A place where I post unscripted, unedited, soulless rants of a insomniac madman
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.
Have you ever been camping?
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!
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?
I can’t seem to get past 1978. It was such a powerful and diverse year in regards to music. Here’s another cut
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
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.
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.
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.
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.
a cicada shell
it sang itself
utterly away
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.
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.
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.
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.
How do significant life events or the passage of time influence your perspective on life?
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.
What topics do you like to discuss?
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.
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
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.
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.
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.
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – RDP WING
Each word, each verse, or each sentence we write. Is an attempt to learn to fly.
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.
Every time I write a story, it’s like doodling in my mind.
Tonight on LNG, we are featuring a classic track known by many. I remember singing along with this track.
I ask them to take a poem
and hold it up to the light
like a color slide
or press an ear against its hive.
I say drop a mouse into a poem
and watch him probe his way out,
or walk inside the poem’s room
and feel the walls for a light switch.
I want them to waterski
across the surface of a poem
waving at the author’s name on the shore.
But all they want to do
is tie the poem to a chair with rope
and torture a confession out of it.
They begin beating it with a hose
to find out what it really means.
Where do you see yourself in 10 years?
It’s simple I’d be doing this … depicted below.
I typically don’t take requests on the tracks I post, but tonight on LNG, I’m going to make exception a play a little Elvis. Though, I appreciate Elvis’s contribution to music, I never really been a huge fan of his music. However, I have watched most of those corny movies his several times. I enjoyed them too.
What’s something most people don’t understand?
I can’t remember a conversation where money wasn’t mentioned at least once. The most common complaint is that they don’t have enough to get by. In several cases, financial challenes are real and can be overwheleming. The general consesus is that problems will be answered if we had enough money to resolve them. I can’t say I haven’t felt this way myself. I beleive in the ideal, if work hard and take care of money a person will be just fine. However, we know this ideal doesn’t always workout this way. We know or heard of people working hard their entire lives and don’t have the resources to be buried.
Due to situations such of this, we turn to financial experts to try find way to stay above water. We understand the necessity of money, but we don’t have a firm understanding on how to utilize the income we do have. Television commercials constantly bombard us with different ways to improve our financial status. Reverse mortgages, debt relief, and debt consolidation loans all offer us different avenues to address out issues. Yet, the question becomes; what’s is legitimate, and which one are scams.
As we continue to struggle, materialism has become the standard. We justify our purchases one or another. We figure out how to make ends meet or how to survive until the next paycheck. I have discussed financial issues with people in several socioeconomic classes and their struggles are very similar.
The following website offers a vast amount of information concerning financial literacy.
Consumer Financial Protection Bureau is a free resource that could provide the information you have been searching for to assist you in achieving your financial goals.
Here are some of my favorite tracks the deal with money.
Which aspects do you think makes a person unique?
In the discussion of what makes a person unique, it’s a short one. However -, the forced subtopics or categories lengthen the discussion and become a slow grind. The answer is simple. An individual’s personality sets them apart from everyone else. I concede there are aspects about individuals we need to include, but really it isn’t necessary.
Tonight on LNG, we slip back into 1984 and feature another dancefloor classic
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – MOONWASHED MUSING’S – STAR-FLECKED
He was enchanted by a woman whose eyes mirrored the night sky—dotted with constellations and shimmering with the light of distant stars. The kind of eyes depicted in storybooks and legend. Each glance into her eyes he fell deeper into their boundless and mesmerizing sea. He was powerless and that was okay. The specks of light slow danced with hope and mystique, a testament to the mysteries and beauties of fantasy. Her gaze was the key to stories untold, worlds unexplored, and the promise of adventure.
“Harold, are you going stand there gawking, my god boy! Close your mouth before you let flies in!”
Harold face redden, “Yes Nanna.”
“Give her the coupons.” Nanna continued. Harold’s embarrassment deepened. He makes eye contact again and her face reddened as well. She is smiling shyly.
“HI! I’m Lucy”
What was the last thing you did for play or fun?
A couple of months back a few co workers had this hair brain scheme to go a local watering hole to I don’t know, hang out? or some just as an annoying social construct. So, under protest, I showed up. To my dismay, I enjoyed myself.
I think it was the willingness of the participants to engage in karaoke. I sat and listened to beloved songs from my childhood butchered unapologetically. It was as if they walked into my memories and randomly snatched out a cut.
It reminds me of public version of singing the shower. You sing your beloved song and don’t give damn. This is the fun part. After returning home, I sat laughing and jotted down a few tracks that fall into the parameters. Here’s my short list
I find most of these songs you only really know the chorus. You mumble your way through the verses and when the chorus you let it rip. If with friends this is the part where eyes closed, drinks hoisted, and heads ended up on shoulders while that songs sung off key beget another cherished memory
How have you adapted to the changes brought on by the Covid-19 pandemic?
In many ways I viewed the quarantine as a god send. Let me be clear, I wished anything harmful on anyone, but I was dealing with emotionally issues and wanted to be alone. So I was. I encrypted everything and basically dropped on the face of the earth smack in the middle of town. Most of my provisions were stocked, except for fresh vegetables. I brought them fresh every couple of days, then I had to switch to frozen vegetables.
AAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!
Due to this development, I was absolutely convinced the world was ending. No, I hadn’t completely flipped my lid. I spent several decades eating my meals out of pouches and cans, so idea of returning back to lifestyle was horrendous.
How have I adjusted ?
I’ve haven’t really, but I’ve made a few concessions in the following areas.
– I no longer expect 2 – Day shipping from Amazon
– My butcher is my homey and I get the best cuts.
– I started in herb and vegetable garden.
My soils sucks and nothing grows well enough to eat. Back to frozen
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!
Mabel McGee lived in the quiet town of Willow Creek in a quaint cottage that seemed to hold more memories than objects. To the townsfolk, she was known as the elderly woman with a penchant for mixing up dates and events, often speaking of historical happenings as if she’d lived through them herself. Some whispered about dementia, others about a life too lonely. But little did they know, Mabel’s supposed confusion was not a symptom of her age but rather a consequence of her extraordinary past as a retired time traveler.
Mabel’s journey began in 2045 in a world where time travel was possible and regulated by a strict code. She was one of the elite, a ChronoNavigator tasked with maintaining the integrity of the timeline. Her missions had taken her from the bustling streets of ancient Rome to the futuristic landscapes of the 22nd century, each adventure embedding itself into the fabric of her being.
As the years passed, the toll of her travels grew heavier. The lines between times began to blur, not just in her mind but in her heart. Mabel realized that she yearned for something the vast expanse of time could not give her—a place to call home. And so, she chose to retire in the one era that had always felt like a balm to her soul—the early 21st century.
The townsfolk of Willow Creek knew none of this. To them, Mabel was the eccentric old woman who lived alone, her house filled with strange artifacts and her conversation sprinkled with anachronisms. Children dared each other to peek through her windows, hoping to catch a glimpse of her rumored collection of “antiques” that seemed too out of place, even for a collector. They didn’t realize that each piece in Mabel’s home was a memento from her travels—a Roman coin, a futuristic gadget that no longer worked in this timeline, a painting from an artist who wouldn’t be born for centuries. And the stories she told, dismissed as confused ramblings, were indeed true accounts of historical events she had witnessed firsthand.
One day, a new family moved into Willow Creek, and with them came young Ellie, a curious and bright girl with an insatiable appetite for stories. Unlike the others, Ellie found herself enchanted by Mabel’s tales. She listened, wide-eyed, as Mabel spoke of walking with dinosaurs, witnessing the signing of the Declaration of Independence, and even attending a speech by a future president yet to be elected.
Over time, the seasoned time traveler and the young girl formed a unique friendship. Mabel saw in Ellie a kindred spirit who understood the value of time not by its weight but by its wonders. For Ellie, Mabel was the gateway to a world far beyond the confines of Willow Creek—a world where anything was possible. As their bond deepened, Mabel decided to change Ellie’s life forever. She decided to share her greatest secret, the time device that had been dormant for years. Together, they embarked on a journey that spanned centuries, a final adventure for Mabel and the beginning of a lifetime of wonders for Ellie
In the end, Mabel McGee’s legacy in Willow Creek was not that of a confused old woman but of a mentor who opened the door to the universe for a young girl. As for the townsfolk, they would never look at their world the same way again, always wondering if the stranger passing through was just a visitor or a traveler from another time, inspired by the tales of Mabel McGee, the retired ChronoNavigator who found her home not in time, but in the hearts of those she touched.
In the heart of an attic, amidst a treasure trove of forgotten gadgets, an argument of epochal proportions was unfolding. Oliver, an old, venerable camera with a penchant for nostalgia, found himself at odds with Dexter, a high-tech digital camera with more settings than a spaceship.
“Back in my day, we captured the essence of life, one click at a time,” Oliver boasted, his lens gleaming under the dim attic light.
“Pfft, the essence of life? I can capture, edit, and share a photo before you even figure out your aperture,” Dexter retorted, his LED screen flashing in disdain.
The debate might have ended there if a cheeky squirrel had not chosen that moment to dart across the attic floor, pausing only to strike a pose.
A light bulb flickered to life above Oliver’s viewfinder. “I propose a challenge! Let’s see who can take the best photo of that squirrel,” he declared, adjusting his focus.
Dexter beeped in amusement. “You’re on, grandpa. Prepare to be pixelated.”
Oliver took his time, calculating the light, adjusting his focus, and waiting… waiting for the moment when the squirrel, enticed by a nut left on the windowsill, struck a majestic pose. Click. The sound resonated through the attic, capturing a moment in time.
Meanwhile, Dexter, with the efficiency of a modern marvel, snapped approximately 47 photos in burst mode, applied a “Squirrel-Enhance” filter, and even photoshopped a tiny superhero cape onto the squirrel in one of the shots. “Done. And I’ve already shared it on SquirrelGram,” Dexter announced triumphantly.
They turned to the attic’s old computer to judge their work. Oliver’s photo was a masterpiece of timing and light, showcasing the squirrel in a moment of serene beauty. The soft lighting gave it an almost ethereal quality.
Dexter’s photos were sharp, vivid, and varied, with the superhero squirrel garnering a particular chuckle. “Look at that! It’s going viral among the attic spiders,” Dexter bragged.
Just then, the squirrel, having completed its snack, scampered over to see what all the fuss was about. It peered at the screen, then at the two competitors. With a decisive nod, it grabbed a forgotten paintbrush with its tiny paws. It dashed off a squirrelly masterpiece on a piece of scrap paper: Oliver and Dexter, lenses crossed in friendship, capturing the squirrel in a heroic pose.
The two cameras, old and new, realized that the best photos come from seeing the world through each other’s lenses. They laughed, a sound of mechanical clicks and digital beeps, united in their newfound friendship and respect for each other’s techniques.
As the sun set, casting a golden hue over the attic, Oliver and Dexter understood that photography isn’t just about the camera—it’s about the vision, the moment, and sometimes, a squirrel with a flair for the dramatic.
And so, amidst the dust and memories, two cameras from different generations found common ground, proving once and for all that when it comes to capturing life’s beautiful moments, the best approach is a shared one. As for the squirrel, it became an honorary member of their photographic adventures, always ready for its next close-up—cape and all.
What’s a secret skill or ability you have or wish you had?
As a kid, I was obsessed with moving things with my mind. Yeah, I was the kid who laid the pencil on his desk, staring at it, trying to make it move. Of course, it never happened. Then, I got the idea that perhaps my powers would emerge later. Later, I researched superpowers and discovered that the power I wanted was telekinesis and extrasensory perception.
But before I did my research, I watched every movie that featured people with these powers. Everything I saw focused on the darkness of the abilities. Films like The Fury (1978) made the idea of having these powers spooky. Check this out:
We also had Sci-Fi horror flicks like Scanners (1981). Here is a scene from that movie.
Who can forget the psycho-thriller Patrick (1978)? Take a look
After watching movies like these, who wants telekinesis? Then, one day, I had a discussion with fellow film buffs about the pros and cons of telekinesis. We were teenagers, and this discussion was the first of what we considered a”deep” discussion. We were on the verge of deciding telekinesis wasn’t an ability we wanted. Then, one of the girlfriends announced that we were idiots. She couldn’t believe we hadn’t considered “The Force” in our examples of telekinesis. Her comment stopped us all in our tracks. We had never considered the Force as telekinesis. She said, “Our lack of faith was disturbing.”
I don’t know why we never considered The Force. Perhaps it seems to be something much more powerful than everyday telekinesis. I can’t really explain what I felt then, but “the Force” was so much more to me. Perhaps I felt it was a way of life, perhaps an ideal. My Midi-chlorians count was never enough for consideration for being a Jedi or Sithlord. I’ve always admired the ideal.
No discussion about rock music over the last twenty years should be had without mentioning the band Flyleaf. Flyleaf emerges as a band with an edgy narrative and an unmistakable sound. Originating from the heart of Texas, their music is a fusion of raw emotion and intense energy, which is what you come to expect from artists from capturing the attention of listeners worldwide.
I was watching Die Hard 4 when I noticed the band playing in the background. The music was bold and gripping. Her voice struck a cord as soon as this booming voice came from this tiny woman. Here is the voice that caught my attention.
I looked high and low for their album but only found a couple videos on YouTube. Finally, I found a Japanese Import of their debut album.
Flyleaf’s story begins in the early 2000s in Belton and Temple, Texas, where passionate musicians came together to form what was initially known as Passerby. With Lacey Sturm leading the vocals with her distinctive booming voice, the band soon rebranded as Flyleaf. Their self-titled debut album, released in 2005, Flyleaf also released a variety of singles over their career, including notable tracks like “Breathe Today,” “I’m So Sick,” “Fully Alive,” “All Around Me,” which is certified Platinum, “Again,” and “Set Me on Fire,” among others. Each of these singles showcases the band’s unique blend of hard rock and alternative music
Flyleaf is renowned for its dynamic musical style, which blendelements of punk, metal, and hard rock. Lacey’s intense vocals, paired with the band’s compelling instrumentation, create a powerful and poignant sound. The band’s lyrics often delve into pain, hope, and redemption themes, reflecting their personal experiences and spiritual backgrounds. Influences range from grunge bands like Nirvana to the emotive storytelling of groups like The Cranberries, shaping a unique sonic identity for Flyleaf.
The band’s debut album was a launching pad, earning them a platinum certification and solidifying their status in the rock scene. Critics praised Flyleaf for their raw energy and emotional depth, recognizing them as a significant force in alternative rock. Over the years, Flyleaf has garnered a loyal fanbase, captivated by their authenticity and the emotional intensity of their live performances. Their commitment to various causes, including mental health awareness and anti-bullying campaigns, has further endeared them to fans, showcasing their dedication to making a difference.
While Lacey Sturm’s departure in 2012 marked a significant transition for Flyleaf, the band’s essence remained intact with Kristen May stepping in as the lead vocalist until her departure in 2016. Members like guitarist Sameer Bhattacharya and drummer James Culpepper have been instrumental in crafting Flyleaf’s distinctive sound, contributing to the band’s enduring appeal.
Flyleaf’s influence extends beyond their discography, inspiring a new generation of rock artists with their heartfelt music and unwavering spirit. While the band’s future projects are eagerly anticipated by fans, their legacy is already cemented in the annals of rock history. As Flyleaf continues to evolve, their journey remains a testament to the power of music to connect, heal, and inspire.
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
It’s been awhile since I posted one of these. The weather is changing and flowers are poking their little heads out.
Here is my response to Cee’s Photo Challenge – CMMC’s X & W – February
Over the last several weeks, I have been playing catch-up. Since retiring, I’ve sat back and enjoyed the wonderful world of blogging. I don’t have to tell you about the fantastic posts from around the world. When it came to finding images for this post, I had to do a little digging. Trust me, that was the fun part. Here is what I discovered.
I was trying to get my camera to focus during a shoot and had no idea I accidentally snapped this shot. I remember hearing the shutter. I immediately went to work and did not pay attention to all the pictures.
I was doing research last week and discovered groundhogs are also called woodchucks. So, here is one of the first pictures I took of my woodchuck, “Emmitt.” He was so shy back then. We’ve come a long way together over the years.
This last photo fits several categories. It basically depends on the mood I’m in at the moment. So, today, As I gaze upon this photo of me and a few of my granddaughters, I think “Weirdo’s”.
It’s Monday; after a weekend of different genres, let’s slip back into the 80s and play a little rock & roll. Tonight, we are going to travel overseas to the UK. Instead of playing tracks from several bands, I will focus on a band I typically don’t listen to as much anymore. I was working on the blog when I noticed a comment mentioning Steve Clark from Def Leppard. I rolled with Def Leppard for two albums, High and Dry and Pyromania. I remember tragedy befell the band, but I couldn’t remember the details. I discovered Steve Clark had succumbed to alcohol abuse. While working on other blog projects, I reacquainted myself with Def Leppard.
Of course, I enjoyed the popular tracks from the mentioned albums, but I wanted to see if I could remember why I enjoyed them all those years ago. Quickly, I remembered why. Here are a few cuts I enjoyed from High & Dry.
Unfortunately, I never really got into the Pyromania album like I did with High & Dry. When Phil Collen joined the lineup, the sound changed for me. Pyromania has tracks that received a fair amount of airplay so I found it difficult to find a track fitting my criteria. However, midway through the album, I found the tracks I remembered.
Though their sound changed overall, I found Pyromania a decent album. In the song Die Hard the Hunter, the tandem guitar play of Clark and Collen is insane. I definitely see why they were called “The Terror Twins”
Well, that’s it for tonight. I did my best to find Steve Clark playing footage. He is definitely a joy to watch. I never watched this much footage of playing until tonight. Thanks, Ted, for mentioning him; what a treat!
Typically, I roll my eyes when I hear the term Christian Rock. It’s not because I don’t believe there could be such a thing, but when I first heard of the genre, the selected tracks presented to them weren’t rock. Not even close. The people presenting the music believed I listened to the “music of the devil.” It didn’t help; I sometimes started the day in the office by blasting Black Sabbath’s Sweet Leaf. Hey, sometimes I need a little kick somedays. There are days when caffeine and nicotine alone just aren’t enough.
Several years later, an NCO was playing some hard driving music from his office one night while we were working on preparing for an inspection. That music turned out to be Creed. I went out and bought the CD and gave it a listen. Immediately, I noticed the spiritual overtones in some of their music. I enjoyed their music, but never really reached the fan level. Even though I have their debut and sophomore albums. So, when I read this prompt, My Own Prison immediately came to mind. Let’s give it a listen.
Creed
LYRICS:
Court is in session, a verdict is in
No appeal on the docket today just my own sin
The walls cold and pale, the cage made of steel
Screams fill the room, alone I drop and kneel
Silence now the sound, my breath the only motion around
Demons cluttering around, my face showing no emotion
Shackled by my sentence, expecting no return
Here there is no penance, my skin begins to burn
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I hear a thunder in the distance, see a vision of a cross
I feel the pain that was given on that sad day of loss
A lion roars in the darkness, only he holds the key
A light to free me from my burden and grant me life eternally
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I’ve created my own prison
I cry out to God, seeking only His decision
Gabriel stand and confirms, I’ve created my own prison
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
(And I said, ohh) So I held my head up high
Hiding hate that burns inside
Which only fuels their selfish pride
(And I said, ohh) All held captive out from the sun
A sun that shines on only some
We the meek are all in one
Should have been dead on a Sunday morning, banging my head
No time for mourning
Ain’t got no time
Here is another band whose music fits the parameters of the prompt. I’m providing a detailed article for Mixed Music Bag. So, just give this track a listen.
Flyleaf:
LYRICS:
Circle encircles the earth
Chance and choice break his heart
His innocent arm moves to save me and I am spared
His beautiful arm is bloody and cut off
His heart ripped out to show me he loved me
But I wouldn’t believe him
He did all that he could
I still would not believe him
I left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
Left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
No man shows greater love
Than when a man lays down his life
For his beloved
I left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
Left his arms empty and tied outstretched for me until he died
And here I am alive
And I don’t have the right
And he gives me the right
Costing him his life
New mercy’s in the morning
I believe
What if I believe you now?
Could it ever change this for you?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
I believe
What if I believe you now?
Could it ever change this for you?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
Come back to my life
I believe
What if I believe now?
Forgive me, relieve me
Please come back to life
I’ve been working on music posts all weekend and writing a bit of fiction. So, when I read today’s prompt, this song came to mind as I popped some Tylenol for my aching bones. Then, ask this question.
Then, of course, this song pops into my head.
Fingers popping and belting the lyrics into a seldom used hairbrush. I stop and catch my breath. I realized this track from 1969, and I knew all the words. Scratching the back of my head, I pause and ask what’s my age again?
As you may have figured out by now, I love music of all kinds. I decided to dedicate Sundays to my favorite genre, Jazz. Each Sunday, I’ll post four tracks. Sometimes, they may be a theme and other times, they will be tracks of what I am feeling on that particular day.
This week, we are looking at jazz covers of songs originally released in a different genre. So, if you hate jazz, I will be back to regular formatting tomorrow. If you don’t know much give a listen and keep an open mind. The tracks I picked are across several jazz sub-genres, so there is a variety. I hope you enjoy them.
Nothing More
“Fade In, Fade Out” by Nothing More is a deeply emotional and introspective song that explores the universal themes of time, legacy, and the cyclical nature of life. Released as part of their album “The Stories We Tell Ourselves” (2017), the song delves into the relationship between generations, specifically focusing on the bond between a parent and child. Through its poignant lyrics, “Fade In, Fade Out” reflects on the inevitable passage of time, the experience of watching one’s parents age, and the desire to make the most of the moments shared with loved ones.
The song begins with a perspective that captures the essence of watching one’s child grow up, imparting wisdom, and hoping they find their way in life without losing themselves. As it progresses, the narrative shifts to express the child’s perspective—acknowledging the sacrifices made by the parents, the realization of their mortality, and the deep wish to carry forward their legacy. With its haunting refrain, the chorus emphasizes the transient nature of life, urging listeners to cherish their time with loved ones before it’s too late.
Musically, “Fade In, Fade Out” is marked by its dynamic shifts, moving from softer, reflective verses to powerful, emotionally charged choruses, mirroring the emotional depth and complexity of the subject matter. The song is a testament to Nothing More’s ability to weave intricate narratives through their music, offering listeners not just a song, but a profound emotional experience that resonates with the universal human condition of love, loss, and the hope of legacy. To hear this song preformed live adds another layer to it.
LYRICS:
Just the other day I looked at my father
It was the first time I saw he’d grown old
Canyons through his skin and the rivers that made them
Carve the stories I was told
He said
“Son, I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart”
Just the other day I stared at the ocean
With every new wave another must go
One day you’ll remember us laughing
One day you’ll remember my passion
One day you’ll have one of your own
And I say
“Son, I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your Mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart, follow your heart, follow your heart”
We all get lost sometimes
Trying to find what we’re looking for
We all get lost sometimes
Trying to find what we’re looking for
I have watched you fade in
You will watch me fade out
When the grip leaves my hand
I know you won’t let me down
Go and find your way
Leave me in your wake
Always push through the pain
And don’t run away from change
Never settle
Make your Mark
Hold your head up
Follow your heart
Follow your heart, follow your heart”
When the morning comes and takes me
I promise I have taught you everything that you need
In the night you’ll dream of so many things
But find the ones that bring you life and you’ll find me
Thanks to Jim Adams for hosting and another excellent suggestion by Nancy, aka The Sicilian Storyteller
Here is my response to SLS, hosted by Jim Adams
“Run to the Hills” by Iron Maiden is a powerful track from their 1982 album, “The Number of the Beast.” The song is renowned for its compelling musicality and thought-provoking lyrics, which offer a critical perspective on the historical conflicts between Native Americans and European settlers. Through its driving riffs supplied by Dave Murray and Adrian Smith and Bruce Dickerson’s dynamic vocal range, “Run to the Hills” tells a story from both viewpoints: the indigenous peoples of America and the invading settlers.
The song’s narrative highlights the violence, exploitation, and injustices faced by Native Americans during the colonization period, emphasizing themes of freedom, survival, and the tragic consequences of imperialism. Iron Maiden uses this track to showcase their musical talent and provoke reflection on a dark chapter in history, making it a memorable and impactful piece in the realm of heavy metal.
Lyrics:
White man came across the sea
He brought us pain and misery
He killed our tribes, he killed our creed
He took our game for his own need
We fought him hard, we fought him well
Out on the plains, we gave him hell
But many came, too much for Cree
Oh, will we ever be set free?
Riding through dust clouds and barren wastes
Galloping hard on the plains
Chasing the redskins back to their holes
Fighting them at their own game
Murder for freedom, a stab in the back
Women and children and cowards attack
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Soldier blue in the barren wastes
Hunting and killing’s a game
Raping the women and wasting the men
The only good Indians are tame
Selling them whiskey and taking their gold
Enslaving the young and destroying the old
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Yeah
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
Run to the hills
Run for your lives
You’re going on a cross-country trip. Airplane, train, bus, car, or bike?
I’ve more time behind the wheel than any other mode of transportation. Driving has always relaxed me. I prefer driving alone to think in peace, but I’m not opposed to traveling with someone else. I’ve developed some of my best storylines driving. There’s nothing like working out a difficult scene while gliding across the asphalt sea. The only problem is that I never seem to have a device to capture my thoughts as they come. Yes, yes, I’ve tried the microcassette recorder thing, but I never seem to remember to bring spare tapes. When the digital ones hit the market, the problem is solved, right? Nope, I forget to download to my computer, and when I do, I forget where the hell I put them.
The essentials for a proper road trip: This list varies based on your individual needs, but here are a few suggestions to help you consider what you might need.
Whether you listen to music, podcasts, audiobooks, or talk radio, some items are saved locally on your device for times when you don’t have cell coverage.
If not, you may be forced to listen to stuff like this:
Some of you may enjoy these tracks, so you look at me strangely. However, on one of my road trips, before streaming services were a thing, I found myself listening to a Juice Newton marathon. Now, I ask you, how is this even a thing? It was that day. Some DJ, apparently a huge Juice Newton fan, played all her music. To make matters worse, he had a booming radio station that blasted for miles.
However, you get lucky and get some fun songs like these:
By answering this post when I’m supposed to be sleeping, I’m subject to say anything. I couldn’t resist!
Despite the title, the rain is my favorite type of weather. I never understood why people ran from the rain but spent hours in the shower over a lifetime. They swim laps, surf, and waterski, yet the first raindrops they beat feet for shelter. Trust me, I’m not making fun of anyone. I was just like everyone else until I joined the military.
If it ain’t raining, ain’t, training became our mantra after just a few weeks in service. At my first duty station in Korea, I survived the monsoon season. Trust me, you will stop worrying about the rain after surviving monsoon season. We are soaked to the epidermis, which was wrinkled by the time you were able to put on dry clothes. I can’t remember the last time I ran from the rain.
At any rate, I love the rain. Its something about it I never could put my finger on. Here are some of my favorite songs with rain in the title. I know, it’s Eddie Rabbit’s fault.
Who was your most influential teacher? Why?
Several teachers over the years made a massive impact on me. As I think back, I find myself smiling about some lessons and cringing about the others. However, none of them impacted me more than my mother.
It all started with a watch. My mother realized I was different when I took a part of her favorite watch and put it back together. She said she wasn’t much more than eight years old. I barely remember the event. When my mother told my wife and me this story, she had the sweetest, tiniest smile. She was visiting and came to my shop to see exactly what I did for a living. It was crazy. She seemed amazed and proud all at once.
Mom said I had taken apart her watch, and the pieces were laid out on the table, and she was furious. I simply looked up and said hey, Mom. She said she then returned to reassemble the watch. She watched me carefully put everything back together, not leaving out a single piece. The watch never worked again, but she said she figured if I could do that at that age, there would be no telling what I could accomplish.
So, Mom never discouraged my endless questions about things. If it wasn’t in the encyclopedia, she took me to the library on the weekends and scribbled notes in a notebook. I found one of those notebooks last year and couldn’t believe what I was into. Because of how she raised me, I have never been afraid to learn a new skill. I went on and accomplished several things. Repairing things much more complicated than her watch, but the watch is where it started.
Mom taught me how to navigate through life with minimal whining. Take no crap from anyone and be my own person. Her favorite response to me following the lead of someone she disapproved of.
“if they jumped off a bridge, are you going to follow them?”
My response then and now is, “No, ma’am”
Tonight on LNG, we are going back to November 1966. Atlantic Records released a 45 with Wilson Pickett’s Mustang Sally, but we aren’t going to feature that iconic track. We are going to feature the b-side track Three Time Loser.
Are you superstitious?
As a general rule, superstitions are hooey. However, being a member of several teams over the years, I find myself are a believer of a jinx. I can’t accurately describe in words how many times I’ve been a victim of a jinx. Either I placed it on myself, or some boneheaded co-worker uttered the magic words or word to initiate said jinx.
Whether intentional or not, I have this to say.
Tonight on LNG, I realized we needed a little Retro Soul
Here is my response to Cee’s CFFC – Tools
When I hear the word tools, I immediately think of the various instruments I’ve used over the years for countless projects. So, for this post, I wanted to look at things a little different. Today, I will not only display tools, you know standard one’s people know. I’m display some pictures of things created by various tools.
As a tradesman we use so many tools and sometimes we have to make the tools we need in order to complete the job. We use a sander in body work. I use a different type of sander in woodworking. Those drivers you see in the picture of the wood project, in that shop I’ve used those drivers in various other projects, such as mechanical, hydraulics, electrical, and pneumatics.
As a writer, one of my most important tools is a laptop. I do most of writing, research, and general clowning on it. Also, I edit video and photos on it. I love my laptop and iPad, but the tool I use for writing the most are books. I can’t describe how valuable books have made a better craftsman, writer, and visual artist.
Cinematography
As a visual artist, I spend a ridiculous amount of time behind the camera. In cinematography, I’m involved in aspects of filmmaking, such as Pre-production, production, and postproduction.
Initially, I doubted my abilities as a still photographer. So, I would hire a photographer for location scouting and various shots I needed. I found myself arguing with them more than getting any work done. This disagreement occurred because I had vision in my mind, and they weren’t capturing what I wanted for the project. Each of them were good photographers, but I couldn’t get them to understand what I wanted.
One day, I worked on a project where I was just a camera operator. I got an opportunity to work with a couple of still photographers. One photographer handed me a camera and said ” show me”. I started taking pictures. Now my framing and composition was a little off, because I was used to video where we would just cut out the useable portions. They gave me some tips and told to go buy a camera and the rest is history.
The most important tool I have learned over the years is that every skill I learn is another tool in my toolbox. I just have to remember to be patient enough to use the right tool for the job.
Tonight on LTG, I’m featuring a track from the teenage years by artist I had forgotten about until I heard him playing on a television program. I spent a great deal of time listening to the Don’t Say No album by Billy Squier. Here is one of my favorite tracks from that album.
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – MMB
With its hauntingly beautiful music that seamlessly blends rock, metal, and classical elements, Evanescence has carved a unique niche in the music world. Which makes them one of my favorite bands in recent yearss. pFormed in the mid-90s, the band achieved massive success early in their career and has maintained a devoted global fanbase. Their sound, characterized by dramatic arrangements and Amy Lee’s powerful vocals, resonates with a sense of depth and emotion that is unmistakably theirs. This blog delves into the journey of Evanescence, exploring their formation, musical evolution, iconic albums, and enduring impact on the music industry.
History and Formation
The story of Evanescence begins in Little Rock, Arkansas, where Amy Lee and Ben Moody met at a youth camp in 1994. Bonded by their love for music, they started writing songs together, laying the foundation for Evanescence. After several lineup changes and years of honing their sound, the band released their debut album, “Fallen,” in 2003. The album catapulted them to international fame, fueled by the success of hit singles like “Bring Me to Life” and “My Immortal.” These tracks dominated the charts and set the tone for the band’s distinctive blend of anguished lyrics, soaring melodies, and robust instrumentation.
Musical Style and Influences
Evanescence’s music defies easy categorization, blending elements of gothic rock, nu-metal, and classical music. Amy Lee’s classically trained voice, capable of conveying profound emotion, stands at the forefront, while the band’s use of piano, strings, and heavy guitars creates a rich, layered sound. Influences range from classical composers like Mozart and Danny Elfman to alternative and metal bands such as Portishead and Soundgarden. This eclectic mix of influences has enabled Evanescence to create a distinctive and broadly appealing sound.
Key Albums and Songs
Beyond “Fallen,” Evanescence has continued to evolve with subsequent albums. “The Open Door” (2006) and “Evanescence” (2011) further explored themes of love, loss, and resilience, while “Synthesis” (2017) reimagined some of their previous work with orchestral and electronic arrangements. Songs like “Lithium” and “Imperfection” showcase the band’s range, from introspective ballads to powerful anthems. Each album reflects a chapter in the band’s journey, marked by introspection, experimentation, and growth.
Impact and Legacy
Evanescence’s impact on the music industry is undeniable. With millions of albums sold worldwide and numerous awards, including two Grammys, the band has solidified its place in the annals of rock music. Moreover, they have inspired a generation of artists across various genres, proving that music can transcend boundaries and resonate with listeners on a deeply personal level. Evanescence’s legacy is one of creativity, resilience, and the relentless pursuit of artistic expression.
Conclusion
From their humble beginnings in Arkansas to their status as rock icons, Evanescence has navigated the music industry with grace and tenacity. Their fusion of rock and classical music has defined their career and enriched the broader musical landscape. As they continue to evolve and inspire, Evanescence’s journey is a testament to the power of authenticity and innovation in music. For fans old and new, their discography offers a treasure trove of emotional, thought-provoking, and utterly captivating music.
Lithium Lyrics:
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow
Oh, but God I wanna let it go
Come to bed, don’t make me sleep alone
Couldn’t hide the emptiness, you let it show
Never wanted it to be so cold
Just didn’t drink enough to say you love me
I can’t hold on to me
Wonder what’s wrong with me?
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, I wanna stay in love with my sorrow, oh
Don’t wanna let it lay me down this time
Drown my will to fly
Here in the darkness I know myself
Can’t break free until I let it go, let me go
Darling, I forgive you after all
Anything is better than to be alone
And in the end I guess I had to fall
Always find my place among the ashes
I can’t hold on to me
Wonder what’s wrong with me?
Lithium, don’t wanna lock me up inside
Lithium, don’t wanna forget how it feels without
Lithium, in love with you
Oh, I’m gonna let it go
Songwriters: Amy Lee. For non-commercial use only.
It was 1993, and my wife had returned home from the exchange for a bit of bargain shopping. I frequently would shake my head at her purchases on a great many things, but that woman had a knack of finding the jam in the bargain CD bin. This feat was shocking to me because she couldn’t name five music artists correctly if the world depended on it. That day, she introduced me to Lucky Peterson and Albert King.
So, tonight on Late Night Grooves, we are doing a dual tribute to my late wife and senior editor, who just happen to be huge Blues fans. So, its Saturday Night Blues with your host Mangus. Tonight, featuring some of my favorites from Lucky Peterson and Albert King.
This album played through the first time, and I tapped my foot during the entire album. My late wife, a brilliant woman, noticed this a started sliding gadgets that have needing repairs for a long time. With my foot tapping in time with music, I made quick work of my honey do list.
Next thing I knew the music changed and I was introduced to Albert King, who later became one of my favorite Blues guitarists. But our love affair started here with this cut:
No discussion about Albert King’s music can be held without the mentioning of King’s live album; Wednesday Night in San Franscisco. In my opinion, one the most important albums of the live recording genre. It’s certainly one of my favorite Blues albums of all-time. Here is a track from that album.
Tonight, we are going back to the 80’s to feature a group only had one song worth mentioning. Well, maybe two. Here’s Vandenberg
Tonight, we are going to talk about the softer side of rock. The 1970s introduced us to a brand new genre. It seemed we were ready for it—almost like we needed it. Not that we would even admit we secretly grooved to some of these songs or bands. However, when you reach a certain age, you tend to walk away from the dumb stuff we once held as standard. Bread is one of those bands that helped me realize the true magic of music.
Listening to Bread helped me understand the subject matter of their music is universal. My children and grandchildren have heard me listening to Bread for decades. They don’t seem to complain like they do when I play bands like Pennywise. Here are a few cuts on Mangus’s Easy Groove playlist. Enjoy!
This group has plenty of jams. If you haven’t already, take a minute to check them out.
Here is my response to RDP’s Daily Prompt – Lithe
In the heart of a bustling city park, where children’s laughter mingled with the melodious chirping of birds, sat a man named Julian. He was a solitary figure amidst the vibrant chaos, a contemplative soul who found peace in the art of people-watching. Julian was particularly drawn to the nuances of human interaction, the subtle play of expressions, and the eloquence of body language.
On this sun-drenched afternoon, his attention was captured by a woman practicing yoga on the lush, green grass. She embodied grace, her movements fluid and effortless, a visual symphony that mesmerized Julian. He noted how the word “lithe” seemed to be crafted for her, the very definition of her elegance and strength. She moved with an almost ethereal poise, her limbs stretching and coiling with a feline agility that left Julian in awe.
For days, Julian returned to the park, hoping to catch a glimpse of the lithe woman. She became a muse to him, a living embodiment of art and beauty he dared only admire from afar. Her presence stirred something within him, a longing to reach out and connect, to transcend the boundaries of his solitary existence.
Finally, mustering every ounce of courage, Julian decided it was time to step out of the shadows of his observation and into the light of interaction. He approached her on a day painted with the perfect azure of the sky. His heart thundered in his chest, a tumultuous symphony of nerves and excitement.
“Hello,” he said, his voice barely a whisper against the backdrop of the park’s life.
She turned toward him, her expression mildly surprised. Her eyes reflected the tranquility of the world she embraced. “Hello,” she replied, her voice as soft and melodious as he had imagined.
Julian stumbled through his introduction, words tangled with admiration and awe. He spoke of his observations, his fascination with how she moved, how she seemed to personify the word “lithe.” He expected bemusement, perhaps even annoyance. Instead, she smiled, a warm, genuine curvature of her lips that reached her eyes and ignited a spark of connection.
Her name was Elara, and she listened earnestly attentively, making Julian’s words flow more freely. They talked beneath the canopy of verdant leaves, their conversation meandering through the trivial to the profound, just as the park’s myriad pathways did.
In time, their meetings became a cherished ritual, two once-strangers finding solace and joy in shared moments. Julian, who had once been content to observe life from a distance, actively participated in its menagerie, woven with threads of companionship, understanding, and the unexpected beauty of a chance encounter.
And so, in a park where the world seemed to converge, Julian discovered the courage to connect, inspired by a woman who danced with the wind, her lithe form a reminder of life’s boundless grace.
Here is my response to Cee’s CFFC – Pairs
Which animal would you compare yourself to and why?
I believe I was a wolf in another life. Their solitary habits appeal to me. As a child, I was convinced I would be a werewolf. I watched all the movies and read all the stories. Now, as an adult, I enjoy wolves. I can’t explain it in any way that would make a lick of sense, but I do.
Tonight, we are stepping into the past and embracing one of the classics. I can’t remember when or why I enjoy this I just do.
What movies or TV series have you watched more than 5 times?
I suppose ever since childhood, I’ve been a fan of a good Western. The Magnificent Seven was my introduction to the world of justice. I suppose many others my age, I’ve been disappointed with the state of Western movies as of late. However, I’m glad to admit Hollywood must have heard me grumbling and put some decent Westerns. One of those such Westerns is the limited Netflix series entitled Godless.
“Godless” is a gripping Western drama series that debuted on Netflix in 2017. Set in the 1880s, it explores the story of La Belle, a small New Mexico town mysteriously inhabited almost entirely by women after a mining accident claims the lives of nearly all the town’s men. The series intensifies when a menacing outlaw, Frank Griffin, played by Jeff Daniels, and his gang of bandits set their sights on La Belle, seeking revenge on Roy Goode, a former protégé who betrayed him. The show weaves themes of redemption, betrayal, and survival against a backdrop of stunning landscapes and a town fighting to assert its independence. “Godless” offers a unique take on the Western genre, focusing on strong female characters, moral ambiguity, and complex human relationships. It received critical acclaim for its storytelling, performances, and visual style.
Cast of Characters:
Tonight, on Late Night Grooves, we are traveling back to 1975 and snatching another track I listened to while I was supposed to be going to bed. This track was on a K-Tel compilation album. I found it in a truck stop 20 years later. Just so happens I was traveling with my mom and showed her the CD. She shook her head, giving one of her timeless looks. I played the CD on the leg of the trip. Tonight’s track is Fly, Robin, Fly by Silver Convention.
During most of Tori Amos’ rise to stardom, my face was buried in the used record stacks, looking for classic jazz and blues. Though I collected many treasures, it wreaked havoc on my sinuses. I’m not sure if I ever fully recovered. Despite my obsession, I remember some of the women ranting about the excellent music of Tori Amos. I’m telling you, if it wasn’t Davis, Monk, Parker, Wolf, or Waters, I wasn’t trying to hear it.
As it turned out, I had three female soldiers assigned to my section. Although I had worked with female soldiers before in various limited capacities, I had never had any assigned to my section. Although they were from different backgrounds and musical tastes, they were all fans of Tori Amos. Finally, they talked me into listening. Here’s the particulars. Let’s get started:
Tori Amos, an American singer-songwriter and pianist, has captivated audiences worldwide with her distinctive voice and profound lyrical content. Known for her emotionally intense songs that blend classical music influences with alternative rock, Amos has carved a unique niche in the music industry. This blog post delves into her life, music, activism, and enduring legacy, offering a comprehensive look at one of the most influential artists of her generation.
Born Myra Ellen Amos on August 22, 1963, in North Carolina, Tori Amos demonstrated prodigious musical talent from a young age. Encouraged by her Methodist minister father and her mother of Eastern Cherokee descent, Amos began playing the piano at two and composing by age five. Her early exposure to gospel music and classical compositions profoundly influenced her musical style.
Amos’ prodigious talent earned her a scholarship to the prestigious Peabody Institute at Johns Hopkins University when she was five. However, her inclination towards rock and popular music led to her dismissal at 11. Undeterred, she played in bars and clubs in the Washington D.C. area during her teenage years, honing her skills and developing her distinctive style.
Her first professional music endeavor was as the lead singer of the 1980s synth-pop band Y Kant Tori Read, which was not a commercial success. This setback paved the way for Amos to establish her solo career, leading to her breakthrough debut solo album, “Little Earthquakes,” in 1992.
“Little Earthquakes” marked a significant turning point in Amos’ career. The album’s raw, emotional intensity and unconventional songwriting resonated with listeners and critics, establishing her as a unique voice in the music industry. With hit singles like “Silent All These Years” and “Crucify,” Amos gained a devoted following and critical acclaim.
Her subsequent albums, including “Under the Pink” (1994) and “Boys for Pele” (1996), continued to explore complex emotional and social themes while showcasing her virtuosic piano skills and innovative arrangements. Amos’ ability to blend classical music elements with contemporary styles helped her maintain a distinctive identity in the evolving music scene of the 1990s.
Amos has received numerous accolades throughout her career, including multiple Grammy Award nominations. Her fearless approach to addressing personal and societal issues through her music has cemented her status as an influential figure in the industry.
Tori Amos’ music defies easy categorization, blending classical, rock, electronica, and folk elements. Her classically trained piano skills are at the forefront of her compositions, often complemented by intricate arrangements and a wide range of instrumentation. Her lyrics are known for their depth, exploring themes such as religion, sexuality, feminism, and personal trauma.
Amos draws inspiration from various sources, including mythology, literature, and personal experiences. Her storytelling ability is evident in her songwriting, where she creates vivid, emotionally charged narratives. Her voice, with its distinctive timbre and dynamic range, adds an additional layer of expressiveness to her music.
Her musical influences are as eclectic as her style, ranging from classical composers like Debussy and Rachmaninoff to rock and folk artists like Led Zeppelin and Joni Mitchell. This blend of influences has helped Amos create a sound that is uniquely her own, resonating with fans across different genres and generations.
Throughout her career, Tori Amos has released a multitude of albums that have garnered critical and commercial success. “Little Earthquakes” and “Under the Pink” are often cited as her most impactful works, featuring songs that address complex emotions and personal struggles. “Boys for Pele” showcased her experimental side, incorporating harpsichord and brass instruments into her music.
Other significant albums include “From the Choirgirl Hotel” (1998) and “Scarlet’s Walk” (2002), each demonstrating Amos’ evolution as an artist and storyteller. Her ability to adapt and explore different musical landscapes while maintaining her core artistic identity is a testament to her talent and versatility.
Beyond her music, Tori Amos is a passionate advocate for various causes, including women’s rights, sexual assault awareness, and LGBTQ+ rights. She co-founded the RAINN (Rape, Abuse & Incest National Network), which has become the largest anti-sexual violence organization in the United States.
Amos’ activism is reflected in her music, where she often tackles challenging and taboo subjects, offering support and solidarity to those who have experienced trauma. Her dedication to these causes has inspired her fans and fellow artists, amplifying her impact beyond the music industry.
Tori Amos’ influence extends far beyond her discography. As a pioneering female artist in the alternative rock and singer-songwriter genres, she has inspired countless musicians with her authenticity, musical innovation, and lyrical depth. Her contributions to music and activism have earned her a dedicated fanbase and a lasting legacy as an influential and respected figure in the industry.
Butterfly Lyrics :
[Verse 1]
Stinky soul, get a little lost in my own
Hey General, need a little love in that hole of yours
So one way’s now and Saturday’s now
And our kittens all wrapped in cement
From cradle to gumdrops got me running girl as fast as I can
[Chorus]
And is it right, Butterfly
They like you better framed and dried?
[Verse 2]
Daddy, dear, if I can kill one man why not two?
Well, nurses smile when you’ve got iron veins
You can’t stain their pretty shoes
And pompoms and cherry blondes
And the kittens still wrapped in cement
From God’s saviors to gumdrops got me running girl as fast as I can
[Chorus]
And is it right, Butterfly
They like you better framed and dried?
[Outro]
Got a pretty pretty garden; pretty garden, yes
Got a pretty pretty garden; pretty garden, yes
You’ll be a pretty pretty garden; pretty garden
In the tapestry of human endeavor, threads shimmer with unyielding tenacity woven from the fiber of women with grit. These women, from varied walks of life and corners of the earth, share a common trait—a relentless fortitude that propels them through adversity, enabling them to emerge not only unscathed but stronger and more resolute.
Consider the woman who rises before dawn, her day stretching ahead like an uncharted expanse, demanding her sweat, intellect, and care. Yet, she meets each challenge undaunted, fueled by an inner fire that refuses to be extinguished. She could be the single mother who juggles multiple jobs to provide for her children, ensuring they receive the opportunities she never had. Or the scientist in a lab, her eyes alight with the spark of discovery, tirelessly pushing against the frontiers of knowledge despite the voices questioning her place in such a world.
Reflect on the women in history who stood firm against the gales of their times, refusing to bend. They are the suffragettes who endured mockery and imprisonment, their eyes fixed on the horizon of equality. They are the trailblazers in arts, sciences, politics, and activism who dismantled barriers and defied conventions to etch their indelible marks on the annals of time.
Women with grit embody resilience, a quality that resonates through their every action, a silent strength that speaks louder than words. They navigate life’s storms with a steely grace, their resolve a beacon for others to follow. In their perseverance, they weave a legacy of inspiration, a call to each of us to harness our own potential, face our battles with courage, and emerge not just enduring but triumphant.
In celebrating these women, we recognize the grit within ourselves, a testament to the enduring power of the human spirit embodied in the resilience and determination of women across ages and the world.
My mother was such a woman. She had grit, but she referred to it as gumption. I’ve always liked that word. Despite the challenges of raising me on her own, she refused to surrender the chaos surrounding us, no matter how tempting it had been. She remained steady in all that we faced. A lesson I tried to demonstrate to her grandchildren and great-grandchildren. I’m honored to be a steward of her legacy. No different than the others who have courageous women in their lives.
In another post, the subject is songs with God in them. So, I sat back and thought of all the songs I knew that fit these parameters. In the other post, I listed my Top three favorites. However, tonight on Late Night Grooves, we are going to add a few more. Why? Because we can. Hehe. These next songs are going to cover three different music genres. So, let’s get to it, shall we?
This challenge was tough for me, not because I didn’t know a song that fit the parameters, but because I knew too many to choose one. So, I decided to cheat a little, just a tad. I’m going to list my Top 3 favorites within the parameters. However, I will only deep drive on the first song. My Top 3 are as follows:
God Bless the Child is my favorite because of the dear memories it holds within the melody and lyrics—memories I rarely recall until I hear the song. Immediately, I’m teleported back into my childhood, listening to my mother playing the track on the HiFi. For the longest time, she only played Diana Ross’s cover of the song. I memorized and sang it along with her. I found the original when I was old enough and brought the 45 for Mom. Here are the particulars about the song.
The Meaning of “God Bless the Child”
“God Bless the Child” is a song that carries profound meanings, intertwining themes of independence, self-reliance, and the harsh realities of inequality and economic disparity. Originating as a jazz standard, it was famously performed by Billie Holiday, who co-wrote the song with Arthur Herzog Jr. in 1939. Through its poignant lyrics and soul-stirring melody, the song delves into the complexities of financial dependency and social stratification, resonating across generations with its timeless relevance.
Interpretation of Lyrics
At its core, “God Bless the Child” emphasizes the value of self-sufficiency. The opening lines, “Them that’s got shall get, Them that’s not shall lose,” reflect a stark observation of societal dynamics, where the rich grow richer and the poor face continual hardship. This sets the stage for the song’s central message, advocating for personal strength and independence in a world rife with inequities.
The chorus, “God bless the child that’s got his own,” underscores the dignity and empowerment found in self-reliance. It suggests a divine favor or resilience bestowed upon those who can stand on their own feet, contrasting the vulnerability of those who depend on the charity or whims of others. This message is particularly poignant, considering Billie Holiday’s own struggles with poverty and racial discrimination, adding a layer of personal testimony to the song’s narrative.
Cultural and Historical Context
“God Bless the Child” emerged during significant social and economic upheaval in the United States, reflecting the hardships of the Great Depression and the subsequent recovery period. Its themes resonated with many who experienced financial insecurity and witnessed the disparities between social classes. Over the decades, the song has been interpreted by numerous artists across various genres, each bringing their own perspective but retaining the core message of autonomy and resilience.
Philosophical and Ethical Considerations
Beyond its commentary on economic issues, “God Bless the Child” also touches on deeper philosophical and ethical questions. It prompts listeners to consider the values of independence versus interdependence and the moral responsibilities of the fortunate towards the less privileged. In this light, the song can be seen as a call to introspection and empathy, encouraging individuals to find their strength while recognizing the interconnectedness of society.
Legacy and Influence
The enduring appeal of “God Bless the Child” lies in its universal message and emotional depth. It has transcended its original context to become an anthem of perseverance and dignity, inspiring listeners to reflect on their circumstances and society. The song’s influence extends beyond music, permeating cultural discussions and academic analyses, attesting to its profound impact and relevance.
In conclusion, “God Bless the Child” is more than a musical composition; it reflects human resilience, social justice, and the quest for dignity. Its message of self-reliance amidst adversity resonates, offering inspiration and insight to each new generation that discovers its timeless verses.
Them that’s got shall have
Them that’s not shall lose
So the Bible said and it still is news
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Yes, the strong get smart
While the weak ones fade
Empty pockets don’t ever make the grade
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Money, you’ve got lots of friends
They’re crowding around the door
But when you’re gone and spending ends
They don’t come no more
Rich relations give crusts of bread and such
You can help yourself, but don’t take too much
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
Mama may have, Papa may have
But God bless the child that’s got his own, that’s got his own
He just don’t worry ’bout nothing, ’cause he’s got his own
You guys already know how I feel about Concrete Blonde. However, XTC’s Skylarking was packed with amazing songs, and I spent a lot of time listening to it.
Thanks to Jim Andrews for hosting this challenge. Such a fantastic suggestion, Nancy, aka The Sicilian Storyteller.
Here is my response to RDP’s Trifling
A quaint village nestled between rolling hills and whispering woods lived a trifling spirit named Elara. Mischievous and light-hearted, she danced through the villagers’ lives like a playful breeze, her presence barely more substantial than a fleeting shadow. With a penchant for harmless pranks, Elara often left a trail of bewildered smiles and gentle laughter in her wake. She’d whisper riddles in the wind, tie shoelaces together unseen, and sometimes, in a whimsical mood, cause the flowers to bloom out of season, painting the world in unexpected splendor.
Yet, despite her whimsy, Elara held a deeper purpose. Her antics served as gentle reminders not to take life too seriously and to find joy in the small, unexpected moments. In her own trivial way, Elara wove a thread of light-heartedness into the fabric of the village, teaching that sometimes, the heart needs the relief of laughter and the soul the lightness of just being.
Here is my response to RDP’s prompt: Shattered
In the pale moonlight, the world seemed ethereal, yet a profound silence pervaded the air, perforated by the echo of distant footsteps. A mosaic of shattered hopes now lay among the ruins of a forgotten city where dreams once flourished. The remnants of crumbled walls whispered tales of yore, each fractured stone a bearer of untold stories. Underneath the celestial gaze, shadows danced across the fragmented relics, casting an intricate ballet of light and darkness. Here, amidst the vestiges of the past, resilience bloomed anew, forging beauty from despair, a poignant reminder of life’s perpetual rebirth amidst ruin.
A boy named Timmy Sinclair lived in a bustling city named Licksville, known far and wide for his extraordinarily large tongue. Timmy was no ordinary boy, and his tongue was no ordinary tongue. It was the size of a baguette, supple like a gymnast’s and versatile like an artist’s palette.
From an early age, Timmy realized that his large tongue was not a curse but a blessing. He discovered he could use his tongue for tasks that others could not. He could taste the subtlest of flavors in food, making him the best judge in town for cooking competitions. He could also use his large tongue to help clean out jars and reach places his hands could not.
In school, Timmy was the star of the science fair. He used his tongue to demonstrate how taste buds worked, making science fun and exciting. His classmates admired him, and his teachers praised him for his creativity. Unfortunately, not everyone saw Timmy’s tongue that way.
Summer ended, and school began. Timmy was excited. He couldn’t wait for his next adventures. When he arrived at homeroom on the first day, there were two new students: one girl and one boy. Timmy took a seat and waited. He wanted to know everything about the girl. She had long raven hair, caramel-colored skin, and the most enchanting eyes he had ever seen.
Ms. Rowster came into the room, and they settled down for attendance. Timmy barely could contain himself as he anxiously waited to hear the name of this beautiful girl. When Ms. Rowster got to her name, she asked her to stand up and tell the class a little about herself. She did.
“Hello. My name is Simin Karimi, and I’m from Detriot,” Simin said, then sat down.
Timmy felt she had the most beautiful voice to accompany the rest of her beauty.
Ms. Rowster did the same with the new boy as well. He stood and cleared his throat, “I’m Brad Zigler from Ohio. I know everyone has heard of Zigler cheese, right? Brad asked. A few nodded in agreement while the others sat in quiet bewilderment.
They were all sixteen, but Brad stood over 6 feet and had a large nose, freckles, and a fiery beard. Due to his size and attitude, he had already started gaining friends. Timmy knew he would be one of the most popular kids in school before long.
At lunch, Timmy sat at his usual table, watching Simin’s every move, hoping she would sit at his table. Marcy Busch slapped Timmy on the shoulder.
“Who’s that?” Marcy asked.
“S S S imin,” Timmy shuttered. He was a little tongue-tied, as they say. He felt strange because he never shuttered a day in his life. Marcy looked puzzled at Timmy, then Simin. Marcy motioned for Simin to sit with them. Timmy shifted uncomfortably but managed a smile. Marcy introduced herself.
Marcy and Simin chatted away while eating, picking at their food, if you can call it eating. They were well on their way to being fast friends. Timmy sat quietly, nodding and smiling at the appropriate times. Timmy noticed Simin kept glancing and smiling at him. This made Timmy nervous. Here is the most beautiful girl, and he’s suddenly tongue-tied.
“Stop being rude!” Marcy said as she nudged on the shoulder. Timmy tried to say something, but his tongue got in the way. It felt like it filled his entire mouth. Timmy had never experienced this before. Marcy’s comment didn’t help matters.
“So, you see a pretty girl, huh?” Marcy asked.
“You’ve been talking my ear off since first grade. Geez, thanks,” she smiled. Her cobalt blue eyes sparkled when she smiled, and her smile always seemed to do the trick when Timmy got nervous. Marcy made him feel safe.
“Hey, Simin,” Timmy finally managed. Simin smiled.
“Oh my god! So you’re the freak people have been whispering about!” a voice exclaimed. They looked up, and it was Brad Zigler with a horrified expression.
“What are you? Some sort of lizard?” he exclaimed.
Timmy blushed, and his eyes filled with tears. Before he knew it, Marcy had sprung from the table, kneeing Brad, and delivered a well-practiced right cross—the signature move she picked up when she developed breasts at 12. Marcy explained that once all the women in her family had a nice set of girls, her mother, and grandmother taught her the move in case the boys got handsy. Nanna said boys “always get handsy.”
Marcy stood Brad silently, her brunette hair tied in a ponytail. Brad groaned in pain as he clutched his private area. Marcy stepped toward him, and Brad scooted away with his held up in surrender. Marcy turned to look at Timmy. Her pale alabaster skin was rose-colored. Her eyes were like fire. Yet, they softened when Timmy looked up at her. She stood 5 feet even.
“Bullies give me the sweet ass!” she exclaimed as she retook her seat. Marcy didn’t make eye contact with anyone, then whispered, “Sorry.” Simin squeezed her hand. “Marcy, you’re wicked fast. Next time, can you save me some?” Simin asked jokingly. They all chuckled as they left the lunchroom.
Author’s Note:
Today, I felt good enough to write a little fiction. I hope you don’t mind. So, I combined a couple of hosted challenges I felt worked for the story. The third challenge was one I had for myself, and it was two-fold. Primarily, I’ve been writing light non-fiction for the last few weeks. I needed to know if my fiction tools still worked in something light. I also challenged myself to see if my depictions of the characters in this could used with AI image generation. The answer to the latter is yes. Overall, I’m pleased with the image outcome. As for the former, it felt good writing, but I will leave it up to you guys. Should I continue this corky tale? I wrote more, in case you are wondering. Or hit delete and move on to another project?
Prompts used for this story:
SocS: Hosted by Linda Hill – Words starting with “signa”
Ragtag Daily Prompts: Sunday (safe); Thursday (Lizard)
The challenge words are hyperlinked to their origins. I hope you guys enjoy this corky little tale
After a long day of chores, I feel like a Johnny Cash.
Here is my response to the Weekend Writing Prompt hosted by Sammi Cox. This is my first time participating. I hope I get right.
In the quietude of twilight, a solitary tap resonates through the empty corridors, echoing off the dimly lit walls. It’s a gentle, rhythmic sound, almost musical as if the universe itself were keeping time. With each tap, memories flicker, casting shadows that dance in the mind’s eye. It’s a moment of connection, a simple, unassuming tap that bridges past and present, conjuring a symphony of silent reflections.
Expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
become a stranger
To need of pity
Or, if compassion be freely
Given out
Take only enough
Stop short of urge to plead
Then purge away the need.
Wish for nothing larger
Than your own small heart
Or greater than a star;
Tame wild disappointment
With caress unmoved and cold
Make of it a parka
For your soul.
Discover the reason why
So tiny human midget
Exists at all
So scared unwise
But expect nothing. Live frugally
On surprise.
Tonight, we are featuring REM. Nothing else needs to be said
What is the biggest challenge you will face in the next six months?
Over the last six months, I’ve experienced tremendous health issues. So, for the next six months, my biggest challenge is to maintain the progress I’ve made. I Have to learn to be patient and sit my stubborn butt down and heal. Well, that’s easier said than done.
Here is my response to Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag
Alabama Shakes, a band whose name evokes the southern roots from which they emerged, has captivated audiences around the world with their raw, soulful sound. Since their formation in Athens, Alabama, in 2009, the band has garnered critical acclaim and a dedicated fan base for their electrifying performances and genuine musicality.
At the heart of Alabama Shakes is lead vocalist and guitarist Brittany Howard, whose powerhouse vocals and emotionally charged delivery have become synonymous with the band’s sound. From the moment she belts out the opening notes of a song, Howard effortlessly commands attention, infusing each lyric with a sense of urgency and sincerity that cuts straight to the soul.
Backing Howard is a talented ensemble of musicians including Heath Fogg on guitar, Zac Cockrell on bass, and Steve Johnson on drums, whose collective chemistry and tight instrumentation provide the perfect backdrop for Howard’s powerhouse vocals.
What sets Alabama Shakes apart is their commitment to authenticity. In an age where studio production and auto-tune reign supreme, the band’s stripped-down approach to music feels refreshingly genuine. Their debut album, “Boys & Girls,” released in 2012, is a testament to this authenticity, with its raw, bluesy sound and heartfelt lyrics resonating with listeners deeply and personally.
Tracks like “Hold On” and “I Found You” showcase the band’s ability to blend elements of rock, soul, and blues into a seamless and infectious sound that feels both timeless and contemporary. With each soulful guitar riff and impassioned vocal performance, Alabama Shakes transports listeners to a place where music is not just heard but felt.
The band’s sophomore effort, “Sound & Color,” released in 2015, further solidified their status as musical innovators. From the hauntingly beautiful title track to the raucous energy of “Don’t Wanna Fight,” the album is a sonic experimentation and emotional depth masterclass.
Beyond their recorded music, Alabama Shakes is renowned for their electrifying live performances. Whether performing in an intimate club or headlining a festival stage, the band’s energy and passion are palpable, leaving audiences spellbound and craving more.
As Alabama Shakes continues to evolve and push musical boundaries, one thing remains constant: their unwavering commitment to authenticity. In a world where trends come and go, the band’s timeless sound and genuine spirit remind us of the power of music to move, inspire, and unite us all.
Few bands stand out in the vibrant tapestry of punk rock history quite like Adam and the Ants. With their flamboyant style, infectious energy, and rebellious spirit, they carved out a unique niche in the late 1970s and early 1980s music landscape.
Formed in London in 1977 by frontman Adam Ant (born Stuart Leslie Goddard), Adam and the Ants quickly made a name for themselves with their distinctive blend of punk, glam rock, and new wave. With Ant’s charismatic persona at the forefront, the band’s music became synonymous with theatricality, bravado, and unabashed rebellion.
At the heart of Adam and the Ants’ sound was their innovative use of tribal rhythms and dual drummers, which added a primal, tribal element to their music. Combined with Ant’s swaggering vocals and catchy guitar riffs, the band created an infectious and unmistakably their own sound.
Their breakthrough came with releasing their sophomore album, “Kings of the Wild Frontier,” in 1980. Fueled by hits like “Antmusic” and “Dog Eat Dog,” the album catapulted Adam and the Ants to international fame, earning them a legion of devoted fans and cementing their status as icons of the punk rock movement.
But it wasn’t just their music that set Adam and the Ants apart—their larger-than-life image and fearless sense of style. With their elaborate costumes, tribal face paint, and provocative lyrics, the band embraced a sense of daring and empowering theatricality. They dared to challenge societal norms and push the boundaries of self-expression, inspiring countless fans to embrace their individuality and inner rebellion.
Throughout their career, Adam and the Ants continued to push musical boundaries with albums like “Prince Charming” and “Friend or Foe,” showcasing their versatility and innovation as artists. Tracks like “Stand and Deliver” and “Prince Charming” further solidified their status as cultural icons, earning them critical acclaim and commercial success.
Though the band’s lineup underwent changes over the years, with Ant pursuing a successful solo career in the 1980s, the legacy of Adam and the Ants endures. Their music continues to resonate with audiences old and new, serving as a testament to the enduring power of punk rock to inspire, provoke, and ignite the fires of rebellion.
Adam and the Ants remind us to embrace our inner eccentricities and celebrate our unique identities in a world that often prizes conformity over creativity. With their infectious energy, fearless spirit, and unapologetic attitude, they remain timeless symbols of punk rock swagger and defiant individualism.
Tonight on Late Night Grooves, we are traveling back to 1967. I’ve always been a fan of R&B of the 60’s. One of my favorite artists from that period is Johnnie Taylor. Tonight, we are featuring a version of one of my favorite songs. Here is Johnnie Taylor’s version of Watermelon Man.
Here is my answer to The Question of the Night #2
Where do you go to escape stress?
I’ve always been told I had a healthy imagination, so it is there I retreat to in times of stress. And this image is a representation of things going on a moment ago. Who knows what will happen next?
Tonight, we are selecting a track from “The Shit I Grew Up On” playlist. Electric Light Orchestra has been a longtime favorite tied to several fond memories. So, tonight we are featuring the track “Telephone Line.” Enjoy!
Thanks to Glyn’s MMB for the prompt. I’m still working on the February weeks. My brother Jim inspired me to select the groups for this post during one of our many conversations about music. Jim told a compelling story about when he saw the band Daisy Chainsaw. I’d completely forgotten about them. So, when Glyn’s prompt said groups of C-D, there was no way I could resist mentioning Daisy Chainsaw.
Daisy Chainsaw was an English alternative rock band formed in London in 1989. Led by vocalist KatieJane Garside, the band’s music is characterized by its raw, unapologetic energy, incorporating punk, grunge, and noise rock elements. Daisy Chainsaw gained attention for their confrontational lyrics, aggressive guitar riffs, and Garside’s distinctive vocal style, which ranged from whispered whispers to primal screams.
With their debut album “Eleventeen” (1992), Daisy Chainsaw gained a cult following and critical acclaim, earning comparisons to bands like Sonic Youth and Hole. Hits like “Love Your Money” and “Pink Flower” showcased the band’s irreverent attitude and unique sound. At the same time, Garside’s provocative stage presence solidified their reputation as one of the most exciting acts of the early ’90s alternative rock scene.
Despite their relatively short-lived career, Daisy Chainsaw left a lasting impact on the alternative rock landscape, influencing subsequent generations of musicians with their bold, uncompromising approach to music. While the band disbanded in the mid-’90s, their legacy lives on through their music, which continues to resonate with audiences seeking raw, unfiltered rock and roll.
Lyrics:
We love you yeah
We love what you got and you’ve got it truly
You’re talented kid
We can see it clearly
We love your sound
The way you look so we say sincerely
You’re natural stars and we mean it really
{Chorus}
We love your money(Love your money)
We love your money(Love your money)
We love your money(Love your money)
We love your money(Love your money)
Yes we do
We love you yeah
Place your trust in us completely
You’ll sell worldwide we mean it really
We love your songs
Shape your image and we’ll all be greedy
Sign right here, and we’ll all be wealthy
{Repeat}
We love you so love your demo
We love you so love love love love
All your money
We love your money(love your money)
We love your money(love your money)
Love love love love all your money
(Repeat chorus)
Love love love love all your money
Love love love love all your money
Love love love love all your money
Songwriters: C. Gray.
The next group appeared in my text messages from Jim with the simple instructions to listen to it. So, I did and liked what I heard. I enjoyed the band’s sound. It was reminiscent of classic rock but edgy enough to keep me interested. I can’t stand copycats; they are boring. The band was called Dorothy. A couple of years later, Jim informed me that Dorothy would be playing at one of the upcoming shows. My interest was immediately peaked. They put on a decent show with a solid sound. They are worth mentioning for this post as they differ from what I usually discuss. Tell me your thoughts.
Dorothy is an American rock band led by vocalist Dorothy Martin. Formed in Los Angeles in 2014, the band’s sound is characterized by its gritty, blues-infused rock with a modern edge. Drawing inspiration from classic rock acts like Led Zeppelin and Janis Joplin, Dorothy’s music is raw, powerful, and soulful, featuring infectious riffs, soaring vocals, and electrifying performances.
Frontwoman Dorothy Martin’s distinctive voice serves as the focal point of the band’s sound, channeling a mix of vulnerability and strength that captivates listeners. With songs like “Raise Hell,” “Missile,” and “Flawless,” Dorothy delivers anthemic rock tunes that resonate with audiences, evoking a sense of empowerment and rebellion.
Since their debut, Dorothy has toured extensively, building a dedicated fanbase with their high-energy live shows and authentic, no-nonsense approach to rock music. With their dynamic sound and uncompromising attitude, Dorothy continues to make waves in the rock scene, solidifying their place as one of the genre’s most exciting acts.
Lyrics:
You said you loved me but you threw me out in the garbage
Now I’m starting to stink but everyone thinks I’m flawless
Listen to me, I can’t be what you want me to
I just came like this, I’m already black and blue
You said you loved but you put my shit on the sidewalk
You like it when I fall and you laugh when I run into the wall
You gave nothing, I put my heart out on the table
I wasn’t always willing but baby I was always able, yeah
Oh… slipping into some kinda feeling
Got me believing
Oh… coming out of all of the darkness
Now that I’m flawless
You said I was the one but you married someone half your age
She’s a groupie ex-girlfriend with a plastic face
You said you’d never go back to an old flame
Well it’s gonna make you sick when everybody hears my pain, yeah
Oh… slipping into some kinda feeling
Got me believing, baby
Oh… coming out of all of the darkness
Now that I’m flawless
Now that I
Can you feel it
Can you feel it, yeah
Can you feel it
Can you feel it, yeah
Can you feel it
Can you feel it, yeah
Can you feel it
Baby, can you feel it, yeah
Oh, slipping into some kinda feeling
Got me believing, baby, yeah
Oh, coming out of all of the darkness
Now that I’m flawless
Now that I’m
Can you feel it baby?
Now that I’m
Oh can you feel it baby?
Can you feel it, yeah
Can you feel it, yeah
Can you feel it, yeah
Oh, now that I’m flawless
Songwriters: Linda Perry, Maria Tynes.
Tonight, we are continuing with “Shop Tunes.” A few years back, my brother turned me on to this band, and I instantly added them to my playlist. Now, at least a few of their songs appear on our shop playlist. So tonight, we are featuring Radkey.
Radkey is an American rock band formed by three brothers: Dee, Isaiah, and Solomon Radke. Hailing from St. Joseph, Missouri, Radkey burst onto the music scene with their high-energy performances and gritty, punk-influenced sound. Their music is characterized by catchy melodies, driving rhythms, and raw, impassioned vocals. Drawing inspiration from classic punk and rock bands, Radkey infuses their music with a modern edge, creating a timeless and contemporary sound. With their electrifying live shows and infectious energy, Radkey has garnered a dedicated fanbase and critical acclaim, solidifying their reputation as one of the most exciting rock bands in recent years.
I’m a little behind because of my recent prolonged illness, so please forgive my tardiness. Here is my response to Glyn’s MMB.
From the moment I heard, “There’s a crack in the mirror and bloodstain on the bed,” I was floored. I wondered who the hell was this singing and what band is this? I must have listened to that song back to back for a week straight. I’m sure it wasn’t that long, but I played it repeatedly. Well, the band Concrete Blonde, and the song was Bloodletting
The opening bass line captured my attention, and I was grooving. However, when the vocals arrived mixed with powerful lyrics, I seemed to be teleported into the song. I could feel everything she was singing about. Yeah, yeah, I was young, and everything was so damn serious. It was the best thing I’d ever heard blah, blah. However, Concrete Blonde has remained one of my favorite bands throughout my lifetime. Here are the particulars:
Concrete Blonde occupies a unique and enduring place in the rich tapestry of alternative rock music. Formed in the vibrant musical landscape of Los Angeles in the 1980s, Concrete Blonde emerged as a beacon of emotional depth and musical innovation. Led by the captivating vocals and songwriting prowess of Johnette Napolitano, the band’s distinctive blend of rock, punk, and folk influences captivated audiences and earned them a devoted following. This essay explores Concrete Blonde’s evolution, impact, and enduring legacy, delving into their thematic depth, musical craftsmanship, and cultural significance.
Formation and Early Years:
Concrete Blonde traces its origins to the convergence of talents between vocalist/bassist Johnette Napolitano, guitarist James Mankey, and drummer Harry Rushakoff in the mid-1980s. Drawing inspiration from the eclectic music scene of Los Angeles, the band forged a sound that defied easy categorization, blending elements of punk, rock, folk, and alternative music. Their eponymous debut album, “Concrete Blonde,” released in 1986, showcased their raw energy and emotional intensity, laying the foundation for their subsequent success.
Thematic Depth and Musical Craftsmanship:
At the heart of Concrete Blonde’s music lies a profound exploration of the human condition, infused with love, loss, longing, and redemption themes. Johnette Napolitano’s evocative lyrics and soul-stirring vocals serve as a conduit for raw emotion, resonating with listeners on a deeply personal level. Whether channeling heartache and despair in “Joey” or exuding defiance and resilience in “Bloodletting (The Vampire Song),” Concrete Blonde’s music transcends genre boundaries, inviting listeners into a world of introspection and catharsis.
Musically, Concrete Blonde’s compositions are characterized by their dynamic arrangements, melodic hooks, and rich instrumentation. James Mankey’s masterful guitar work ranges from atmospheric textures to blistering solos, complementing Napolitano’s emotive vocals with nuance and depth. The rhythm section, anchored by Harry Rushakoff’s propulsive drumming, provides a solid foundation for the band’s sonic exploration, while guest musicians add layers of sonic richness to their sound.
Cultural Impact and Enduring Legacy:
Throughout their career, Concrete Blonde left an indelible mark on the alternative rock landscape, influencing subsequent generations of musicians and earning critical acclaim for their distinctive sound and uncompromising vision. Their breakthrough album, “Bloodletting,” released in 1990, propelled them to mainstream success, fueled by the haunting single “Joey” and the atmospheric title track “Bloodletting (The Vampire Song).” Subsequent albums, including “Walking in London” and “Mexican Moon,” further cemented their reputation as one of the preeminent bands of the alternative rock era.
Beyond their musical achievements, Concrete Blonde’s impact extends to their engagement with social and political issues, using their platform to advocate for causes ranging from environmental conservation to LGBTQ rights. Their music resonates with audiences worldwide, providing solace, inspiration, and a sense of connection in an ever-changing world.
Lyrics: Dance Along the Edge
Sometimes we laugh like children
Go running holding hands
I never felt like this before,
I never will again
Sometimes we cry like babies
I hold you to my heart.
I just can’t stand to see you sad,
It tears me all apart
And we’re so afraid and it’s such a shame,
There is no reason we should doube it.
The things we want to say we’ver never said!
And we look away and it’s all ok and
Never really talk about it
It’s a shame the way we dance along the edge
Dance along the edge.
We always seem so careful,
We’re always so unsure.
Our past mistakes they make us shakey… eyes on the door.
When do we stop searching
For what we’re searching for?
Then when it comes, we question love and try for more!
And we’re happy here, but we live in fear
We’ve seen a lot of temples crumble.
Some of flesh and blood from love under glass.
Will we come undone? Will we turn and run?
And will we know it when we find it?
It’s a game the way we dance along the edge.
And we’ll walk the line and we’ll do our time
For just as long as we’ve been given,
And pretend that we don’t hear the things they’ve said.
Can we promise love? Is it all too much
And do our old souls still believe it?
It’s insane the way we dance along the edge.
Here is my response to Jim Adams’ SLS
This prompt was a little difficult for me, because I grew up during the time when we collected 12 inch singles. So, after a bit of research, I was surprised to find one of the songs I enjoy fitting the parameters of the challenge.
The Pixies are an influential American alternative rock band formed in 1986 in Boston, Massachusetts. The band consists of Black Francis (vocals, guitar), Joey Santiago (guitar), Kim Deal (bass, vocals), and David Lovering (drums). It is known for its distinctive blend of punk, surf rock, and indie pop elements. The Pixies’ music is characterized by loud-quiet dynamics, catchy hooks, and surreal lyrics exploring themes of surrealism, mythology, and pop culture.
With iconic albums such as “Surfer Rosa” (1988) and “Doolittle” (1989), the Pixies garnered critical acclaim and a dedicated cult following, influencing a generation of alternative rock bands with their innovative sound. Hits like “Where Is My Mind?” and “Debaser” remain staples of the indie rock canon, while the band’s energetic live performances solidify their reputation as one of the most influential acts of the late 20th century. Despite periods of hiatus and lineup changes, the Pixies continue to create music and tour, leaving an indelible mark on the landscape of alternative rock.
Where is my Mind? Lyrics
Ooh
Stop
With your feet on the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimmin’
I was swimmin’ in the Caribbean
Animals were hidin’ behind the rocks
Except the little fish, bumped into me
I swear he was trying to talk to me, koi-koi
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimmin’
With your feet on the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Your head will collapse
If there’s nothing in it
And you’ll ask yourself
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Where is my mind?
Way out in the water, see it swimmin’
With your feet on the air
And your head on the ground
Try this trick and spin it, yeah
Tonight, on Late Night Grooves, we are going to feature a little shop music. Music played while working in the shop. Two brothers are jamming while the other brother is cringing as he pretends to ignore the music. Sometimes, I wonder which is more enjoyable; the tune or watching him pretend?
Tonight’s cut is from Asking Alexandria
Vultures Lyrics:
Close the curtains, cash me in
Gather photographs of the Devil you let in
Digging deep inside my soul
I don’t know, I don’t know
Where to turn
Everywhere I look, these vultures burn the life right outta me
Do I run or lay down and die?
Is it time to close my eyes?
Keep me numb, I’ll follow direction
A pawn to pass around and be bled until I’m dry
It’s hard to see what’s underneath
Is it me? Is it me?
Where do I turn?
Everywhere I look, these vultures burn the life right outta me
Do I run or lay down and die?
Is it time to close my eyes?
For so long all I’ve known, all I’ve seen’s green lights
Fuck your greed, all I need’s somewhere
To catch my breath, rest my head and ease my mind
I’ve been holding on, but my grip ain’t what it used to be
I’m much older, I’m bitter, I’m jaded, I’m lost
Can somebody give me a sign?
Where do I turn?
Everywhere I look, these vultures burn the life right outta me
Do I run or lay down and die?
Is it time to close my eyes?
Where do I turn?
Everywhere I look, these vultures burn the life right outta me
Do I run or lay down and die?
Is it time to close my eyes?
You’re writing your autobiography. What’s your opening sentence?
No one intends to fall in love with an asshole, but it happens; just ask my late wife and current girlfriend; they are the two sitting in the corner shaking their heads as they read this sentence.
What are three objects you couldn’t live without?
If I’m being honest, there are far too many I would hate to give up. I guess I’ve got soft over the years. However, if I absolutely had these three items I couldn’t live without.
1. Coffee – I don’t care about the garbage talked about drinking coffee. Bad things happen when I don’t have my coffee; don’t test me on this subject.
2. iPad Pro 12.9 – This is such a versatile tool. I can read books, Listen to audiobooks, write, and take and edit photos. I’ve been using an iPad model for over a decade. It’s hard to imagine working without one. I even tried out several versions of the Samsung tablets and compared them. Though Samsung makes a solid product, I prefer the iPad.
3. My Briefcase – My briefcase is far cooler than the one in the photo, but you get the idea. I have several items for survival contained inside.
Items may include, but are not limited to, the following:
Well, that’s it. That’s all of it.
Memoirs of Madness 