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Space drift sunshine

tcr! · Jan 23, 2020 at 10:45 pm

Audio (MP3): 20200123 - Space drift sunshine

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20190307 Confront your feelings

I don’t know why but it’s important that I make things like this.

๐Ÿ‘ฝ #diariespodcast #diariesvideo


tism tism · Jan 24, 2020 at 8:11 am

Disco party in the basement? Matrix remake? Alien incursion?


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JJ · Jan 24, 2020 at 9:43 am

Beautiful. ๐Ÿฆ•๐Ÿช๐Ÿ’ก


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marney0160 marney0160 · Jan 28, 2020 at 11:05 pm

I think you have a ghost in your house!


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Confront your feelings

tcr! · Mar 7, 2019 at 7:00 pm

Audio (MP3): 20190307 - Confront your feelings

Video (MP4): 20190307 - Confront your feelings

20190307 Confront your feelings

I’ve been writing and recording music for close to 30 years. This is the latest track. You should listen to it with headphones.

The words below are various thoughts I’ve had and one-liners I’ve collected over the last year. They seem to go hand in hand with the audio. We can’t be a fruity butterfly all the time.

Intolerant. Not verbally just mentally.

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Proof would kill me

tcr! · Sep 10, 2017 at 4:00 pm

Audio (MP3): 20170910 - Proof would kill me

20170910 Proof would kill me

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A year or so after I got divorced from my first wife one of our mutual friends said to me, “I’m so sorry that she cheated on you with John.”

Now I always had a gut feeling about that but never knew for sure. Until then.

The moment Heather said it I was just crushed. Even more so because I wasn’t really that close with her, she was just a friend in the restaurant Kathy and I both worked at. Heather had asked me a few minutes before how things were going after the divorce so her words didn’t come out of the blue. But the confirmation was still a stab, twist, gouge to my soul. And then she felt really bad because it was obvious I didn’t know.

And then I wondered how many other people knew. It’s one thing to have close friends know about your heart breaks and betrayals but it’s a whole new level of embarrassment when people from outside your inner circle get privy to things like that.

Jobs and co-workers, well, we know a lot about each other because we spend so much of our lives together. It can almost feel like high school with the secrets and the gossip. Heather was a good person though and she only said something because she cared. My other close friends at work, I wondered how many of them knew and simply didn’t say anything.

Kathy and I met in that restaurant. We were both really young. I think she was 19 and I was 21. We were just a step beyond high school really.

And there was this guy named John that used to come and sit at the counter, drink his coffee, and eat or whatever. Gab with all the servers and the like. I may have had a twinge of jealously because I was 21 and he was in his late 20s or early 30s, a full grown man with a career and house and muscles and all that. But it never really bothered me because he talked to everybody and not just Kathy. I never saw them interact in a way that was different than how he interacted with everybody else.

But one time I came around the corner and I saw John and Kathy together by the front door. He was turning to go and they’re holding hands with their arms reached out as if he’s leaving and this is a good bye, a longing farewell. And it’s very romantic between them, with him going and her not wanting him to. The look on his face and from what I could see, the look on hers was a love between them that I had thought she only had for me.

And in that instant I knew it was something more than just chitchat between them. In that moment I had one of the worst panic attacks of my life. One of the ones where I was paralyzed with fear, unable to move, heart thumping so loud I could hear it in my ears. The world had just came down and crushed me with a truth I was oblivious to. The unseen things from left field, the ones I didn’t see coming, those always did the most damage. There’s no way to brace ourselves for the surprises that change everything.

Anyways, John probably saw me out of the corner of his eye but he turned and left and Kathy walked away in another direction.

What I did was shutdown. On her. For the rest of the time we were together. We got married later even though I had completely detached myself.

It wasn’t fear of rejection or abandonment that stopped me from doing something as I’d had plenty of both from the time I was nine. What it came down to was that I didn’t know how to be assertive, to stand up for myself. I’d never broken up with a girlfriend before. Never had been as close with one either. I didn’t know what to say, didn’t know what to do, didn’t know how to take care of myself on an important emotional level.

Bad shit had happened my whole life and this was just more bad shit happening. And I knew how to pretend like bad shit didn’t happen. Childhood stuff can fuck you up for a long time.

Anyways, that whole romantic scene between John and Kathy was one of the biggest times in my life where I should’ve said something but didn’t. I stayed in way too many relationships with the bad shit happening because I’d never learned confrontation.

Denial though that was easy. I didn’t say anything to her. Not a word. And what’s more I didn’t want to face the truth that she wanted somebody else and not me. That I was lacking in some way, that I wasn’t enough.

See, proof that I’m not enough would kill me.

So now when I think about that moment some 20 odd years later it isn’t a strong hurt that I feel but I still feel some betrayal however minute it’s still a little tiny thorn. I’ve talked about it before so it’s not some big secret. And yes, it took a Fourth and Fifth Step and lots of prayer to be able to move past it.

So when Heather told me a few years later that Kathy did in fact cheat on me it was devastating on many levels.

But the real part of this story is that I was really upset for a day or so, totally felt all the hurt and anguish and heart break. And then the pain stopped.

It felt kind of weird because I lived my whole life clinging to and perpetuating pain, carrying it around in my back pocket like it was a secret note to myself, one that reminded me people were not to be trusted, that people will hurt you.

And for it to be gone I didn’t know what to do. Every now I would think about it accidentally or not to see if something was still there but after doing the right thing, feeling all of that, talking about like we’re supposed to…it went away.

There comes a time in some people’s lives where so much bad shit has happened that pain and hurt are normal everyday things we feel. And then life can feel abnormal when we don’t have that pain, when it no longer defines us. Even more, pain will hurt once we stop being numb to it.

When we take the higher road, reach for new heights, strive for more than the day before, go above and beyond who we’ve been then suffering will no longer taste good. We’ll think more of ourselves, know that we deserve more than day in and day out torment. Not only will we think that, we’ll feel it, know it to be true down to our inner most selves. Bad shit happening will become unacceptable.

Looking back on all that shit with Kathy now I don’t have any solid feelings about it really. I don’t care either way. I mean it happen, it’s part of my story but more than anything I’m like “whatever.” It makes no difference in the here and now, has no bearing on my life other than going through all of that has made me who I am today. It’s one of my lessons, was fuel for one of my spiritual growths. It’s made me bigger, a more complete human being.

And that’s what happens when we deal with life. That’s what happens when we process it, find closure — it no longer holds us back in our lives today.

Ya know, I used to drink so nothing could touch me.
I’ve found that the real way for nothing to touch you is to just deal with it.

#lettherebehope #relationships #diariespodcast #diariesvideo

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tcr! tcr! · Sep 10, 2017 at 4:21 pm

Here’s an accidental photo my iPad took while I was preparing to record the video.

20170910 Proof would kill me outtake


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Relapse and reservations

tcr! · Sep 4, 2017 at 6:27 pm

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After I’d been sober for a number of years I relapsed. It wasn’t something that I thought was gonna happen. And also, it didn’t “just happen” either.

So with that being said I feel qualified, I feel confident, I feel like I’m able to talk about relapse overall. I have experience with it.

I didn’t have any deep, dark, dank secrets. I didn’t hold anything back when writing my Fourth Step and I didn’t hold anything back when sharing my Fifth Step. I made all of the amends on my Eighth Step list. I was more spiritual than I’d ever been my whole life.

So why did I relapse?

Because I quit going to meetings. I quit hanging out with people in recovery and hung out instead with “normal” people. that drank like normal people do. We had a lot in common those “normal” ones, similar interests and so on. We could bond over things I couldn’t with people in the meetings.

And really we alcoholics aren’t that much different from them. I’ve known plenty of “normal” people who had resentments, who’d been plagued with fear their whole life, who felt lost and couldn’t find their way.

Anyways with my relapse, somehow I had convinced myself that I was okay, that me drinking was okay. Plain and simple: I’d lost touch with where I’d came from.

And I write this because I hear people talk who say that the reason alcoholics relapse is because they have reservations. And I think it’s bullshit to say that everyone who’s relapsed didn’t work the steps to their full ability.[1] I’ve heard that in meetings.

And further I’ve known people who have relapsed or were in the midst of a relapse who were and still are more spiritual, more kind, more compassionate and caring then those 20+ year sober guys who think they know it all. And obviously something is lacking in their program if they’re up there pounding their fists at the soapbox about a relapse they never had.

Yes, some people do relapse because there’s a secret that they don’t want to tell or they never found the humility or willingness to make a certain amend or whatever. But that’s not fucking everybody.

Okay, obviously I have some emotion behind this but just to be clear, just because you’ve never relapsed that doesn’t mean that you can come along and tell me that I didn’t do something right the first time. Or that you can make some broad assumption, or borderline accusation against everyone who has relapsed.

Be careful with airs of intolerance or ones of arrogance. They’ll get you in trouble. Further, you’re the authority on your recovery, not mine. And further still, my relapse doesn’t discount my previous recovery. It doesn’t wipe the sobriety slate clean or take away the decade plus I was sober. It only makes my recovery now that much better.

And lastly while I’m picking bones… Who cares if I would have been sober for over 25 years if I hadn’t relapsed. I’m not keeping score. Why are you?

#alcoholism #twelvesteps #diariespodcast #diariesvideo

  1. Okay, I concede to the fact that I fell down on Step 12 before I relapsed. Step 10 and 11, too. But not working steps 1-9 to the best of my ability didn’t have anything to do with my relapse.


jimi hindrance experience jimi hindrance experience · Sep 4, 2017 at 9:11 pm

Because he has enlightenment as his aim, a bodhisattva-mahฤsattva is so called.

I still have Walter Becker on my mind but I was very struck by your comments, as usual. “Bodhisattva” is of course a rockin’ lil’ number by Steely Dan.

In other news, I feel like I’ve said these things before. I’m not thinking plagiarism, just that you are so completely in tune with things I’ve thought for a long time.
I am super-qualified on relapse.


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keamoose keamoose · Sep 5, 2017 at 4:29 pm

I don’t expect I’ll ever really understand this, but the way you write about it always just sounds so honest that it makes it more ok for me to talk about the stuff I have issues with.


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tcr! tcr! · Sep 5, 2017 at 5:17 pm

Somewhere in one of my recovery books it says something along the lines of, “when sharing our pain if it helps just one person with their pain then it was worth it.”

I’m happy that my sharing is helping with your sharing ๐Ÿ˜Š


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