Nobody Flashes Two of my Favorite Songs
Yes, go watch the first on Youtube. I grew up on Sergio Mendez. The second one you can’t HELP but sing along.
I miss…REAL music, don’t you? Oh…by the way, Robert Palmer’s song of love and sex was much more exciting than a bunch of women shaking their big butts at you on MTV’s award shows. At least that’s my Nobody Opinion.
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I am a nobody. If the different classes of America were color-coded, I would be in the yucky brown, one rung up from the bottom. I grew up in Naples, Florida and live near the Mississippi River now with my husband and two dogs. I am part of the slowly disappearing middle-class. I was a musician most of my life: drummer/singer/keyboards—but I retired before the plastic surgery flu hit. I have no degrees, which could be a good thing…depending on how you view our educational system. I do have three patents…but that really doesn’t make me a somebody. The one thing that is constant in my life is my OPINIONS, which i have more than perhaps even Carl Sagan could have imagined…mostly political. (yes…my ancestors were crabby buggers)
Hopefully other nobody’s will put their opinions on my site. But, if you happen to be a somebody, you’re more than welcomed to help out.
It’s my Nobody Opinion that Nobody’s Perfect, and Nobody Cares, that Nobody Knows why Nobody Wins, and when that happens, Nobody Wonders, why Nobody Flashes, why Nobody’s Fooled, but then Nobody remembers that Nobody ALWAYS Reports the truth.
You can email me at joyanna_adams@yahoo.com
Joyanna Adams
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Yes, opera is amazing. My mother used to bring out the three tenors every Christmas. Music is being ignored right now due to the powers that be locking us all up and pounding us with horrible news. And if Youtube is good for one thing, it’s the fact that we can pull up just about anything.
Sounds like you are in heaven there amfortas. As for Robert Palmer? I’m a simply drummer still. From what you just wrote I think you might agree that our MTV Music awards were…pretty boring.
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What happened to the videos I posted?
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Angela (early)
Later:
Elina (early) Lobos
Later, Delilah
Anna. Addio
Quando
Hilary. Lark Ascending.
Enjoy. 🙂
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I have to own up to having a typical 50-60’s lad’s musical tastes. I once had every one of Buddy Holly’s recordings including the ones found in his shed long after he had gone. But the music died and its corpse was held up for such a long time until it reached its current stench. But alongside the popular music of the day, I had the music of two older generations and the music backgrounds to the developing film industry.
It was not until much later in life that I rediscovered the cast-off Opera which I had rejected as ‘silly’ when young. OK, I admit, the story lines in most operas remain silly or trite but the singing, the musical scores, the soaring tenors and sopranos are just magical.. You Tube is a wonderland. One can pull back the stage curtain on Great singers and see their development from youngsters. Wikipedia can tell us their personal histories.
I have seen Angela Gheorghiou develop splendid lungs enough to master Chi il bel sogno di Doretta in La Rondine, for which she could barely squeak out at the start of her magnificent career. Her repertoire is now just awesome (remember how that words was once used?). Or see very early first appearances such as that of Elina Garanca at 16 singing Villa Lobos. How can a child be so perfect. Or suddenly appreciate that the monstrous Delilah actually loved, nay was besotted by Samson. Hearing ‘Mon coeur s’ouvre à ta voix’ can break your heart. Elina again. She could have me if she played her chords right.
Then there is Anna Netrebko. OK, she does have me. She was the floor mop lady at a conservatory in Russia where she earned enough to support her studies at another conservatory. The breadth of her scope takes in the devastatingly sad “Addio, del passato” of La Traviata, to the deeply sexy Quando me’n vo’ of La Boheme.
Then there is Hilary Hahn !! Say no more. How many of these ladies can I love at the same time? I even appreciate the damned violin now. Hahahahaha
Robert Palmer? His robot ladies? Hah !!
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