I’m musing how to make a haha out of literal interpretations of Chicago’s Holding On. how instead of desperately clinging to the relationship in it’s last gasp… it’s a man trying to keep hold of a clunker car with a blown out tire.
I’ve shared before some of my favorites of music within th context of my memory/life.
I remember still the progression from … well no, this moment seems to play that song in my head but I can’t wrap my fingers around the mechanics of playing it… the year of the cat
other’s I learned were:
suicide is painless/ M*A*S*H*
Send in the clowns
Sunrise/Sunset – although I never saw that film til 2001 or over fifteen years later. (fiddler on the roof)
and the neutral reception to loving and wishing to play a then church tune – Keep you Eyes on the prize” (I was Raised a Jehovah’s Witness)
songs I played over and over again
Music, sex and cookies.
Love theme from Disney’s Robinhood.= drove my mother insane with that one!
It might be you – tootsie, the only movie I ever walked out on
losing my religion REM which I later I guess did, heh
Fade to black – Metallica I can not say it is uplifting
AHA’s Take on me and I still resist trying to sing it drunk or sober as I know I can not sing.
Jefferson Airplane – Go ask alice – which I will sing and again probably shouldn’t 😀
interesting things trades…
I traded cd’s as I had slightly better luck with them versus baseball cards.
I trade chicago’s greatest hits twice
and metallica’s master of puppets
I only remember getting black sabbath’s TYR album out of the second chicago trade
and for metallica a Japanese band Loudness – Thunder in the East.
I once was music til being fired for home movies skateboarding. the van would roll up, the door slide back just like that approach of the Lybians in
Back to the future.
and I repeatedly played about thee worst selection possible for any skateboard action sequence. I think I would’ve been shot if I trie some barbara streisand but given my mood I probably would have had had I owned any.
of course I have my crazes of song and go crazy angry over others
I remember the irritation of always having my stuffed ruined as in disc case RIGHT THERE and yet the scratched beyond playing disc face in make-up boogers and random grit…. GRR! to have in it’s place TLC….that disc of sis’ did NOT survive…and as it was her favorite…karma chameleon or otherwise sayeth my 90 dollar foil razor? first shave r a strawberry as sis was curious and destroyed the top…but surely in a war of limited shared bathroom space, it was in the way as well 😀
I remember every song for 8 years doctor dement ever played on a friend’s wall. I remember the coolest thing was a men at work tape. my first experience of seeing a cd was van haleness ou812 and indiana jone on the dvd…and walking into a Montgomery Wards to hear “electric avenue” on a stereo to laugh….you know which part of the store that was? 😉 and nothing ever has topped this lady disc jockey seguay – John Mayer’s Your body is a Wonderland -to – UB40’s Red Red wine.
I remember like a prarie home companion, hearts of space, or even a syndicated then/once show future hits. just as Uncle drove by a dead skunk on that michigan road towards my best sunburn ever they played Kool and the Gang’s Cherish. I have adored playing the wrong music all the way to michigan as well… see how long YOU can stand Art Garfunkle’s lefty album before insanity sets in… all because I just didn’t want to belier out another chorus of “roll on Highway, Roll on crew, Roll on mama like I asked you to do and roll on eighteen wheeler roll on.” I don’t dislike that alambama tune but only in moderation thank you…there are far worse sin to repeat ad naysium!
lately I suppose I’m not improved. I like the yoshida brother’s the rising instead of loudness crazy nights. I might play play the chicago instead of the heavy metal..even sip wine to steely dan or get lost in some air supply only to remember anthrax’s I’m the man. I liked folding my paper’s within the length of the album or two of theirs.
only then will Disney return with a vengeance to despoil all hope of any taste in tunes.
as for rap- one of my least favorite genres… I admit it was funny to watch john candy at the school on whatever hell he was about to see which is being a tall man in a boy’s room. eek only to have tone loc play him out the door.
or “cheddar” music or aka Mexican genres… I was pleased I found an into cable tune.
books are no better. I have read a few and had a few read to me.
red storm rising clancy, war and peace tolstoy. two books of note I couldn’t read by myself do to losing interest repeatedly and or falling asleep.
the prince machievelli was dangerously close to about as dry for me…but I managed to read that then see in tiny toon adventures them make a prince joke and out pops machievelli…and laugh as I actually got it.
Ispent my younger time reading tinkerings of how to make a crystal radio which is wow with wires about a toilet tissue tube. how to make a fish lantern of white phosphorous in some oil buried.. only to see a mister wizard on a later favorite…calcium carbide. or how to make sugar candy with molasses in the big woods/laura in galls wilder or how fried apple n onion’s were almonzo’s favorite in farmer boy same author I have tried the latter. how to make a calabash whistle… an indian toy and how I never to this day can find it called that anywhere but in back to basic by reader’s digest…it’s a string and button toy where it is neat to see the colors as it spins. later during seventh grade boredom was the paperclip springs and somehow later the remembrance of snowflake art had me fold paper to cut out a butterfly and attach that to a spring… but neither then was in a book…but be assured like me it either will be or came somehow from one.
or how listening to some kenny g album combined with reading how the wizard in terry brooks’ wish song of shannara – my first big book, led to tears and the dud bought it to become a shade.
or how earth heatwave,always and forever and kurt vonnegut make me remember my paternal grandfather’s funeral as the saddest thing ever… about the only words I heard from him were christ sakes… and to manage to be the lucky one to annoy him enough to whop me with a couch pillow. and remember vividly how awful a driver he was though I never road in a car with him anywhere I remember next to nothing of him. yet there it is all sad, I don’t drink but breakfast of champions was the book about then and that damned song of love is more than likely just like other tragic combination of books and music to make me all teary.
sure, I’ve read the hydrogen economy. all about how it’s soooo possible to switch to safer fuel yet no one wants to admit that bar none nothing beats the value of gas/petrol for power and economy….who will pay to truly save the planet?
sure I’ve adored garfield and again later vonnegut and the seeming sneer of gore vidal.
I never really did like reading steven king but hypocritically I must admit I like most of the films. although between misery and it, since I did read them I can’t stand how john ritter made it into anything KING. I still don’t understand how it was weeny of them to sledgehammer the poor writer versus the better gory scary of ax and torch torture. I don’t understand the fear of clowns. but I admit I read them books. just as I did every harry potter yet I couldn’t bear the movies after the second they seemed frauds.
I still want to make vinegar pie straight out of cooer’s a taste of the west 2nd edition. I know how to make custards, I know how to make fruit vinegars. I’ve made a merge or two. so many acceptable pastry crusts… yet I have remembered this odd sounding pioneer era recipe and yet haven’t tried after my own version in nearly 30 years.
I note a minor case of murder by markowitz is the first time I ever quasi met any author and understood the connection…as in this is that person who did that perpetration upon the planet at large. sure, since I’ve met many others…it’s unsettling that it isn’t magic how books come to be.
lately I have richard bach’s illusions that probably can fairly be credited for allowing me the choice to read with passion again. I stopped altogether around 22010 for a couple of years. but
it didn’t miss shipwrecks by yoshimura and delight in the tragedy that was to be. I didn’t miss aruthur goulding’s memoirs of a geisha just prior to the movie and drag my reluctant of culture to culture to await my chance to cheer PUMPKIN! for her revenge!
nor did I miss de quincy’s confessions of an opium addict, the anarchist’s cookbook – dull by the way.
but oddly enough barbara kingsolver wins the award for about the most intriguing of ideas in the bean trees of a tree of multiple scions of I believe it was cherry’s and almonds or something like said. I liked it even the depictions tragic of oklahoma and wished I’d seen hers even though I have been the back way and the flat way through most of that state.
nor can I miss telling you of amy tan in her bonesetter’s daughter book that there just is a feel or anew to the life I won’t ever experience…but the boobieprize is I can pay cash money for good chinese in namesake but hardly authentic as it is to western tastes. I can still dream again of ibiblio chinese music archive and maybe me making the best there ever is tonight in as an american fusion….all the while loving the crap pop version of purple bamboo / there is a beautiful place…
you know enough by now to suspect I know what I know of tea because of James l pratt’s a tealover’s treasury.
you probably don’t suspect I read all my titles for african american history:
sundiatta, mansa musa,sasons in blood something about an overview of africa and religion/history…. I meanI can’t help watch a snippet on timbuktu and dream of the glory days of the mali or try like hell to not defend racial bias and also not what really happened that is modern history….yuck on both fronts… yet while racial bias is uncool, so is nigerian check fraud…. although I idiot apparent, felt so egoic to tell them to f off with why not use the chi ink.com which is the temperature sensitive ink that turns colors when your beer in folk and the security marks the majority of banks use on checks and a variety of super spy cool other products like glow in the uv light or dark altogether inks….or class up you jerks and try to get me a chance to cash the thing – not just me cash and send cash onl to find out it fails and I’m sneaky mcrobbed…. while that’s not all in a book… again it can be
or my favorite internet love affair is 300,000 messages long now. easily length to compare with the 7 pillars of wisdom by t.e.shaw or aka lawrence of arabia…but mine’s a tad more secular 😀 as in not very scholarly.
but pick up chinese literature… it never ends well but neither do russian lit’s greats like here’s you AN INVITATION TO A BEHEADING