Apparently, I have been tweeting, twixting, FB'ing, or whatever else on my other blog...(Yeah, go find it! :D)

I still have things to say, whether or not you like them, that's okay...but I have to get them out...when I'm happy, when I'm sad or angry or whatever...it's gotta come out.

Yeah, I am The NightFly, that...no matter what time I get up in the morning, will never change. And yes, I like to think that I AM..."Twenty Minutes Into The Future".

Big changes coming soon for The NightFly...

More later...

I send my love, my hope and my dreams for all 12 of you who read this!

The Fly!

Ps: Oh, sorry, no really cool pic tonight!

Come Talk To Me...

Sometimes...and I know I use that phrase way too often, but...Sometimes, with all of the technology we have around us, (text me, e-mail me, tweet me, FB me, Twixt me, F*** me!) we just need to hear a voice on the phone.

We need that little bit of contact, especially since we don't have face-to-face contact very much anymore and, when we do, it's brief and constrained. I realize we are all "Twenty Minutes Into The Future" but, come on, look me in the eye, take my hand, smile at me and be my friend...as scared as I am of you, don't be afraid of me. I won't hurt you...I will be your friend, if you will give me the chance.

Call me...my lines are open...

The NightFly will answer.

NightFly In Confusion

The NightFly is in confusion...

I have one faction in my life telling me that I have to change my life, drastically. Another faction telling me that I want to change my life. And then there is me...not wanting change in my life...I dislike change greatly!

Do I follow my heart or my head?

Fear brought me to where I am right now. Fear brought me down this horrible spiral. Fear...is all I feel these days...fear and depression.

I have a darkness in my life. I have a light in my life. Then I have the grey in between.

I know which way to go. I know what I have to do. But that path, everything being said, is the hardest thing I will ever have to do. Others have done it...I can, too.

Will sobriety follow? Will serenity follow? Will happiness follow?

The NightFly wonders about all of these things...

This time, I am back for good!

Welcome to The Night!

I will welcome myself back...

Welcome Home, NightFly!

Twenty Minutes...

Oh, My Good Lord-A-Mighty...

I am Twenty Minutes Into The Future...I will always be! Even though they tell me to look at "One Day At A Time".

I can't...
I can't come out to find you....

I'm just who I am...someone just wrote on my FaceBook (what a FREAKING WASTE OF TIME!) that I should be coherent! Well, if I were coherent I wouldn't be any fun and I wouldn't be read by all of you!

DO YOU know everything that's gonna happen in the next twenty-four or the next forty-eight?
Yeah, well, neither do I, so, guess what...I care about what's happening RIGHT F*ing NOW!

Welcome to YOUR Twenty Minutes Into The Future!

There was a time when I believed in love...I believed that you could fall in love with someone...and believe me, I don't care if you love a woman or a man. If you feel that feeling of love, well, there you are!

There was a time that I believed that you could fall in love...that love was something to hold on to. That love was something. I've written numerous songs about love...

I still, at my age, think that it happens.

Marshall Crewshaw, In the 1980's, said it best, at least for me!

I never thought I'd be in this situation,

It seems wherever I go I'm with you

I never seem to find my place,

Every time I see your face!

It seems to be,

A reverie,

You're here with me!

Whenever you're on my mind,

I leave the world behind....

And so, I still believe...

And I want to be in love...I want to love someone.

And On and On...

I've just watched a special on Palladium...it was Heart (in this era) performing their entire first album (Dreamboat Annie) on stage.

It's peculiar that I felt a range of emotions about this performance...I listened to the songs that, well, had awakened my sexuality, my sensuality, my head and my...no pun intended...my heart.

I can remember hearing "Crazy On You" the very first time...I had awakened to a clear summer morning and I was looking up to my windows and I heard this woman singing, almost screaming, "Lemme go crazy, crazy on you". Well, I was fifteen years old, pumped with hormones and the thought of that was quite intoxicating! I tried, feverishly, for two or three months to find out who the HELL this band was. I was told it was the Heart Sisters and other things...and finally, I found them in the record (remember records?) store. On a little known label (which I will not say here because they screwed Heart big time) was "Heart". I played "Crazy On You" and "Magic Man" and "Sing Child" over and over and over and over until the grooves (yeah, youngster, records had GROOVES!) were worn out.

Now, thirty years later...I don't know if it because I have really never grown up or if I have hope in my heart...I listened to the same songs sang by people I really didn't recognize (Big Fat Annie and Anorexic Nancy, with their latest boy-toy band and some chick with pigtails playing keys and other assorted stuff) and I realized that I still have the same feelings. I hope in my heart that I will be the best person I can be and that someone, just one, will recognize that in me! I hope that I will help...

Ann and Nancy...and I'm sorry I disparaged you in the last paragraph because I have always loved both of you, as musicians, especially, but just as nice people...Ann and Nancy, you sang about the things that I was going through at age 15-16...you understood. You helped me through.

You sang of love...you sang about the world.

This is not from "Dreamboat Annie" but I took these words to heart (again, no pun intended)...You said...

"When we get old,
How will our story be told,
Windswept, old,
Used by time,
Waiting for the bus...

Will that be us?

I still feel the feelings of a fifteen year old...I hope for love, I hope for peace in my life, I hope for better things every day.

Am I still waiting for the bus?