| | Derek, excuse this delayed response. I've been busy over the past week or so writing a letter to novelist Clive Barker so an overseas friend of mine could print it off at her end and hand it to him at an upcoming book signing she was going to. Okay, so I didn't really need to say that. I was just showing off. It's the first letter I've ever sent to a novelist, after all. Hence why it was 10,000 words long, maybe. Which is no lie. And since you're now interested (yes, you are), I should add that the letter was indeed given to Clive Barker at that overseas signing a few days ago, and that he said he'd definitely read it. What? Why did I send it? Well, a rather amazing and harrowing series of incidents that happened to me a few years ago involving the law became connected with certain emails and such about Clive Barker that I'd sent one particular person. If you want to know more, which you do, wait for my biography to come out. It'll hit stands in about 30 years.
All of which has nothing to do with Lanza, being the man I'm here to talk about.
Derek, thanks for your link. I'll definitely check it out. And yes, I am amazed to hear that Lanza topped La Donna e' Mobile, because when I heard it a couple of weeks ago (being many moons after the time I heard it before this), I was really, really swept away. He lets himself go in that song. He lets fly out whatever there is in him to fly free.
Having a brilliant voice is one thing, but giving it as many wings as possible with which to fly - that's another. He's a loving monster, and a monster of love, as are all impassioned people who inspire my imagination, including that man in Hamlet as he bellows forth deeply-felt invocations across an open plain (I can't think what movie, what thing, what ever), and Moses as he booms out over the sea or whatever in the movie The ten Commandments. I love big, fantastical, energy-filled, rapture-gripped souls such as these. If only I had the memory to, er, remember what, where, who properly, so as to make of my posts a more qualified explanation. Grrrr.
Anyway, if I happen to envision Lanza again while listening to your recommendations, Derek, I'll report back. Unless, of course, it's sexually explicit, and includes Janis Joplin. I mean, in one of my last fantasies while listening to Lanza, songs were able to fling out directly through someone's chest, so I dread to think what they'd fling out through in a pornographic vision.
SOLO, Sense Of Life Orgasms
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