Category Archives: Spiritual

The Memory Motel

A trip down Memory Lane.

 

 

Meet Me In Montauk.

 

 

 

Eothen = At First Light.

In the 1970s Andy Warhol owned a property at Montauk, Long Island titled Eothen where he would entertain famous visitors.

From 1st Dibs.com :

‘Eothen, a Montauk estate on the easternmost tip of Long Island, was the summer home of artist Andy Warhol for nearly two decades. Warhol purchased the property in 1971 for $225,000 when Montauk was still considered an off-the-beaten-path destination for vacationing New Yorkers. The five clapboard cottages which comprise Eothen — ancient Greek for “at first light” — are simple, humble beachfront structures. Built in the early 1930s for the heirs to the Arm & Hammer fortune, the structures of Eothen neither resemble the Gilded Age grandeur popular at the time of their construction, nor do they share any aesthetic DNA with Warhol’s cutting-edge, foil-covered Manhattan Factory. But the familiar principle of “opposites attract” must have applied when the Pop Art trailblazer bought the property for use as a quaint coastal getaway.

Under Warhol’s tenure, Eothen served as a low-key escape for his famous friends to decamp, unwind and (of course) debauch. Year after year, one would find a who’s-who hanging out among the simple, whitewashed structures: Jackie Kennedy, Lee Radziwill, John Lennon, Halston, Liza Minnelli, Catherine Deneuve, Elizabeth Taylor and Keith Haring. It wouldn’t be uncommon to hear The Rolling Stones rehearsing cuts from “Black and Blue” amid the dunes, or spot Julian Schnabel painting broken bowls en plein air along the sand. The beachfront site of Eothen also inspired Warhol himself, most notably in his “Sunset” series.’

 

 

Eothen is also the name of my mother’s school which she attended in Caterham, England when she was a young girl. Founded by Miss Pye and her sister Miss Winifred.

 

 

 

One of the famous visitors to Eothen in Montauk were The Rolling Stones. And in Montauk, Jagger and Richards got the inspiration to write a song called ‘Memory Motel’ which was based around a bar known as the Memory Motel in Montauk.

 

 

And this is where I veer into familiar Merovee territory.

The Memory Motel was built by Frank and Marilyn Roys in 1951.

Click East.

 

 

And is currently owned by MV – Montauk Ventures.

‘Archival photos tell us that the Memory Motel was constructed in the late 1940s. Originally, it consisted of 19 rooms with an attached bar and cafe, according to Brian Kenny, managing director of Montauk Ventures, its current owner and operator. The man who built the motel was an adventurer named Frank G. Roys, captain of the Seaglamour charter boat, dock master of the Long Island Rail Road fishing pier, and a naval veteran decorated for his service in World Wars I and II. The memory in the motel’s name was in remembrance of his son, Bruce, who had drowned.’

 

And ‘Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind’ in Montauk.

Water holds Memory.

 

 

 

Just add water.

 

 

It’s a Flood.

 

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Wings

Firstly, Happy Birthday to MJ for 15th February.

 

 

It gives you Wings.

Angel Wings from Rain in Kazakhstan.

 

 

And in Reigate.

 

 

And ‘Don’t be Scared’. Thank you Jen. Very kind !

The Duchess of Corn Wall.

 

 

And The Wall. In her next article on Blade and Chalice, MJ will be including a pic that speaks of The Wall and Time. I am assuming. And it still amazes me how people thousands of miles away can be thinking independently along similar lines.

Flat Earthers. ‘They’re in the Walls’.

2D Flatliners.

 

 

What is the Wall ?

From El Paso, Texas, two mirror political rallies with Trump and Beto O’Rourke. El Paso translates as The Passageway in English.

 

 

 

And from my travels – Walk In.

 

 

I keep on being told we have forgotten something.

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.

 

 

 

 

The Who We Are.

 

So It Goes

 

As the song says ‘Where it’s going no one knows’.

A special place in Hell for Brexiteers but Life is what happens to EU when You are making other plans. That’s Whit E 🙂 .

In Search of Uncurtainty.

 

 

 

 

As we came in. And off to see the Wizard.

Brexit leaves Britain naked. Leaving the You.

 

 

And further down the Yell Ow Brick Road, a few pics from my travels.

The Real Eye Tie.

 

 

You In Corporated.

 

 

And who’s a Cheeky Monkey ?

 

 

 

 

It gives you Wings.

 

 

So It Goes.

 

The State Of The Union

It’s the Freakiest Show.

 

 

It’s All White with the Democratic Women in Congress in the US.

 

 

The Running Joke – Zina Bash.

 

 

 

She’s Dirty and she’s All White.

Who’s better ? Julie Andrews or Emily Blunt ?

 

 

And the State of the Union address coincided with the start of the Chinese Year of the Pig.

C’Est Moi.

 

 

Everything’s All Right.

 

 

 

 

That’s the Way God Planned Me. And the Younion. We’re All White 🙂 .

And after finishing article, I went out to do shopping.

The Younion. ‘Hey You’.

A message from our Sponsor. It’s for Me but for You as well.

 

 

 

It’s the State of the Onion.

 

The Unforgiven

Press a few buttons and see what happens.

The Unforgiven.

Clint Eastwood and the Wild West.

 

 

Governor Ralph Northam from Virginia is ‘Unforgivable’ according to the Precedent.

Down South.

 

 

 

Historical Guilt.

I Wish I Was In Dick Sea Land.

 

 

BBC, UK – 1978.

The Black and White Minstrel Show.

 

 

And Al Jolson.

 

 

And more personally. Historical Guilt and Community Guardians.

It’s a Sin.

 

 

On Friday, I had a bit of a mad Francisco day. And part of it was Gone With The Wind.

‘Frankly, My Dear, I Don’t Give A Damn’.

I’ve always wanted to say that but it’s one of those things that occurs to me five minutes after it would have been a good riposte.

 

 

This followed from the San Francisco Pop Out Map.

 

 

 

 

 

The Universe keeps repeating the same point. A few points actually.

David Bowie and Hermione Frankel.

‘To The Girl With The Mousy Hair’.

 

 

 

 

It’s the Freakiest Show. He wasn’t joking.

 

Some One To Love

 

Life is excessively strange at present as per normal.

It’s the little things that keep me going.

Who are We ? What and Who Is Real etc ?

And Someone.

 

 

 

For Giveness is in our DNA.

 

 

Free Dom.

 

 

And I’ve been thinking about The Observer. Is ‘The Observer’ just a Dreamer and if that is correct why does the Observer dream of the possibility of the death of Schrödinger’s Cat ?

 

 

In short, one world is real and the other is not ?