Neither Here Nor Downtown

Something I "experienced" yesterday has caused me to immerse myself in a certain degree of cogitation, including the weighing of the pros and cons of reporting it. I have finally decided to say to myself: what the hell.

As I have occasionally mentioned in earlier blogs, I regard myself as being in relation to high-powered people and situations, though common knowledge of this is buried by certain things for what one imagines are certain reasons. In relation to this, it is periodically confirmed to me that, no matter where I am, I am generally followed by some kind of network or networks.

Yesterday I saw someone who conspicuously reminded me of the woman in the movie, "Greenberg," as she had a thing on her right temple. As I had just blogged the previous day that I had just seen that movie, and as this is the kind of shorthand I am accustomed to in terms of something happening in connection with a recent action, I had no doubt. I had been notified that my whereabouts were "known".

Less than five minutes later I saw a look-alike for Ringo Starr's wife, Barbara Bach. It is Ringo's 70th birthday on the 7th, and I have been very important with relation to some of Ringo's most important songs. So it may not have been a look-alike, but Bach herself, and not a coincidence, but a deliberate action in relation to me. One thing is certain: it had nothing to do with it being the day in history that someone went over Niagara Falls inside a rubber ball. Ringo is about marriage expressed through rings, or so his name implies, not people expressing themself in the honeymoon capitol in this strange manner. Then again, rings can be expensive.

About half-an-hour later someone who was probably Petula Clark walked by me. I subsequently checked the Internet for a more recent photograph of her, which is why I believe it was probably she. The only discrepancy would be that her hair when she walked by me was a match for the way she wore her hair when she was much younger, which is not the way she wears her hair now.

The interesting thing about Petula Clark walking by is, I once sent her a letter asking how close she was with John Lennon, making the assumption that she at least had the chance to meet him back in the day. I asked because of something that happened to on the day Lennon's last non-posthumous recording, "Double Fantasy" was supposed to be released. As it turned out, "Double Fantasy" (an album I was a significant influence on) was not released on the announced released date, but several days later. The announced release date, November 15, 1980, was Petula Clark's birthday. While I was on my way to the record store on that announced release date, walking down a quiet Denver sidewalk, someone who looked quite a bit like John Lennon walked towards me, wearing a bathrobe. I became angrier than you can imagine, as it meant to me that someone was ruining this important experience for me, the buying of the first Lennon album in five years. As the person came near, I suddenly had to wonder whether this might be the last person in the world I should be angry at - i.e., was it John Lennon?

Several years later I wrote to Yoko Ono, asking whether Lennon might have been in Denver that day. She actually wrote back, and said I was exactly right. Nevertheless, I have no idea whether or not she was humoring me.

As sometimes the "games" people play with/on me relate to my occasionally noticing what day it is in history, in accordance with something they used to publish, The Daily Planet Almanac, I looked there to see where this might all fit in. When I saw that November 15th is Petula Clark's birthday, I considered the bathrobe attired Lennon or Lennon look-alike might be relation to her song, "Don't Sleep In The Subway". That would also go with the cover of "Double Fantasy" somewhat, or a little, well, sort of.

Yesterday when Petula Clark or her look-alike walked by me, it was the day in history that bus service began in England. Hmm, that fits. Or should I be playing the words to the song "Downtown" in my head? I was in San Diego, yet, it was a downtown sort of area, I think it's called "Old Town" though. No, I won't go there. I will not go there.