i saw that the other night also. mega-dad.

toomanyhelicopters wrote:this only half counts, because i was able to preempt the cry. but i just watched the bubble puppy video again, cause i dig it so much. and that reminded me of the mogwai animated video (for Hunted By A Freak, on the Matador website) and i brought that one up. and i had to minimize the window and just listen to the audio, because as soon as the first shot of the tied-up bird came on, i immediately reached the verge of tears as i anticipated the shot of the hamster. i cannot watch the shot of the hamster, and especially with the music bed, it is unbearable. this is absurd. but it is fact. therefore, the last time i cried was about 30 seconds ago, but i preempted it about 1:30 ago after having begun to well up. damn that video, for its powerful cartoon cuteness/sadness!

watched this video a couple days ago. my eyes actually start to tear up *thinking* about the shot. watching it is too much. right as it comes out of the bridge, the shot of the hamster in the wheel. too much for me. damn you, mogwai!

I have, as some of you know, cried quite a bit recently. I prefer not to dwell on the crying, but I can share in the spirit of the thread.

When Michael Dahlquist was killed (and John and Doug), everybody who knew him cried, of course, and over time, eventually came to grips with it, at least to the point of getting through the morning without breaking down completely.

There was this thing, though, that happened any time two of his friends would see each other. Whatever our condition at the moment, there was a spark of recognition on seeing another friend of Michael's, that here was another guy who would never get to hang out with Michael, and that we probably hung out with Michael together and those memories are now all we'll ever have of him.

Anyway, whenever two guys who knew Michael saw each other, they would involuntarily throw a bear hug on each other and start bawling. I last saw this at the "wake," when people who had travelled great distances finally came together. It was happening all around me, and to me repeatedly.

My band played a show in Seattle, and Joel Phelps was there. More than a month after the wake, with our minds probably on many other things, we saw each other and in an instant, did that thing. I was completely surprised to find myself hanging on to Joel, completely surprised that we were both crying, in front of a thinning crowd of rock fans, totally oblivious.

The other time was when I heard Harvey Jackson, of Biloxi, Mississippi, tell the story of how his house split apart around him and he couldn't hold on to his wife's hand and she disappeared into a flood and a hurricane, telling him to take care of their children. "I can't find her body. She's gone."

On a less tragic note, I was once stuck in England for a stay of months, and was becoming very homesick. One of the UK channels was showing the Blues Brothers as its late movie, and I tuned it in. I choked up when I heard the Chicago accents, but when the camera showed Maxwell Street, I came apart, blubbering like a fool. I don't think I had even believed in homesickness before.

bellulah wrote:she just left me without a word, so i'm clueless as to what the real story is. that hurts,

This is terrible, without a word leaves a lot of room for your brain to make up an explanation. No explanation at all is much worse than hearing something you really don't want to hear. I'm sorry and wish you good things.

Bigc- I'm really sorry you are having to bear this sad situation with your mother, I'm amazed you made it home in one piece. A testament to your strength and I wish you all you need.

Mr. Chimp- Your Grandpa's type is not easily found in this day and age, lying to go to battle for his beliefs. I'm sorry for your grief but heartened that his legacy lives on in you.


This past Tuesday, my parents had to put their beloved Bailey down. He was a beautiful mutt that looked like a big blonde sheep dog. We nicknamed him the Ambassadog because it was his job to convert all dog disliking humans into dog loving humans. His leaving is very sad. It hit my dad and my brother the hardest and seeing them break down makes me sadder than Bailey leaving us.
New Orleans footage has also gotten to me this week, so sad.

Thanks to everyone who shared their stories and to Kerbel for bumping up these cool old threads.

steve wrote:Joel Phelps was there. More than a month after the wake, with our minds probably on many other things, we saw each other and in an instant, did that thing.

i did this exact thing with joel phelps, only maybe 1mo. ago!

but that was not the last time i cried. oh no. i cried like a baby monday, after playing music in my basement for the first time since my friend and bandmate michael died. and i cried last night looking at my little girl in the bathtub. but that was out of happiness or gratitude or something.

that was the last time! until just now, when steve made me 'mist up' a bit. but i think no actual drop, no crying.

new orleans, i have been watching this disaster nonstop on TV. i think 'i shouldn't watch this so much,' but then i think 'this may never happen again in my lifetime, and i want to remember it.' it has not directly made me cry. but that is probably b/c i can only cry so much. and b/c i am in shock that this beautiful, deeply flawed city is in ruins and that so many people are dead, homeless, materially ruined.

to cry when the situation is appropriate is a noble pursuit. a great release. she 'might make you feel better,' in the words of _free to be, you and me_.

my daughter, she cries right now. she wants to go to the park. so ciao. remember: life, she is very hard. but that we can even draw breath is beautiful.

I am not trying to sound like a tough guy or anything, but I cannot remember the last time I actually cried real tears. It was probably 10 years ago, I was working at Best Buy and these people come in and are pushing this insanely crippled kid around in a wheelchair, maybe 5 years old, the kid was laughing and smiling and pointing at shit. I just lost it for some reason and went in the back and wept like a baby. Aside from that, Girls come and go, people die, I get laid off from my dream job, car breaks down, band breaks up, have to send my cat to live with my sister, have to move out of my dream apartment, dead broke...no tears for any of it. I don't feel all pent up or anything, and these things do bum me out but I just don't cry, ever. I just shrug and say 'that's life, it's gonna suck real bad sometimes I knew that going in' and try and figure out how to move on.
I wonder if one day I'm going to just burst out in a homicidal rage, it dosen't feel like it but you never know.

steve wrote:The other time was when I heard Harvey Jackson, of Biloxi, Mississippi, tell the story of how his house split apart around him and he couldn't hold on to his wife's hand and she disappeared into a flood and a hurricane, telling him to take care of their children. "I can't find her body. She's gone."

Yeah, that made me get really choked up as well.

I went home that night after work and had never appreciated my blessed life, my beautiful wife, and my unborn child more.

tmidgett wrote:to cry when the situation is appropriate is a noble pursuit. a great release. she 'might make you feel better,' in the words of _free to be, you and me_.

Tim!

You have quoted Roosevelt "Rosey" Grier!

Of Marlo Thomas' "Free To Be... You And Me"!
Formerly of the Los Angeles Rams!
Cousin of Pam Grier!

Tim, Rosey Grier! He is the very large former "NFL" defensive lineman to sing this song, "It's All Right To Cry".

Tim, you have correctly stated that Rosey Grier, he has said that crying "might make you feel better". Rosey Grier has also said in this song that it is all right to cry because "crying takes the sad out of you", which is some kind of great and simple line. So beautiful, to speak this way to the children.

Tim, Rosey Grier tells us that crying will make us feel better whether we are "sad and grumpy" or "down in the dumpy". This is important to remember.

Tim, I have taken this man's crying advice "to heart" on many occasions this summer. I have specifically thought of Rosey Grier the many times I cry recently. To think of Rosey Grier! When to cry! This is crazy, but it is true.

Salut, Rosey Grier, you were a children's television personaility, and you made it all right to cry for many millions of children!

Who are now adults!

Tim, this Rosey Grier, he has long ago taught us all the valuable lesson of crying. However, I have completely ignored his other advices!

Tim, did you know that this "Crying" Rosey Grier, he was the "bodyguard" for Roberts Kennedy when to assassinate him? This is true.

Rosey Grier, maybe he has learned to cry in 1968 in Los Angeles.

Bradley R. Weissenberger wrote:You have quoted Roosevelt "Rosey" Grier!

si!!! this is true.

so many great things about rosey grier:

1. nfl lineman, huge, black: named rosey

2. pam grier's cousin

3. sings so many songs on _free to be, you and me_

4. needlepoint!

truly a man among men

Salut, Rosey Grier, you were a children's television personaility, and you made it all right to cry for many millions of children!

Who are now adults!

this is TRUE. his message is so ingrained in us!

Tim, this Rosey Grier, he has long ago taught us all the valuable lesson of crying. However, I have completely ignored his other advices!

haha!

brad, i had not clicked on this link, when i made my link to the exact same site above!!!! haha! i had googled 'rosey grier needlepoint' to find it!!

Rosey Grier, maybe he has learned to cry in 1968 in Los Angeles.

if he had not before then, that would have been a good time to start

as my father is fond of saying, 'this country would be entirely different if robert kennedy had been elected president'

this may be correct

hey, brad! if crying doesn't take the sad out of you, it at least spreads it around, so it can be diffused by other things! salut, crying.

Mr. Weissenberger! Mr. Midgett! YOU are why I keep coming back to this damn board!

Salut you both!

Salut crying!

Salut Mr. Rosey Greir!