Nobody’s Perfect: Biden and Kamala
Wow. We’ve all seen the horrible damage done by Hurricane Helene this past week…and it’s heartbreaking. The lives lost, the billions it will cost to repair. And who is coming to give help to rescue these poor people? No water. No food. Downed power lines…no cell phones. Horrible. President Biden was on the beach, but he gave a rousing lying speech. Kamala? She had a picture where she made everyone look like she was in D.C. talking to FEMA. The Biden administration is still giving money to Ukriane. And yet, turn the channel off the destruction caused by the hurricane and you see. “Kamala takes the lead!”
In the meantime, President Trump, risking again his own life, goes down to the area with money, food, water…gas…doing the job that the President should be doing. And Elon Musk is helping. He’s getting cell service set up with Starlink.
But Biden? Kamala? Well, Nobody’s Perfect. (Except our two heros)
FEMA? Not there. Red Cross? Not there. Uh…gee, why do these people even have a job?
Glenn Beck is sending helicopters in. And me? I keep thinking that these disasters started under Bill Clinton. Funny, I don’t remember the fires, the hurricanes, the tornadoes being this bad. But I DO remember
Should Lovers Have “Their” song?
Nobody Knows
This was my mother and my father’s song. I think most married couples have a song that is played at their wedding that they dance to…one where the wordd mean a lot to them. My friend Rosa and her husband had theirs… an Ed Sheeran
I imagine this came out around the time they got back from the war. My day had been in the Pacific, and they met on a dance boat. They were great dancers, and my brother and I were raised in music. We both had carreers as musicians and while I retired some years ago, my brother has had his own D.J. business for almost two decades.
Anyway, to make this story short: Every single week, I’d go to the record store to find a copy of the lastest hits for the band to learn. And every time my mother would want me to find this song. For over 40 years, I did NOT find it. This actually drove me nuts. Still, after Elvis, the old songs were never played anymore.
After she died, I was in the kitchen, and her loss hit me hard. I fell on the floor sobbing, as if I didn’t think I could withstand the pain. And then, like a miracle…on the radio, came this song
“I’ll be Loving You Always.” Sung by some obscure singer, ON A ROCK STATION! HOW?
My mother’s favorite song. She must have cut into the studio while the D.J. was in the bathroom.
To me, it was sent by her to tell me “I’m here, and I’ll be loving you, always.”
I had NEVER, EVER, EVER, heard that song in the many years I was a working musician. And I had to learn thousands of songs. Thousands.
That was the first and last time I heard this song. Until now. Frank actaully does a decent job of it.
Thank you internet!
Tonight on X, there was a piece about is it possible for two hearts to be conected psychically? Even apart?
I believe it happens all the time.
Elon Musk has proven that the brain can control the internet with the mind.
So yes, it’s possible.
But is a psychic connection possible AFTER death? Does conscious energy continue after death? It’s one of the great mysteries.
But…what are the odds, that in my darkest hour, I hear that song?
A billion to one.
So, do any of you have a ‘song’ with your love one?
If not, I suggest you decide on one. I think a song YOUR specail song as a couple…is important.
Go ahead, I’d love to hear some comments on this.
Have YOU and you love one got a song?
And has anyone sent you a song over the radio?
Nobody Wonders
Nobody Remembers Yoko and John
Quite a while back, I used to play piano and sing in various hotels. And one night, I remember vividly because I played this song for Yoko Ono.
It was around supper time, and the lounge was just off the main lobby. The bar that is. I was at the grand piano in the middle of a sunken floor, performing. John Lennon had died about six months before and Yoko was staying at the hotel to sell some of his artwork the next day at a local gallery. It was a Doubletree..pretty nice hotel.
Now, here’s the strange part. The bartendar yelled out at me and said “HEY..Yoko Ono is in the lobby!”
So I pulled out this song, and sang it, because I knew she could hear it. It so happens she was being interviewed on the radio in the lobby while I was playing this song. Good timing.
In about 20 minutes she walked way down all the way into the middle of the room, to me, and smiled and gave me a hundred dollar tip. She said, “That was so lovely…I really loved..you sang it so lovely.”
She had four great big body guards that came down with her, and she is pretty short. And looks JUST like her pictures. Of course, I was sort of stunned, but gracious.
But here’s what is REALLY strange, and I’ve thought about it often. I had the music to that song, and carried it around for a good 20 years, and never played it. Never. It wasn’t exactly a hit song. I just liked it.
It felt, as almost, John was sending a message to his lover through me. Is that crazy? I felt like it was when I was doing it. Like I was being channeled.
I was a big Beatle fan growing up, and I had met Paul McCartney in New York many years before when he was recording RAM.
Anyway, of course I was absolutely unbearable to the employees of the hotel that night: Going around saying “YOKO ONO GAVE ME A $100 tip!” Ha ha.
I had too much fun with it.
Clearly these two really loved each other.
And yes, if there is such a thing as a soul living after death…Then John used me to sing to her.
Later on, I read that his son Julian Lennon said his dad gave HIM a sign…a white feather.
His father said he would send him a white feather.
Lots of people have this kind of stuff happen to them, loved ones communicating with them after death, and it really is one of the great mysteries of the universe.
This video is bad, but shows the love they had for each.
May we all, in our lifetimes, have the deep love that these two had.
We could only hope.
Tucker and Me
“Open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence.”
Nobody Knows
Tucker Carlson was talking on a video about this tonight. He thinks SOMETHING is visiting us. He knows it he says, it’s spiritual. Yes, he’s sure.
I have talked to strange events in my life that I could NEVER explain, and could not have happened by MY hand, but by some mysterious entity, some may call GOD, but really, whatever it is, it’s the universe calling. Let me present a few in my life.
- When I was about 19, I had just gotten fired from my job at Western Union. I was to sit in a cubicle all day, and type the phone message to be sent. You were not allowed to drink, read a book, no, you would be fired. I think I got two calls a day, BORED out of my mind I was, and I was fired. Told that “I was just not meant for the job.” Ya think? I really think it was because some of the bosses wanted to ‘date’ the girls and I told them they didn’t have put up with that. So, there I was without a job, and my boyfriend at the time, was teaching me to play the drums. As I was driving one day, I was passing by a hotel…that hired bands, and I said to myself, “Well THAT will never happen in a million years.” Meaning me even getting in a band.
The very next month, I was hire in my first band, and my first job as a drummer in a five-piece band, was there at THAT hotel. Through nothing done by me. DO THE MATH. ST. Lous has a lot of hotels. What are the odds?
- Fast forward a few years. My first husband left my son and I, when he was very young, and he caused all kinds of heartache always threatening to take my son because he didn’t want to pay $75 a week. He was a monster. I don’t remember much but I was at my lowest, I was really out of it, insane…couldn’t hold my spirit. I dropped my son off at a relative’s house, (He was about five) and went to a local park. This park was huge. It was the middle of the day. I sat on a hill overlooking the Missouri River and was trying to decide HOW to commit suicide. I really thought my son and the whole world would be better off without me. Then, all of a sudden walking up the hill, was a middle age woman. Remember, NOBODY was in that park, middle of the afternoon, on a weekday. She came out of nowhere. She walked right up to the bench, and said “Can I sit here?” I nodded yes. I had heavy sunglasses on. Then she started to talk. “I have NO idea why I’m here? I live in South St. Louis, and ALL WEEK LONG I’ve been thinking about coming to this park…it’s so weird.”
South St. Louis was at least 45 minutes away. We talked and I told her my problems and then SHE talked me out of my horrible thoughts. She was the sweetest woman. That was the closest I have ever been to horror. But deep down inside, suicide is really about wanting MORE life, not less. I don’t think I would have done it, in fact I’m sure of it, I loved my son too much, but boy, I do remember that pain. I still think to this very day that the ‘universe’ sent that lady to me that day. She just couldn’t get over that she was to GO to this strange park so far away. And the thought was so strong all week, she just gave in to it.
Did she receive knowledge from the highest insight? You tell me.
- This one’s sort of funny. My dad has a massive stroke and I was taking care of him at home, and since my son HAD no real father, my dad became his best bud. My son had to watch my father go crazy…and when he died, my son took it very hard. Now, four days later, we were walking out the backdoor to our car, and strolling right up the very long driveway, in the middle of the suburbs was a turtle. That turtle walked RIGHT up to my son, and was his best companion for years. I have never seen a turtle in my driveway EVER. We named him George. Who later became Mama George when I bought a few other turtle’s home. And here’s the funny part. I swear George looked JUST like my dad in the last hours of his life. To this day I wonder if my dad sent him a turtle to ease his pain. Think I’m crazy? What are odds?
Okay, this one will CONVINCE you I’m nuts. Calling Tucker Carlson…Tucker! Tucker! Clean up on aisle nine.
It was an Easter Sunday and the family were all getting ready to go out for a fried chicken dinner. I was splashing my face in the downstairs bathroom, in a pretty good mood, and walked into my bedroom downstairs, as I was already dressed, , and the in the middle of the bed were two children, an older girl and a boy, and they were dressed in white old fashioned 18th century gowns, and the both had Easter baskets, and I stopped in my steps, and THEY looked at me, like “WTF?” And I looked at them…like WHAT? Okay. They were kids, but they saw me, I saw THEM, and then I heard a voice say to them in MY Head’ “It’s okay, she’s a good mother.” Assuring them I was no threat. They heard it. I heard it. About 30 seconds later they disappeared.
FIRST off, they were standing IN THE MIDDLE OF MY BED! Second thought, was rather egotistical about only being one thing: Hey, I’m more than a good mother, I’m a pretty good drummer!’ I was arguing back… to whomever decided to tell the kids I’m a good mother. Does this sound like 5th dimensional stuff? Were these two parallel universes mixing in some sort of time warp? I’ll never know, but I remember it happening as sure as I type this. I’m surprised my family didn’t put me away, but they just ignored me as usual.
Okay, this is getting long and I’m sure nobody is reading this, but I’m writing for myself anyway so what the heck. Just yesterday, I was pretty down, and I flipped to a station which had a documentary on Herb Alpert…He was my brother’s favorite trumpet player.
- My brother had trumpet lessons since he was six, and I grew up listening to the albums of Herb Alpert. Why, because my brother would give me Herb Alpert records for Christmas. I ended up being a Beatle fan. When my brother grew up, he was a famous trumpet player in Chicago and “The Lonely Bull” was his bit number. Frankly, he did it better than Herb because he’s just a big ham, and really did it great. So, as I watched the documentary, it showed the love the wisdom and the sheer beauty of Herb’s music. And also, that he went through a terrible divorce and he gave UP playing his trumpet. His found his soul mate, the woman he shares his life with now, and they are so much in love. And she saved him.
Why was this anything Joyanna? Because my brother doesn’t talk to me. He refuses, gives no reason. He’s my only brother. I have no other siblings. But after watching that video I now understand why he loved Herb. I think he is a great man now.
And one more thing, true love does exist. I saw it in the eyes of Herb and his wife.
And that’s the message I got slapped in my face. True love DOES exist in this universe.
The question is: Joyanna are you open to receive insight and knowledge from the highest level of existence?
Where is Tucker Carlson? I need to talk to him.
(Just in case somebody made it this far, please don’t think I’m suicidal. I have bragging rights when it comes to that subject…nobody can beat me when it comes to seeing the face of insanity and telling it to get lost.)
In ending, I think many people have these impossible ‘messages’ from beyond ( and I could go on and on) somewhere and most people just don’t even think about it. But it happens every day, and I’m glad at least one person on the planet (Or maybe many) is trying to figure it out. So lets’s end it on a very happy celebration of life. This song has been played at many a wedding, and that’s called triple tonguing guys…
Now I know why the girls all loved my brother! LOL. He used to play this song too…long ago.
It’s in His Kiss: HIT BY A BUS
Nobody Wonders—How many men know this? Ladies? We don’t talk about it much, but how important is that first kiss?
I was thinking about this today. Imagining what my first kiss with my imaginary lover would be like. Mmmm…The first kiss to dream of. One to blaze into the sky: writing all its power into in the hippocampus as a fluster of red-hot, soul-searching, discomposed, explosion of millions of electrons flowing from the lips to the chest, to the groins, and then down to the knees, with the mind saying in wonder: “Now I’ve truly lived.”
Have I ever experienced that kind of kiss? Mmmm…let me think.
Do you remember your first kiss Ladies? To many men, it’s a means to an end, but to ladies…I’m not sure. That first kiss is important.
My first kiss happened in the 6th grade. I was standing in the hallway, between classes, and out of nowhere came Jim Baine. My first kiss was like being hit by a Mack truck. He was an 8th grader…but he was big, and rather good looking in a masculine way. I had noticed him walking in the hallways, and thinking “Well, HE’s way out my league.” Kisses and sex were not even on my mind. (Thank God.)
And then one day, I was just standing up against the lockers, not many people in the hall, and out of nowhere, he came up, pushed me hard up against the wall, and kissed me long, and hard, with deep affection and I was like…”WTH?” And then he walked away. Neither one of us said a word.
Okay. Well. There you go. I guess that was a “kiss.” Gee. What now? If that’s a kiss, what happens NEXT? I thought. Is it like wrestling? Would I survive? LOL.
That one kiss upset the whole school. You see, somebody saw that kiss and reported it to his girlfriend. By the end of that day, that girl, the meanest girl in the school, (Pam the golden Viking Slammer) who made it known she fought with brass knuckles, had gotten together about 30 of her friends, and decided to corner me in the hall and tell me they were going to beat me up. (sigh) All I kept telling them is that it was NOT my fault, and I could care less about him. He KISSED me! I kept repeating. If not for two brave boys in my class, standing between me and the mob, I might have gotten beat up.
So, I went home and ask my dad to teach me how to fight. I’m sure the teachers found out about the ‘plan’ to get that ‘she stole my boyfriend’ mob, and they were watching them, and so the next day, they all let me know, they would get me AFTER school.
Every day I went to school, and tried to stay away from her and her friends. Every day I came home and my brother and father taught me how to fight…fist fight. We had gloves, punching bags, you name it. It took many tries before I could land a good punch.
After a while I got sick of all the tension. The two boys kept by me, and protected me as much as they could, but I knew, one day, it would happen. Those boys couldn’t protect me forever.
So, I made a plan. I found out what bus “Pam” the blond Viking Queen of the middle school gang of terror was riding home on. I knew she would be alone without her backup, and I decided to challenge her.
I got on HER bus home. She saw me. It was a fall afternoon, sunny. And I was ready.
She got off the bus. So did I. I walked behind her and kept saying, “Come on Pam..fight me here. Right now. You want to beat me up? Here’s your chance. Come on. Do it. “
Well, that girl walked so fast, I think the leaves on the ground were flowing off the pavement. She went into the future she ran so fast. She broke into a run, and acted like she never even saw me. She was….scared. I guess she didn’t have her brass knuckles with her.
What happened?
Nobody in the school ever bothered me again. Nobody talked to me much either, but that’s nothing new.
You’ve heard these same bully lessons from boys, but it works for all bullies, I guess.
I think the boys spread it around that I had boxing lessons and it scared her. She said so much bad-ass rantings about how she was going to pulverized me, that even I was surprised she ran.
I went home and told my dad, “Dad, she just ran like a scared little girl?” My dad just smiled and change the channel.
My dad did tell me one thing: He said that a little guy can take a big guy out pretty easily. He had done it plenty of times. Even though, his older brother had broken his nose three times.
“Dad, how come your nose is so crooked?” My older brother broke it three times.
“Why” He just felt like it.
That older brother died in WWII in the Pacific, in the battle of Midway.
Did my dad give me courage? Well, no–. Pam was bigger than me, and really mad.
So, my first kiss was rather. Like being hit by a bus. A bus of unintentional consequences.
I had a lot more to say tonight, about kissing, but it’s getting late, so maybe I’ll go on with this kissing subject in Part II.
Guys? Girls? Go ahead—I dare you to tell me about your first kiss.
In the meantime, I’m going back to my wonderful imagination.
Nobody Flashes Benise
I have always loved flamingo dancing and Spanish guitar. This guy is always entertaining and puts on a great show.
Enjoy!
Nobody Flashes: Beethoven on Wine Glasses VS Bulldog by the Beatles
Don’t you wonder who in the world invented playing wine glasses? How much you wanna bet it was a bunch of drunk people bored on a Saturday night. I read somewhere that Beethovan wrote this piece for children to start their piano lessons. Now, because of video technology, we can watch this guy, who spent some money on wine glasses and probably an electronic tuner, put his love of music in another form.
So light. So sweet, and very hard to express emotion with wine glasses, but he manages it.
And then to one of my VERY favorite songs of the Beatles. Truly a ROCK song. BULLDOG.
It wasn’t a big hit, in fact, I doubt anybody but true Beatle fans would heard it, but to me, it’s John Lennon’s finest voice and signature poetic words—because nobody ever knew what the heck John’s words meant, but then again, that’s most poetry. The Walrus is still out there.
Paul, to his credit stepped aside and let John soar. BUT…the bass lines on this piece are sheer genius. Paul was a master of the melody, and it shows in his bass playing. Paul should have gotten more credit for his bass lines. John, should have gotten more credit for his voice, which really was more rock than Paul’s.
And the ending? Where they are barking like dogs— Such joy. Notice George Harrison looking at the two of them when they are horsing around with a look like “Really?” ha.
Once again, I am taking this off my “fav” tape that my husband and son felt TORTURED by.
They NEVER see anything I write, so…FREEDOM!
Enjoy! Or not. 🙂
Nobody Flashes: Like a Prayer
Nobody Flashes
Who knew that this old song by Madonna could be so beautiful?
I’d like to thank Donald Mercer for sending it to me, because now I know this group exists.
AND…also great thanks ALSO to Mr. Mercer who’s emails, which are full of great information, I receive each day. If you would like to subscribe to Mr. Mercer’s emails…go here, his email address is donaldmercer@gmail.com, and request him to send you his free newsletter.
I don’t miss reading any of them. He’s a patriot on the frontlines with many around the world, exposing the evil and it’s always good to know, isn’t it? He gives you the latest from just about everywhere and what’s important.
So, enjoy….if you like me didn’t know these guys existed, you are in for a treat.
Like a prayer, fitting for a Sunday.
Nobody Flashes Beethovan
Nobody Flashes
How can you NOT think of a God when you hear this? The genius who wrote it, the genius who made the piano, and the genius who got this emotion SO perfect. What a touch this man has!
I once read where Rubenstein said that when he played a piece he put his whole life’s experience up to that moment in time into it. And I’m afraid, we don’t see many do that lately.
This piece is…forever. Simple, and beautiful.
ENJOY.
WHY…We need to get back to normal..
Nobody Flashes
Just in case everyone has forgotten what normal life was like for our young men before this dreaded lockdown…young me who didn’t HAVE to stay away from each other, and who could have actual fun….check this out….pretty good stuff! Each one of these young men have excellent ‘chops’…Another reason that we should NOT let the elite ruin our lives forever.
ENJOY!
(Thanks to my sister-law-Kim) Who always sends me drum stuff.
The Loss…is Great: Prayers for Our President and His Family.
Nobody Flashes—NOT Biden—NOT Obama—Not China—
The REAL President whose country and office was stolen from him.
God be with him, and those he loves, tonight and always.
Nobody Flashes Billy Joel’s PRESSURE!
Nobody Flashes
One of my favorite New Yorkers, one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite New Yorker. The words to this song could be applied to the ‘progressives’ losing their minds at every Trump Tweet.
I posted the concert, because I like how they have the stage set up. Also, Billy Joel has a special talent for putting intelligent words to music, not an easy task. I also LOVE the way he juxtapose the background repeating sequence…sort of Beethoven like.
BUT, here is the original version, which is pretty much a nightmare.
ENJOY!
Joe Hiden…Can We Call You Al? ..whoa…whoa…whoa…yeah…!
Nobody Flashes
Let’s just get away from it all..shall we? First version, second version…Can I call Joe Biden Al? I can’t help it. Listen to the words and tell me it doesn’t remind you of Joe Biden at his press conference today.
“Where is my wife and family? What if I die here?” “Who’ll read my prompter, once my prompter is gone…gone..”
If the words fit, you must admit…it sounds like Al IS Joe.
And then, when you’re locked up with your wife at home…Jensen and wife. Oh, and by the way, there is ONE thing Jensen forgot to do that Paul Simon did. …see if you can pick it out…not that I care. He such a great actor. And sorry, Danneel is pretty good, but she just doesn’t have that stupid funny face of Chevy at his prime. (And I’m sure Jensen is very glad of that.)
Enjoy!
Nobody Flashes American Music While I Still Can
Nobody Flashes:
They can burn down our cities, erase our history, tear down our statues, and threaten us all to NOT GET CLOSE…
But they are NEVER going to make us forget…our favorite American Music.
Enjoy!
About
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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