Let’s start the weekend with a bang shall we?
Okay..I admit…. I was a HUGE Beatles fan, and I never, EVER tire of this song. It wasn’t one of their hits, but it was so originally great.
John’s voice is raw—as much as I loved Paul’s voice, he could NEVER do this as well as John.
simply rock. Powerful. The words are meaningless, and then they hit you hard..like he’s putting some idiot down, and then says, “You can talk to me..If you’re lonely you can talk to me.”
The BASS lines are incredible, the guitar riff never gets old, and George Martin is simply a genius. Martin never got half the credit he deserved in my Nobody Opinion, and I like this version because it shows some pictures of him.
Wow. I HAVE been in a funk lately. This week I tore a hole in Rush Limbaugh, Obama, Glenn Beck, and let’s not forget the Pope. Okay. You could blame it on the weather. It’s been flooding here, and I have not been able to swim FOR A WHOLE WEEK! Doesn’t God realized that I wait the whole winter just for the moment when I can go swimming in his glorious sunshine? WTF is it with all this rain?
Is Moscow controlling our weather?
Okay. I can’t complain about God. While I wish understandably that I would win the Powerball so that I could buy my OWN pool, heated, ever ready, God always just sends me what he thinks I need. For instance….One Christmas I really needed exactly $1500.00. Part of that would go to Christmas presents for my son, part of it for medical expenses. And sure enough, God came through. While trying to get on the highway one day, one of those massive tractor trucks came zooming around the corner at about 50 MPH, and I was NOT about to get in front of that baby, so I stopped.
The lady behind me who was accelerating to get on the highway, ran right into the back of me. I’m sorry…I had to pick the lesser of the two evils…death by a 50-ton truck, or a fender bender. But hey! As I told her, “Last time I looked, in Missouri, if someone hits you from behind it’s THEIR fault.” (You can imagine how she reacted to that statement)
Thank you God.
And you all know I sometimes get carried away with my own gloom. I blame this on my mother, who woke up every single morning...depressed about the world. Talk about the cup half empty…to my mother there WAS no cup. She was pouring acid water filled with the dead souls of a million dead bumper baby regrets down a black hole, every single day. I’m surprised I even survived my childhood. To be fair, it wasn’t her fault. She had genetically inherited this gloom from her ancestors…and passed it on to me, and I’ve given it to my son.
Truly, it wasn’t our fault.
It’s a good think John and John Quincy had good jobs, THEIR sons did not even find a cup to climb into. And in that respect, I’ve been lucky. God has always thrown me a line.
I was getting so down after this last incident in Charleston, that I just had to get out today. So I put on my windbreaker, my worst tennis shoes, and sloshed through the rain. I had been trying to figure out how to get myself out of this funk, and then I read in a book that you must soar above yourself and see what’s ticks you off…to recognizes your ‘push’ buttons…
Hey—have you listened to the news lately? OMG. Give me a cup to THROW at somebodies head! My buttons are pushed out. Do NOT reset them.
But…God came through just in time today: For some damn reason, on the bookshelf at my local library was a P.J. O’Rourke book: One dollar. What a bargain. And reading upon this, as I stood dripping from the rain… I came to this passage:
Consider it a God moment—if you please…humor me.
Let us, for the space of this book, quit worrying and go take a look at what we are worrying about. And let us take a look not only at the worry but at the place where the worry is happening, the context within which the worry occurs, and the people who are doing the worrisome thing or having done it to them. And let us keep in mind about these people that, whatever their language, culture, or religion, whatever peculiar thing they are wearing through their nose, whatever caliber item they have pointed at our head, they are people , too. They are just as dumb, stinky, and ridiculous as we are.
And worry itself is fairly pointless. Worrying is a futuristic matter. About that future, Sydney Smith said almost two centuries ago, “We know nothing of tomorrow: our business is to be good and happy today.” To worry is an act of sublime ignorance. However, we can guess a few truths on the subject. One is that the usual solutions proffered for the usual worries are usually wrong.
I love it when God talks to me. Combine this with the movie I just watched about James Brown, and he is downright being the God he always turns out to be. He gives me just what I need, when I need it.
And so, picture if you can…ME. Dancing and singing..”Get up off of that thing, Dance and you’ll feel better.”
And I did. And I DO! Maybe God wants me to make this a morning ritual. (Ya think?)
God bless James Brown, P.J.O’Rourke, and whatever power in the universe who keeps…filling my cup up when I just run out of gas.
Tell me he doesn’t exist, and I’ll show you WHY you should never mess with a hummingbird.
This is so typical. In this world there are SO many artists as talented as U2 and yet, as Joni Mitchell once said in a song, people pass them by. In a song called “He Played Real Good for Free” written long ago, Joni sang about this:
“Nobody stopped to hear him, though he played so sweet and high
They knew he had never been on their TV, so they passed his music by
I meant to go over and ask for a song, maybe put on a harmony.
But the one man band, by the quick lunch stand, he played real good for free”
Notice how without their great PA system U2 sounds much like any other band on the street…it was only until everybody KNEW who they were, that they came over to listen.
So, support your favorite local band. Not all of them can be famous, but they are a lot cheaper to listen to.
I think I might have posted this before, but it’s worth a second fun time.
(I love these guys.)
The most spastic singer from the sixties died today at age 70 of lung cancer. I never saw him live, but I love the way he tears the heck out of this song. He had the ultimate blues voice, but was really hard to watch….entertaining, but weird.
Leon Russell is really cool too. I have seen him a lot in concert…one of the best.
R.I.P. Joe. We STILL have your records!
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My brother sent me this one…because I played drums all those years, but I started at 18, this kid is just 3 years old! His name is Lyonya Shilovsky, and proud papa has taken the kid’s excellent ear…and there you go!
Little Lyonya really has a strong grip, and the drums rolls are nice and even.
AND, when he dropped his sticks he didn’t miss a beat, and he can scratch his face while following the song, and on top of that, he’s just so darn cute.
Okay. I’m in love.
You might have already seen this. One thousand high school students starting singing in a hotel, and … I’m so glad some one thought to go get their camera.
It’s better than a steel drum….it’s a ethereal sound for a Sunday morning.
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Here’s a great way to start off your Sunday morning. This is Holland’s Got Talent, and what an understatement.
What is so amazing about little 9-year-old Armira is not only the beautiful voice, but her artistry that is way beyond her years. Notice how she visions her performance before she sings. Let’s hope she stays in Holland–and doesn’t get corrupted by the American money-making music machine.
(Thanks to JR)
I wrote this BEFORE I watched the Grammies last night. And I must say, it was one of the best Grammies in years: They mixed the old timers, with the new kids— a lot less rap, more actual music, and most of the show was enjoyable—up until the gay propaganda song. Not only was the song stupid, the gay propaganda staged production was just plain moronic. What Madonna, Queen Latvia, and that other idiot (you know the blond Eminem copycat) and the Cathedral background said was—- GOD recognizes gays in the church. SAME LOVE:
They just rewrote the Bible. In other words, THEY know god, and you don’t. Rather presumptuous of them.
Anyway, —on to my post:
Last week I took a sneak peak at the nominations of the upcoming Grammy awards show, and talk about clueless: I was thinking…”Who?” “What?” “Is that a band or a disease”?
And that’s the problem. The biggest Grammy watchers throughout the years have been the baby boomer generations, who grew up with the Eagles, Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrick, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Yes, Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, Motown…and we even got into AC/DC, —-country, you name it—-My generation was a big music generation. But— every generation has its own music. Basically, whatever you grew up with in high schools stays with you the rest of your life.
I don’t remember the exact moment I switched from listening to music to listening to conservative talk radio, but I’m pretty sure it came about when they put the old record player in the trash, and brought out the CD’s. Who had the money to go and replace their vast collection of albums with CD’s? I sure didn’t. And that’s the point: the technology boom came during Bill Clinton, and somehow music took a back burner to the shenanigans of the Clintons.
And then there was RAP. Every time I turned on the Grammys in years past, it was overrun by Rap artists. To a musician, rap was pretty lame, almost cheating. How HARD is it to just stand up and talk? No harmony, no artist spending HOURS practicing guitar chords and rifts, bass lines, or mastering their instruments…Technology put the old musicians on the bench. Drum machines replayed drummers. All musical instruments could now be done on a computer, and artists didn’t even need agents anymore…they just put themselves on YouTube.
But tonight, before the show, we hear a special announcement: A special “gay’ promotion will be happening…
An on-air wedding of 34 couples — gay, straight, old, young, of many races and many colors,” they write. “The ceremony will be part of the hip-hop duo Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’s performance of their Grammy-nominated song “Same Love,” which became a marriage-equality anthem last year just as that issue was drawing intense national attention.”
Mr. Lewis, the group’s producer, said that the weddings “will be in our minds the ultimate statement of equality, that all the couples are entitled to the same exact thing.”
And I think: Do I even WANT to record this…? Does Obama have to put his liberal propaganda in a music show? MUST you?
Frankly—right now, I don’t think the biggest concern on any conservative mind is whether gays can marry or not. But the liberals are telling us what should be concerning the world. (Mindless dweebs responds), even if they have to spoil the Grammies.
So, what’s with all this ‘gay’s NEED to be recognized stuff? The story goes: One percent of the population (or is it 15? Who knows?) are being bullied by the rest of us.
Conservatives are more concerned about the dictator in the White House right now.
Here’s a secret: Most of us want gays to be happy. Obama is lying…again. What we can’t understand is why the Christian Church, which historically speaking for thousands of years has had as its foundation, marriage only between a man and a woman,— is not being allowed to go on with its own traditions.
Why in the WORLD can’t the gays just go out and get the government to let them marry in a civil ceremony? There are 16 states now that allow gay marriage. No doubt sooner or later the Supreme Court will make it legal.
But that won’t be enough. NO–, they want the churches doctrine to change and the people to bow down to gays. Conservatives are basally, being bullied.
And let’s not even go to the real science. The species can only reproduce by a man and woman. Obama may not want us to reproduce, but I’m pretty sure “God” thought it was a good idea. Otherwise, none of us would be here…not even gay people.
Gay people had …heterosexual parents, (don’t tell them) and I think they owe them a little respect.
The real reason the ‘gay’ issue is so important of course, is that liberals must break up the traditional family in order to have single mothers dependent on the state. That’s the communist/Chicago way.
Nevertheless, we must not forget that we are guaranteed by the Constitution, freedom of religion. And that freedom includes who the church can decide to marry according to its traditions.
Expect more attacks.
As for ‘gays’ being picked on?—-No matter how many laws the government passes, there will always be bullies. (Our government being the biggest proof.) If some kids have gay parents, or if the kid is gay and being made fun of, it’s up to the parents to teach the child how to deal with bullies.
If kids with disabilities, kids with cancer, kids not so good looking, kids that are fat, —if those kids can grow up and fight the bullies, so can the gay kids.
I’m sorry, “Gay happiness” is just not on the biggest problems facing the United States right now.
But….the Gay Bully pulpit has only just begun. Next stop: The Olympics.
If you missed the Straight No Chaser guys the first time around, here they are, taking another rather annoying Christmas song and doing fun things! They have made a regular career out of themselves. Really, you’ll enjoy this if you haven’t seen it.
And I can even give everyone a fun thing to do with the family this Christmas…something I made up one Christmas for my own audiences:
You pick twelve people out of the crowd (in your case family) and each one gets a day. And they can say WHATEVER they want to make up. Everyone sings the “On the lst day of Christmas my true love gave to me…..and then the person who has ONE jumps up and says….whatever comes to his mind.
“Nine janitors trashing, eight kitties barking, seven Biden’s barfing, six men a drinking, FIVE Golden Banana Cakes! “
You get the idea. Just don’t give them too much time to think about it, so they have to STAND up and shout out when it first comes their turn, and it always helps if you do it after everyone has had a few glasses of wine to get them warmed up.
But I give you fair warning…you might hear things you never thought were possible, most of them having to do with sex.
Of course, if there are kids there, you must simply be silly, and by all means, let them join in.
—-Angels We Have Heard On High
Ever since last week’s “Little Drummer Boy” I’ve really been getting in the Christmas spirit….and this video will do it quite nicely.
Here’s another fun one sent in an email from Kim Komando. The house…is really something. And I didn’t even notice the gnomes…did you?
The Little Drummer Boy has never been one of my favorite Christmas songs…due to the fact that besides the words, the melody is very boring.
BUT…look at what great hearts and imagination can do to this: They beautifully transformed it into the wonders of the human soul. (not to mention, great special audio effects)
Everyone waited in anticipation for Miley’s Cyrus’s performance on the MTV Music Awards. Would she Twerk? Tweet? Trip? Yes, the whole world anticipated an even more salacious sexual move from Miley. Would she be like Madonna, and pull out a bed and have sex onstage?Lady Gaga had that covered having sex in the Oval office where she told the rapper President he could do whatever he wanted with her body.
Miley instead, knew she could not compete with the acts before her, so what did she do? She presented herself as a…what? A big Pussy!
We saw a giant kitten in space viral explosions, where the kitty cried, just like Miley. It was a kitty acid trip from the sixties. The Grateful Dead meets Kitty Power!
I thought it was a bit—what? So here’s a few wonderments as to what exactly Miley artistically was trying to tell us and what this could possibly mean for her career:
- She is wearing the new Miley pussy cat apparel to be sold soon in your local Wal-Mart.
She is starting a new designer jewelry line, where the largest bracelet will be selling for $500 at Macy’s.
She wants everyone to know that she is really just a sweet pussy cat that everyone has misjudged as being a slut and she truly does have feelings.
Those were MY first thoughts. Now…my husband just walked into the room, and said this:
1. Which litter box would you change?
2.Which one licks itself?
3.Who coughs up the biggest hairball?
4. Bet you the one on the right is already spaded.
5. Whose going to have the biggest litter?
I try not to encourage him.