M.D.

Minstrel D.

M.D. is a long time member of the D. Consortium yet she is also very new, I just resurrected her this June 2009 during my forced vacation.

Unfortunately she will have to go back into retirement for a while, or until she gets another bright idea.

I do intent to produce at least 12 new numbers for my first album, maybe not all new, but new to you for sure.

Here is my very first #1 hit!
I'm giving it it's own page.

Kill it after your thoroughly impressed!.

I will be adding links to new pieces as I add them to the web site.

They will be found all over the place, depending on their topics.

I studied music in high school, the trombone, and the guitar, I studied voice and piano for a while.
I play castanets with a rather unique flair. It's how I hold them that makes them very flamboyant as I dance.
I'm also a card carrying member of CAPAC

It's been many years since I played the guitar, and that means, that Dah is going to make me learn how to play it all over again, and I really don't want to.

I got it in my head that acapella was just fine, then I thought, why not add sound effects?

Why not make sound effects with my voice?

I will admit straight out that my skills as a sound engineer are sorely lacking in finesse, but what I lack in skills I make up for in humor!

Always with tongue in cheek.

(I'll have to dig this picture out again and see if I can clean it up a little better.

It's a newspaper clipping from January 1967 in Toronto's Yorkville at the height of the hippie movement.

There I was bare foot, wearing glasses to cover up my eye infection, playing my friend Jazz's guitar.

Standing next to me on the left is William Gibson. He had just arrived in Toronto that day and I took him home with me.

It took years to track down Billy on the web, for the longest time he was so consumed with his writing that he had no time for his fans.

Not saying that I'm an uber fan of his work, but he kept dropping comments once I found his message board and watched the documentary,
"No Maps For These Territories," that he forced me to read between the lines.

When I first came on line in the mid 90's I found some interesting sites dealing with this man. I decided to write him a poem.

This I sent off to his publisher, but as he said on his message board, he probably read it and feels guilty about not replying.

I got home recently and decided to dig that poem out of the stack. It's so old that it was never on any of my many computers, I wrote it on a Panasonic word processor. At least I remembered to print it out before I shipped it out in favor of my first pre pentium unit.
It was just something to learn how to touch type on. :P @ Bill

It's a large stack of poetry dating back to the 60's I found the print out in the last book near the last page.
I almost got distracted several times, but I persisted, and decided it was definitely in need of a major re-write.

Without further yakity yak.

Revelry

Caught you on Hard Copy,

My eyes bulged at the TV.

Could this be the young man,

Who once played around with me?

No Maps caught me off guard

Perhaps it wasn't only me?

Those hippie chicks you mentioned.

Giving our love away so easily.

Never where you the lean bean of my dreams

But that southern drawl and be-spectacled face I see.

Has come back to haunt my revelry.

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In the house of Gumba

Where the illicit drugs flowed free

You climbed the third floor stairs with me

To my room up in the trees.

The landlord and the Ex did gear

Your Sci Fi passion they debunked

Well look who's laughing hardest now,

The “Noir Prophet” of the Cyberpunks!

If they realized how their mockery was weak

Of the homeless boy in the year that you met me

Together we could divvy up this revelry

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I am of the un-loved

A private solitary soul,

Who counts the links on lengthy chain

of the famous men I've known.

My heart does soar to add your name,

Amongst the conquest of my days.

It is just my way of saying

Congratulations, Hip Hip Hooray!

I'm so very pleased with your presents to succeed

Though our lives have diverged permanently.

Now I revel in my revelry.

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At “the crossroads of paranoia

and technology,”

Is it futurism that made you great

Or inertia based insecurity?

Prophet, huckster, shyster

Your facets make me jolly.

The D. Consortium tips their hat.

Now say good bye to Molly.

Every thing that goes down make us who we would be

A brief encounter of two creative souls is all I see.

That's all that fuels this revelry

William, William Gibson the man of the near future frontiers.

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MD's view on Pure Fiction.

I get the feeling that Pooky is not all that happy about my paying attention to Mr. Gibson.
Not that he is jealous, the man does not have a jealous bone in his body.
It's just that he's so use to being the core of my inspiration that my deviating after 7 years is a bit of a shock to his system?
Or maybe he's relieved? Nah, he's been up to his old tricks again, so I know he's trying to keep our attention.

MD knows that he likes to sing and plays a bass, but she also knows that he's brilliant and would insist that he take over the editing controls.
He could help with the filks too, because that's his major forte.

MD believes that they could sing sweet harmony together.

The best she could come up with on short notice is the sound track to one of his spoken MP3s That no longer exist on the web.
Well maybe in the way way back machine?

It was the rhythmic pronunciation of his words that begged for percussion back up.

All of my work is not to be used without my permission.

I didn't ask to use his MP3 file, but there is no market value to divvy up.

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