As proven by Peter J Ross months ago.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-14 18:17:04 UTC
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But... Coco is /you/, Pendragon.
As proven by Peter J Ross months ago.
PJR never proved a damn thing about Coco.

As I've explained to you on numerous occasions in the past, both Coco and myself ("Michael Pendragon") are fictional characters.

We were created by the same individual, but remain separate and distinct entities: much as you and Dunce were created by the same God (or force of nature), but are separate and distinct individuals). I do sometimes appropriate Coco's email address when I've overposted, but always identify myself when doing so.
Will Dockery
2018-09-15 02:06:26 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.

Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.

So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.

😀
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-15 03:04:52 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.
Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.
So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.
You made a damn fool out of yourself ... and an even bigger one out of Pick.

But then you're both damn fools 24/7 so no harm done.
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-09-15 03:10:59 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.
Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.
So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.
😀
Will, ScarlottiDragon is lying. You and I both know this. David was quite happy to see the shtar giyur, authenticated it. You and I and David know this. His accusations that I murdered Faline by reading to her your poetry, as well as excerpts from THE HOURS script -- more of his dementia. His invention of events from 1967 based on a forgery -- a further lie. You, Will, are quite correct in noting that PsychoDragon IS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח

IN PROGRESS: Shabtai Zisel benAvraham v'Rachel Riva:
davening in the musematic dark
Chafetz Chayim ha'Yehu'di
2018-09-15 03:11:42 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.
Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.
So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.
😀
Will, ScarlottiDragon is lying. You and I both know this. David was quite happy to see the shtar giyur, authenticated it. You and I and David know this. His accusations that I murdered Faline by reading to her your poetry, as well as excerpts from THE HOURS script -- more of his dementia. His invention of events from 1967 based on a forgery -- a further lie. You, Will, are quite correct in noting that PsychoDragon IS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic dark
I am convinced butch gay.
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-15 03:24:29 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.
Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.
So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.
😀
Will, ScarlottiDragon is lying. You and I both know this. David was quite happy to see the shtar giyur, authenticated it. You and I and David know this. His accusations that I murdered Faline by reading to her your poetry, as well as excerpts from THE HOURS script -- more of his dementia. His invention of events from 1967 based on a forgery -- a further lie. You, Will, are quite correct in noting that PsychoDragon IS
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
STEPHAN PICKERING / חפץ ח"ם בן אברהם
Torah אלילה Yehu'di Apikores / Philologia Kabbalistica Speculativa Researcher
לחיות זמן רב ולשגשג...לעולם לא עוד
THE KABBALAH FRACTALS PROJECT
לעולם לא אשכח
davening in the musematic dark
I am convinced butch gay.
Who? Shitzel Zitzel or Rachel?
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-15 03:29:05 UTC
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You don't know David Schwimmer or his personality, and I've stated over and over everyone was feeling good that night, so David was smiling.
Your silly interpretation of what happened means nothing... I was there, I was a witness.
So, Pendragon, I correct your misrepresentation once again.
😀
Will, ScarlottiDragon is lying. You and I both know this. David was quite happy to see the shtar giyur, authenticated it. You and I and David know this. His accusations that I murdered Faline by reading to her your poetry, as well as excerpts from THE HOURS script --
I've neither seen the film, nor read the screenplay for "The Hours." However, I highly doubt that it contributed to the expedition of Faline's expiration. Will's poetry, otoh, is enough to wipe out all the dinosaurs, Godzilla and King Kong in one fell swoop.
Will Dockery
2018-09-16 04:47:41 UTC
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Calm down, Pendragon, you seem obsessed with Stephan.

:)
Michael Pendragon
2018-09-16 05:10:20 UTC
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Calm down, Pendragon, you seem obsessed with Stephan.
Uncovering piece's of Pick's oh-so-fascinating life story on the Dark Web is my number one hobby at present.

He was basically homeless, panhandling, and a seasoned bullshit artist (again, the documentation is irrefutable) as far back as 1966 ... probably even earlier.

And, yes ... there is something undeniably addictive about the subject: just when I think this guy couldn't have been any more of a loser, I pull up another document and sit staring at the screen in awe at how low a human being can actually be.
Will Dockery
2017-12-24 02:19:40 UTC
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"Willie" wrote in message news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c-8a30-***@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

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Quite a bit more detail has been, and is being, added to this story since
earlier, Willie, I'll update from here.

Hope you are still around..?
Will Dockery
2018-01-10 01:55:52 UTC
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"Willie" wrote in message news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c-8a30-***@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Quite a bit more detail has been, and is being, added to this story since
earlier, Willie, I'll update from here.

Hope you are still around..?
Will Dockery
2018-02-19 21:30:26 UTC
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"Willie" wrote in message news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c-8a30-***@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

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Keeping the story mpostly in peotry form, again, Jack Kerouac style, these
days, Willie.

--
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https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery


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Will Dockery
2018-04-19 08:48:29 UTC
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"Willie" wrote in message news:5c1193c2-7b09-4f2c-8a30-***@googlegroups.com...

On Monday, September 14, 2015 at 7:47:15 AM UTC-4, Will Dockery wrote:
[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that Kinks
riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back up on a
few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]

Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us hanging
on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't feel shy
about that next chapter.

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Quite a bit more detail has been, and is being, added to this story since
earlier, Willie, I'll update from here.

Hope you are still around..?

I take it... not?
Will Dockery
2017-12-24 02:22:17 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about that next chapter.
Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.
Will Dockery
2018-01-10 01:58:01 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about that next chapter.
Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

:(
Will Dockery
2018-04-13 05:38:41 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about that next chapter.
Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

And... so it flows.
Will Dockery
2018-02-19 21:32:17 UTC
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[snip]
Yes (spoiler alert) she did return to me, after some thrills and chills
and with a cliffhanger ending (including a surprise cameo rescue by her
fabulous, brave, raven haired and heroic sister Victoria, yeah, that
Kinks riff cues in right now)... I just awoke here, so let me rev back
up on a few coffees and maybe I can type out another chapter.
[snip]
Um, Will, I hope your coffee didn't also vanish. You can't leave us
hanging on this, though it's a relief you issued the spoiler. But don't
feel shy about that next chapter.
Thanks for noticing, Willie, I'm definitely getting back to that story in a
bit here...

I think it is a good one, but is also pretty painful to remember, even 34
years later.

Sometimes poetry means putting on the brave face...

Some things I never get used to, I just learn to turn 'em off.

--
Songs and Poems from Will Dockery:
https://www.reverbnation.com/willdockery

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