Tuesday, May 31, 2011

Memorial Day Weekend

Three day weekends are a killer. I have a post-holiday, too much travel, too much food, too much excitement, too many memories of too many people who have passed, hang-over. For the rest of the week I'll be confused about what day it is. Hope your weekend went well.

Friday, May 27, 2011

Mid-Nineteen Sixties Garage-Punk Sound 3


Hey Joe by The Leaves

Hey, Joe, where you going
With that gun in your hand?
I said, hey, Joe, where you going
With that gun in your hand?

I'm going out and find my woman now
She's been running around with some other man
I said, I'm going out to find my woman
She's been running around with some other man

Hey, Joe, now
What are you gonna do?
Hey, Joe, tell me
What are you gonna do?

Well, I guess I'll shoot my woman now
That's what I'll do
Said, I guess I'll shoot them both
Before I'm through

Hey, Joe, tell me
What are you gonna do?
Hey, Joe, I said
What are you gonna do?

Well, I guess I'll go down
To my place in Mexico
Said, I guess I'll go down
To where a man can be free

And there ain't gonna be no
Hangman's ropes gonna be
Put around me

Thursday, May 26, 2011

Mid-Nineteen Sixties Garage-Punk Sound 2


Talk, Talk by The Music Machine

I got me a complication
And it's an only child
Concernin' my reputation
As something more than wild

I know it serves me right
But I can't sleep at night
Have to hide my face
Or go some other play-ay-ay-ay-ay-ace

I won't cry out for justice
Admit that I was wrong
I'll stay in hibernation
'Til the talk subsides to gone

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size


Can't seem to talk about
The things that bother me
Seems to be
What everybody has
Against me

Oh, oh, all right

Here's the situation
And how it really stands
I'm out of circulation
I've all but washed my hands

My social life's a dud
My name is really mud
I'm up to here in lies
I guess I'm down to size
To size

Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk
Talk, talk

Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Mid-Nineteen Sixties Garage-Punk Sound

MIA because I've been spending my blogging time reading. Right now I am reading Waiting For The Sun a history of the music scene in Los Angeles. Remembering songs I haven't thought of in years.


Pushin' Too Hard by The Seeds

You're pushin' too hard, uh-pushin' on me
You're pushin' too hard, uh-what you want me to be
You're pushin' too hard about the things you say
You're pushin' too hard every night and day
You're pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me
(Too hard)

Well all I want is to just be free
Live my life the way I wanna be
All I want is to just have fun
Live my life like it's just begun
But you're pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me
(Too hard)

[Instrumental break]

Well, better listen girl to what I'm tellin' you
You better listen girl, or we are through
You better stop all your foolin' around
Stop your runnin' all over town
'Cause you're pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me
(Too hard)

Well I know there's a lotta fish in the sea
I know some would-uh stay by me
So if you don't think I'm gonna try
You better ask yourself the reason why
'Cause you're pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me
(Too hard)

Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me
(Too hard)

Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard, pushin' too hard
Pushin' too hard on me....

Monday, May 23, 2011

Doggie Update

This Wednesday it will be 12 weeks since Little Sally Pumpkinhead's surgery. I have been worried about her as she is was still limping and the Vet said she would be completely healed by the ten weeks mark. She is better and we have worked up to two 12 block long leash walks each day. I also walk her up and down the stairs at the park band-shell. The Vet said once she stops experiencing post-exercise limping she no longer has to be on a leash.

Yesterday I woke up with the thought, "What if she is only limping because she thinks she still needs to limp?. What would happen if I force her to put more of her weight on the so-called bad leg? Before her morning walk I got a nickel, some vet wrap, and a dog bootie. I held the nickel to the bottom of her good front leg, wrapped vet tape around it and then put the bootie over the tape. Little Sally Pumpkinhead did not like this and at first tried not to put the wrapped paw on the ground. After half a block of walking with the booted leg up in the air she settled down and and started walking normally. The nickel in the bootie caused her to put more of her weight on her other leg and for the first time in over two months her walking gait did not have a glitch in it. No limp during the walk and no limp after the walk. I think I'm on to something.

Saturday, May 21, 2011

The End Of The World


Skeeter Davis

Why does the sun go on shining?
Why does the sea rush to shore?
Don't they know it's the end of the world
'Cause you don't love me anymore?

Why do the birds go on singing?
Why do the stars glow above?
Don't they know it's the end of the world
It ended when I lost your love.

I wake up in the morning and I wonder
Why everything's the same as it was.
I can't understand, no, I can't understand
How life goes on the way it does

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?
Don't they know know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Why does my heart go on beating?
Why do these eyes of mine cry?

Don't they know know it's the end of the world?
It ended when you said goodbye

Friday, May 20, 2011

Wear Your Love Like Heaven

According to man named Harold Camping the rapture and the beginning of end times is tomorrow. Rapture is the ascension of true Christians into heaven while non-believers stay on Earth to suffer five months of plagues, earthquakes, wars, and famines before the earth is finally destroyed. One billion true believers are expected to escape the horrors that are about to descend on us. That should make driving to work on the freeways in the larger cities a lot easier on Monday.

This doomsday scenario would be very amusing if it wasn't so hard on the families that have members who are non-believers. The New York Times has this article in today's paper about a family in Middletown, Maryland with parents who have believed for the last two years that the rapture is tomorrow. This belief has caused them to stop planning for the future, which has affected their children in many ways.

Tomorrow, when the true believers find themselves earth bound with no sign that the end times has begun they are going to be a confused and disappointed bunch of people. Try not to ridicule them. Instead wear your love like heaven and show them what true Christianity is all about.



Donovan


Color in sky Prussian Blue
Scarlet fleece changes hue
Crimson ball sinks from view

Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may

Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love)

Color sky Havana Lake
Color sky Rose Carmethene
Alizarian Crimson

Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may

Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love)

Cannot believe what I see
All I have wished for will be
All of our race proud and free

Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Wear your love like)
Wear your love like heaven
(Where your love)

Lord, kiss me once more
Fill me with song
Allah, kiss me once more
That I may, that I may

Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love like)
Wear my love like heaven
(Wear my love)

Karma

Karma

Thursday, May 19, 2011

Things I Truly Wonder About

 When did Tony the Tiger start doing steroids?

Tony in the Sixties



 Tony in 2010

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

It's "Can't Get That Song Out Of My Head" Day

Lady Ga Ga's Bad Romance as done by the University of Oregon  a capella group,  On The Rocks.



Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your ugly
I want your disease
I want your everything
As long as it’s free
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your drama
The touch of your hand
I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand
And I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

You know that I want you
And you know that I need you
I want your bad, your bad romance

I want your love
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance

I want your horror
I want your design
‘Cause you’re a criminal
As long as your mine
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

I want your psycho
Your vertical stick
Want you in my rear window
Baby you're sick

I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love
Love-love-love
I want your love

Can't read my,
Can't read my,
No she can't read
My poker face

I want your love
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Walk, walk, fashion baby
Work and move that bitch crazy
Walk, walk, fashion baby
Work and move that bitch crazy
Walk walk, fashion baby
Work and move that bitch crazy
Walk walk fashion baby
'Cause I'm a freak bitch, baby

I want your love
And I want your revenge
I want your love
I don’t wanna be friends

Je deux amour
Et te veux ta revanche
Je deux amour

I don't want to be friends
I don't want to be friends
I don't want to be friends
Want your bad romance
(Caught in a bad romance)
I don't want to be friends

I want your love
And I want your revenge
You and me could write a bad romance
I want your love and
All your love is revenge
You and me could write a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Oh-oh-oh-oh-oooh!
Oh-oh-oooh-oh-oh!
Caught in a bad romance

Rah-rah-ah-ah-ah!
Roma-Roma-ma-ah!
Ga-ga-ooh-la-la!
Want your bad romance!

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Takes A Licking And Keeps On Ticking

I did laundry yesterday and noticed one load of wash made a clicking-banging noise throughout its spin cycle. When I finished unloading the machine I was a bit shocked to find my Timex watch lying on the bottom of the wash tub. I could not believe I had accidentally thrown the watch in with the clothes. When I reached in and retrieved the watch the first thing I noticed was the condensation under the watch crystal. I examined the watch face closer and could see the second hand ticking away. What do you know, John Cameron Swayze was right.

Monday, May 16, 2011

Things I Am Truely Sick Of

Women being held responsible for a man's sexual behavior and the underlying contempt and rage hidden behind this belief. Last week we had a New York ultra-Orthodox Jewish newspaper alter a White House photo showing President Obama and Secretary Of State Hilary Clinton during a briefing of the National Security Counsel on the raid at Osama bin Laden's compound in Pakistan. In the photo the paper published Clinton and another women there were removed. Seems the paper never publishes photos of women because it considers any photo of women to be immodest. Code for any photo of a woman is bound to be sexually dangerous.

Then this weekend Dominique Strauss-Kahn, head of the International Monetary Fund, was arrested for sexually assaulting a maid in a hotel in New York. While reading reports of the incident in the New York newspapers I found the comment below at the tabloid paper, The New York Post:
So much for his reputation as 'the great seducer' (he probably made that up himself and spread it around). I mean, he apparently sodomized a hotel maid - how low can you get. And his wife should step up and take some responsibility here - if she were doing her job, he wouldn't have a wandering eye. They're both trash.
Alan London- London, United Kingdom
So, according to Alan, wives are responsible when their husbands commit rape because if they were doing their job (which I assume means satisfying their husband sexually) married men wouldn't rape women at all.

What bull crap. Men are responsible for their own sexual behavior. Trying to shift the blame for a man's criminal sexual behavior onto women is absurd and an insult to the billions of men in the world who seem to be able to go though life without raping anyone and, as we all know, it is dangerous for women,too. Rape victims are usually judged as being responsible for their own rapes. "If she hadn't dressed that way." "If she hadn't gotten that drunk." "If she hadn't made me think she wanted it."

It is time to stop this. It is time to shift the blame back to were it belongs- on the criminal. Not the victim or the wife or the mother or any other woman. Shame on that paper in New York for trying to make women invisible because, in the paper's opinion, they are so sexually dangerous; shame on Alan for being a sexist pig; and shame on society for accepting this perverted view of women as the truth.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Blogger Is Back And So Am I

Thank goodness, I can finally fix that grammatical error on my last post. It has been driving me crazy since yesterday when I found out I could not get into Blogger and do anything about it.   Blogger did  post this on their blog explaining what had happened and for that I am grateful.

Some People Come Into Our Lives And Quickly Go

I like to read obituary obituaries because the good ones are mini-biographies and what you learn from them can be fascinating. People can surprise you. I am very fascinated by the people who were a big part of my life without my knowledge. Last month a man named David Mason died. You may not know his name but you may know his music. Mr. Mason was the trumpet soloist on the Beatles' hit Penny Lane. All you Beatles fans probably have those notes floating through through your minds right now. The man had a beautiful sound.



In Penny Lane there is a barber showing photographs
Of every head he's had the pleasure to have know
And all the people that come and go
Stop and say hello

On the corner is a banker with a motor car
The little children laugh at him behind his back
And the banker never wears a "mac" in the pouring rain
Very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit, and meanwhile back

In Penny Lane there is a fireman with an hourglass
And in his pocket is a portrait of the Queen
He likes to keep his fire engine clean,
It's clean machine

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
Full of fish and finger pies
In summer, meanwhile back

Behind the shelter in the middle of the roundabout
A pretty nurse is selling poppies from a tray
And though she feels as if she's in a play
She is anyway

Penny Lane, the barber shaves another customer
We see the banker sitting waiting for a trim
And then the fireman rushes in
From the pouring rain
Very strange

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes,
There beneath the blue suburban skies
I sit. and meanwhile back

Penny Lane is in my ears and in my eyes
There beneath the blue suburban skies
Penny Lane

Read Mr. Mason's obituary here.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Weather Or Not

I wish Mother Nature would make up her mind. The day before yesterday the outside temperature was in the mid-nineties, the wind calm, the sky blue. Today the sky is gray, the wind is blowing, it's raining, and the temperature is only suppose to get up into the mid-fifties. Still, the change is nice.


Maxine Sullivan

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

Remembrance of Things Past

I have been in email correspondence with a student at Kenyon College in Ohio for the last couple of weeks. The student contacted me because I had blogged about my Camino walk and she was doing a paper on the subject. She wanted me to answer some questions about my experience and I gladly did so. This morning I received an email from her thanking me for taking the time to answer her questions. While going though the rest of my emails, I also went into my saved file and had a email I had saved in 2007 pop up first thing. This one was from a woman who was just getting ready to do the Camino and wrote to ask me how walking the Camino had affected my life. I wrote back the following:

How did walking the Camino affect my life? I haven't really thought about this and can only say ,at this point in time, walking the Camino has helped me to feel more comfortable with who I am and it has opened my heart and soul to what the universe has to offer.

As Shakespeare wrote in Hamlet, 'There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy'. The Camino showed me that this statement is true.How could I not be affected by what happened to me on my walk?

It definitely changed me. I did not feel any different when I got home but my family said I had changed. It was a spiritual experience and it helped me see my mother's death as another spiritual experience. I was there when she died and I now know that my being there was a blessing.

But has it changed my life in any major ways? No, I pretty much live the same life I lived before the Camino. The only difference is I am more at peace with myself than I was before the walk.

I had forgotten I had written this but the words are still true. I am certainly more as peace now that I was before I did the walk- just not as at peace as I was when I first wrote those words. A reminder that I need to work on that?

Monday, May 09, 2011

The Sun Ain't Gonna Shine (Anymore)

Well, it will but maybe just not as brightly. RIP John Maus, AKA John Walker, lead singer of The Walker Brothers and Invasion Of The Body Snatchers (1956) star, Dana Wynter.



Thursday, May 05, 2011

After The Storm


All is calm, all is bright.

Wednesday, May 04, 2011

It's I Hate Blogger Day!

Blogger lets you create a Blogs I Follow list on your Blogger account page. When you add a blog to this list Blogger lets know when the blog has posted something new. Yesterday I found numerous new posts for a blog I do not follow cluttering up my list. This blog seems to have been created the day before and had about seventeen new post on it. I could not find a way to delete it since it is not on my Blogs I Follow list. After going to the Blogger forum and reading some of the questions and answers about deleting blogs you no longer follow from your Blogs I Follow list, I realized none of the answers were any help to me. When I tried to sign into the Google help page I got a message saying I could not use my own user name as it was a domain name! Talk about frustrating.

Any one out there know how to get a blog you do not follow and is not listed on you Blogger Blogs I Follow list off your list?

Tuesday, May 03, 2011

Life: What I've Learned So Far

Don't be afraid to stand out from the crowd. Be brave, be bold and do things your own way.
-Unknown


Monday, May 02, 2011

Bin Laden Dead

I have mixed emotions about this. When I first heard the news I felt a sense of relief but at the same time I thought, so what?  The death of this man is not going to end terrorism nor does his death balance out the numerous deaths he was responsible for in the world. I do think his death is a good thing because now a great part of  our nation's political and military resources will no longer be focused on finding and destroying him.  This can only lead to a lessening of the blood lust that fueled the hunt and our foreign policy.

My thoughts and prayers are with the friends and families of all the victims of that horrific day in 2001. May this news bring some measure of peace to you all.

Life Is A Rock (But The Radio Rolled Me)

Something to get the hear pumping this morning.


Reunion

B.B. Bumble and the Stingers
Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and Twangin' Eddy
Here's my ring, we're going steady
Take it easy, take me higher
Liar, liar, house on fire
Locomotion, Poco Passion
Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby, baby, gotta, gotta
Gimmee, gimmee, gettin' hotter
Sammy's Cookin', Leslie's Gore
Richie Valens end of story
Maha Vishnu, Fujiama
Kama Sutra, Rama Lama
Richard Perry, Spector, Barry
Rogers, Hart, Nilsson Harry
Shimmy, Shimmy, Koko Boppin'
Fats is back and finger poppin'

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me (Life is a rock)
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie.

FM, AM hits are clickin'
While the clock is tocking, ticking
Friends and Romans, salutations
Brenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon, I behold her
Rolling Stones, center folder
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers
Can't stop now I've got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter, Paul Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John, the nightly tripper
Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Got to go sir, got to swelter
Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in Smokey places
Slide guitarists and Fender basses
Mushroom omelet, Bonnie Bramlett
Wilson Pickett, stomp and kick it.

Life is a rock, but the radio
Life is a rock but the radio

(musical interlude)

Arthur Janov, Primal Scream
Hawkins, Jay and Dale and Ronnie
Kookla, Fran, and Norma Okla
Denver, John, and Osmond, Donnie
JJ Cale and ZZ Top
and LL Bean and DD Dinah
David Bowie, Steely Dan
Sing me proud
Oh, CC Rider
Edgar Winter Joanie Summers
Ides of March and Johnny Thunder
Eric Clapton pedal wah-wah
Steven Foster Do-da, do-da
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda
Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter, Tighter, Honey, honey
Sugar, Sugar, Yummy, yummy
CBS and Warner Brothers
RCA and all the others

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me

Life is a rock, but the radio rolled me! (Life is a rock.)
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie.

Spoken: Listen, they're playing our song

Rocket socket, Alan Freed me
Murray Kaufman tried to lead me
Fish and Swim and Boston Monkey
Make it bad and play it FUNKY!

Freddie King and Albert King
B.B. King and frolicking
Get it on and Nat Gerardi,
Papalardi, Hale and Hearty

They are perfect, more than human
Gentle words of Randy Newman
One, two, three, so oh so please
I need a breather!

Tito Puente, Boffalongo,
Cuba, War and even Mungo
Jerry, Peter Dial, Alex Hood, Boogie Brass

(Baby, everything is alright, uptight..)

California, Beatlemania,
New York City, Transylvania
S&G and V&C and
Bobby Vee and SRO