ART INSPIRED BY RDP PROMPT
“Confronting a storm is like fighting God. All the powers in the universe seem to be against you and, in an extraordinary way, your irrelevance is at the same time both humbling and exalting.”
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ART INSPIRED BY RDP PROMPT
“Confronting a storm is like fighting God. All the powers in the universe seem to be against you and, in an extraordinary way, your irrelevance is at the same time both humbling and exalting.”
The Yellowjackets
In several previous posts, you’ve heard me yammer on about my musical journey and how different things in my life helped establish my evolving musical tastes. During the 1980s, I became a fan of jazz and the sub-genre of jazz fusion. This was spurred by my introduction to Al Dimeola, legendary guitarist of the Jazz Fusion trio Romantic Warrior. As I drove deeper into jazz fusion, I discovered “The Yellowjackets.”
The Yellowjackets are a highly influential American jazz fusion band formed in 1977 in Los Angeles. Assembled initially as a backup band for guitarist Robben Ford, they evolved into one of jazz’s most respected groups. Ford left the band to pursue a different musical direction after recording their first album. The track Rush Hour on their 1981 self-titled release is often considered Robben Ford’s best work.
After Ford’s departure, the band continued as a trio. Despite Ford’s departure, the band maintained the sound band established with Ford. Mirage a Trois (1983) marked the transition of the band’s sound into a direction. They added saxophonist Marc Russo to add in the transition. Their album Shades (1986) cemented their sound, unique to their previous sound.
The band currently consists of:
Throughout their 43-year history, the Yellowjackets have recorded 25 albums and received 17 Grammy nominations, winning two. Modern rhythms, strong melodies, and innovative jazz fusion compositions characterize their music.
Here is an interesting article about the Dollar Tree. It illustrates a condition we seldom want to discuss openly.
Here is my response to the Weekend Writing Prompt – Diamond
Fractured light danced through the diamond’s heart, each facet holding a universe of trapped rainbows and whispered secrets.
Here is my response to the Weekend Writing Prompt – Hunter
The hunter moved through mist that tasted of stardust and forgotten dreams. Her arrows, woven from moonbeams, hung weightless in a quiver made of twilight shadows. Each step left crystalline footprints that bloomed into phosphorescent flowers, their petals humming ancient lullabies. Above, constellations rearranged themselves like curious children watching her passage. She was hunting something that existed between heartbeats, a creature born in the space between reality and imagination. Its trail was a ribbon of liquid silver, leading her deeper into a forest where trees whispered in languages lost to time.
As it turns out, my favorite cartoon hasn’t changed in a year. Imagine that! I suppose I could make up something about how I loved SpaceGhost or He-Man, but I’d be lying, and you guys would see right through it
uld see right through it
The forest stood still, ancient and unyielding as if defying time itself. But now, a strange silence hung in the air—not the serene quiet of life breathing gently, but the uneasy hush of something amiss. The once-crystal stream that wound through the heart of the woods, a lifeline to countless creatures, was no longer clear. Its waters, tainted with an oily sheen, seemed to pollute the very essence of the forest’s soul.
A deer approached hesitantly, its hooves crunching softly on the brittle grass. It bent to drink but recoiled, sensing something wrong. The poison ran deeper than just the water; it was in the air, the earth, the whispers of the leaves. Who had done this? Who could destroy something so pure, so vital?
Perhaps it was the folly of man, always reaching, always taking. It was greed that sought to conquer instead of coexist. Or perhaps—just perhaps—it was the forest itself, tired of centuries of neglect, silently fighting back in ways no one yet understood.
The trees shivered as if sharing a secret, their shadows casting long and mournful patterns across the poisoned ground. And as the sun dipped below the horizon, the forest seemed to sigh, wondering if salvation was still possible in a world so carelessly polluted by those who claimed to love it.
I got caught up in listening for candidates for tonight’s post. I must have listened to nearly every song from the 80s. Of course, I didn’t, but it felt that way. There were several tracks I found myself dancing to—well, at least what passes for dancing in my current condition. Then, there were others that I simply shook my head, wondering how these songs were recorded. But tonight, I’m featuring another track track I actually enjoyed. Again, it isn’t a lyrical masterpiece, nor does it please you sonically. Yet, there is something about this track that still makes me smile.
Here’s E.U. classic – Da Butt
For some reason, Jetpak likes to recycle questions for their prompts. Usually, when this happens, I either ignore the question or provide a different answer. However, my previous response is still valid since this prompt was only asked a few months ago.
Tonight, our silly song from the 80s is one of my favorites. Wall of Voodoo came out of nowhere to record this track. I think I enjoyed it so much, because it so different than the rest of the tracks of the time. The lyrics were ridiculous, but not to point of being absurd. It’s a fun song I sang along with over many drunken nights.
Tonight, we continue with the silly songs of the 1980s. I remember playing this game at the arcade and later on the Atari 2600. I had forgotten about this track until I started researching the era. Those who remember this track are probably shaking their heads. For those who love 80s music, this track will demonstrate that we didn’t always get it right.
In the vicinity of forgotten dreams, shadows whispered ancient tales. Moonlight painted silver streaks across crumbling walls, while time stood still. Echoes of laughter drifted through empty corridors, carrying memories of those who once walked these halls into the velvet night.
One of the things I enjoy the most about listening to music is finding artists who aren’t part of mainstream popularity. It’s rewarding to watch your discovery become super famous, but sometimes, you want to stay small. It’s having your own secret band in your back pocket. Tenpenny Joke is such a band.
Tenpenny Joke was an Australian rock band from Melbourne’s Mornington Peninsula in 1997. They made their mark in the melodic rock scene.
Musical Journey
The band achieved a significant milestone in 2004 when they signed with Shock Records/Sing Sing Productions. Their debut album, “Ambush on All Sides,” was released in 2005. It was produced by Matt Voigt, known for his work with The Living End, Kiss, and Aaliyah.
Band Lineup
Musical Style and Impact
Their sound was primarily melodic rock, incorporating progressive and alternative elements. The band gained international recognition, receiving airplay across multiple countries, including the US, UK, Europe, New Zealand, and Asia. They were particularly successful in Japan, where their track “Across The Ocean” became highly requested on Yellowbeat radio.
Notable Works
Ambush on All Sides” (2005) – Full-length album
Since I’ve been talking about 80s music lately, I figured I would list a rarely known band from that period.
Vandenberg is a Dutch-American hard rock band formed in 1981 in Amsterdam by guitarist Adrian “Adje” van den Berg. The band achieved international success in the 1980s before their guitarist joined Whitesnake and later experienced a revival in recent years.
Notable Achievements
The band’s breakthrough came with their debut album, recorded at Jimmy Page’s studio. This album spawned their biggest hit, “Burning Heart,” which reached #39 on the U.S. Billboard Hot 100. The band toured extensively as opening acts for major artists like Ozzy Osbourne and KISS.
Notable Songs
The original 1981 lineup of Vandenberg consisted of:
Recent Activity
After a long hiatus, Vandenberg returned in 2020 with a new lineup and released their comeback album “2020”. In 2023, they released their latest album, “Sin,” featuring vocalist Mats Levén, drummer Koen Herfst, and bassist Randy van der Elsen.
Last night, we discussed silly songs from the 80s. We find several of these songs silly today, but back then, we sang them with all our hearts. When we hear them today, we smile about the memories and laugh at their ridiculousness. So, tonight I like to continue with what I started the week.
Here’s The Knack, with My Sharona
It’s been a while since I posted anything in this category. It feels good to be back. I read earlier today that someone posted about Dexy’s Midnight Runners. I had a hard flashback to that period and its music, so I took a look back into the past to see some of the songs that were released during that time.
My submission for Hugh’s Views & News blog, Wordless Wednesday post.

I’m sure the first time I answered this question, I probably attempted to say something clever or mildly entertaining. Honestly, I can’t even remember. The school was fine, and I liked the subject well enough. As far as my favorite subject, it probably has something to do with english or history.
The thing I remember most, perhaps for a time the only thing that mattered, were snow days. Winters were winters back then, snow covered every surface. A cold, wet beauty for all to wonder. Our parents dressed us in snowsuits to keep warm. They weren’t worried about fashion or any of that garbage. Our gloves were tied to a string which fed through the arms of our snowsuits. They did this so we wouldn’t lose our gloves or mittens. Our snowsuits were are our armor and we were knights ready for battle.
We were architects, engineers, athletes, and anything we wanted to be. We would spend all day waiting by the radio announcement declaring school was closed. Once we had it, we’d bolt outside and begin building forts and stockpiling snowballs. Within hours, we had everything ready for the battle. We knew only had one day. There were rarely two snow days in a row. The battle would ensue. For the next few hours we battled until our tiny bodies gave out.
We heard our mother’s calling us back inside before we got frostbite or catch your death. They would unthaw us with hot cocoa. I remember so days we got fancy and added marshmellows. Yes, I said add them we didn’t have fancy premade packets. Our mothers made the hot cocoa on the stive and we waited patiencly for each cup. Our wet snowsuits would lay on the back of the chairs. Small puddles forming on the floor. Our boots stuffed with newspaper, because the newspaper absorbs the water out of our boots.

thrills of change scatter plans, reflections of forgotten dreams, in the unexpected wind and rain.
CHALLENGE RESPONSE – WWP
Silence breathed whispers from the shadows, cloaked forgotten secrets slow dance. Memories and promises entwined like lovers, in madness in darkness.

Halloween is just around the corner, and what better way to get into the spooky spirit than by exploring some of the world’s most haunted …
Top 5 Spooky Haunted Destinations
I read this piece last year and enjoyed it immensely. It asked a question that keeps me honest.

A poem in Vietnamese by Lê Vĩnh TàiTranslator: Nguyễn Thị Phương TrâmPhotography: Nguyễn Thị Phương Trâm The Strand NYC A poet was taking a …
Do you need 5 people to love you or 5000 followers?

Sophia Tallon has published 5 Big Distractions From Writing and How to Beat Them, by Ben Starling at her site. “How do to defeat distractions and stay on top of targets? Some times I don’t. But I’ve found a few plans for conquering my distractions that work well for me most of the time. Perhaps […]
5 Big Distractions From Writing & How To Beat Them — Ben Starling
I reblogged this post last year, and it is still relevant.
On The Necessity of Flawed Characters

I’ve gotten super into podcasts in this past year (file under #latetotheparty). Why? I think I thought they were all nonfictional musings on things. …
On The Necessity of Flawed Characters
After reading some music posts this morning, I realized I have the opportunity to combine Glyn’s and Jim’s challenges. Let’s get at it…
Here is my response to Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag
In 1998, I was on assignment in Wisconsin, and during my downtime, I attended several music festivals. One night, the fellows and I were captured by a funky bassline. We followed the sound, expecting a black guy jamming on the bass, but that wasn’t what we saw.
We were shocked and later pushed aside our stereotypes and prejudices. We stood listening to a long-haired, tall caucasian male pumping the bass with everything he had. The joyful expression on his face was captivating. Yet, he wasn’t the star of the show. A short-haired woman belted out a bluesy rock rendition of the Aretha Franklin classic Respect.
It was one of the most powerful, energetic, and soulful performances I ever saw from a smaller band. Immediately, I became a fan and grooved the entire set. My musical taste varies depending on my mood, but I wasn’t expecting my companions to enjoy the show. I knew the music they listened to regularly, and it wasn’t anything like this.
“Who are these guys?” we shouted.
They were Tina and the B-Side Movement.
Here are the particulars:
Tina and the B-Side Movement, later known simply as Tina and the B-Sides, emerged as one of Minneapolis’s most influential and beloved rock bands in the late 1980s and 1990s. Led by the charismatic and talented Tina Schlieske, the group carved out a unique space in the Midwest music scene with its blend of bluesy rock, folk-inspired Americana, and raw energy.
Origins and Early Years
The band’s story begins with Tina Schlieske, who caught the music bug early in life. Growing up in the suburb of Apple Valley, Minnesota, Schlieske was drawn to the vibrant Minneapolis music scene of the 1980s. Inspired by a diverse range of artists, including Aretha Franklin, David Bowie, Janis Joplin, and Elvis Presley, Schlieske began sneaking into clubs to perform as early as 1984, well before she was of legal age.
Gradually, Schlieske assembled a band that would become Tina and the B-Side Movement. The group’s name evolved over time, starting as a joke referencing “bowel movement” before settling on the B-Side Movement, a nod to the B-side of records that often contained hidden gems.
Musical Style and Influences
Tina and the B-Sides developed a sound that defied easy categorization. Their music was a tight fusion of bluesy rock, folk-inspired melodies, and roughly hewn Americana[1]. This eclectic mix reflected Schlieske’s diverse musical influences and her desire to avoid being pigeonholed into any one genre.
Schlieske’s powerful vocals were at the heart of the band’s sound. Her sister Laura Schlieske also contributed vocals, creating a dynamic that often evoked the spirit of a tent revival[2]. The band’s lineup evolved over the years but typically included guitars, bass, drums, and keyboards, creating a full, robust sound that could fill any venue, from small clubs to large outdoor amphitheaters.
Rise to Prominence
Tina and the B-Sides built their reputation through relentless touring and energetic live performances. They played every club that would have them, gradually building a devoted following across the Midwest[1]. Their popularity proliferated, particularly in cities like Chicago, Milwaukee, and Madison, as well as throughout their home state of Minnesota.
The band’s DIY ethos was evident in their early releases. Their debut album, “Tina and the B-Side Movement,” was released in 1989 on Schlieske’s own label, Movement Records. This was followed by “Young Americans” in 1992 and “Monster” in 1994, all self-released and promoted through grassroots efforts and constant touring.
Live Performances and Reputation
Throughout the 1990s, Tina and the B-Sides became known for their electrifying live shows. They earned a reputation as one of the best bar bands in America, packing venues wherever they played[2]. The chemistry between band members, particularly between Tina and Laura Schlieske, was a highlight of their performances.
Their popularity in Minneapolis was particularly notable. The band played multiple sold-out shows at the famous First Avenue venue, earning them a coveted star on the club’s exterior wall. This honor placed them alongside Minnesota music legends like Prince, The Replacements, and Hüsker Dü.
Here is one of my favorite tracks…
You’re my daughter and my son
You are my chosen one
You will always be
Unconditional love
Lifetime to learn
Maybe somehow
We will learn to love again
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
We are so out of place
Me you and them
And then all our fears
All hidden tears
Maybe somehow
We will learn to love again
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
You’re my daughter and you are my son
Not too hard to understand
You’re my brother and my sister too
All about the point of view
I can see it in your eyes sometimes
You afraid and so am I
Only love will be the only way
One day you will understand
You’re my daughter and my son
I’ve hundreds of bands live and witnessed several unforgettable performances. However, I say confidently that Tina and the B-Sides is still one of my favorites.
The following summer, I felt a little lost without my music buddy, so I spent a few weeks repairing cars before spending the rest of the summer working at a radio station. I never reached the booth, but I enjoyed the music. One of the DJs showed up at a party one night and remembered me from the station. A few of us spent the evening talking about the music that really moved us. We talked about the tracks that were never heard on the radio or seldom heard at parties. This was the first time I can remember talking to a group of individuals devoted to the appreciation of music. I didn’t want the evening to end, but evenings like that make the most precious memories. It’s evenings like most come to an end like every marathon has a finish line.
5…4…3…2…1
Here is Jones Hoops (Acoustic)
I first learned about reggae by listening to a Bob Marley tape I got from a girl. She had a pixie cut with a long bang and plenty of attitude. We drank a lot of alcohol and smoked a ton of cigarettes listening to Dead Milkman, Butthole Surfers, Fishbone, and bands like that. We thought we were smarter than everyone else, but we weren’t. That was one wild summer that I barely remember, but the music was intense, and its power has fueled my love for music throughout my life. Here’s a track from that summer.
Desmond Dekker (1941–2006) was a pioneering Jamaican ska and reggae musician best known for popularizing these genres internationally. His 1968 hit “Israelites” was one of the first Jamaican songs to achieve significant success in the UK and the US, helping to introduce reggae to a global audience. Dekker’s music often focused on social issues, blending upbeat rhythms with lyrics that addressed poverty, inequality, and the struggles of the working class. He is regarded as a foundational figure in Jamaican music, influencing later reggae and ska artists.
Straight from the guilty pleasure archives, I’m featuring a Linda Ronstadt track.
For the 120th episode of LNG, I decided to change things up a bit. Tonight, I’ll feature the vocal talents of one man who is loved and admired by all: Mr. Richard Pryor.
Ya’ll know I don’t ever act right
So, if that surprised you, then you will enjoy this … Penny Marshall, AKA Laverne breakdancing
This evening’s track was partly inspired by Glyn Wilton at Mixed Music Bag. I’ve been reading some of his missed posts and noticed several bands from the ’70s. The other part is one of my nephews recently introduced me to a track by the music group Daft Punk. The track was phenomenal. I discovered musician Giorgio Moroder. I discovered that Giorgio Moroder co-wrote and produced one of my favorite tracks from the Disco era. The track is “I Feel Love” by the legendary Donna Summer. We lost the legend on May 17, 2012.
Here is the 12inch version of I Feel Love by Donna Summer
The first video I ever watched was on Mtv. I had a crush on Martha Quinn and listened to every video she played as if it were her personal playlist. I thought this song was catchy, but I had no idea what it meant. I do now.
The Buggles – Video killed the Radio Star
The Fixx is another band I’ve placed in the guilty pleasure category. I don’t listen to them often, but I always enjoy them when I do. Also, it’s one of those bands I wish I could remember to drive deeper into their catalog to see if I could find some gems. Perhaps, rediscover a few tracks I’ve forgotten about. The track I’m featuring tonight isn’t my favorite by the band, but it is one of their bigger hits.
The Fixx – Are We Ourselves?
Radiohead is a band I never really paid attention to. The other day, I heard something that my caught my attention. Exit Music is one of those that just kinda snuck up on me. Though it will never be a track that slides into rotation, I know I will enjoy it from time to time.
Exit Music by Radiohead
The Boomtown Rats …. I Don’t Like Mondays
In 1993, What’s Love Got To Do With It? hit the silver screen. We watched it once it was available on VHS. It was the first movie for which I bought the soundtrack. Normally, I acquire the soundtrack much later. I even have soundtracks for films I have never seen. Of course, this movie and soundtrack became my wife’s favorite for some time. She’d play and sing along to this soundtrack nearly every day, then one day, it stopped. I nearly asked her what happened, but I thought better of it.
Don’t misunderstand me; I enjoyed the soundtrack, just not every day. Thank God for the Yahama studio headphones she had bought me years earlier. She and my younger daughters would stand in the living room and sing “Rock Me Baby.” On the anniversary of her passing, memories of her still rock me …
One of my favorite artists is Prince. Like many, I’ve listened to his music for decades. Tonight, on LNG, I’m featuring one of his deep cuts called Joy In Repetition. Joy in Repetition was released on Prince’s 1990 album Graffiti Bridge. The track has a hypnotic, funk-infused groove and is known for its minimal yet atmospheric production. Lyrically, it tells the story of a man who enters a nightclub and becomes captivated by a woman singing the same phrase over and over, reflecting on the powerful emotions stirred by the repetition.
Tonight on LNG, I’m featuring a track from my guilty pleasure playlist. I discovered this artist while watching a television program. I had no idea how much I would enjoy his music. Ray LaMontagne is a soulful artist with an impressive song catalog.
Here is one of my favorites … Jolene
I feel I need a little Elvis Costello …
Hello everyone,
You may have noticed that things here at the Memoirs of Madness have been a little spotty. I apologize for that; I really do. It’s been a rough year for me health-wise, and though I’m much better, I’ve been dealing with the emotional side of things. I’ve been wondering how the hell I made it through all this and other questions that arise when dealing with health issues as one ages.
So, in the next few weeks, I will be making some changes to the blog. More precisely, I will focus on cleaning up dead links, adding new pages, removing old pages, and such. This is an attempt to improve the blog’s UI/UX. I will announce the changes as they happen; please let me know if I muck something up. Any suggestions are welcome. Until next time … wish me luck.
RIP Tito Jackson of the The Jackson 5 and The Jacksons…
RIP Frankie Beverly (1946 – 2024) … Happy Feelin’s by Frankie Beverly and Maze
Ladies and Gentlemen …Bon Scott and AC/DC … Night Prowler
I found this on Reddit and laughed my butt off. Once I saw it, I couldn’t unsee it. What are your thoughts???

I found this post on Reddit. I remember these things. I thought I was a soldier on the U.S.S. Enterprise
Tonight on LNG, we are resuming the theme from last week, which was TV theme songs. Tonight, we are featuring a classic from the legend Quincy Jones. Quincy Jones started as a jazz trumpeter but transitioned to composing and producing. The TV theme of the night is from Sanford & Son. Sanford & Son will as be one of my favorite television programs. I still laugh at the antics of Fred and Lamont.
Sanford and Son‘s theme is a funky, upbeat instrumental piece called “The Streetbeater.” Its lively rhythm, driven by brass and percussion, perfectly matches the show’s comedic tone. The theme reflects the series’s vibrant, often chaotic world, which follows Fred Sanford, a junk dealer, and his son, Lamont, as they navigate life and business in a working-class neighborhood.
Lately, I’ve gotten into the habit of overthinking each of the challenges I usually participate in here on WordPress. So, when I read this challenge, I decided to explore all the television programs I could remember from my youth. I used AI to assist with this project, and of course, AI started repeating television shows. So, I had to rely on my memory. So, here are the television shows I can remember watching as a kid. This list only includes only the television shows that I enjoyed.
1. All in the Family (1971–1979)
2. M*A*S*H (1972–1983)
3. Hawaii Five-O (1968–1980)
4. Happy Days (1974–1984)
5. Laverne & Shirley (1976–1983)
6. The White Shadow (1978–1981)
7. Sanford and Son (1972–1977)
8. The Streets of San Francisco (1972–1977)
9. Charlie’s Angels (1976–1981)
10. The Love Boat (1977–1987)
11. The Six Million Dollar Man (1974–1978)
12. The Bionic Woman (1976–1978)
13. Columbo (1971–2003)
14. The Jeffersons (1975–1985)
15. Good Times (1974–1979)
16. Kojak (1973–1978)
17. Starsky & Hutch (1975–1979)
18. Wonder Woman (1975–1979)
19. Taxi (1978–1983)
20. What’s Happening!! (1976 – 1979)
21. WKRP in Cincinnati (1978–1982)
22. Welcome Back, Kotter (1975–1979)
23. Fantasy Island (1977–1984)
24. Barnaby Jones (1973–1980)
25. Three’s Company (1977 – 1984)
26. Barney Miller (1975–1982)
27. The Rockford Files (1974–1980)
28. Chico and the Man (1974–1978)
29. Get Smart (1965–1970)
30. Soap (1977–1981)
31. Quincy, M.E. (1976–1983)
32. The Mod Squad (1968–1973)
33. McMillan & Wife (1971–1977)
34. Bonanza (1959–1973)
35. The Beverly Hillbillies (1962–1971)
36. The Night Stalker (1974–1975)
37. Maude (1972–1978)
38. Police Woman (1974–1978)
39. One Day at a Time (1975–1984)
40. Room 222 (1969–1974)
41. Ironside (1967–1975)
42. Mission: Impossible (1966–1973)
43. Gunsmoke (1955–1975)
44. S.W.A.T. (1975–1976)
45. Rhoda (1974–1978)
46. Baretta (1975–1978)
47. The Paper Chase (1978–1979)
48. Rawhide (1959 – 1965)
49. Magnum P.I. (1980 – 1988)
50. Airwolf (1984 – 1987)
I only listed 50 shows; I figured that was enough. I actually got close to nearly 75 shows. I think this is as much a memory exercise as anything else. It was fun reminiscing about my youth. One thing that occurred to me was that I watched too much television.
Tonight on LNG, we are going to try something a little different. The concert crew has drug me out the house for my first show of the year. To see one of my favorite bands of the new stuff. They didn’t listen to my usual excuses for not going.
So, the band playing is Badflower. I got a special treat with Des Roc, which is one of the biggest surprises of last year before i got ill. Des Roc is out of New York, a piece band with a big sound.
Here is some live footage:
Uploading video over my cellular network is slow.
This is the opening band for Badflower. Stay tuned for the next post featuring Badflower.
Tonight’s theme song comes from the long-running Soap Opera General Hospital. I was living in Germany and brought home a new CD by a jazz artist I had never heard of. While listening to the CD in my study my wife came in, excited about a track playing. Then she explained why.
“Faces of the Heart” is a smooth jazz instrumental piece by saxophonist Dave Koz. Released in 1993, it was the theme song for the long-running American daytime television drama “General Hospital.” The track is characterized by its emotive saxophone melodies. It has become one of Koz’s signature pieces, blending a mellow, romantic vibe with a sense of drama, making it a memorable and recognizable tune for jazz fans and the TV show.
Tonight on LNG, we are continuing with the TV theme songs. One of my favorites is the one from Barney Miller. I searched for years to buy the CD, but never found enough information. What I did see were several covers of the track. All of the covers were actually pretty good, but I still wanted to know the origin of this track. Even trying to find a video for this post was difficult.
The theme song to “Barney Miller” is a distinctive jazz-funk instrumental composed by Jack Elliott and Allyn Ferguson. It features a catchy bassline that sets a laid-back yet rhythmic tone, perfectly reflecting the show’s blend of humor and the everyday challenges faced by a New York City police precinct. The theme’s groove became iconic, capturing the essence of the 1970s era in which the show was set.
Cast of Musicians
Jack Elliot – Co-Composer
Allyn Ferguson – Co-Composer and Pianist
Dan Ferguson – Guitarist
Paul Humphrey – Drummer
Chuck Findley – Trumpeter
Chuck Berghofer – Bass Player
This week on LNG, we will feature TV theme songs. These songs are as much a part of culture as baseball and apple pie. Each generation uses its own genre of music in these shows. Tonight, I’m going to feature one of my favorites.
“Angela,” composed by Bob James, is a smooth jazz instrumental that gained popularity as the theme song for the TV show Taxi. Released in 1978 on Bob James’ album Touchdown, the song features a laid-back, mellow melody with a prominent piano line, characteristic of James’ style. The composition evokes a sense of calm and introspection, making it a standout piece in the smooth jazz genre and a recognizable tune for show fans. Its relaxed tempo and gentle harmonies have made it a timeless piece, often associated with nostalgia.
I think it’s essential to establish a routine as a writer. Many of the greats discuss this technique in several books about writing. The post below offers some tips.
I like to keep you folks guessing about what I’m feature each night. This one is even a surprise to me. I was watching a TV show and heard this song. I couldn’t get it out of my mind. So, here is a little country …
We are switching gears again on LNG. I’m playing another from my 80s playlist. XTC is one of those bands that creeps up on you when you listen to the album. The most popular song from their Skylarking album is Dear God. However, I’ve always enjoyed this track.
Have a listen…
My friend Glyn commented about Ronnie James Dio’s vocal prowess during his time with Rainbow. I always forget about his time with Rainbow. Perhaps it’s because when I think about the band, I remember the tracks, All Night Long from the Down to Earth album (1979) with Graham Bonnet on vocals and Stone Cold from the Straight Between the Eyes album (1983) with Joe Lynn Turner lending with vocals.
Ironically, my favorite Rainbow track is done by Ronnie James Dio.
Here’s that track …
One of history’s most well-known rock & roll songs is Back in Black by AC/DC. Like many, I’ve jammed to that song and many others from that legendary album. When I started writing this post, I had decided on a song that I wanted to discuss, but I realized it wasn’t on this album. However, it fits a future post. The Back in Black features several other tracks besides the title track that cement it into Rock and Roll history as one the best albums.
My favorite track on that album is a little number called Shake a Leg. I can’t really explain it. Even now, I can hear Brian Johnson wailing,
“Idle juvenile on the street, on the street
Kickin’ everything with his feet, with his feet
Fightin’ on the wrong side of the law, of the law, yeah
Don’t kick, don’t fight, don’t sleep at night and shake a legShake a leg
Shake a leg
Shake it again”
Perhaps it spoke to my restless soul. I can’t be sure, but I love that song …
Here it is …
We need to reset a bit tonight. I need to play a little something the Madre would love—the kind of thing that made her tap her feet and sway to the groove. The Madre turned me on to Otis Redding. Nah, she didn’t sit me down and tell me this is what music really sounds like and all that, but she played it in the house, which meant it was good.
Otis Redding …
One of the most popular albums of my youth was Dio’s Hold Diver. The best-known tracks from that album were Holy Diver and Rainbows in the Dark. The track Holy Diver has been covered more times than I can count. Some of the covers are rather interesting, but I still prefer the original. My nephew says I’m stubborn that way. I chuckle every time I think about it because he’s probably right.
Ronnie James Dio sang with Black Sabbath for a while, so many of my friends felt the necessity to discuss who the better singer was, Ozzy or Ronnie James. As that topic could be addressed adequately over a keg of beer, they tried until they were summoned by the porcelain god, Ralph. However, a buddy dubbed me a cassette of Holy Diver, and I listened.
As the album plays over my Sennheisers as I write this post, I find myself singing along with the track Invisible. It has always been my favorite track from the Holy Diver album. So, here it is …
I’ve always thought this album cover was righteous.
I’ve had a few conversations about the previous LNG, so I decided to continue that groove. So, this week, I will feature tracks from my childhood. I mean, the stuff that might not have been as popular with my friends but holds a special place with me. Tonight, we will feature the Canadian band Rush. Most of my friends were huge fans of Tom Sawyer and played endlessly. They’d hush conversations when it came on the radio and turn it up. You dare not utter a word turning Neil Peart’s drum solo. However, I always preferred Limelight. So, here’s Limelight by Rush.
We are continuing the jazz groove tonight on LNG with a classic featuring two music legends. One of my favorite collaborations. Ladies and gentlemen, Grover Washington Jr. and Bill Withers.


As a bonus, here is an exciting cover of the classic. I enjoy their interpretation of the classic. Let’s give it a listen, shall we?
It might be Jazz week …
We are switching grooves yet again…
Why not?
Back in the 90’s, one of my soldiers was playing this band in my office. At the time I had a hard rule “No Unauthorized Tunage.” He wasn’t expecting me, so I allow him to explain himself. There were words, but I didn’t hear them. I walked out of the office and checked on the team in the another location.
We went on training mission and he started playing this group while we were traveling. I’ve been hooked every since.
Here’s Pennywise …
I can’t explain why does song caught my attention, but it did. I used to listen to it on road trips on Spotify, but it was removed from my playlist. However, YouTube has saved the day
Here is a interesting little number I ran into some time ago. I liked the sound.

Good Afternoon, I opened with this line this morning
“I watched the dawn burn away the night.”
I asked my cat what she thought of that line.
This was her response …
Everyone’s a damn critic. I shook my head, and of course, she was unaffected.
Really? I asked
Her response
You a little sh**! My muse had decided to take the form of my cat. My actual cat, Sophie, looks at me as if I have finally lost my mind.
Well, I do write the Memoirs of Madness…

Lately, we have changed the pace on LNG and we will continue exploring tracks within the different genres. Tonight,, we’ll featuring the music of David Gray.
Tonight on LNG, we introducing a new artist to LNG. I got turned on to this artist a few years back. I was surprised that I enjoyed the range of his music.
Here’s is Amos Lee …
I found about this artist a few years back and I made a note of him. I don’t listen to him a great deal, but I have been expanding my musical tastes. Here’s Jason Isbell…
Marc Cohn rose to fame with his track “Walking in Memphis.” The track got tremendous airplay; I still hear it on oldie radio stations occasionally. However, though I enjoyed the track, his sophomore “The Rainy Season” made me a fan. Like any true fan, I went back and listened to his previous work and found this little number I find enjoyable.
Howdy Peeps, tonight on LNG, we are featuring an artist that we’ve never featured before. I’ve listened to him in passing for many years, but somehow he has never into regular rotation.
Here’s T-Bone Burnett..
Tonight on LNG, we’ll play a track that I had forgotten about from this artist. Usually, when I hear Donovan I immediately think of “Spirit in the Sky”, which happens to be a longtime favorite of mine. This particular track doesn’t hit my radar, but I heard it on the radio yesterday.
Donovan’s “Season of the Witch”:
Tonight on LNG, I will play some punk tonight. I’m in that kind of mood.
The Ramones…
The Kinks…
What up? Tonight, we are going to play another classic. You know, that’s pretty much all I play. This time, I’m going to take a turn a bit. It’s still going to be good but a little different from what you are used to hearing on this channel. I’m in a mood today, good, bad, or indifferent, but a mood nonetheless. So, folks, here is a little Funkadelic
I haven’t lived a life where someone would dare name something after me. I think it would be a constant reminder of how much I annoyed them with my shenanigans. I’m okay with that, really. However, someone might just a found a museum. I do remember a woman saying to me once, “They ought to establish a museum for folks like you.”
“A museum?” I asked
She nods, “A museum for knuckleheads.”
I laughed and she married me a year later.
Howdy folks, tonight on LNG, we will crank it up a little. I’m up late researching an article. My sleep cycle is trashed. Don’t get me started. So, I need a little music that will keep me charged until Slumber whispers that sweet lullaby in my ear. Her voice is so soft and melodic. I wish she came every night, but she is like a seductress, giving me just enough to want more. Since she gonna act like that … here’s a little for ya!
Did you like that slumber, huh? Here’s another for good measure, HA!
Danish heavy metal is nice! Very nice!
Hey folks, I’m back with another edition of LNG. I know its been a while but I’ve been in another region of my mind and good to be back. I’ve writing all day and it’s good to close the night with a chill classic. It’s hard to believe this track is a classic now, but it is. Tonight’s track is from a band that may be forgotten. However, you hear the track, you’ll remember it. I hope. But, if you haven’t heard this track before perhaps its something you may want to explore later.
My editor threatened to quit if I didn’t stop playing around with AI imagery. Normally, I don’t respond well to threats, but in her case, I’d be a good boy and start writing again. So long, lovely people who reside in the splinters of my mind. Well, not really so long, but your visualization will have to wait for a bit. Now, don’t pout. Hey, missy, why are you looking at me in that tone of voice? That goes double for you, mister!
Sorry about that. Can you believe these people? Trying to get out of my head any way they can, the nerve! As I was saying, I’m going to do a little for the next couple of days. Is that alright with you folks?
I hear the fluttering of its wings, my breathing quickens, and my heart begins to pound. My fingers inch their way to my inkwell. My quill and inkwell shun me.
“Come on, now don’t be like that!” I plead
My quill gives me a quick look, but my inkwell is not having any of it. He has been fooled before. I pause for a moment, thinking. Then, it occurs to me.
“Alexa! Oh, Alexa, Prince, please!”
“Playing Prince from Spotify playlist “They funky Sh**!” She replies as her blue lights lit the room. I watch the Inkwell begin to groove.
“Don’t hurt yourself, now!” I tease
“Shut up and write!” The Inkwell replies
So, the inkwell, quill, and Sophie continue grooving. I chuckle as I pick up the laptop and begin to do my thing.
To defend poetry effectively, we must first address a fundamental question: what is poetry? Only by answering this can we adequately defend it. My initial observation is that poetry itself requires no defense; it is the expression of poetry that sometimes needs defending. This notion may be provocative to some poets and poetry lovers, but I aim to clarify my point.
Poetry embodies the life we live; it surrounds us in every moment, from the warmth of a smile to the pain of loss. All of this is poetry. Humanity tends to categorize and label things, trying to define them to understand them better. This is a natural part of our daily lives. As we sort things into their rightful places, we find that some things fit effortlessly—poetry is one of those things. To me, poetry is like a butterfly that flutters unpredictably. We chase it, knowing we might never catch it, but the pursuit itself is joyful.
Suppose we do catch the butterfly. We place it in a jar with holes in the lid, displaying it for all to see. We admire its beauty daily, its vibrant colors that lie somewhere between soft and crisp. However, we often forget the most enchanting aspect of the butterfly: its flight. With the wings no longer spreading and the butterfly immobilized, it becomes a lifeless specimen on display—a reflection on a painted wall, devoid of the life that once captivated us.
The challenge arises in the expression of poetry. People start using words like “hate” or even stronger terms because, while they understand the essence of poetry as part of their lived experience, they feel alienated by its formal expressions. Terms like sonnet, haiku, and other forms can make us cringe or shy away, burdened by preconceived notions about what we will read or refuse to read. What we need is poetry—life—written in a way that people can appreciate, understand, and perhaps even come to love.
Thus, poetry doesn’t need defending; it needs to be set free. We should all have the chance to chase butterflies. I know I would love to.
Her lips told me I was just a fragment of a daydream put to words on a rugged day
