Just finished in 2022. Even has two submarines for guests. Upward bound St Lawrence, April 28, 2022.
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|This cheered me up - I have not seen Harnoy since the Guelph Spring Festival of 1983!|
|Ofra Harnoy, Cello, Mike Herriott, brass and piano and Jeanie Chung, piano, after their first live concert since the pandemic.|
Still sad about my friend Krystal Watanabe who just died. After her son Hitoshi died of SIDS, she wrote about seeing beautiful snow on birch trees and being sad he could never see it. I thought the same thing about her yesterday when I looked at a double rainbow that stretched across the sky. She never even made it to 40. I can look at books on my shelf that I bought longer back than she was alive. Even this blog has entries dated older than her. When she was on the bus to Minnesota a few days ago I played her the theme to the Mary Tyler Moore Show that has Moore moving to Minneapolis and ends with the line "You're going to make it after all". She knew a ton of TV trivia and told me that the original version used in the first season went "You might just make it after all." The less hopeful version was true for her. She died alone in a motel room after the promise of a place to live had fallen though, with everything she had in a carryon suitcase that I'd bought her for the move. My poor girl. I'm glad I told you I loved you the last time we spoke.
She said she wanted to be remembered, and she "hated the obituary for my mother. It told you nothing about who she really was." Krystal had given me tons of information about herself, even old newspaper clippings, legal documents and medical reports that I never asked her for and that I otherwise couldn't have found, and I think she recruited me to write her story like she did the writers on her horror site twenty-two years earlier. She showed me everything about herself - one day it would be photos of her baby, the next her screaming at her husband about how she had to climb the stairs in great pain when she was pregnant that he was walking away from her on, and videos of her cheating on her husband and doing BDSM. Even Google Streetview images of her high school and her old home on "Foxhollow Way" in Roseville, the sort of name that evokes 'Merrie Olde Englande' that property developers in California liked.
"I wanna hear laughter when I die...tell stories about me, I don't care how dirty they are...from hell I'd be looking up and saying "fuck you guys, you're doing me a disservice if you're not telling some dirty stories about me." She said she did that when she eulogized her mom and "I dropped a very pronounced F-bomb in the church." She published articles about accidently walking in on her parents having sex and finding her mom's sex toy, and often told the story about being caught herself as a teen having sex in the play area of a local burger joint (No, not in the ball pit, although that was a frequent question). She and her boyfriend had ridden their bikes there from their homes and when the staff caught them they made their parents come pick them up. She squirted milk from her breasts sometimes just for a laugh. I was taken by surprise by one sex video she started showing me which had a white skinned goddess planting her golden brown bush which grew like an exclamation point on top of a guy lying in bed when I suddenly realized it was her! And she recounted jerking off her husband under a blanket when they were returning from Japan. "He was helpless!"
Her name was legally Krystal Lee Watanabe, but she started out Krystal Hanson, then Krampits, which she started writing 'Krampitz' to be more German (She said her family was from Stuttgart), Krystal Lake and WhoGirl online, and Krystal Malone. From the beginning she was a child of the mass culture age. Her single mom had given her the name Krystal, which came from a soap opera character, Krystle Carrington, played by Linda Evans on Dynasty, the prime time soap opera about two rich families, that aired in the 1980s. She used the name Blaize Carrington, with Who drummer Keith Moon as an avatar, as a sock puppet account on Facebook.
She didn't think she would live that long - she smoked a lot, she'd already had a heart attack when she gave birth, her liver function was seriously impaired by the painkillers and both her parents were already dead. Her father had his first heart attack at 39, and she said she used to go into his room every morning expecting him to be gone. She also had migraines, was deaf in one ear (from all the rock concerts, she said), and couldn't walk very far due to her chronic pain. She showed me her resting heartrate on her Apple watch just before she died. It was 100!
I had written some obituary/news pieces for the Toronto Star, but this is something I hoped I wouldn't have to write.
She was brilliant and funny, with such a quick wit, but there was a strange sort of innocence between us. We liked each other somehow, even though we seemed so different, but I could see something of myself in her, like the way she obsessed over love. She waxed lyrical when speaking, describing a deer running past her in the woods that were next to her suburban home near Detroit "It was exhilarating to be in nature, to feel the chaos". She threw the deer overripe fruit from her balcony and they grew to be unafraid of her.
I friended her because she was bright and had a Japanese name, as I'd been learning Japanese. I thought she was Japanese-American for a long time and the avatar she used of an elegant woman with long reddish-brown hair was something she'd found on the web, maybe an album cover:
A quarter of a century later she still did, and stood out in a thunderstorm in Arizona: https://www.facebook.com/Krystal.Watanabe/videos/214731753865065
|Bose Acoustic Wave II, Arbour Gallery|
She took this photo from this blog and used it as a model for her own painting and sent it to me. I realize the photo would have been taken when she was 10!
"Always look on the bright side of life" by Monty Python played at her funeral.