Current mood:adventurousThe 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.
Current mood:accomplishedendeavor. It's just silly of me to dwell on thesubject, but I am really struggling in my heart ofhearts with this dilemna. It is a matter of theheart, and it is thus important to me. There issomething happening with me that seems to beutterly out of my hands; gnawing away at my mind,and unfortunately, sending my logic into a stormof sorts. No matter how I try; I can't get somethings out of my head when it comes to my dealingswith the most important artist I represent. It'squite wrong of me, but thinking is harmless unlessit manifests into action. And this is where Ihave 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 bestfriend I have ever had in my life. Well, with theexception of my sister Integra that is. And Imust work very closely with Dave in our businessof creating, developing, and perfecting ourmusical projects. I really honestly am muchcloser to him in many ways than I ever was to myformer husband, who had destroyed our blessedunion in marriage in one fell swoop at theinception of our wedding day. I think I'vealready mentioned this in a few places before.What I thought to be the beginning of my new lifedissolved so quickly just a few years ago. I wastotally shamed by my bad decision then. I becameuntrusting of nearly the entire male faction ofour human species. I suppose I chose so wronglyback then. You know; The right guy at the righttime who seemingly had everything going for himthat needed to be. Well, on my wedding day,during the reception; My former husband Michaelhad basically screwed my best female friend rightthere in the coat room. And I unfortunately wasshocked to be the one to catch him in the act.So, it would have been only less hurtful only if Ihad received the information second hand. Thetears and sorrow to follow were the mostunbearable of all tears and sorrows that a goodcatholic girl like myself could encounter. Istill hurt to this day. I still well up in tearsevery day. It still haunts me.My expectations ofa new life in holy matrimony were dashed in amatter of seconds. Maybe even less. I don't mindsharing the story. It hopefully will assistothers in preventing such mistakes. It just hurtsso badly when the love one feels goes away withsudden flight. I am really over all of that now.Fortunately, I had the great support of my sisterIntegra to guide me. She is so much strongerabout these things. She protected me in ways thatno other could. She was my angel of mercy come tomy aid. All that was left for me to trust in themale realm was Dave. A few years before, when Iwas a mere fifteen, and when Integra was about mycurrent age, Dave had met us in Indianapolis. Hewas losing his home due to economic trouble, andthe love of his life (who shall remanin unnamed tobe polite) had left his life. It was due to thecomplexities of the street life, and the horribleburden of his popularity. Well, anyway, my sisterand I nurtured and healed our new found friendwith our wonderful spirit: We actually were hisinspiration to do a sabbatacle in the honor of theloss of his truest love. He actually remained inhis state of grace for around a year and a half.It really took him about five years to get overthat woman. He let go, yes, but he still holdsher in the highest regard. He will never try torebuild that relationship, but he was so attatchedto that one. Integra and I did get to see her afew times from a distance. We saw what he meantwith our own eyes. She was so perfect for Dave inalmost every way. Whatever ended it wasavoidable, and it was really no fault of eitherDave or the woman. It's just how fate works, Iwould venture to guess, in the scheme of things.
So,in the same way that we helped Dave; hehelped me in my time of dissillusionment anddevoured heart. So we became very close. We knowthat no matter what, we can count on each other.It's a true mutual reliance we have. Yes, thelevel of trust is of the highest order. Anyway,back to my actual dilemna. About a year ago Istupidly made a play for Dave of an affectionatenature. I had everything planned well actually.I wore my wonderful dress (very classy) which Ihad purchased in Barcelona. When he arrived, Ihad an instrumental version of "Carmen" playing onmy stereo. I executed the vocals with perfection.I am a gifted mezzo soprano, so I must admit thatI have that special edge with voice which doesseem as if I am heaven sent when in song. Then Imade my move. SHameful of me actually. I reallyoffered myself to him in the kindest and mostloving way. But he resisted my advance. Heexplained that it was due to his heart beingcommitted to the new woman he had justencountered. He had really just met her, but hehad so fully fallen for her. This was what I wasafraid of. She had apparently captured his heartand soul in every way. In such a short period oftime. If I had tried to do this not a couple ofmonths before I did, then he would have embracedme in return, and he would still be holding meclose to this very day. I know this. I amcertain of it. Call it fate, call it bad timing,or what you will. At the moment I had finallyreadied myself, I did not consider that such acomplexity had arose. I was not upset about theevent not going my way however. I couldn't be madabout Dave's feelings for another. I have alwaysrespected him and his emotions. That's probablythe reason I had opened up to him in the way Idid. I acted out of a real lovingness and comfortwhich I always knew was in him. Plus, I must say;there has always been an underlying attractionthere. He is very fine in every way. Wesynchronize well. He is usually attentive to myevery need. Well......Most of my needs anyway.Plus, we do music together. Maybe that was whatwas happening with me at the time.
Well; the real problem is this. He immediatelyforgave me with no question. No hesitation thereon his part. And my present problem lies in thisone little detail that I had forgotten. I was soin the freaking moment that evening that I hadforgotten to appologize. I just realized recentlythat I never said "I'm Sorry" for my actions whenI got out of line. It's awful. I usually do soas soon as I make any kind of mistake. Nearlyalways. I really don't remember exactly how Ireacted. You know, I was actually experiencingthe only "Petit Mort" I have ever acheived. Atleast as far as I can tell. I don't have a greatframe of reference for that. But that's O.K.Really.
So, I am planning to make this up to Dave verysoon. I am going to probably create the rightenvironment to do my formal appology. I feel thatthis will relieve any chance of tension betweenus. This is really the only thing which couldaffect our working relationship with the musicproduction. It's important for us to maintain athorough level of proffesionalism here. This, yousee, is why we have so many good years togetherworking musically. I think I'll sing a few Irishor Scottish songs for him as my gift to him withmy appology. It will create a balance I think. Iknow that I must follow this situation up. Thesooner the better.
So. If you read this before I can personallytell you myself David. I am so very sorry for mymonumental mistake last year. Please forgive mealso for being human, and for reaching out to themost beautifulone I know. For I knew nothing elseto do at the time. I know how wrong I was inassuming that we were to entwine our bodies asone. It was more than a slight oversight. Ireally should have taken a completely differentapproach. I am truly sorry for tempting yourheart the way I did. Anything I can do to assuremy genuine meaning now will be done. And you knowthat you can count on me for anything.Unconditionally. Although, I do feel that thetension created then did help our music improve.And we have drawn even more stability in our linesof trust.
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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.
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.
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?
Feb 12 2009
Who's got the connections now fool?
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.