MUSIC ~ WRITING AND POETRY ~ VIVID DREAMS

MUSIC At age eight I studied classical Spanish guitar (flamenco style) and played for eight years. I was so cute ... had to perform for Navy cocktail parties, playing my Martin guitar and dancing hula. Gawd, how embarrassing ... Long blonde pigtails, grass skirt, … maybe I’ll get brave and insert a photo later… By the time I was 13, I wanted to rock and roll, but Mama said NO - she would only pay for classical. Being a rebel, I insisted on dropping the guitar and starting up piano. She ONLY paid for classical piano ... so I had to indulge my rock and roll aspirations differently!

By this age, I was spending summers with my grandparents in San Francisco. These years were called "The Summers of Love" in the Bay Area. Need I say more about music? I began feeble attempts to harmonize with Joan Baez or Bob Dylan's tapes...

In later years, I thought I could write music ... hahaha ... The two songs I wrote were twisted versions of "You Can't Hide Your Lying Eyes" (Eagles) and "Wild Horses" (R. Stones). I haven't written (or played) in a long, long time!

WRITING AND POETRY

Yep, I’m an UN-published amateur writer without ambitions. When the Navy moved us to the Mainland, I was in high school (11th grade). Arriving from Morocco, I spoke fluent French and some Arabic. At Orange Park High School, I was asked by the Principal to substitute for the French teacher and to become the Editor of the school newspaper. Obviously my exposures to "summers of love" influenced my topics: Mini-skirts ~ flowers and rainbows ~ stop the war ~ etc, etc, etc... My pen name was DAISY. (Does that make me a flower child? LOL) Obviously, Orange Pit(?) Florida was NOT ready for me and /"I DID NOT inhale"!

I also wrote poetry under the pen-name Daisy -- same hippie topics. In addition, my poetry binder contains copies of poems that were published in the San Francisco Oracle and other underground newspapers.

I continue to write (mostly in journals) and particularly about life events. From time to time, poetry sneaks in.

DREAMS I like to record my dreams. At age 25, my grand mother told me about her special types of dreams that were realistic and vivid. One time I remember her calling me up long-distance from San Francisco to say she "had a dream of me last night and is everything OK?" I inherited her gifted ability for remembering my realistic and vivid dreams. Certain vivid dreams come true. When I record them, I write about them, give them titles and years later can remember the exact dream from the title. I have many other dreams that are not as vivid but are just plain fun.

I discovered that my mother kept a journal as well. She wrote about bird-dreams and often, after the date of the dream, someone in the family was either very sick, or died. Chanel dreams too…. Weird ladies, huh?

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