It’s Personal

Do you practice religion?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

My relationship with the Master is a personal one. I believe we must coexist with one another.

Afternoon Sky – 05282024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

It was such a gorgeous sky today. So, I played around in PS Express. This is what I came up with this evening

RDP Friday – 03152024

PHOTOGRAPHY – AI GENERATED ART

Here is my response to Ragtag Daily Prompt – Kindness

RDP – Tuesday – 05282024

Here’s my response for Ragtag Daily Prompt

Macro Monday – 05272024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

Taping a motorcycle fuel tank

Song Lyric Sunday – Whistling Dixie

TUNAGE – SLS

As a child, I had the hardest time learning to whistle. So, when I saw the theme for this week, I had a nice flashback to that time. Oh yeah, this week’s theme is songs with whistling in them. Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting every week. Here are two of my favorites in this category.

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” by B.J. Thomas

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head,” performed by B.J. Thomas, is a classic song that epitomizes the easygoing, optimistic spirit of late 1960s pop music. Written by the legendary songwriting duo Burt Bacharach and Hal David, the song was released in 1969 as part of the soundtrack for the film “Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid.”

The song’s light, breezy melody, accompanied by Thomas’s warm and soulful vocals, conveys a sense of resilience and cheerfulness despite life’s inevitable challenges. The lyrics, which speak of a carefree attitude in the face of adversity, perfectly complemented the film’s whimsical tone and became an instant hit.

“Raindrops Keep Fallin’ on My Head” topped the Billboard Hot 100 chart in January 1970 and won an Academy Award for Best Original Song. Its enduring popularity is a testament to its timeless appeal, capturing a universal sentiment of maintaining a positive outlook no matter what obstacles come one’s way. The song remains a beloved classic, frequently covered and featured in various media, bringing listeners a sense of joy and optimism worldwide.

Lyrics:

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
And just like the guy
Whose feet are too big for his bed

Nothin’ seems to fit
Those raindrops are fallin’
On my head, they keep fallin’

So, I just did me some talkin’ to the sun
And I said, I didn’t like
The way he got things done

Sleepin’ on the job
Those raindrops are fallin’
On my head, they keep fallin’

But there’s one thing I know
The blues they send
To meet me won’t defeat me (aah)
It won’t be long till
Happiness steps up to greet me

Raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean
My eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me ’cause
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free, nothin’s worryin’ me

It won’t be long till
Happiness steps up to greet me

A raindrops keep fallin’ on my head
But that doesn’t mean
My eyes will soon be turnin’ red
Cryin’s not for me ’cause
I’m never gonna stop the rain by complainin’
Because I’m free, nothin’s worryin’ me

Songwriters: Burt F. Bacharach, Hal David.


“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” by Paul Simon

“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” is a lively and infectious song by Paul Simon, released in 1972 on his self-titled solo album. Known for its upbeat tempo and catchy melody, the song showcases Simon’s distinctive storytelling and musical style, blending elements of folk, rock, and Latin rhythms.

The song narrates the adventures of the narrator and his friend Julio, who get into some unspecified trouble “down by the schoolyard.” The playful and somewhat mysterious lyrics have sparked much curiosity and speculation over the years about the nature of their mischief. Despite the ambiguity, the song’s joyful energy and whistling sections create a carefree and nostalgic atmosphere.

“Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard” became one of Simon’s early solo hits. It was celebrated for its unique blend of musical influences and whimsical yet relatable narrative. The song remains a favorite in Paul Simon’s extensive catalog, capturing the essence of youthful exuberance and the timeless appeal of friendship and misadventure.

Lyrics:

Mama pajama rolled out of bed, and she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
It’s against the law, it was against the law
Oh, what the mama saw, it was against the law

Mama looked down and spit on the ground
Every time my name gets mentioned
The papa say, “Oy, if I get that boy
I’m gonna stick him in the house of detention”

Well, I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m on my way
I’m takin’ my time, but I don’t know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Whoa, in a couple of days
They come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest come to get me released
We was all on the cover of Newsweek

And I’m on my way
I don’t know where I’m goin’, I’m on my way
I’m takin’ my time, but I don’t know where
Goodbye to Rosie, the Queen of Corona
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard
Seein’ me and Julio down by the schoolyard

Songwriters: Paul Simon.

Coping a Squat

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

Here is my response to Cee’s – CFFC – Indoor Seating challenge

In the Wee Hours – 05262024

PROSE – RANDOM THOUGHT

Sometimes, it seems like we addicts are trying to duplicate the euphoria from the first fix. It may not last more than a moment, but you never forget how it felt and desperately try to regain that feeling. Yet, we become lost in searching for something we were only supposed to experience once. Perhaps we meant to simply capture these moments and stitch them into a quilt of sanctuary our mothers used to make. Each square represents a euphoric memory.

However, it never seems to work out that way. We waste so much time chasing the dragon we eventually feel cheated. We wind up facing ultimatums concerning the things we have unintentionally neglected. We try to rally but end up a headline below the fold or caption scrolling across the bottom screen with the volume on mute.

Is this what has become my life?

Is this the madness I’ve created?

I have faith that my brothers will hold me up until I can stand on my own. The battle against my demons is real. I sit here in the churn of madness, thinking of everything I was supposed to be—a stranger to myself, a shadow of yesterday. On my soul is a tattoo of the ghost of who I used to be. Memories of yesterday fill the present with fear, and a map to nowhere will be upon my face.

Is this what become of my life?

In the madness I created

I pray to God to help me find my strength within.
I pray to God for the patience that day to begin.
I pray to God to help me find myself again.

Find me again

Whispers of the Dark – 05252024

PROSE – REFLECTION

I’ve seen evil. Hell, I’ve been evil. We are so intimate that we can be found slow dancing by candlelight to the melody of the whispering darkness. Can you hear it?

Justice

POETRY – INTROSPECTION

In this moment…
the righteous
simply
wait …

Transgressors
plea their
fate …

Black robed, white wigged beaks
decree…

Which is which

Shattering
Souls …

At the hammer’s fall

Echo…

JUSTICE!

Ode to My Addiction

POETRY – RANDOM THOUGHTS

Peering out from under the crevasses of my splintered psyche,
Still riding a euphoric high from about That Night,
Collaborative expressions have put my hypothalamus into overdrive.
My serotonin overflowing

Yeah… swaying to that lyrical grove, high on 1000cc of that poetic shit

Leaning back in my chair
Pulling up my sleeve,
Applying the tourniquet
Tap, tap, tap, and then rub

My vein is ready…

Opening my works, a quill and a hypodermic
I pull back the plunger slowly.
Their ink seeps in

Tap…Tap…tap…
No bubbles …

Just a quick push to fill in the gaps
A squirt, then a single drop oozes…
My mouth salivates in anticipation
So close; it won’t be long now

I feel the cold metal against my skin
A quick prick and a sharp pain,
Slowly, I push the plunger part of the way
The ink is warm as it travels through my bloodstream.

Shadows surround me
As my head spins,
A single drop of drool falls from my shuddering lips
Yes…I feel it in my leg now…

I shake from the chill.
The bathroom floor tile is so cold.
It is as if life is spilling out of me, but the floor is dry
My body feels empty and hollow, like my heart

If I am to live in loneliness
There is no need to live anymore

I push the plunger in a little further…

I am warmth from the sight of the glistening sweat that painted her body
I mimic her labored breathing
The rigidness of her bosom tells the tale
Her crossed legs and popping toes echo the sentiment.

Her body trembles though she cannot see me
But her quivering whimpers
Her flow of nectar
Confirms that I am near

She swallows hard and then gasps.
As I whisper the words she needs,

I push the plunger to the hilt…

Standing in front of a mirror
I wonder who it is before me
Baffled, for I am submerged in silence
Closing my eyes for a moment

Only to open to an image that hasn’t changed
A single tear falls from my swollen eyes
Realizing I didn’t recognize myself,
Knowing I have stripped away my identity,

The single tear is now a stream.
Through my sadness, I find the courage to breathe my name.

Mangus Khan

The Legendary Redd Foxx: A Pioneer of Comedy

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

Redd Foxx, born John Elroy Sanford on December 9, 1922, in St. Louis, Missouri, was a trailblazing comedian whose influence on American comedy remains unparalleled. Known for his quick wit, distinctive voice, and unapologetically bold humor, Foxx broke barriers and paved the way for future generations of comedians.

Early Life and Career Beginnings

Redd Foxx’s journey to stardom was anything but straightforward. He grew up in poverty, and his early years were marked by hardship and struggle. However, his natural talent for making people laugh became evident early on. He moved to Chicago in the 1940s and began performing in local nightclubs. During this time, he adopted the stage name Redd Foxx, a combination of his nickname “Redd” due to his complexion and admiration for the great baseball player Jimmie Foxx.

The Rise to Fame

Foxx’s big break came in the 1950s when he began recording a series of “party records.” These were risqué, adult-themed comedy albums that were sold under the counter due to their explicit content. Despite—or perhaps because of—their controversial nature, these records gained immense popularity. They showcased Foxx’s raw comedic talent and fearless approach to humor, earning him a dedicated following.

“Sanford and Son”: A Cultural Phenomenon

In 1972, Foxx’s career skyrocketed with the debut of “Sanford and Son,” a sitcom that would cement his status as a comedy legend. The show, produced by Norman Lear, featured Foxx as Fred G. Sanford, a cantankerous junk dealer with a sharp tongue and a heart of gold. “Sanford and Son” was groundbreaking in portraying African American life, blending humor with social commentary.

Redd Foxx with his older brother Fred G. Sanford Jr.

Most of Redd Foxx fans are unaware that his brother’s real name is Fred G. Sanford. Now wonderfully Redd Foxx made sure that the executives for the hit television show Sanford and Son allowed him to name his character so that he could honor the memory of his brother, Fred, who’d died five years before the show premiered.

Legacy and Impact

Redd Foxx’s impact on comedy and popular culture is profound. He was a pioneer in addressing issues of race and social justice through humor, using his platform to challenge stereotypes and advocate for equality. His style of comedy, characterized by its boldness and honesty, influenced countless comedians, including Richard Pryor, Eddie Murphy, and Chris Rock.

Foxx’s contributions to comedy were recognized with numerous accolades, including an induction into the NAACP Image Awards Hall of Fame. Beyond his professional achievements, he was known for his generosity and willingness to mentor young comedians.

Personal Life and Challenges

Despite his professional success, Foxx’s personal life was marked by financial difficulties and legal troubles. He was known for his lavish lifestyle and generosity, often giving money to friends and family. These habits, coupled with poor financial management, led to several bankruptcies. Yet, through it all, Foxx remained a beloved figure, admired for his resilience and indomitable spirit.

Conclusion

Redd Foxx’s legacy is one of groundbreaking achievements and enduring influence. His fearless approach to comedy and ability to find humor in the most challenging circumstances made him a beloved figure in American culture. As we look back on his life and career, we celebrate Redd Foxx not only as a pioneer of comedy but as a trailblazer who opened doors for future generations of performers. His humor, honesty, and humanity continues to inspire and entertain audiences worldwide.

Random Thought – 05242024

My health has improved, but my writing is struggling for some reason. Just give me a moment. I will come up with something. It may not be my best work, but it will probably do in a pinch. My cat keeps finding new places to nap. I admit I’m jealous because she can plop her butt anywhere and sleep. I’ve been considered a large fellow, so my plopping is limited. This meme sums up my feelings about my writing as of late.

All that Remains

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

For a long time, I fought for humor, integrity, and truth. I was steadfast in my duty. Then, for a moment, I fought for glory. This was the moment of corruption.

How can this be?

After years of devotion, it only takes a moment to lose everything. Corruption festers, chipping away at who you are.

So today, with each breath, I fight to protect what is most dear …

All that remains of my soul.

There have been many …

What sacrifices have you made in life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

We all make sacrifices. It’s just a fact of life. Some make more than others, but we all make them. There is one sacrifice that stands out more than others: the moment I sacrificed my innocence. I didn’t know what was happening, but now I understand completely. Now, I mourn the loss of the bliss of ignorance.

Late Night Grooves #69

Tonight on LNG, we are travelling to the 90’s to play a perhaps forgotten band with a powerful and unique sound. I didn’t get turned on them until many years after their emergence. I was immediately pissed, because I felt like I missed a movement. Yeah, I have those moments where I believe something ridiculous. Join me for a little K’s Choice.

But, Of Course

Daily writing prompt
Do you have any collections?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I have several collections of various things that captured my interest over the years. I could go on about my book, music, or my hard drives filled with unsorted data to be used at some unspecified time. No data is bad data. However, I have a collection that may be a tad unusual. To the point of interesting in a peculiar way.

Unintentionally, I began to collect unused journals. There are of various sizes and types. This collection started by accident. One of those collections that just appear, and you don’t realize you started until you do.

If you ask me there something with each of these journals. Either it’s the binding, the paper, the size, or a combination of everything. I’ve actually found a few of these journals that could work in a pinch, but they didn’t work with my pen rotation. Now, I when hear a writer begin discussing pen and paper combinations, they have a became a pretentious dick. I’m fully aware that I fit this category. I’m okay with it. I’ve even this excuse for not writing. Yep, I’m that guy.

However, because of my oddity, I learned how to make own journals. Just when you think it can’t get any worse. I can’t write on anything lighter than 24lbs paper. Don’t let me get started on the proper pen rotation. We don’t have enough time for the rant that ensue from my dissatisfaction of inferior writing instruments of today. I find myself pondering with the following query “why?”

Enough of that, I have another collection I’d like to share this evening. I’ve been painstakingly assembling for decades. It’s my annuals of “Weak Ass Excuses for not Writing.” I assure you it is quite impressive. There are several volumes of horseshit. I thump through from time to time for giggles.

Acceptance

What’s one small improvement you can make in your life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I suppose when you reach a certain age, you wonder about trying to make a change or improvement—old dogs and alike. Yet, hopefully, with that age comes a bit of wisdom. I know for years I’ve banged my head against the wall for various reasons, all of them valid at the time. However, looking back, I struggle to find the logic. Over the years, I discovered the simplest strategy.

I need to accept that I cannot control everything. Some life events have nothing to do with me or my actions. Yes, I realize I sound a bit like a narcissist; however, this is not my intent. I’m trying to have an honest moment with myself. Can you at least wait until I finish to call horseshit? Seriously, I’m doing my level best to make a change.

I guess we see how it goes …

Wordless Wednesday – 05222024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Yes, Indeed

Have you ever broken a bone?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

There are a few days when phantom pain causes me to wince. I know it’s from my earlier escapades. I never just broke a bone, I shattered them. Maybe, I should have sat down and lived a normal life? Fuck that

The Right to Vote

Do you vote in political elections?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

As child, I watched the elders of my community banned together and brave the elements for their chance to be heard. I remember the rumbling of the younger generations about elections being rigged and didn’t matter if they voted or not. The elders wouldn’t hear this foolishness. We have sacrificed so much for this right. How dare you belittle our efforts. This stance changed the minds of some, but others continued in protest. However, they did so silently, because no one wanted to incur the wrath of the elders. I listened to stories of separate bathrooms and drinking fountains. They were hard to believe because it was so different from the world I knew. Unfortunately, the injustice remained vigilant. The methods changed, but the theme remained the same. So, I couldn’t wait to do my part. For years, I waited for my chance to vote. I participated in the voting process in all the school elections. I felt it was civic duty to make a choice. Although I had pledged my devotion to the process, I didn’t really understand why the elders were so committed. So, I looked into it at my grandmother’s request. She never wanted us to do something just because everyone else did it. One of her frequent sayings “If someone jumped off a bridge, you gonna jump too?” “You have the right to do whatever you want, but understand what hell you’re doing. Don’t be a dumbass.” As my research continued, I quickly discovered that the level of injustice ran deeper than I initially thought. Now, I vote at most opportunities. I know this wouldn’t be good enough for the elders, but their legacy is intact. I provided a brief overview of the injustice concerning the right to vote.

The Right to Vote: A Cornerstone of Democracy

The right to vote is often hailed as one of the most fundamental aspects of a democratic society. It is the mechanism through which citizens exercise their sovereignty, choose leaders, and shape the laws that govern them. This right, however, has not always been universally accessible. Its evolution has been marked by struggle, activism, and significant legal reforms. Today, as we strive for more inclusive and fair electoral systems, it is crucial to reflect on the history, importance, and contemporary challenges associated with the right to vote.

Historical Evolution of the Right to Vote

The journey toward universal suffrage has been long and arduous. In the early days of democracy, voting rights were typically restricted to a privileged few. In ancient Athens, often cited as the cradle of democracy, only male citizens with property could vote. Women, slaves, and non-property owners were excluded. Similarly, in the early years of the United States, voting was predominantly a right reserved for white, land-owning men.

The first significant wave of expansion in voting rights came in the 19th century with the abolition of property requirements. This change was driven by a growing belief in the principle that all men, regardless of wealth, should have a say in governance. The 15th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution, ratified in 1870, marked another crucial milestone by prohibiting denying the right to vote based on race, color, or previous condition of servitude. Despite this amendment, African Americans, particularly in the Southern states, faced discriminatory practices like literacy tests, poll taxes, and violent intimidation aimed at disenfranchising them.

Women’s suffrage was another significant battle in the history of voting rights. The movement gained momentum in the late 19th and early 20th centuries, culminating in the ratification of the 19th Amendment to the U.S. Constitution in 1920, which granted women the right to vote. This victory was a pivotal moment in the fight for gender equality and marked the beginning of a broader struggle for women’s rights.

In the mid-20th century, the civil rights movement brought renewed focus to the disenfranchisement of African Americans. The Civil Rights Act of 1964 and the Voting Rights Act of 1965 were landmark pieces of legislation that sought to eliminate racial discrimination in voting. These laws prohibited practices like literacy tests and provided federal oversight of voter registration in areas with a history of discriminatory practices.

The Importance of Voting

Voting is more than just a right; it is a powerful tool for enacting change and holding governments accountable. Through the ballot, citizens can influence policy decisions on issues ranging from healthcare and education to climate change and social justice. It is a means of expressing consent and dissent, giving voice to diverse perspectives within a society.

Moreover, voting is a critical component of political legitimacy. Governments derive their authority from the consent of the governed, and regular, free, and fair elections are the primary mechanism through which this consent is gauged. When citizens participate in elections, they validate the democratic process and reinforce the principle that political power is derived from the will of the people.

Voting also plays a vital role in promoting social cohesion and civic engagement. It encourages individuals to become informed about political issues, candidates, and policies. This engagement fosters a more educated and active citizenry, which is essential for the health and vibrancy of a democracy.

Contemporary Challenges

Despite the progress made over the centuries, the right to vote faces numerous challenges in the contemporary era. Voter suppression, electoral fraud, gerrymandering, and disenfranchisement of marginalized groups are issues that continue to undermine the integrity of democratic systems.

  1. Voter Suppression:
    Voter suppression refers to tactics aimed at discouraging or preventing certain groups of people from voting. These tactics can include strict voter ID laws, purging of voter rolls, limited polling places in certain areas, and misinformation campaigns. Such practices disproportionately affect minority communities, the elderly, and low-income individuals, thereby perpetuating social inequalities.
  2. Electoral Fraud:
    While less common than voter suppression, electoral fraud poses a significant threat to the legitimacy of elections. This can take the form of tampering with ballot boxes, falsifying voter registration, or hacking electronic voting systems. Ensuring the security and transparency of the electoral process is essential to maintaining public trust in democratic institutions.
  3. Gerrymandering:
    Gerrymandering involves manipulating electoral district boundaries to favor a particular political party or group. This practice can distort electoral outcomes and undermine the principle of fair representation. Efforts to establish independent redistricting commissions and use algorithmic approaches to drawing district lines are steps toward addressing this issue.
  4. Disenfranchisement of Marginalized Groups:
    In many countries, certain groups of people, such as convicted felons or non-citizen residents, are disenfranchised. While there are arguments for restricting the voting rights of some groups, it is important to balance these considerations with the broader goal of inclusivity and ensuring that all members of society have a voice in the political process.

Strengthening the Right to Vote

To safeguard and strengthen the right to vote, several measures can be implemented:

  1. Voter Education and Outreach:
    Educating citizens about their voting rights and the importance of participating in elections is crucial. Outreach programs can help increase voter registration and turnout, particularly among marginalized communities.
  2. Electoral Reforms:
    Reforms aimed at making the voting process more accessible and secure are essential. This can include measures like automatic voter registration, expanded early voting, and the implementation of robust cybersecurity protocols for electronic voting systems.
  3. Legislative Protections:
    Strengthening legal protections against voter suppression and discrimination is vital. This includes enforcing existing laws and enacting new legislation to address emerging threats to voting rights.
  4. Civic Engagement:
    Encouraging civic engagement through community organizations, grassroots movements, and public forums can empower citizens to take an active role in the democratic process. Civic education should be integrated into school curricula to foster a culture of participation from an early age.

Conclusion

The right to vote is a cornerstone of democracy, embodying the principles of equality, representation, and political participation. While significant progress has been made in expanding and protecting this right, ongoing challenges necessitate continued vigilance and action. By promoting voter education, enacting electoral reforms, and fostering civic engagement, we can ensure that the right to vote remains a powerful and accessible tool for all citizens. As we navigate the complexities of contemporary democracy, the collective effort to uphold and strengthen this fundamental right will be crucial in shaping a just and equitable society.

In the Wee Hours – 05172024

PROSE

One minute, you sleep too long, and the next you can’t sleep at all. I suppose somehow, some way we search for the balance. You haven’t seen it so long you forget it east. I suppose it’s the way things do it. Or else it is just something else to fail at. Just another thing to let you down.

Wordless Wednesday – 05152024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Life before Candy

List your top 5 favorite fruits.

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

When I was a child, candy was truly a treat. Holidays like Easter, Halloween, and Christmas were awesome because we were allowed to eat candy for days. However, the remainder of the time, fruit served as our treat or snack. After wonderful years of sampling different types of fruit, I came up with the following list of favorites.

  • Apples – I enjoy all types of apples, but my favorite is Fuji.
  • Grapes – I destroy a couple pounds of grapes without thinking about it.
  • Mangos – They are just good; what else is there to say about that.
  • Oranges – I like all types of these varieties of this citrus fruit.
  • Peaches – nice and juicy.

I actually have a ten, but the response asked for just five. Although I love my candy and went through a period as an adult where I kept a jar full, now I prefer fruit in a way that is better because I choose it.

Evening Writing Grooves – 05122024

In the evenings, after dinner Motown played in the living room. By far my mother’s favorite artist was Diana Ross & the Supremes. She was mainly a Diana Ross fan, but the Supremes played all the time. Here are some of her favorites




Mom would tell stories about the band as they played on the record player. She knew so much about the group I thought she actually knew them. However, she was just a fan, like I am for so many bands.

Weekend Writing Prompt #363

CHALLENGE PROMPT RESPONSE

In the dimly lit room, an ancient cabinet stood solemnly against the wall. Its wood, dark and glossy, whispered tales of forgotten eras. As the key turned in its lock, a soft sigh escaped, revealing secrets nestled within its heart.

Barbara McNair

ARTICLE – MINI BIOGRAPHY

Barbara McNair was an American singer, actress, and television personality who impacted the entertainment industry with her multifaceted career. Born on March 4, 1934, in Chicago, Illinois, McNair’s journey into the limelight began with her passion for music, nurtured in the choir of her local church. Her pursuit of an entertainment career led her to study at the American Conservatory of Music in Chicago and, later, the prestigious UCLA.

Early Career and Rise to Fame

Barbara McNair’s career took off in the late 1950s when she started recording for the Coral Records label, releasing a series of singles that showcased her versatile vocal range. However, her move to Motown Records in the mid-1960s catapulted her into the spotlight. McNair’s smooth voice and elegant presence made her a favorite among audiences, and she quickly became known for hits like “You’re Gonna Love My Baby.”

Parallel to her singing career, McNair ventured into acting, demonstrating her talent on both the stage and screen. She made notable appearances on Broadway, including roles in “No Strings” and “The Body Beautiful,” showcasing her ability to captivate audiences beyond her music.

Television and Film Success

In the late 1960s, Barbara McNair made significant strides in television, becoming one of the first African American women to host her own variety show, “The Barbara McNair Show” (1969-1972). The show was groundbreaking, featuring a mix of performances and interviews with celebrities, and broke new ground for African American women in entertainment.

McNair’s film career was equally impressive, with roles in films like “If He Hollers, Let Him Go!” (1968), “They Call Me Mister Tibbs!” (1970), and “The Organization” (1971), where she starred alongside Sidney Poitier. Her performances in these films were praised for their depth and demonstrated her versatility as an actress.

Legacy and Later Years

Barbara McNair was a trailblazer who broke racial barriers in the entertainment industry throughout her career. She used her platform to advocate for civil rights and actively participated in charity work, contributing to the betterment of her community.

In her later years, McNair continued to perform, touring the United States and abroad, and remained a beloved figure in the entertainment world. Barbara McNair passed away on February 4, 2007, but her legacy endures. She is remembered for her contributions to music, television, and film and her pioneering role as a woman of color in the entertainment industry.

Barbara McNair’s journey from a church choir in Chicago to the heights of Hollywood is a testament to her talent, determination, and the barriers she broke down along the way. Her life and career continue to inspire aspiring artists around the world.

Mangus’s Wild Kingdom

Do you ever see wild animals?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

Sometimes, it feels like I’m Marlon Perkins from that show Mutual of Omaha’s Wild Kingdom. It all started when I was invaded by two raccoons, Louie and Smiley. I was visiting my folks, and when I returned, Louie was sitting in my office chair reading the Douay-Rheims version of the bible. Smiley came out of the kitchen with a loaf of bread and a pack of cheese. He didn’t notice me at first.

“Louie! I’ve found the mother lode.” Smiley exclaimed, then went chewing on a slice of bread.

“Shut up, Smiley.” Louie warned, then he looked up and saw me standing there.

“Louie! He’s back! He’s back!”

Louie dropped the bible, and they scurried off past and out the door. I sat at my desk and examined my bible. I was expecting tiny paw prints on the pages, but surprisingly they were clean. However, throughout my kitchen there were paw prints everywhere. I went out to the porch, but there was no sign of the raccoons.

Frequently, I see rabbits, raccoons, and opossums on my property, but they never stay and visit. They see me and run off. I wonder if I’m as nice as I think I am.

CFFC – 05082024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My response to Cee’s CMMC – Macro Close up

I enjoy taking two types of photos more than any other composition; candids and close-ups. In these photos are close-ups of a project my brother worked on last fall. He was working on a fuel tank for a motorcycle. I kept getting in the way of photographing the entire process. I complained about not being able to catch the shot I wanted. Sometimes, you get lucky a find something you weren’t looking for.

The Road to Nowhere

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My response to CWWC – Signs

I love to drive. It is one of the most relaxing things for me. However, I usually can’t take pictures of what I see while on the road. Here are a few I was able to catch.

Wordless Wednesday – 05082024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

Macro Monday – 05062024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

One of things I enjoy about photography is the ability to make the mundane into something interesting. Well, it works out that way sometimes. I compare it writing. Sometimes you just can’t get a sentence the way you want. Or you write this complicated sentence when a simple will do just fine.

So, this is what I come with for today…

Top of a toolbox

I was walking into an office and saw this toolbox. Nothing about it is unique. I’ve owned several of the years. However, that day I just stopped snapped a photo. I wondered what I would do with it. I’m sure I’m not finished with it either. Well, at least I don’t think so.

As I look at this picture, I’m drawn to the symmetry of the pattern and the surface’s texture. I also notice a slight reflection of the adjacent building I hadn’t noticed before. At any rate, to me, what I’m seeing just illustrates the point I’m trying to make.

~Have a wonderful day ~

In the Wee Hours – Graphics – 05052024

AI GENERATED ART

Insomnia has a hold on me, so I decided to play around with image generation. I used the text from the post In the Wee Hours and it generated the following images. I enjoyed difference within each image, but the general concept is the same.

Never on Purpose or Fun

Have you ever been camping?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I’ve spent a great deal of time in the woods, sleeping under the stars and even being chased by a family of wild boars, so the idea of going back to the woods for “fun” didn’t really appeal to me. However, I’m aware of oodles of fun had at the campfire, smores, and the guy serenading some girl while playing a single chord on his guitar. I’m so sorry that I missed that; not really!

In the Wee Hours – 05052024

PROSE

We mustn’t get lost in its despair, we mustn’t be swallowed before the pain, and we must be careful not to be cut by beauty’s dual edge. But is that even possible? How can we embrace beauty without becoming its victim, without becoming its prey?

Late Night Grooves #63

I can’t seem to get past 1978. It was such a powerful and diverse year in regards to music. Here’s another cut

In the Wee Hours – 05022024

PROSE

I’m beginning to get used to it. It’s almost like it’s second nature or something. Each day is not much different than the last; each day we are closer to being engulfed by the evil charms of its subtle beauty; bright pale blue lore is deceiving; it masks the wickedness that lurks neath its smiles: we are bitten by its breath

Late Night Grooves #62

Tonight on LNG, first let me say its been awhile since I jammed with you. Earlier on Afternoon Vinyl we played a track from the late seventies. So, I decided to continue that theme since I was already in the archives. Here is a little something for you.

Last on the Card – 05012024

PHOTOGRAPHY – COLOR

I haven’t been taking many photos for the last few months. However, last month, I snapped a couple of decent images. They aren’t my best work but call it me working my way back into it.


Wordless Wednesday – 05012024

PHOTOGRAPHY – MONOCHROME

My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

I love this challenge. Although, I probably have never done it correctly. I find it challenging to find a photo that truly speaks for itself. However, each week, I attempt to discover the undiscovered.

Poem of the Day – 04302024

She Was a Phantom of Delight
BY WILLIAM WORDSWORTH


She was a Phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight;
A lovely Apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of Twilight fair;
Like Twilight’s, too, her dusky hair;
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful Dawn;
A dancing Shape, an Image gay,
To haunt, to startle, and way-lay.
I saw her upon nearer view,
A Spirit, yet a Woman too!
Her household motions light and free,
And steps of virgin-liberty;
A countenance in which did meet
Sweet records, promises as sweet;
A Creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
And now I see with eye serene
The very pulse of the machine;
A Being breathing thoughtful breath,
A Traveller between life and death;
The reason firm, the temperate will,
Endurance, foresight, strength, and skill;
A perfect Woman, nobly planned,
To warn, to comfort, and command;
And yet a Spirit still, and bright
With something of angelic light.

Poem of the Day – 04292024

A cicada shell by Matsuo Basho

a cicada shell
it sang itself
utterly away

Song Lyric Sunday – The Ohio Players – 04/14/2024

TUNAGE – SLS

I got excited when I saw the prompt for this post. There are so many songs I love that fit the category. I could go on a rant about these songs, but I will behave. Tonight, I will just provide five of my favorites in this category.

2. Disco Inferno – The Trammps (1976)

3. The Roof is on Fire – Rock Master Scott & The Dynamic Three (1984)

4. Beds are Burning – Midnight Oil (1987)

5. Fire Woman – The Cult (1989)

My all-time favorite song is none other than The Ohio Players. I remember sitting in front of my mother’s HiFi, flipping through records. I found this album cover and was mesmerized by it. I listened to this as much as I could. I never understood the meaning of the song until much later in life. Even today, I still enjoy the funk sound of this track. This track was recorded in 1974. Fire reached No. 10 on the disco/dance chart.

Lyrics:

Hey, now, huh-huh
Hey, hey, hey, no, (Ow, now)
Hey, now, huh-huh
Hey, hey, hey, no
Fire (Uh) Fire (Its all about) Fire (Woo, woo, woo)
Fire
The way you walk and talk really sets me off
To a fuller love, child, yes, it does, uh
The way you squeeze and tease, knocks to me my knees
Cause Im smokin’ baby, baby
The way you swerve and curve, really wrecks my nerves
And Im so excited, child, woo, woo
The way you push, push lets me know that you’re good
Oh, yeah
Fire (What I said, child, ow)
Fire (Uh-huh)
Got me burnin’ burnin’ burnin’
Ooh. Ooh, ooh, ooh
Burnin’, burnin’ baby
Oh, baby
When you shake what you got, and girl, you’ve got a lot
You’re really somethin’ child, yes, you are
When you’re hot you’re hot, you really shoot your shot
You’re dyn-o-mite, child, yeah
Well, I can tell by your game, you’re gonna start a flame
Love, baby, baby
I’m not gon’ choke from the smoke, got me tightenin’ up my stroke
Do you feel it, girl, yeah
Songwriters: Clarence Satchell, Marshall Jones, Leroy Bonner, Willie Beck, James L. Williams, Marvin Pierce, Ralph Middlebrooks. For non-commercial use only.


Thank you, Jim, for hosting this challenge. Thank you, Nancy, for suggesting this wonderful theme.

Poem of the Day – 04282024

Ode on the Spring BY THOMAS GRAY


Lo! where the rosy-bosom’d Hours,
Fair Venus’ train appear,
Disclose the long-expecting flowers,
And wake the purple year!
The Attic warbler pours her throat,
Responsive to the cuckoo’s note,
The untaught harmony of spring:
While whisp’ring pleasure as they fly,
Cool zephyrs thro’ the clear blue sky
Their gather’d fragrance fling.

Where’er the oak’s thick branches stretch
A broader, browner shade;
Where’er the rude and moss-grown beech
O’er-canopies the glade,
Beside some water’s rushy brink
With me the Muse shall sit, and think
(At ease reclin’d in rustic state)
How vain the ardour of the crowd,
How low, how little are the proud,
How indigent the great!

Still is the toiling hand of Care:
The panting herds repose:
Yet hark, how thro’ the peopled air
The busy murmur glows!
The insect youth are on the wing,
Eager to taste the honied spring,
And float amid the liquid noon:
Some lightly o’er the current skim,
Some show their gaily-gilded trim
Quick-glancing to the sun.

To Contemplation’s sober eye
Such is the race of man:
And they that creep, and they that fly,
Shall end where they began.
Alike the busy and the gay
But flutter thro’ life’s little day,
In fortune’s varying colours drest:
Brush’d by the hand of rough Mischance,
Or chill’d by age, their airy dance
They leave, in dust to rest.

Methinks I hear in accents low
The sportive kind reply:
Poor moralist! and what art thou?
A solitary fly!
Thy joys no glitt’ring female meets,
No hive hast thou of hoarded sweets,
No painted plumage to display:
On hasty wings thy youth is flown;
Thy sun is set, thy spring is gone—
We frolic, while ’tis May.

Song Lyric Sunday – The Time

TUNAGE – SLS

When I think about songs with cold in the title, two come to mind immediately: Foreigner’s “Cold as Ice” and Rainbow’s Stone Cold. However, I decided to take things in a different direction for this post. I wanted a track I always considered fun. One of my favorite bands is none other than The Time and their track Ice Cream Castles. Which was the title track from that album.

“Ice Cream Castles” is a funky and playful song by The Time, released in 1984. The track stands out with its whimsical lyrics and a groovy melody that captures the essence of 80s funk and R&B. The song, produced by Prince, features a blend of catchy guitar riffs, vibrant synthesizers, and smooth vocals, creating a lighthearted and danceable vibe. It encapsulates a dreamy, surreal aesthetic, much like the imagery suggested by its title, offering listeners a musical escape into a fantastical world of rhythm and style.

Here are the lyrics:

We are young, we are free on earth together. Let’s fall in love.
You are fine, you are white, I am of color. Let’s fall in love.

Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summer.

I want you, you want me, we want each other. Is that so wrong?
It’s raining. Mad sisters, why can’t they realize, that it won’t be long?

We’re all ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summer.
Let’s do something soon.

We are young, we are free. Let’s come together before the end.
I am blue, you are too, what could be better? Let’s make friends.

We’re all ice cream castles in the summertime.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
We’re all ice cream castles in the sun.
Ice cream castles when we fall.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Summertime, summertime, summertime.

Is that what you need?
White girls, black girls, orientals, Jamaican?

Ice cream castles in the summertime.
We’re all ice cream castles in the sun.
Ice cream castles when we fall.
Ice cream castles in the summertime.
Summertime.

White girls, black girls, orientals, jamaican.
I want you, you want me, we want each other.

White girls, black girls.
We are young, we are free on earth together.

Let’s do something, let’s do something soon.

We are young, we are free. Let’s come together.

Thanks, Jim, for hosting, and Nancy, for suggesting this one was fun.

Poem of the Day – 04272024

homage to my hips BY LUCILLE CLIFTON

these hips are big hips
they need space to
move around in.
they don’t fit into little
petty places. these hips
are free hips.
they don’t like to be held back.
these hips have never been enslaved,
they go where they want to go
they do what they want to do.
these hips are mighty hips.
these hips are magic hips.
i have known them
to put a spell on a man and
spin him like a top!

Personal Reflection:

When I first heard this poem, it was on audio. It was so different from What I thought poetry was supposed to be. While in school, we had Frost, Whitman, and others shoved down our throats. Though I had grown to appreciate the classics, I definitely had a bad taste in my mouth when it came to poetry. I discovered the beauty and complexity of poetry. Thank you, Lucille Clifton and the many other poets in my library.

The Little Things

How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

It’s easy to be affected by the major events of our lives. We can point back to them, like time travelers, and recall exactly what happened and how it affected us. However, I’ve lived long enough to realize it’s the little things that mean so much. We can rage into anger, burst into laughter, or be moved to tears at the slightest thing. It doesn’t make sense in the scheme of things.

Over the last several months, I’ve been battling the ups and downs of my illness. The healthcare professionals are expected to take good care of you. For the most part, I’ve been blessed with the care I have received. However, there are times when the professional will do a small thing without being prompted, and that just blows your mind and is greatly appreciated.

Yeah, the major events are easy to remember, but the little things shape us.

I’m a Man of few words

What topics do you like to discuss?

DAILY PROMPT RESPONSE

I find this a bit difficult since I go days without uttering a single word. There’s something about the serenity of silence that soothes me, and most times, I’m not willing to compromise my serenity for the sake of prattle. I have found that my fondness for silence makes people around me unnerved. Nervous people make me irksome. I don’t do irksome. However, I do enjoy a meaningful and civil conversation on the following topics.

Writing – I love to talk about writing. It’s interesting to hear the different approaches my contemporaries take to express their thoughts. If I lucky, they may be a novice writer among the group. To hear the frustration of trying to find the end of their tale. Not to mention, the excitement of finishing a draft of something they are proud of.

Music—I’d say music was my first love. Lyrics served as a spell that enthralled me in this spooky art of writing. The need to convey an emotion, discuss a topic, or simply groove you. I can’t get enough of it. I especially enjoy the different music challenges on WordPress. It’s like I get to geek out and not be judged. Music is a fusion of so many aspects of creativity; it’s breathtaking.

Nonsense – There is something to be said about bullshitting with your buddies. I can’t express the number of times chopping it up has been cathartic.

Song Lyric Sunday – Gladys Knight

TUNAGE – SLS

This week’s challenge is a particular favorite of mine. I’m a bit of a soundtrack junkie, so I can ramble all day about the different tracks written for motion pictures. However, I’ll try my best to contain my urge to go into a full rant about this week’s challenge.

I’m a huge fan of the James Bond movies. Yes, the best James Bond was Sean Connery, that’s right, I said it. We all know that the Bond films are known for their theme songs and the Bond Girls. Sorry, I digress, I’m a little taken back by my favorite Bond theme song is for Licence To Kill, which featured Timothy Dalton as 007. I still trying to figure out how that happened. I’m confused because we saw his role in Flash Gordon, whose soundtrack was done by Queen.

The theme song for this film was sung by vocal legend Gladys Knight. It’s definitely one of my favorite songs of all time. The power and passion she brings to this song; I don’t have the words. The track was released in May 1989. This track is another example of the power of the music of the decade.

Lyrics

“Licence To Kill”

Ooooh
Ah-aaah
I need, I need, I’ve got to hold on to your love
Ooooh

Hey baby, thought you were the one who tried to run away
Ohh, baby, wasn’t I the one who made you want to stay?
Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you

I Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill

Hey baby, think you need a friend to stand here by your side?
Yes you do (your side)
Ohh, baby, now you can depend on me to make things right (things right)
Please don’t bet that you’ll ever escape me
Once I get my sights on you

[2x:]
I Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill

Say that somebody tries to make a move on you
In the blink of an eye, I’ll be there too
And they’d better know why I’m gonna make them pay
Till their dying day
Till their dying day
Till their dying day

[2x:]
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
And you know I’m going straight for your heart
(Got a licence to kill)
Got a licence to kill (to kill)
Anyone who tries to tear us apart
(Got a licence to kill)
Licence to kill

Gotta hold onto your loving
Licence to kill
Ooohooo!
Kill

Thanks Jim and Nancy

Poem of the Day – 04252024

A Tear And A Smile by Khalil Gibran


I would not exchange the sorrows of my heart
For the joys of the multitude.
And I would not have the tears that sadness makes
To flow from my every part turn into laughter.

I would that my life remain a tear and a smile.

A tear to purify my heart and give me understanding
Of life’s secrets and hidden things.
A smile to draw me nigh to the sons of my kind and
To be a symbol of my glorification of the gods.

A tear to unite me with those of broken heart;
A smile to be a sign of my joy in existence.

I would rather that I died in yearning and longing than that I live weary and despairing.

I want the hunger for love and beauty to be in the
Depths of my spirit,for I have seen those who are
Satisfied the most wretched of people.
I have heard the sigh of those in yearning and longing, and it is sweeter than the sweetest melody.

With evening’s coming the flower folds her petals
And sleeps, embracing her longing.
At morning’s approach she opens her lips to meet
The sun’s kiss.

The life of a flower is longing and fulfilment.
A tear and a smile.

The waters of the sea become vapor and rise and come
Together and are a cloud.

And the cloud floats above the hills and valleys
Until it meets the gentle breeze, then falls weeping
To the fields and joins with brooks and rivers to return to the sea, its home.

The life of clouds is a parting and a meeting.
A tear and a smile.

And so does the spirit become separated from
The greater spirit to move in the world of matter
And pass as a cloud over the mountain of sorrow
And the plains of joy to meet the breeze of death
And return whence it came.

To the ocean of Love and Beauty—-to God.

Late Night Grooves #61

Tonight on LNG, we are going to the basics. Back to a time before we had to make accuses for ourselves. We didn’t really know who we were. Music played a large part in the development of our identity. There were so many genres during that time. Music spoke to us, it pulled us out of the dark, it brought joy to parts of us that didn’t even existed. For some of us, it took us a long time that to discover who we truly were meant to be. Cyndi Lauper’s True Colors meant a great deal to me back then, it still means a great now.

Poem of the Day – 04232024

Mother to Son by Langston Hughes

Well, son, I’ll tell you:
Life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.
It’s had tacks in it,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor—
Bare.
But all the time
I’se been a-climbin’ on,
And reachin’ landin’s,
And turnin’ corners,
And sometimes goin’ in the dark
Where there ain’t been no light.
So boy, don’t you turn back.
Don’t you set down on the steps
’Cause you finds it’s kinder hard.
Don’t you fall now—
For I’se still goin’, honey,
I’se still climbin’,
And life for me ain’t been no crystal stair.

RDP Friday – 04122024

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP WING

Each word, each verse, or each sentence we write. Is an attempt to learn to fly.

Six Word Story & RDP Saturday – 04132024

CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP TRUMPET

A trumpet blare equals allergy season

REBLOG: A Writer’s Path Article

I definitely agree with this article. My inner critic has kept me in the shadows for many years when it came to releasing my fiction. I find the article to be full of solid advice.

RDP Wednesday – Doodle

CHALLENGE RESPONSE

Every time I write a story, it’s like doodling in my mind.