"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why..."
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label insomnia. Show all posts
July 7, 2011
Songs You Sing To Yourself As You Lie Awake At 4:30am
"Kathy, I'm lost," I said, though I knew she was sleeping
"I'm empty and aching and I don't know why..."
April 26, 2011
The Dreams That Filled Stadiums
From 1964, Brian Epstein appears as "Mr. X" on the popular television program What's My Line?
An immensely charming and intelligent man, Brian never had any sort of real happiness in his life, aside from his association with The Beatles as their manager. And even then, whatever happiness he managed to glean from that role was fleeting and unsatisfactory.
His interest in the group stemmed from his romantic interest in John Lennon, an interest that is said to have been reciprocated on several occasions. The two men took a vacation together to Barcelona, Spain in April 1963. Peter Brown reports in his excellent Beatle biopic The Love You Make that Lennon went along because he "...wanted to see what fucking a bloke was like."
John Lennon was often cruel to Brian Epstein about his homosexual proclivities. When Epstein wrote and published his autobiography in 1964, titled A Cellarful of Noise, Lennon's only reaction to the book was to snarl at Brian that the title should have been A Cellarful of Boys.
Brian Epstein died in his home on the 27th of August, 1967, from an accidental drug overdose. A notorious insomniac, one of the components in his sleeping tablets, carbitol, had built up to a lethal amount. Brian Epstein's heart simply stopped as a result.
In the end, I think Peter Brown put it best in The Love You Make:
"Here was a man whose passions had sparked an entertainment phenomenon, who had influenced the course of history, but the world would only remember his unhappiness and not the dreams that filled stadiums."
An immensely charming and intelligent man, Brian never had any sort of real happiness in his life, aside from his association with The Beatles as their manager. And even then, whatever happiness he managed to glean from that role was fleeting and unsatisfactory.
His interest in the group stemmed from his romantic interest in John Lennon, an interest that is said to have been reciprocated on several occasions. The two men took a vacation together to Barcelona, Spain in April 1963. Peter Brown reports in his excellent Beatle biopic The Love You Make that Lennon went along because he "...wanted to see what fucking a bloke was like."
John Lennon was often cruel to Brian Epstein about his homosexual proclivities. When Epstein wrote and published his autobiography in 1964, titled A Cellarful of Noise, Lennon's only reaction to the book was to snarl at Brian that the title should have been A Cellarful of Boys.
Brian Epstein died in his home on the 27th of August, 1967, from an accidental drug overdose. A notorious insomniac, one of the components in his sleeping tablets, carbitol, had built up to a lethal amount. Brian Epstein's heart simply stopped as a result.
In the end, I think Peter Brown put it best in The Love You Make:
"Here was a man whose passions had sparked an entertainment phenomenon, who had influenced the course of history, but the world would only remember his unhappiness and not the dreams that filled stadiums."
January 25, 2010
I Dream (HA!) Of Having Been An Insomniac Back In The Olden Days
A terrific double clicker.
Yes, my old nemesis Insomnia is paying me a visit again. I went to Walgreens and asked the pharmacist for some Dr. Miles Nervine effervescent tablets. He looked at me funny (a common occurrence pour moi) and directed me to the parking lot, where Al, Our Friendly Neighborhood Dope Pusher, was dealing out of his 1993 Ford Aerostar. I'm not sure what Al gave me, but they didn't help me sleep. However, I am peeing purple.
July 26, 2009
"A Sleep-Through Night." And The Following Morning. And The Afternoon.
A fantastic double-clicker, this one.
From 1971.
July 11, 2008
Count Your Blessings
When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your blessings
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep
Counting my blessings
I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep
Counting your blessings
Irving Berlin
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