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  • My Review of IU Auditorium show featuring Bob Dylan

    Current mood:adventurous

    The stillness began with murmured leaps about the concert hall.  The crowd so well behaved; as if in pughs and not auditorium seating.  The security seeming like the altar plate collectors from the knaves of the graceful cathedral.  Indiana University Auditorium became the fabric woven from the superb tonality and resonations of the great Bob Dylan.  It was truely moving.  I felt lifted to the sky on the first few bars.  I was by the river in the salvation of a music unlike any other to cross my ears ever.  Perfection is the first word to enter my mind as I swayed to the gentle sweet stories of Dylan's art.  He painted a real masterpiece with the performance.  The peak for me was Mr. Jones, with the shadow of Bob Dylan against the grey backdrop.  He was shaded deeper in silhouette and taller than the other musician shadows.  Bigger than life.  He gestured a reverse akimbo upon all eyes.  He was so very classy that I did in fact pinch my arm to assure myself that it wasn't a dream.  The "Watchtower" was just so magnificent.  The energy and power.  All perfectly executed without flaw.  It was an outstanding show.  I want to see more of them.  It is such a great experience.  More than just a concert.
    9:49 PM

  • SHOULD I FAIL?

    Current mood:accomplished


     

       I keep failing myself in this one particular
    endeavor.  It's just silly of me to dwell on the
    subject, but I am really struggling in my heart of
    hearts with this dilemna.  It is a matter of the
    heart, and it is thus important to me.  There is
    something happening with me that seems to be
    utterly out of my hands;  gnawing away at my mind,
    and unfortunately, sending my logic into a storm
    of sorts.  No matter how I try;  I can't get some
    things out of my head when it comes to my dealings
    with the most important artist I represent.  It's
    quite wrong of me, but thinking is harmless unless
    it manifests into action.  And this is where I
    have my problem.  It's a very delicate situation,
    and very hard to explain, but here goes anyway.
       I have to admit that Dave is really the best
    friend I have ever had in my life.  Well, with the
    exception of my sister Integra that is.  And I
    must work very closely with Dave in our business
    of creating, developing, and perfecting our
    musical projects.  I really honestly am much
    closer to him in many ways than I ever was to my
    former husband, who had destroyed our blessed
    union in marriage in one fell swoop at the
    inception of our wedding day.  I think I've
    already mentioned this in a few places before. 
    What I thought to be the beginning of my new life
    dissolved so quickly just a few years ago.  I was
    totally shamed by my bad decision then.  I became
    untrusting of nearly the entire male faction of
    our human species.  I suppose I chose so wrongly
    back then.  You know;  The right guy at the right
    time who seemingly had everything going for him
    that needed to be.  Well,  on my wedding day,
    during the reception;  My former husband Michael
    had basically screwed my best female friend right
    there in the coat room.  And I unfortunately was
    shocked to be the one to catch him in the act. 
    So, it would have been only less hurtful only if I
    had received the information second hand.  The
    tears and sorrow to follow were the most
    unbearable of all tears and sorrows that a good
    catholic girl like myself could encounter.  I
    still hurt to this day.  I still well up in tears
    every day.  It still haunts me.My expectations of
    a new life in holy matrimony were dashed in a
    matter of seconds.  Maybe even less.  I don't mind
    sharing the story.  It hopefully will assist
    others in preventing such mistakes.  It just hurts
    so badly when the love one feels goes away with
    sudden flight.  I am really over all of that now. 
    Fortunately,  I had the great support of my sister
    Integra to guide me.  She is so much stronger
    about these things.  She protected me in ways that
    no other could.  She was my angel of mercy come to
    my aid.  All that was left for me to trust in the
    male realm was Dave.  A few years before, when I
    was a mere fifteen, and when Integra was about my
    current age, Dave had met us in Indianapolis.  He
    was losing his home due to economic trouble, and
    the love of his life (who shall remanin unnamed to
    be polite) had left his life.  It was due to the
    complexities of the street life, and the horrible
    burden of his popularity.  Well, anyway, my sister
    and I nurtured and healed our new found friend
    with our wonderful spirit:  We actually were his
    inspiration to do a sabbatacle in the honor of the
    loss of his truest love.  He actually remained in
    his state of grace for around a year and a half. 
    It really took him about five years to get over
    that woman.  He let go, yes, but he still holds
    her in the highest regard.  He will never try to
    rebuild that relationship, but he was so attatched
    to that one.  Integra and I did get to see her a
    few times from a distance.  We saw what he meant
    with our own eyes.  She was so perfect for Dave in
    almost every way.  Whatever ended it was
    avoidable, and it was really no fault of either
    Dave or the woman.  It's just how fate works, I
    would venture to guess, in the scheme of things.
       So,in the same way that we helped Dave;  he
    helped me in my time of dissillusionment and
    devoured heart.  So we became very close.  We know
    that no matter what, we can count on each other. 
    It's a true mutual reliance we have.  Yes, the
    level of trust is of the highest order.  Anyway,
    back to my actual dilemna.  About a year ago I
    stupidly made a play for Dave of an affectionate
    nature.  I had everything planned well actually. 
    I wore my wonderful dress (very classy) which I
    had purchased in Barcelona.  When he arrived, I
    had an instrumental version of "Carmen" playing on
    my stereo.  I executed the vocals with perfection.
     I am a gifted mezzo soprano, so I must admit that
    I have that special edge with voice which does
    seem as if I am heaven sent when in song.  Then I
    made my move. SHameful of me actually.  I really
    offered myself to him in the kindest and most
    loving way.  But he resisted my advance.  He
    explained that it was due to his heart being
    committed to the new woman he had just
    encountered.  He had really just met her, but he
    had so fully fallen for her.  This was what I was
    afraid of.  She had apparently captured his heart
    and soul in every way.  In such a short period of
    time.  If I had tried to do this not a couple of
    months before I did, then he would have embraced
    me in return, and he would still be holding me
    close to this very day.  I know this.  I am
    certain of it.  Call it fate, call it bad timing,
    or what you will.  At the moment I had finally
    readied myself,  I did not consider that such a
    complexity had arose.  I was not upset about the
    event not going my way however.  I couldn't be mad
    about Dave's feelings for another.  I have always
    respected him and his emotions.  That's probably
    the reason I had opened up to him in the way I
    did.  I acted out of a real lovingness and comfort
    which I always knew was in him.  Plus, I must say;
     there has always been an underlying attraction
    there.  He is very fine in every way.  We
    synchronize well.  He is usually attentive to my
    every need.  Well......Most of my needs anyway. 
    Plus, we do music together.  Maybe that was what
    was happening with me at the time. 
       Well; the real problem is this.  He immediately
    forgave me with no question.  No hesitation there
    on his part.  And my present problem lies in this
    one little detail that I had forgotten.  I was so
    in the freaking moment that evening that I had
    forgotten to appologize.  I just realized recently
    that I never said "I'm Sorry" for my actions when
    I got out of line.  It's awful.  I usually do so
    as soon as I make any kind of mistake.  Nearly
    always.  I really don't remember exactly how I
    reacted.  You know, I was actually experiencing
    the only "Petit Mort" I have ever acheived.  At
    least as far as I can tell.  I don't have a great
    frame of reference for that.  But that's O.K. 
    Really.
       So, I am planning to make this up to Dave very
    soon.  I am going to probably create the right
    environment to do my formal appology.  I feel that
    this will relieve any chance of tension between
    us.  This is really the only thing which could
    affect our working relationship with the music
    production.  It's important for us to maintain a
    thorough level of proffesionalism here.  This, you
    see, is why we have so many good years together
    working musically.  I think I'll sing a few Irish
    or Scottish songs for him as my gift to him with
    my appology.  It will create a balance I think.  I
    know that I must follow this situation up.  The
    sooner the better. 
       So.  If you read this before I can personally
    tell you myself David.  I am so very sorry for my
    monumental mistake last year.  Please forgive me
    also for being human, and for reaching out to the
    most beautifulone I know.  For I knew nothing else
    to do at the time.  I know how wrong I was in
    assuming that we were to entwine our bodies as
    one.  It was more than a slight oversight.  I
    really should have taken a completely different
    approach.  I am truly sorry for tempting your
    heart the way I did.  Anything I can do to assure
    my genuine meaning now will be done.  And you know
    that you can count on me for anything. 
    Unconditionally.  Although, I do feel that the
    tension created then did help our music improve. 
    And we have drawn even more stability in our lines
    of trust.
    8:25 PM
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      • Angelique Dailey


         

        Thank you sis.  I know I had my moment of failing.  I will try very hard to not let my feelings interfere in Dave's priorities.  But.  It did improve our standing in the biz.  I did talk on the phone with him about it.  He was very understanding.  What a guy.

        3 years ago
      • Chrissy Dailey

         
        OMG Angie.  This is so sweet of you.  You know,  I'm not sure if you did formally appologize for your moment of failing.  You always were so considerate.  I hope you do straighten out your guilt on this one.  You did a bit of pennance by waiting all this time with this on your mind.
         

        3 years ago

  • A Smattering Of Poetry

    Current mood:complacent




    Here's a little poem I just wrote.  I think
    I could do better, but this one just felt so
     good in the writing of it.  So very very
    good.  Basic, esoteric enough to be
    interesting.  I really felt the ending come
    in a flash.  Like one of those crystaline
    moments of lucidity.  There so close to
    where I wanted to be.  Poetically speaking,
    of course.  I was inspired very heavily
    after seeing Dave lose a very dear friend
    to an unnescessary demise.  It really
    affected him so much that I thought it
    would be good to write something which was
    not in a witty tone.  The poem really is
    about us all ultimately.  There are others
    who may succomb to such sensless fates yet.
     I am not trying to change anyones minds or
    attitudes.  It's just that friendship has
    a value to it, and we often take such things
     for granted unbeknownst to our own
    considerations.




     



      Ruthlessly Sweet











    A bitter, bitter woman.





    A full tilt wreckless tortured soul;





    Deep well of sorrow releases an echo.





    An abandonment of connection.





    A tormentative flotsam in spiral.





    A coiled life in grave embracing.





    The crying that no one heard.





    Tommorow much too late in thinking.





    Grass ring garlands in the hair.





    To invoke this day as confidants.





    To thirst again for a past gone.





    I fell into the sun,





    For the whole of the night;





    And rest did not come to me,





    For 'twas not rest my need.





    With my heart near such edges wrought,





    And a gentle lull of living breath.





    This to guide me through the dream anew.





    Waking my understanding aloft.





    Bearing my spirit away in chains.





     



    By Angelique Dailey


    3:56 AM
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      • Angelique Dailey

        Awwwww !  Thanks you two.  I am very flattered.  I do work hard on my poetry.  And I love cowriting with you Teg and Dave.  I am so happy.
         

        3 years ago
      • Connectivista Studios II

        We love this one.  It is so perfect and poignant Angie.
         


         

        3 years ago
      • Angelique Dailey

        This is for you Dave . I think I'm going to work on a series of poetry soon. I see what you mean about the benefit of writing. There are many levels in which one can write. This one just happens to pertain to the public field of energy at large. I think. Too many people you know have thrown away their lives like so much uffal. Just to have a good time. And the sadness for me is in knowing that these people always have to tell you that they know what they're doing. And now none of them are here to say that they are sorry for it. It's not cool for people to do so much that it becomes life threatening. And what really gets to me the most is knowing the fact that your high school sweetheart went out that way as well. At eighteen. In your first year of college. And now. All these years later; it still haunts you as half of your friends walk the streets as spectres. Bloomington seems to be right on the banks of the river Styx, and The boatman should just rent a house since he's here so much collecting his debts of charons. Oh. I forgot. The rent in Bloomington would be excessive even for Morte. But. You get the picture Dave. It seems that many others are on their way to death with crooked opiated smiles. Instead of troubling our souls with their normal workaday life situation problems. Which we could possibly be of assistance with. We should just write a song about how effectively this town ignores it's body count. It is like a war. The ignorant apparently run the show. And I can't go to the freaking grocery store without packing anymore. But that's only a bad thing for anyone who tries to prey upon me. I will only pity their twitching because that's kind of annoying to watch.

        4 years ago
      • David Alan Parsons

        Wow Angie. I am truly touched. You really have a wonderful poise poetically. The last line really gets to me. I missed the memorial, but this poem kind of helps to make up for it. I have to have a moment now.

        4 years ago

  • April Showers Bring May Flowers

    Current mood:frisky

     




    Here is my stalker's call sign:



    ♪♥♫ Cassandra ٩(̾●̮̮̃̾•…
     




    I have a stalker.  It's a girl whose husband
    cannot handle the fact that he blew it in a
    musiacal way with my fellow musician Dave, and
     now, all there is left to do for him is to
    sic his disabled wife on me just because I am
    Dave's manager.  At first I was shocked, but
    once Dave explained the full story to me; Let's
     just say tnat I was relieved.  I was going to
    get down with some thumping since I can, but
    then  I was informed that this stalker was
    mangled in a lawnmower accident as a child
    and really talks a lot of shit to make up for
    her physical disadvantage.  Dave helped me
    center to that special place of understanding
    and grace which I should be at.  I would have
    felt awful  if I had to handle it the way I
    was going to handle it.  I mean, I would have
    felt very badly if I dealt with this.  She has
    kids, and a disability, and her husband is clearly
    mentally ill.  Otherwise he wouldn't keep making
    these attempts to use his wife for his dirty work; 
    Now would he?  I am placing these messages and
    replies in reverse Chronological order so that
    the read goes smoothly.  So, the first messages
    I recieved will be the first read.
    It's really wierd inheriting someone elses stalker.
    I sure hope Dave never screwed her.  'Cause then,
    She'll never go away.  I know Dave didn't do that.
    He does get accused of screwing chicks alot, but
    in reality he is not very slutty.  Usually.  LOL



    The Blurb



    This week I was in tears because I was harassed
     by one of Dave's stalkers.  I know.  I know. 
    It comes with the territory since I am Dave's
    rep.  But I am human and I am affected by this. 
    So I cried.  However, I feel that these were the
    tears of strenghth.  I am mustering up the energy
    to deal with another day of my regular business.
     This person did have me pretty riled up.  I
    nearly made a blog about it, but I then thought.
      No one would even read the blog unless I did a
    blurb first, and here is the blurb apparently. 
    I will only need to make the blog if this
    horribly ill mannered person provokes me online
    again.  Fair warning has been said, so I should
    proceed to decide what this potential blog would
    entail.  I think a pic of this chick would work,
    but then I would also have to secure and post a
    picture of her vampire boyfriend/husband/whipping
    boy/lacky/significant other to make it ring true. 
    If I can't get a pic with both of them (which
    really would be a treat), then I will have to
    just use the pic in her privately set profile. 
    Unless I can find a pic on recoil.com maybe. 
    The stare in the pic available should be
    adequate.  I could (If I'm feeling like a
    complete asshole), then list her URL and Call
    Sigh handle.  It really doesn't do any good for
    anything since she's set her profile to private,
    but I've seen the LYTS and Contest chicks do this
     and it really appears to be a really heinous
    thing to do to bug out my cyberproblem.  I could
    also possibly just list her on a thousand whore
    trains and friend adder things, and maybe get her
    linked by twenty thousand bands.  That would be
    unfair for me to do since that is almost like a
    spam thing or something.  So she's lucky that I
    will probably spare her that misery.  In
    actuality;  I have to really assess this with my
    sister when she get's back in town this week. 
    She says that it's probably just a bunch of
    sunshine being blown and is likely nothing,
    unless they try to actually acost Dave this
    week.  That would mean that Dave's stalker(s)
    spent time planning some kind of confrontation
    ahead of time, and Integra also stated that the
    window for that is usually within two weeks of
    the original freak mail in the series of postings,
    So, if this week goes smoothly, then they are not
    nescessarily a big problem.  If they do any kind
    of physical approach this week, then we may
    actually have a security issue.  This just means
    we'd be there keeping an eye on Dave when he's
    public.  It may affect one of his upcoming shows. 
    It's just standard stuff in the world of music. 
    The protocol of our business of music production
    anticipates such things with a variety of
    contingency plans.  We like for Dave to have as
    close to a normal day as is possible.  As nearly
    impossible as this sounds; we do a very adequate
    job of this usually.  It takes way more effort
    than one may think.  Dave has blocked this
    stalking couple several times in the past
    electronically.  I suppose that is why they came
    my way to make me the one to deliver their
    diabolical messages to Dave.  I really feel that
    this is going the extra mile, but Dave keeps me
    around because I will do whatever is needed.  I
    am not the greatest manager of music out there,
    but I am good at what I do.  Our team at
    Connectivista Studios II is very dedicated to what
    we do as well.  We are honing song materials the
    way it should be, and we also do much collaboration
    here.  So for now, I hope this blurb is the end of
    Dave's recent haunting by stalkers of long ago.  I
    don't want to have to blog about it..............
    .....Or Do I............




    Feb 3 2009




    You don't even exist cyber bot bitch. Gnome you
    are a sick sick fuck. Dream on....., you
    couldn't have a girl like this cyber bitch
    in your wildest pot induced dreams. Why do
    you take pictures of your computer screen
    and pretend like its your girlfriend? haha
    What a loser. I'm still getting laid for
    you Wrong Gnome.
     




    My Reply



    I am very real, and I can hit the spam
    button or the block button with my very
    real fingers. I believe that this is just
    one more harrassment in a series by you and
    your vampire husband. Hmmmmmm.............
    . I have a lawyer. Or I could just file a
    complaint with Microsoft and end your
    computer access for about a year or two.
    But I am going to have to let Dave know you
    approached me just like that other bad
    person Gabe Rivera (whom I already blocked).
     I think you should go to Wikipedia and
    look up what a No Contact Order is. It's a
    legal term meaning that you will be listed
    as the stalker you are. Publicly. It won't
    just be something silly like your offensive
     mail.



    Feb 4 2009



    If you are real show a REAL picture of yourself.
    Come over and have a nice cup of tea and some
    pie. You are just all talk and if you are "real"
    and hanging out with WrongGnome you definitively
    don't look like the girl in your profile. Why
    would anyone hang out with the decay of
    mid-western society? If Gabe called you on your
    idiocy, right on for him. Nobody uses microsoft
    over here so good luck little miss imaginary
    hacker. I'm not stalking you anyways, just
    calling them like I see em. You were never
    threatened. Try some shit and I'll get your
    silly little Gnome put back in jail where he
    belongs. He is a drug dealer. But wait you are
    G-NOME!!! You have no proof that you are a real
    girl.



    My Reply



    Why are you sending me hate mail aimed at
    Dave. Oh yeah...I remember. He already
     blocked you. You really need to stop
    harassing me. I am asking very politely at
    this point. And I do not need to stoop to
    name calling as you have been doing. It is
    just so beneath my station in life.
    I suppose I will relay this post to Dave.
    His call as to if we will even bother
    dealing with this issue. We are way too busy
    to really even read your letters right now.
    But I'll pencil your correspondence in.



    Feb 4 2009



    I feel so sorry for you, petty Parsons. I
    really feel sorry for your sweet children.
     Don't you even miss them? How can you go
    through life like the vagabond that you are
    not even attempting to better yourself?
    It's so sad to see you picking up used cig
    butts so you can get your nicotine fix.
    Why is it more important for you to chase
    your wanna-be rock star pipe dreams than to
    be in your kid's lifes? Why don't you try
    getting a real job and stop being a figment
    of your own imagination? All Mark ever did
    was lend you money and try to help you. He
    never wanted to join your band. You never
    even played when he wanted you to cause you
    are too pussy. I think you are jealous of
    his lust for life and actual ambition. You
    always have been. I still don't understand
    why you resent us. We never did anything to
    hurt you. You can dish out insults but
    cannot take them. Please stop acting like
    you own this town. I was born and raised
    here and if I want to stop by a coffee shop
    that you claim to own then I will. You can
    pack up your bag bike and hike it to hell.



    My Reply



    Look.  I really do not wish to deal with this
    sort of harassment.  I also can't be rude to you,
    because of my devotion to Catholocism, My saviour,
    Mother Mary,  You know.  I found out after the
    fact thet you are a disabled person.  This took
    me aback.  I didn't realize that I was having a
    running argumrent with someone who had suffered
    severe physical trauma as a child.  This makes
    it where I cannot be mean.  It wouldn't bee fair.
     This plays havoc with my moral fiber as a
    christian.  So.  All I can say in answer to your
    recent posting to me is that I am praying very
    hard for your soul with all of my love for Jesus.
     I hope that you eventually can become a better
    person, and It is clearly not my place to make
    short work of you as I had envisioned when I
    realized that you and your husband were
    aggressively trying to get to Dave.  He is the
    most important artist I work with, and he is
    the priority with my business and with my family.
     You and your husband remain a security issue
    with myself, and any musical project Dave is
    involved in.  The two of you ruined the day for
    Dave, and it is "Stalking" when you drive up
    behind someone who is clearly attempting to
    avoid you, and scream out the name of someone
    who you haven't met.  Myself, that is.  This
    is what makes me uncomfortable.  I am a very
    private person who wishes for my laundry to not
    be aired publicly.  The last thing I need is for
    someone to approach me in a store with an angry
    tone.  Or in public in general.  Fortunately,
    when you followed Dave in that alley, my sister
    and I were not present. We all three have legal
     representation.  We are in the position to
    levee a no contact order if we so desire because
    our legal advice was that what you did that day
    and even with this banter online is a form of
    provocation.  You can look it up or talk to
    anyone who understands legal matters, and you
    will find that what I just stated is completely
    correct.  I will be very mellow for the moment,
    but any form of physical approach by either you
    or your husband will likely cause me to lose my
    cool.  We cannot risk any potential problems,
    and we definitely cannot stress David. 
    He simply will never play music with your husband.
    It's not a matter of whether or not someone is
    talented.  Trustworthyness is as important to
    Dave in who he chooses to work with musically.
     If you think about it, ask yourself if either you
    or Mark have ever been nice to anyone. 
    Pushyness really goes nowhere fast.
    I will very likely not respond to any more of
     your messages at this point.
    All of us concerned with this issue will just
    hit the block buttons collectively if we continue
    to recieve posts by you or anyone associated
    with you.  So.  Enjoy your influence in the
    Bloomington Scene, since you fancy yourself some
    kind of Park Queen Pin.  The Avenue is as lifeless
    as Mark's creativity.  Go ahead and symbiotically 
    leech the energy on the Avenue.  I have no concern
    for that.  Just keep your distance from Dave.
    I am not asking this as a request BTW.  I rep Dave
     because he has earned it with hard work.
    I have far greater pull than the Bloomington area.
    I am not very impressed with yout approach online
    and otherwise.  I also feel that if you send in
    some kind of complaint or online report as you
    stated, that they pull every piece of data from
    everyone involved and analyze all of it. 
    I know that anything in our database will come up
    legit, and whatever is in your hard drive may be
    questionable at best.  The one thing you and your
    husband do not need right now is that kind of
    scrutiny.  You would only be bringing misery
    upon yourselves, and this is not a game.
    And I am being as kind as I possibly can only
    due to your disability.  I know that such a tragic
    situation probably causes you to expect too much
    of others.  So I am trying the path of forgiveness;
    generally speaking.  I am not trying to go to war
    over this matter.  Keep this in mind.
    Thank you for your time.



    2 12 2009



    I am not the stalker, you are.
    Body:
    Just get off it man. Stop this role playing
    nonsense. Like I said I will go anywhere in
    my community that I damn well please. We didn't
    even get close enough to make eye contact or
    smell your nasty stench. No one is stalking you.
    You only wish someone were stalking you. You're
    the one that wants to take our pictures and try
    to pull some shit because you think you are
     oh-so-computer-savvy. If you try any of that
    I will report you to myspace and have your page
    shut down. You must be really bored and alone.
    You don't even have a reason to dislike me.
    Jealously is a bad disease. You should get it
    checked out. And you really shouldn't mess with
    me. Just saying. I have so many more connections
    in this town than you could ever dream. Snap out
    of your fantasy world and get a job and start
    giving your kids some money and love. By the
    way, the only thing my vampire sucks is grade
    A pussy. We work as a team because we are in
    love and always have been and our kids come
    first, always! Don't envy that.
    Tutty fucking fruity regards!



    Then these were dated February 12th but I didn't
    dneck my mail until the 15th.  I didn't reply to
    them, and I probably will not reply to them. 
    I'll just add them to this blog as they post at
    this point.  And then she changed her MySpace
    profile pic to where it's one with her and
    Steven Tyler (Whom she probably also stalks),
    to show her "Connections".  LOL  It looks like
    one of those pics where some lucky whore gets
    backstage and blows the rock star and then she
    just has to have a pic to show her friends and
    then the rock star complies with a cheesy pic
    with the girl who he won't remember even if the
    blow job was a "Good One".  LOL  It's a stock
    and trade shot unless she just superimposed her
    image into the pic with Adobe Photoshop.  But I
    do believe she actually did meet Steven Tyler.



    Feb 12 2009



    I will believe that you are Dave until you can
    prove otherwise. First off, "Angelique" has no
    personality of her own. I've compared your
    typing and it's the same. A 21 year old
    (divorced, lol) girl would not use the type of
    hate slang only you can muster. And a person who
    barely knows me wouldn't know any of the stuff
    about me that you are referring to or even know
    how to insult me. Plus the edited pictures on
    your page are identical to "Dave's" pictures.
    Your profiles are both made in a really shitty
    manner. The so-called pictures of "Angie" do
    not match up. Nice try though. If just us
    driving by you ruined your day than you must
    have a pretty weak psyche. You should get that
    checked out. Why don't you make a myspace page
    for your personal psychiatrist? I'll make this
    known to you again and I'll type it loud and
    clear this time. I WILL GO ANYWHERE IN MY
    COMMUNITY THAT I PLEASE. If you happen to be
    there you can leave like always. You really
    have no reason to have ill will towards me in
    the first place. Bloomington has seen enough of
    you. Why don't you move on and stop bumming
    around? Remember that I am physically disabled,
    not mentally and I can spot a creep when I see
    one. For the record I am not a "parky" and never
    was. I am a Mommy full time. I spend the majority
     of my time with my kids and yes, we love getting
     books from the library. I'm not going to avoid
    going to the most interesting part of the city
    just because you are there. I ALWAYS see you
    downtown and I don't go down there often.
    Remember, you live on the streets and sleep from
    couch to couch, not me. Mark has no desire to
    play with you. What a joke. If you want to view
    my hard drive, be my guest. It's full of sweet
    pictures of my BEAUTIFUL children. Might pull
    your heart strings a bit much though.




    Feb 12 2009



    I'll let Steven know about your music ok?
    hahahaha






    Feb 12 2009



    :
    Who's got the connections now fool?
    Body:
    ......
    That's what I thought, playa.



    This is obviously in reference to her pic of her and
    Steven Tyler.  I suppose he'll like this blog when
    he runs into it.  The most psychologically odd
    thing about this series of letters(God I wish this
    was just chain mail), is that this Cassandra person
    is addressing Dave and not me.  I would respond maybe
    if she addressed me.  She seems so keen on talking to
    Dave though.  She can't because she got blocked.
    Her husband also used her mail to contact Dave.
     That is really why she was originally blocked. 
    Her husband also messaged Dave's personal email. 
    The one he talks to his mom on.  I think Dave
    did a block and spam combination there.  He got
    that email from some other dink who used to do
    music with Dave, although that person didn't
    come foward about it because they were too busy
    selling Dave's JS-100 Ibanez Joe Satriani guitar
    with the Floyd Rose fine tunings and lock downs.
    I will not even mention what he sold that guitar
    for, but I bet most people would be right on the
    first guess.  Dave is still unhappy about the
    guitar.  The guitar case it rested in was worth
    over three hundred dollars.  I definitely will
    personally prevent these folks from involving
    themselves with my musicians.  Especially those
    who have completely used Dave over the years.
    The reason Dave is getting work done at all is
    because we have insisted on closed sessions here
    at our little microstudio.  As far as problems
    go; This Cassandra is merely doing the bidding
    of others who have really duped her.  The "Inner
    Circle" of Bloomington apparently.  Most of them
    are not very spiritual, and probably will never
    become spiritual.  My sister Integra and I, on
    the other hand, are.  And we love Dave and his work.
    And we will do anything within reason to insure
    that Dave does get somewhere in the music industry.
    The past decade or so has been a great learning
    experience for Dave.  He has certainly made it
    past the pitfalls very well.  The obstacles don't
    affect him any longer.



    This little stalker incident really is minor in
    the scheme of things.  I suppose I'll add any
    new messages she sends just to keep this blog
    interesting.  Personally, I have no animosity
    toward her.  Just some pity if anything.





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      • Angelique Dailey

        Thanks for the support Dave. By the way. Integra said it would all happen in a two week window. She does know what she's talking about. She's always right, and it's not just her having a vibe about things. She has studied many years to be as good as she is at what she does. It's scary sometimes, and I'm her sister. It's far beyond like if she was just psychic or something. Anyway. Tonight we're doing some classic pieces to break up the pace. So, it looks like we're doing some kind of chamber music this evening. Hope you can ride down here even if it's brief. And Me and Teg are just going to do a forum here as well. We have them everywhere. LOL. I think we accidentally forumed on your profile again.
        LOL

        4 years ago
      • David Alan Parsons

        Wow Angie. You always were very thourough. I believe that there is enough detail here to show that you in fact were the one getting harassed. Thanks for relaying the vicarious mail to me BTW. Looks like we only have to worry about Chat action at this point. Oh....And the potential physical attack which may ensue due to your blog. I think that this is really the best way to handle it. You were right about one thing. Her husband Mark didn't "Lend" me money or "Help" me in any way. He did damage some of my guitars. He also is very annoying. I just don't see why Cassandra has been so mean to you. Oh...I remember now. It's because you are pretty, and you are trustworthy. And you play music so well. Unlike my stalker couple.
        LOL

        4 years ago
      • Connectivista Studios II

        Wow Angie. Great detail and insight. I'll run it on Connectivista for Dave's benefit. She actually thought that the pic of her and Steven Tyler would give her leverage. I wonder what Liv thinks. I'll give her a quick call LOL.


        Your sister Integra

        4 years ago

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