If the rain stops and the wind is friendly I’ll play. If not I’ll be hoping for better concert weather tomorrow

I’m going to go out in an hour or so to play live music in front of Huckleberry’s on the South Hill.  It would make my whole day if a few people came out to hear me.  My plan is to play from 6:30ish to 7:30 or 8:00pm. There are tables and chairs outside, so you can enjoy the evening in comfort.

If you miss the concert or if you want a little more, visit my webpage, watch some Frankie Ghee youtube videos, read some short fiction, poetry, song lyrics and blogs.  I posted some more creepy flash fiction today, so if you like your stories with a little crazy in them…

Haunted Objects

I never gave much thought to the inanimate things that hold stories for me.  Today, I have reason to think about them.  My question to myself is this, “When I die which objects have I touched so deeply that they will echoe me?”

Will it be the curling iron that I have used almost every day for the past twenty years to put the bend in the fringes of hair that make up my bangs? My department store bargain still gets surprisingly hot.  I burned myself with it today for the millionth time.  Is my curling iron heavy with my essence, my pain, and my vanity?

Maybe my spirit will have marked the couch where I sat with the vet who put my old cat to sleep.  I sat there and watched her inject the poison that ended my dear friend’s life, and I cried.  Did those tears imbue the fabric with something of me that will make those who sit on it feel extreme sadness and overwhelming guilt? 

Have I left my imprint on so many things like ghostly germs waiting for a susceptible medium to infect?  Will my clothes, my journals, my walls and flooring, or my reading glasses be the most potent speaker of my death?

The event that led me down this road of morbid reflection was simple, an innocent action on my part.  I took a steak knife from the silverware drawer in the kitchen.  I was going to use it to cut through the plastic on a new package of Smart Dogs. 

The sick feeling of dark shame that washed over me when I picked up that small tool, stopped me cold.

I picked it up, and I just knew you had done something bad with it.

The car accident that killed you last year, left me alone here in our place.  I haven’t had the heart to check your computer or go through your things because you were always so very private.  Maybe I’ve always known that I didn’t want to know everything about the you that you kept from me.  Now, I have to find out.

What did you do with this ordinary object that made it into a harbinger of evil after your death?  Why did you keep it?

What did you do?

Why is this steak knife haunted? 

Why do I still miss you so much?

Is that your voice I hear?

I should really put this thing down.

I’m going to go out in an hour or so to play live music in front of a store somewhere, Probably HiCo Mart on the South Hill.  It would make my whole day if a few people would come on out to hear me and stay for a while.  It’s even better if you take a business card and visit my webpage, watch some Frankie Ghee youtube videos, read some short fiction, poetry, song lyrics and blogs.

Go ahead….make my day.

Frankie Sings “Turn the Page” by Bob Seger

Here is a little video footage from my outing

I’ll play from 6 until 8 or until the storm hits

Come on over near Trader Joes

Slightly Odd Couple

To both of them, she was a goddess.

From Sonia’s perspective, life was easy.  She sailed through it as supreme deity upon corpses of the egos she had crushed and the hopes she’d maimed.  She gave nothing yet wanted for nothing and saw nothing wrong in this.

In Mallory’s mind, Sonia was the definition of beautiful, and she worshiped her doing her bidding like a chamber maid.  Mallory was content in being allowed to share such close proximity with this prize that was coveted by all who viewed it.

In this way, the two women worked for a time, filling each other’s need. 

Mallory was the only “friend” who did not try to steal from Sonia’s light.  She kept her head down and followed always at the proper distance, so that Sonia did not seem equaled or unfriended.

Sonia dominated Mallory which made Mallory feel needed and secure in her role as lackey for the queen.

The only problem with this arrangement, was that it was completely dependant upon a temporary truth.  Sonia was gorgeous.  The fact of Sonia’s extreme good looks kept both women sheltered and fed.  There was always a party, free drinks and a free meal for the goddess and her entourage.  

With the accident and the dramatic alteration in Sonia’s appearance, both women were left to rely on their personalities, and neither was prepared for such a fate.

Here there is peace

Here there is calm

Here there is love

In my mind, in my body

In my spirit, in my heart

Here there is quiet hope and brilliant soft light

Here there is peace

Here there is calm

Here there is love

In the stillness of my spirit

In the silence of my heart

Frankie Ghee Sings “This is My Country” by Frankie Ghee

Another nice night for playing music outside.  Thanks Spokane.  Here’s a link to video of one of my original songs played live outside

My master plan is to start playing outside around 6:30pm and stay until 8:30pm or so.  If I need to relocate, I’ll post it here and on twitter.

There is room to loiter, so feel free to come and hang out a bit.