Jenne, our delightful host at The Unicorn Challenge, has once again asked us to write something creative in no more than 250 words based on how the photo below inspires us. This is my response.
The pathway to my future seemed incredibly long and I could easily imagine myself escaping down a side aisle. What kind of thought was that for a bride on her wedding day?
“Well, we got lucky, sweetheart; the rain held off. Emme, are you ready? The musicians are waiting for my signal.”
I turned to face my father. “Daddy” was all I managed to eke out before the tears started. I hadn’t called my father Daddy in years.
Dad motioned for the music to keep playing and magically produced a handkerchief. “What’s going on, kiddo?”
“This doesn’t feel right, Dad. I’m about to marry Gregory because of a promise I made to Mom.”
“Emme, if you want to back out, I’ll stand by whatever decision you make. But it’s best for everyone if you do it now, not after you’re married.”
“But you spent so much money to make this day perfect.”
Dad put his hands on my shoulders. “Damn the money and damn the promises. All I want is for you to be happy. If you think this is a mistake, say the word. My car is parked right outside.”
“What about Gregory?” I asked biting my bottom lip.
“I’ll talk to him privately, Emme. Don’t worry about that.”
I looked at my father and quickly nodded. He reached into his pocket and handed me the keys to his car.
“Go on now. I have some explaining to do.”He kissed my cheek and took off down the path.
The gracious Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers is challenging us to write something creative in 100 words or less to go with this photo. This is my response to that challenge.
I’ve been married so long, Betsy Ross was my maid of honor!
Our first house was an impressive five-bedroom Colonial with loads of property. Fifty-two years ago it cost $68,000; today that money can buy a car.
The house was white with navy blue trim and a red door. As an excited new homeowner and proud American, I planted red and white impatiens and coral red begonias in all the window boxes.
There was no white picket fence but we did have a proper flagpole and hoisted Old Glory every morning …. much to the chagrin of my communist next-door neighbor.
Don’t worry. I won’t bore you with endless chatter. Truly, I don’t have much more to say other than “Follow this guy”! Houston Roby is an excellent source of info, great music and interesting tidbits about music/bands/songs/etc …. some which may be new to us and others we forgot we even knew. Whatever the case, he’s definitely worth a read and a listen, I assure you. Enjoy today’s post.
Welcome to Birthday Thursdays! Each week I will feature someone from the world of music whose birthday falls on that day. There won’t be any chit chat from me, no facts and figures – just some great tunes (and an occasional surprise). Check it out right here every Thursday and enjoy the music.
Happy Birthday to Peter Wolf Born March 7, 1946 in The Bronx, New York
Are you ready to cast off the winter doldrums and rejoin the land of the living? I know I am! Although daylight has been lasting a bit longer each day, the change is imperceptible. However, on Sunday here in The States we will turn our clocks ahead one hour as Daylight Saving Time begins. Spring ahead, fall back. Losing that one precious hour of sleep will be worth it just to close the door on Old Man Winter.
It seems the older I get the less I like cold weather. I’ve never been a fan of winter, not even as a child. While all the other kids were sledding and skating, I’d be watching them from my window under a cozy blanket drinking hot cocoa. Not much has changed! I’m a “beach bum”, not a “snow bunny” and much prefer walking into the surf than trudging through the drifts.
Winter is when everything turns grey and fades away. The birds fly south and the trees go bare. The deserted playground swings get tossed about in the cold wind and wisps of smoke spiral out from chimney tops as families enjoy the warmth of their fireplaces.
It takes forever for people to get dressed to go outside – donning boots, parkas, scarves, hats and gloves – then they make a mad dash from the house to the car and another dash when they arrive at their destination, hoping they don’t suffer a “mad dash ass smash” in their icy haste. Believe me – the ‘slip-sliding away’ happens and it ain’t pretty! How about the hundreds of people waiting for public transportation? Fur-lined hoods pulled up over their heads, faces red and chafed, lips cracked and sore, noses dripping and eyes tearing from the wind. Talk about “your huddled masses yearning to breathe free”!
In less than two weeks spring will arrive. Boots will be replaced with sandals, snowsuits with bathing suits, winter skis with water skis, hot chocolate with lemonade, sleds with bicycles, snowballs with baseballs and winter mittens with gardening gloves.
March winds bring April showers and April showers bring May flowers. Is there anything lovelier than a sunny day in spring? The birds have returned and are chirping their little hearts out. The resilient crocuses and daffodils have popped up through the defrosting earth and tiny buds are forming on the trees. Now is the time for planting seeds and saplings that were started months ago inside warm houses. The sky is clear, the sun is shining and there’s just a hint of a breeze. Couples walk hand-in-hand through the park and the playgrounds have come back to life. Children pitch tents in their backyards and dads grill the first hot dogs of the season.
I’ve often said I don’t like February; it’s the shortest month but to me it feels like the longest and the loneliest. Now March is here and it came in more like a lamb than a lion with temps in the 40s and only a slight breeze.
You’ll get no complaining from me – not yet, anyway. But it’s still early; why, it’s not even April. Just wait for the blazing summer sun, the mad dashes to our cars to blast the AC, the scalding hot sand at the beach, the highways jammed with people escaping the city for a week at the shore, the lines at the ice cream stands, the agony of a blistering sunburn and the howling dog days of August.
When will autumn get here? There’s just no pleasing some people!
This is a new challenge for me …. an episode of Truthful Tuesday. The idea is to respond to the question (or questions) being asked and to be 100% truthful in our responses. No glib answers, no funny business, no fibs. Just raw honesty.
For this week’s Truthful Tuesday, our host Frank says:
We’re going to play a game of “This or That.” Even if something else is truly your favorite, the idea isn’t necessarily to get to the favorite, but to reveal which of the two options you would prefer. I will accept a vote of neither if there is truly no preference between the two listed, but don’t provide a third alternative.
Spring or Summer? Spring Summer or Autumn? Summer Autumn or Winter? Autumn Spring or Autumn? Spring Summer or Winter? Summer Spring or Winter? Spring
Picnic in the park or Backyard barbecue? Backyard barbecue. I’m not a sit-in-the-grass type of girl. I don’t like bugs or even the thought of something crawling on me. I love a good grilled steak or burger and a nice wine or ice cold beer, sitting on my deck, watching the birds, talking to my husband. I like being able to go inside whenever I want to and not having to hunt for a bathroom or chance getting caught in the rain.
Dining outside or Dining inside? Dining inside for all the reasons I mentioned above. I’ll eat outside before the mosquitoes come out or the humidity sets in but after that, I’m inside watching the ballgame.
Cooking out (backyard grill) or Eating out (restaurant)? Well, obviously it depends on the occasion but I’d have to say “cooking out (backyard grill)”. I’m well beyond that point in my life where I need or want to get dressed to go out with a bunch of people I don’t know or like and having to pay ridiculous prices for food I can probably cook just as well at home. However, I do enjoy going to a restaurant for a special occasion and have a few coming up over the next couple of months that I’m really looking forward to.
Fresh cut flowers or Potted plants? Definitely potted plants! I have a green thumb and many plants in my sunroom. I welcome the gift of a plant over flowers any day.
Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge is once again challenging us to write a Six Sentence Story using the word “ace”. This is my story.
The other night as I was getting undressed and ready for bed, I pulled off my sock and saw something on the sole that looked like a bit of fuzz or a piece of string but upon closer inspection I realized it was something imprinted on the bottom of the sock itself; since I can’t see a thing without my glasses, I thought it was the letter A for the company name which is Ace USA but I soon found out it was the letter L, obviously for LEFT.
“What are the odds!” I declared to myself, rather tickled by the fact that I put the LEFT sock on my left foot without even checking the bottom of the sock, but when I took off the other sock, fully expecting to see the letter R indicating the RIGHT sock, I was confounded when I saw another L!
“Just my luck” I again proclaimed to myself, somewhat annoyed that I would be the one to get a defective pair of socks, with two LEFT socks and no RIGHT sock!
I promised myself that in the morning I would call Ace USA and encourage them to correct their oversight by sending me two RIGHT socks, one as a mate for one of the LEFT socks and the other as a mate for the other LEFT sock, leaving me with two perfectly functioning pairs of socks.
The next morning I called Ace USA, explained my problem to Eleanor in customer services and requested two RIGHT socks to match my two LEFT socks; well, I’m sure you can imagine what a good laugh I had when Eleanor sweetly explained that the L on the bottom of my socks did not stand for LEFT but rather for LARGE.
Now I find myself rethinking that box in the front closet full of defective mittens.
Written for Glyn’s Mixed Music Bag #10, March Monthly Challenge Week 10 where we are asked to write about a song by any group or solo singer beginning with the letter E or F.
The only problem with songs like “Telephone Line”, “Mr. Blue Sky”, “Don’t Bring Me Down”, “Livin’ Thing” or “Evil Woman” is trying to figure out which one I want to listen to first. These days with online streaming services such as Amazon Music, YouTube, Spotify, etc., it’s so easy for us to listen to tunes wherever, whenever we want.
The songs titles I mentioned are just a handful of the great hits by ELO, that little rock band formed in 1970 in Birmingham, England by Jeff Lynne, Roy Wood and Bev Bevan. Their idea was to create a band that used orchestral instruments such as woodwinds, horns, and strings as the main focus rather than guitars. It was a crazy idea but it took off and the group achieved global success.
Over the years, just like all groups, there were disagreements, splits, total breakups. Apart from a brief reunion in the early 2000s, ELO remained largely inactive until 2014, when Jeff Lynne re-formed the band as Jeff Lynne’s ELO.
I had no idea which song to feature today so I read the names to my 4-year-old granddaughter and asked her to choose one .… that’s the truth! Of course, like any 4-year-old, she said “Mr. Blue Sky” (she laughed at that title) but since I wrote about that one not long ago for Jim Adams’ Song Lyric Sunday, I decided to go with a different one.
“Livin’ Thing” was written and produced by Jeff Lynne; it appears on ELO’s 1976 album “A New World Record” and was also released as a single. Music critics have said it’s “an extremely catchy record that has all the vocal and instrumental hooks to keep you listening”. Who am I to argue with that? And if you’re wondering about the meaning of the song, who better to ask than the guy who wrote it? Jeff Lynne has this to say: “’Livin’ Thing’ is simply a love song. Everybody would always say, oh, that’s about a whale or it’s about orgasms or it’s about whatever, lots of different things. It wasn’t really about that at all. It was just about love.” Nice one, Jeff.
This is “Livin’ Thing” by ELO:
Lyrics
Sailin’ away on the crest of a wave, it’s like magic Oh, rollin’ and ridin’ and slippin’ and slidin’, it’s magic
And you and your sweet desire You took me, oh (higher and higher, baby)
It’s a livin’ thing It’s a terrible thing to lose It’s a givin’ thing What a terrible thing to lose
I’m takin’ a dive Dive
Makin’ believe this is what you’ve conceived From your worst day (I’m takin’ a dive) Oh, movin’ in line, then you look back in time To the first day (I’m takin’, I’m takin’)
And you and your sweet desire (don’t you do it, don’t you do it) You took me, oh (higher and higher, baby)
It’s a livin’ thing It’s a terrible thing to lose It’s a givin’ thing What a terrible thing to lose
I’m takin’ a dive All the same Hey
Takin’ a dive, ’cause you can’t halt the slide Floating downstream (I’m takin’ a dive) Oh, so let her go, don’t start spoiling the show It’s a bad dream (I’m takin’, I’m takin’)
And you and your sweet desire (don’t you do it, don’t you do it) You took me, oh (higher and higher, baby)
It’s a livin’ thing It’s a terrible thing to lose It’s a givin’ thing What a terrible thing to lose
It’s a livin’ thing It’s a terrible thing to lose It’s a givin’ thing
I wrote this fairytale 14 years ago for my eldest granddaughter, Mckenna. I have revised it for my youngest, Colette.
~ THE KING’S DECREE WAS SENT OUT ACROSS THE LAND ~
PRINCES OF MAGONIA! YOU ARE SUMMONED TO TAKE UP THE CHALLENGE FOR THE HAND OF HER ROYAL HIGHNESS, PRINCESS AMIRA!
Fifty answered the royal command. Upon seeing Princess Amira, they all gasped; she was a stunning beauty. Her unblemished skin as pure as snow, her eyes sparkling ice blue like crystal waters and her hair the color of the stars. Her loveliness was matched only by her brilliant mind and pure heart. She longed to be married but found most men boring, ignorant and foolish.
Amira motioned for the princes to sit and in a confident voice she addressed them:
“One among you will be my husband! Marriage is not based solely on appearances. To win my hand, you must be smart, interesting, humorous and brave. These fifty parchments, one for each of you, contain three riddles. You have two days to solve them. Record your answers on the parchment and return them to Zora, my lady-in-waiting. Use your brain; only a clear head, clever mind and true heart will win my hand.”
Forty gave up on the first day. On day two, the remaining ten reported to Princess Amira’s lady. Nine answered the riddles incorrectly and were dismissed. Only one answered all the riddles correctly. Now it was time for Zora to present the victor to Amira.
“Greetings, clever prince! What is your name?”
“I am Khalil but I am no prince. I am squire to Prince Wahid. He was unable to answer your riddles. He fled in embarrassment and I secretly took his place.”
“And you can answer them? Let us see! Zora will read the riddles.”
The first question was offered: “What is born each night and dies each dawn?”
Khalil answered correctly: “Hope”. Amira was impressed but showed no reaction.
Zora posed the second riddle: “What flares warm like a flame but is not a flame?
Again Khalil answered correctly: “Blood”. Princess Amira was amazed.
Finally, the third question was asked: “What disappears the moment you say its name?
Khalil responded confidently: “Silence”.
“Excellent, Khalil!” said Amira, stunned by Khalil’s clever wit. “All your answers are correct! But I cannot forget that you tried to fool me by pretending to be a prince.”
“Pardon me, your highness; I knew this was my only chance to vie for your hand. Prince Wahid is a dolt, desirous of your wealth and bewitched by your beauty. He is not worthy of you. Please afford me an opportunity to convince you we are truly meant to be together. If I may, I have three riddles to ask you, Princess Amira. If you answer correctly, we will be wed. If not, I am at your mercy.”
“I am intrigued by your daring nature, Khalil. I will allow your three riddles. Proceed.”
Khalil posed his first riddle to Princess Amira:
“I can only live where there is light but will die if light shines on me. What am I?”
Amira thought for a moment, then answered: “I know! You are a shadow.”
Khalil took a few steps closer to the princess.
“That is correct, your highness” Khalil replied. “Here is your second riddle”:
“The more there is, the less you see. What am I?”
Amira quickly responded with “Darkness.”
Moving closer still, Khalil smiled warmly and whispered “Correct again. And now for your final question, Amira.”
Curious and quite taken by this handsome, clever squire, Amira returned the smile. Khalil began his riddle:
“He is incognito, no birthright of blood royal. He is patient, caring, determined and loyal. He has no great wealth but is clever and smart. He can promise to love you with all his heart.”
Khalil looked deeply into the princess’ eyes. “Who am I, Amira?”
Reaching for Khalil’s hands, Amira drew him closer and whispered:
“The answer is you, Khalil! You are my prince and future husband.”
Amira and Khalil found true love at last. They were married and lived a long and happy life.
NB: My inspiration for writing this fairytale came after attending a performance of the opera, Turandot. The aria “Nessun dorma” (“Nobody shall sleep) is first heard in Act III of Puccini’s opera and is performed by the protagonist, Calaf, who falls in love with Princess Turandot at first sight. Beforethe aria, Calaf has successfully answered all of the Princess’ riddles but she is still rebuking his advances. Calaf is sure of his plan to marry the princess as he has challenged her to find out his name by the morning; if she cannot learn his name by the time the sun rises, she has to marry him. In the last line of the aria, the prince expresses his triumphant assurance that he will win the hand of the princess: All’alba vincerò! Vincerò, vincerò, vincerò (At dawn, I will win! Win, win, win!).
From the 1924 opera Turandot by Giacomo Puccini, this is “Nessun dorma”, sung by the maestro, Luciano Pavarotti.
When I die, I’m going to donate my body to science. Don’t mistake me, I’m not being altruistic. I’m being realistic. Maybe one of those brilliant doctors or scientists can finally figure out what the fuck was wrong with me; I sure as hell haven’t had any luck so far. This long sought-after info won’t be worth a pile of beans to me cos I’ll be dead …. just saying.
There are 168 hours in one week. Just for fun, let’s divide that in half to represent day and night – awake hours vs asleep hours (not very accurate, I know, but you get the picture). Half of 168 is 84. Of those 84 hours, I experience a tingling sensation for about 70 hours per week, maybe more. And it’s not the good kind of tingling. You know what I mean, wink wink.
When the tingling first started, perhaps two years ago, it was fleeting – much like the feeling you get when your foot is about to fall asleep. It was located in the left side of my lower back and traveled down the back of my left thigh to my knee. It was annoying but not horrible. Over time, the tingling spread down to my toes; now it has also begun to travel up into my back, shoulder and neck …. all on the left side. And it is insatiable …. kinda like that feeling I get when I see Colin Farrell. There are few and far between times when I’ll notice the tingling is gone; it’s sheer bliss and feels absolutely magnificent to be at rest. Then it comes back just a couple of hours later. It’s back right now but this time in both legs! Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
I really enjoy walking but haven’t been getting out as much as I’d like. Walking saved me the last time I had a major flare up. Everything just sort of healed itself. I got my strength and stamina back and I was feeling the best I’d felt in quite a while. I need to get back into walking. I know it sounds like a lame excuse but I really don’t enjoy walking when it’s freezing outside and there are no malls nearby to walk in.
Today was like Spring so I went for a short walk; I took it easy and was out for only about 15 minutes. I do not subscribe to the ”no pain, no gain’‘ school of thought; 15 minutes today was quite enough, thank you. After walking, I relaxed in my recliner for a while with an ice pack, just to be on the safe side. I love my recliner. It’s where I make pit stops during the day, when I need a break from housecleaning, cooking, babysitting. I’ll put my feet up and ice my back and neck and it helps.
Lately my head has developed a tendency to tilt to the left; it happens when I’m watching TV or sleeping or checking out the new house being built across the way or sitting at my Mac, as I am right now. When I get really tired or I’ve pushed myself too far, my lower back will start screaming while my left side becomes an angry buzz of tingles. My head will tilt dramatically to the left and I imagine I must look like Marty Feldman, the actor who played Igor in Mel Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein”. (If you’ve seen the movie, you’ll know that’s Eyegor and Fränkenstēēn). I adore Mel Brooks, the last of the real comedic geniuses. At least I have managed to keep my sense of humor through all this physical bullshit.
Now I’m noticing a lovely new development: it’s all but impossible for me to tilt my head to the right! Ain’t that a kick in the head!? It’s either sitting perfectly straight on my shoulders (which is good!) or tilting to the left. There’s a tendon, I think, that is stretched to the max like a big fat fully extended rubber band and it’s tight as a drum. I’m pretty damn sure that’s what’s keeping me from tilting my head to the right. I saw my orthopedist the other day; she felt around my shoulders and said “Jeez, you’re really tight!” Ya think!?!
I’ve had multiple trigger point injections, nerve blocks, epidurals and cortisone shots, all resulting in extremely short term relief. X-Rays, scans and MRIs show a lot of arthritis, spinal stenosis and some funkiness going on with my discs but nothing “remarkable”. How can that be? Ain’t that a freakin’ kick in the head!? Hey! Maybe that’ll set everything straight …. a good kick in the head!
So, here’s the plan: next week I’m going to have another bilateral shot in my lower back in the hope it will “alleviate my discomfort”. If it doesn’t, I’ll have another series of MRIs to see if anything has changed over the 12 months since my last set of MRIs. It will be fantastic if the shot helps but I’m not betting the house on it. One thing is certain: after this upcoming shot, I’m done with injections. I’ve had it so wish me luck! Well, you might be interested in knowing that besides the arthritis/stenosis, there’s not another single thing wrong with me. I’m in perfect health, totally aware of what’s happening to this “vessel” in which I exist. Ain’t that a kick in the head!?
My mister is one of the funniest people I know and we make each other laugh. It’s not always easy keeping a good sense of humor but it helps me get through everything. And to be perfectly honest …. I’m getting really tired of walking around like Igor!
From Mel Brooks’ “Young Frankenstein”, the first meeting of Igor and Dr. Frankenstein:
This is Dean Martin with “Ain’t That A Kick In The Head”
Today at Song Lyric Sunday, Jim is asking us to write about a song based on true events. My husband Bill and I have lived near the water all our lives; he grew up on City Island in New York and spent all his teen years working in marinas repairing boats. Years ago we bought a boat which was supposed to be a fun family get-away adventure until we realized I get heinously seasick; Bill uses it for fishing. Before Covid, we spent 35 summers in Montauk, NY with the Atlantic Ocean as our view. It’s only natural that I would be drawn to a song about a nautical event.
The SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior 49 years ago. Gordon Lightfoot’s song “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” (1976, Moose Music, Ltd.) is a tribute to this shipwreck and the men who lost their lives.
On November 9, 1975, the Edmund Fitzgerald departed from Superior, Wisconsin with approximately 26,000 tons of ore bound for Detroit, Michigan. Just think about that for a second …. 26,000 tons; the cargo weighed more than the ship itself. Around 7 p.m. the National Weather Service issued a gale warning for Lake Superior. Overnight the winds increased tremendously and waves grew to incredible heights; no longer protected by land, the Fitzgerald was in terrible danger. At some point, another ship – the Anderson – made radio contact with the Fitzgerald and had her on their radar. When asked how the Fitzgerald was making out, they replied “We’re holding our own”. Shortly afterwards, the Fitzgerald disappeared from the Anderson’s radar screen.
There are phrases in the song that have been embellished, romanticized, making it sound as if the crew knew they were doomed. In reality, the sinking of the Fitzgerald was very rapid and it’s likely they didn’t know the seriousness of their condition. Thank the gods for that! In fact, after the wreck, a severely damaged lifeboat was found and only part of the second, suggesting that no attempts were made to leave the ship. No distress signals were ever issued. They didn’t know what hit them.
On November 10, 1975 the SS Edmund Fitzgerald sank in Lake Superior; all 29 crew members died. At the time, it was the worst shipping disaster on the Great Lakes in more than 10 years. No bodies were ever recovered from the wreckage. When the wreck was found, the ship had broken in half by the storm. It still sits on the bottom of Lake Superior at 530 feet deep.
“The Wreck of theEdmund Fitzgerald” was written, composed and performed by Canadian singer-songwriter Gordon Lightfoot. The song was recorded in December 1975 at Eastern Sound, a recording studio in a then-hippie district of downtown Toronto. The famous studio was later torn down and replaced by a parking lot …. cue Joni Mitchell! Lightfoot cleared the studio and killed all the lights except for the one illuminating the paper with his scribbled words when he recorded his vocals; he considered this song to be his finest work.
The single version hit #1 in Lightfoot’s native Canada on November 20, 1976, barely a year after the disaster. In the US it reached #1 in Cashbox and #2 for two weeks in the Billboard Hot 100. Overseas it was at best a minor hit, peaking at #40 in the UK Singles Chart.
This is “The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot
Lyrics
The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitchegumee The lake, it is said, never gives up her dead When the skies of November turn gloomy With a load of iron ore twenty-six thousand tons more Than the Edmund Fitzgerald weighed empty That good ship and true was a bone to be chewed When the gales of November came early
The ship was the pride of the American side Coming back from some mill in Wisconsin As the big freighters go, it was bigger than most With a crew and good captain well-seasoned Concluding some terms with a couple of steel firms When they left fully loaded for Cleveland And later that night when the ship’s bell rang Could it be the north wind they’d been feelin’?
The wind in the wires made a tattle-tale sound And a wave broke over the railing And every man knew, as the captain did too T’was the witch of November come stealin’ The dawn came late and the breakfast had to wait When the gales of November came slashin’ When afternoon came it was freezin’ rain In the face of a hurricane west wind
When suppertime came, the old cook came on deck sayin’ “Fellas, it’s too rough to feed ya” At 7 PM, a main hatchway caved in, he said “Fellas, it’s been good to know ya” The captain wired in he had water comin’ in And the good ship and crew was in peril And later that night when his lights went outta sight Came the wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald
Does anyone know where the love of God goes When the waves turn the minutes to hours? The searchers all say they’d have made Whitefish Bay If they’d put fifteen more miles behind her They might have split up or they might have capsized They may have broke deep and took water And all that remains is the faces and the names Of the wives and the sons and the daughters
Lake Huron rolls, Superior sings In the rooms of her ice-water mansion Old Michigan steams like a young man’s dreams The islands and bays are for sportsmen And farther below Lake Ontario Takes in what Lake Erie can send her And the iron boats go as the mariners all know With the gales of November remembered
In a musty old hall in Detroit they prayed In the maritime sailors’ cathedral The church bell chimed ’til it rang twenty-nine times For each man on the Edmund Fitzgerald The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitchegumee Superior, they said, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early
Lovely Jenne from The Unicorn Challenge is teasing us once again with this photo. We are to get creative in 250 words or less. In exactly 250 words, this is my response.
“Coroner? What do we need the coroner for?” asked Police Sergeant Jeffries. “It’s obvious this poor slob jumped off the roof. Just look at him!”
“Not so fast, Jeffries” snapped Police Captain Russo. “Take a close look at his hand.”
Knowing his boss was expecting him to man up, Jeffries crouched down near the splattered corpse. God, he hated jumpers.
“You know what I think, Cap? This guy was some sort of perv into the kinky stuff. That bottle in his hand is from Club Kashmir, the notorious sex den.” Jeffries looked up at his superior hoping to have made a good impression.
“Jeffries, sometimes I wonder how you ever made it onto the force” sneered Russo. “If you hope to be Lieutenant someday, you better prove you have what it takes. Pervert, my ass!”
Humiliated, Jeffries was beginning to think he wasn’t cut out for this line of work – always tripping over himself to impress the captain.
“ Jeffries! Make yourself useful. Put that bottle in an evidence bag. And for Christ’s sake, put on a pair of gloves first!” Russo shouted.
Jeffries felt like an idiot but did as he was told.
Captain Russo ordered everyone back to the station. “Not you, Jeffries. You’re done for tonight. Go home. Report back tomorrow.”
Jeffries nodded curtly but smiled to himself as he fingered the Club Kashmir passkey in his pocket which he pilfered off the dead guy. At least some hot chickie will show him a little appreciation tonight.
“That means nothing to me. I am not a USO Girl and you’re not the military,” she said sternly. I’ve given you my response.”
“It’s not fair. I want this! No, I need this, and I want you to do it with me!”
“You want free labor to make your dream possible, and I’m not willing to entertain being a part of something I don’t want to do. I actually know you, which is one of the many reasons you don’t want to ask me, Jeremy. I don’t deal with your nonsense very well. Find someone else.”
She left the room quietly.
He plopped onto the couch, splayed out like a tired octopus. “She’ll never understand,” he bemoaned with a pinch of heavy sigh.
Jeremy mourned the rejection from Stella for a day or two and then he was back to trying to recruit another helper for his house remodel project.
But whoever he asked declined. It seemed that Stella had spread the news of Jeremy’s devious planning around and most people were pre-warned and were avoiding even talking to him.
Then there was a surprising offer of help from someone he least expected….
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Fandango’s part:
“Hey, Buddy, I hear you need a hand.”
Jeremy was standing on a ladder skim-coating the drywall in a small closet when he froze. The voice sounded familiar but he couldn’t immediately place it. He climbed down off the ladder, turned in the direction the voice had come from, and his jaw dropped when he saw who it was.
“Surprise, surprise,” said the man when he saw Jeremy staring at him.
“Dad?”
“None other,” the man said, an ear-to-ear grin on his face.
Jeremy’s face turned dark red. “You son of a bitch. You abandoned Mom and me a decade ago and neither of us has heard from you since. How the hell did you find me and what do you want from me?”
“I don’t have the time for this, old man …. just like you didn’t have the time for me and mom so show yourself out. I got work to do.”
“Still got that high-and-mighty stubborn streak, I see, Jeremy. Well, maybe you’ll be singing a different tune when you hear what I have to say. In the meantime, toss me a brush; four hands are better than two.”
Despite himself, Jeremy was curious about why his father bailed on him and his mother and what he had to say. He stayed quiet while his father continued.
“It all started when the Bellamy Twins came blowing into town. Those sons of bitches were fired up and looking for trouble. And they came calling on me.”
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I’m going to pass the baton over to Lisa at Tao Talk and hope she’s keep it going.
Once upon a time I was writing music blogs for a great little site called The Rhythm Section (TRS). Some of you followed my posts there; others were unaware of the site’s existence. As of a few days ago, The Rhythm Section was officially shut down.
I had the dream of starting my own music blog and gave it a great deal of thought; unfortunately, too many things got in the way. In the end I decided I had neither the time nor the ambition to maintain two sites and give both the attention they deserve.
I spent a lot of time working on TRS and thought “what a shame to let everything I wrote simply fade away”. And so I’m moving on, away from forces and people who drag me down and doing more of what makes me happy … like making one site out of two.
With that thought in mind, I have transferred every one of my posts from The Rhythm Section and incorporated them into The Elephant’s Trunk; they are all here in chronological order, tucked away between my stories, poems and other music posts. While looking them over, I have discovered some graphics did not survive the transfer; that’s unfortunate but it’s the chance we take when moving a lot of data around. Fortunately, the text and videos are intact.
I invite you, if you are so inclined, to check out TRS posts; they are dated March 2, 2023 and run through December 31, 2023. You’ll find them.
I hope you enjoy the words I have written and the music I have chosen.
Our gracious host Rochelle at Friday Fictioneers has another intriguing photo for us to reflect on and create something clever in 100 words or less. In 100 words, this is what the photo said to me.
Gary finished heating up his Hungry Man TV dinner …. fried chicken with a side of mash, corn and a big honking brownie for dessert. His stomach grumbled at the aroma of that juicy breast still sizzling hot from the oven.
“Man, this is the life!” Gary thought. He plopped down onto his beloved Barca-Lounger and popped open a Mountain Dew, swigging half the bottle in three huge gulps followed by an explosive burp.
Every weekday mopping floors at the local elementary school, decorating his trailer with cool stuff from Lost and Found.
Denise at GirlieOnTheEdge has once again challenged us to write a Six Sentence Story using the prompt word “nail”. This is my story.
When I first saw him I thought I was hallucinating (was this a real person or a fear-induced illusion?) and I knew I had to remain perfectly still and quiet – my very life depended on it.
I had no idea how long I’d been there – certainly long enough for my skin to have turned red, my mouth parched, my lips cracked and I remember being stung and bitten by insects and digging my nailsinto the palms of my hands to keep from crying out, but I recall now … we were picking flowers and berries in a sun-filled field … we had been following a stream and unknowingly wandered far from home when I caught sight of a bush hidden deep in a shady area; the plant was heavy with ripe blackberries and I couldn’t resist running to the bush, happily filling my bucket with the deep purple fruit.
I was busy plucking berries when I heard screams – not the usual giddy, playful squeals of young girls but awful shrieks of terror and I started to run back only to see my three sisters encircled by a group of Indians, hulking and menacing men, blocking the girl’s attempts to flee; they wore breechcloths across their midsection, moccasins and no shirts, their faces painted and their heads shaved except for a center strip of upright long hair and I knew immediately they were the dreaded Mohawk.
They tugged the girl’s long blonde hair, poked them with sticks and tore at their starched white dresses.
I wanted to shout out but was too afraid and I hid while my sweet little sisters were raped and raped and raped.
At 15, I was the eldest and I was supposed to protect them; how could I be such a coward?
Welcome to Birthday Thursdays! Each week I will feature someone from the world of music whose birthday falls on that day. There won’t be any chit chat from me, no facts and figures – just some great tunes (and an occasional surprise). Check it out right here every Thursday and enjoy the music.
Happy Birthday to Jimmy Dorsey Born February 29, 1904 in Shenandoah, Pennsylvania
This is it, kids …. the final installment of Feb Fab Faux Four! What a trip this has been for me!
The Beatles have been in my life since WMCA NY disc jockey Jack Spector played “I Want To Hold Your Hand” on December 26, 1963. That’s a very long time ago – just over 60 years – and I imagine some of you weren’t even born yet. I’ve seen the Beatles perform live in concert and I’ve lived through every transformation in the 7 years, 7 months and 24 days they were together. I loved them. I still love them. They are not only in my heart but in my soul.
My goal here on this month-long blog was to have fun and not try to convert anyone into becoming Beatles fans, but after 29 days, I think I may have done exactly that with a few of you.
During this month I discovered that really good Beatles covers are very difficult to find; they are few and far between. Also, judging by the fact that almost every Beatles video presented on this blog was preferred over the cover reinforced what I already knew: the Beatles are hard to beat. They are the best group that ever was or ever will be!
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Now it’s time to get into our final song.
Many Beatles tracks have had interesting afterlives, and this is one of them. It sits towards the end of the last album they made together – 1969’s Abbey Road – but it is less a song than a segment, a tender part of the medley at the end of side two. In one minute and 32 seconds, it evokes nostalgia, innocence and loss in its lyrics and melody, about the impossibility of getting back home (“Once there was a way…”), and the singing of lullabies to a child (“Sleep, pretty darling, do not cry”).
Next comes the seventh and penultimate song in the album’s climactic medley. It features unison vocals in the chorus from all four Beatles, a rarity in their songs. The middle bridge – featuring brass instruments, electric guitar, and vocals – reprises the beginning of “You Never Give Me Your Money”, but with different words. The lyrics have been interpreted as an acknowledgement by the group that nothing they would do as individual artists would equal what they had achieved together, and they would always carry the weight of their Beatle past. The song is said to be about the Beatles’ business difficulties and the atmosphere at Apple at the time.
The final song of the medley is quite clearly the denouement, not only of the album but of the Beatles as a group. All four Beatles have a solo, including a Ringo Starr drum solo. Ringo disliked solos, preferring to cater drum work to whoever sang in a particular performance; in fact, this is the only drum solo he recorded with the Beatles. George, John and Paul perform a rotating sequence of three, two-bar guitar solos. The idea for a guitar instrumental over this section was George’s, and John suggested the three of them each play a section. The Beatles’ recording engineer, Geoff Emerick, later recalled: “John, Paul and George looked like they had gone back in time, like they were kids again, playing together for the sheer enjoyment of it. More than anything, they reminded me of gunslingers, with their guitars strapped on, looks of steely-eyed resolve, determined to outdo one another. Yet there was no animosity, no tension at all – you could tell they were simply having fun.” In 2007, the final track of the medley was ranked at number 7 on Q magazine’s list “The 20 Greatest Guitar Tracks”.
I listened to a lot of cover versions of this medley and it was impossible to find one that I really liked, except for Phil Collins. I came very close to going with Phil’s recording but I just couldn’t hit the share button on the video. For me, his remake is more of a George Martin remake with Phil singing Paul’s part and playing the drums over a Beatles’ recording. Since I couldn’t find the perfect cover, I made the decision to close out this month by playing only one version …. the original. Nothing else will do. If anyone knows of a version they think is better than or comparable to the original, you are most welcome to drop the link into the comments box. I look forward to hearing them. No professional tribute bands, please.
I can’t think of a better way to say “the end” than by featuring the medley from the fabulous Abbey Road. Here are the Beatles with “Golden Slumbers/Carry That Weight/The End”.
That, my friends, is how it’s done!
I hope you enjoyed spending February together listening to Beatles music; it’s been an incredible experience for me. To you who stuck with me and left comments throughout the month, I am in awe of you and so greatly appreciative. Thank you!
As the Beatles sang: “And in the end the love you make is equal to the love you take“.
This is the final challenge this month from Glyn at Mixed Music Bag, which is to write about a band or singer that starts with the Letters C or D.
Ellen Naomi Cohen was born in Baltimore, Maryland on September 19, 1941, the granddaughter of Russian-Jewish immigrants. Her family was subject to significant financial stress and uncertainty during her childhood years. Ellen’s father ran a lunch wagon and her mother was a nurse. Sometime in high school Ellen began calling herself “Cass”. She became interested in acting and shortly before graduation, moved to New York to further her acting career. After the death of one of her friends, she took on his name and Cass Elliot was born.
You may know her better as “Mama Cass”, from her time with the Mamas and the Papas.
Cass Elliot was known for her sense of humor and optimism and was considered by many to be the most charismatic member of the group. Her powerful, distinctive voice was a major factor in their string of hits. If you want to know more about the Mamas and the Papas, there’s plenty to read in Wiki.
After the group broke up, Cass Elliot released five solo albums; for this post I will feature Cass Elliot’s biggest hit as well as my favorite song by Mamas and the Papas.
“Dream a Little Dream of Me“, a 1931 song with music by Fabian Andre, Wilbur Andre and Wilbur Schwandt and lyrics by Gus Kahn, enjoyed its highest-charting success when it was covered in 1968 by Cass Elliot with the Mamas and the Papas. Gus Kahn’s sentimental, bucolic lyrics citing “birds singing in the sycamore tree”, “stars shining” and “night breezes” are a lullaby, specifically a romantic one of parting lovers.
This is a solo Cass Elliot with “Dream a Little Dream of Me” from her album “Mama’s Big Ones”.
“Creeque Alley” is an autobiographical hit single written by John and Michelle Phillips in late 1966, narrating the story of how the Mamas and the Papas was formed, and its early years. It also recounts Cass Elliot’s life after leaving high school and moving to NYC to pursue an acting career.
The title of the song, which does not occur in the lyrics, is derived from Creque or Crequi (pronounced “creaky“) Alley, home to a club in the Virgin Islands where the New Journeymen, John and Michelle Phillips’ original group, spent time on vacation. The lyric “Greasin’ on AmericanExpress cards” refers to that time during which they could only make ends meet by using their credit cards, and the lyric “Duffy’s good vibrations, and our imaginations, can’t go on indefinitely” refers to Hugh Duffy, the owner of the club on Creeque Alley.
The Phillips’ lyrics mention, directly or indirectly, many artists and bands who were part of the folk music scene at the time, including fellow band members Cass Elliot and Denny Doherty, Zel Yanovsky and John Sebastian of the Lovin’ Spoonfull, Roger Mcguinn of the Byrds and Barry McGuire of the New Christy Minstrels. Michelle Phillips is referred to in the lyrics by her nickname Michi (“John and Michi were getting kind of itchy, just to leave the folk music behind”).
The song peaked at #5 on the U.S. Billboard pop singles chart the week in 1967, becoming their last Top 10 hit. It made #9 on the UK Singles Chart, #4 on the Australian and #1 on the Canadian charts.
This is “Creeque Alley” by the Mamas and the Papas.
Lyrics
John and Mitchy were gettin’ kind of itchy Just to leave the folk music behind Zal and Denny workin’ for a penny Tryin’ to get a fish on the line In a coffee house Sebastian sat And after every number they’d pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire just a gettin’ higher In L.A., you know where that’s at And no one’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass*
Zally said Denny, you know there aren’t many Who can sing a song the way that you do, let’s go south Denny said Zally, golly, don’t you think that I wish I could play guitar like you Zal, Denny and Sebastian sat (at the Night Owl) And after every number they’d pass the hat McGuinn and McGuire still a gettin’ higher In L.A., you know where that’s at And no one’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass
When Cass was a sophomore, planned to go to Swarthmore But she changed her mind one day Standin’ on the turnpike, thumb out to hitchhike Take me to New York right away When Denny met Cass he gave her love bumps Called John and Zal and that was the Mugwumps McGuinn and McGuire couldn’t get no higher But that’s what they were aimin’ at And no one’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass
Mugwumps, high jumps, low slumps, big bumps Don’t you work as hard as you play Make up, break up, everything is shake up Guess it had to be that way Sebastian and Zal formed the Spoonful Michelle, John, and Denny gettin’ very tuneful McGuinn and McGuire just a catchin’ fire In L.A., you know where that’s at And everybody’s gettin’ fat except Mama Cass Di di di dit dit dit di di di dit, whoa
Broke, busted, disgusted, agents can’t be trusted And Mitchy wants to go to the sea Cass can’t make it, she says we’ll have to fake it We knew she’d come eventually Greasin’ on American Express cards It’s low rent, but keeping out the heat’s hard Duffy’s good vibrations and our imaginations Can’t go on indefinitely And California dreamin’ is becomin’ a reality
*“And no one’s getting fat except Mama Cass” refers to making money and has nothing to do with gaining weight. By the end of the song, hinting at Cass Elliot’s struggles with recording success, the lyrics changes to “And everybody’s getting fat except Mama Cass”.
On July 27, 1974, Cass Elliot finished two weeks of solo concerts at the London Palladiumand went on a 24-hour celebration binge. She first attended the 31st birthday party for Mick Jagger after which she went to a brunch in her honor presented by Georgia Brown. While there, according to biographer Eddi Fiegel, Elliot was blowing her nose frequently, coughing and having trouble breathing. Next she attended a cocktail party hosted by American entertainment journalist Jack Martin. She seemed in high spirits but also appeared physically exhausted and sick. She left that party at 8:00 pm on Sunday, July 28, saying she was tired and needed to get some sleep.
Elliot retired to an apartment owned by singer-songwriter Harry Nilsson who allowed her to stay there. Several hours after Elliot left Jack Martin’s cocktail party, she died in her sleep at age 32. According to autopsy results, she died of a heart attack, and there were no drugs in her system. Four years later, the Who’s drummer Keith Moon died in the same bedroom, also aged 32 years.
Cass Elliot’s ashes are buried in Mount Sinai Memorial Park Cemetery in Los Angeles.
WARNING: THIS BLOG WAS NOT CREATED FOR BEATLEMANIACS! If you’re on the fence about the Beatles or if you just don’t like them, this blog is for you. My goal is not to convert you; it’s to expose you to the lesser-known Beatles songs we don’t hear day in and day out. These great tunes will show you just how amazing the Beatles are. Of course, if you are a Beatles fan, pull up a chair and enjoy the tunes!
Today I have chosen for you one of the most beautiful songs ever recorded by the Beatles. I was hoping I’d be able to feature this number for a couple of reasons; in addition to being a stunning piece of music with gorgeous lyrics, it’s one that’s rarely heard.
The song begins with a distinctive electric harpsichord intro, then John Lennon joins in, his guitar mimicking the harpsichord line. The vocals enter in their prominent and perfectly tuned three-part harmony. This was one of the few Beatles recordings to feature a Moog synthesizer, played by George Harrison.
According to John, the song’s close musical resemblance to the first movement of Beethoven’s “Moonlight Sonata” was no coincidence: “Yoko was playing ‘Moonlight Sonata’ on the piano and I said, ‘Can you play those chords backwards?’ Our song was written around those chords. The lyrics speak for themselves …. no imagery, no obscure references.“
While I was hoping to feature this song I was also reluctant; I couldn’t find any good covers. And then I discovered today’s remake and I’m pretty sure I forgot to breathe for a few of seconds.
Let’s listen to the song.
This is “Because” by the Beatles
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This is Elliott Smith with his remake of “Because”
This may very well be my favorite Beatles song. If I’ve said that before, please excuse me; I have so many favorite Beatles songs.
Elliott Smith was a dedicated fan of the Beatles, as well as their solo projects and claimed that hearing the White Album was his original inspiration to become a musician. In 1998, Smith contributed a cover of the Beatles song “Because” to the soundtrack and closing credits of the film “American Beauty”. This was the only Beatles song that Smith ever officially released.
This is too close to call; for me it’s definitely a draw.
PS – If any video won’t play for you, I’ve provided the name of the song and who did it so you can find it on YouTube. It’s a pain in the ass but it does happen from time to time. My apologies.
It’s one of those rare delights – an unusually quiet morning with no appointments, no grandchildren to watch and nothing to do except roll over and glance out the bedroom window.
It’s that time just after dawn but before the sky has fully lightened and I think if there’s no name for this time of day, there should be.
I yawn and stretch, feeling no tension in my body, and when my eyes open, I audibly gasp as everything around me has frozen in time. Suspended in the sky is a pregnant pearlescent circle, full and perfect, a translucent milky orb.
Good morning, Snow Moon; this is serendipity at its finest.
Snow Moon, oh so shy You fly away at my glance Where are you hiding?
I guessed that something was wrong as soon as I saw the look of shocked disbelief on my husband David’s face.
“Babe, what’s wrong?”
With tears in his eyes David whispered “I lost my wedding ring!”
It was our last night in Cape Cod. After dinner we went for a walk on the beach. There was a lot of seaweed in the ocean from a storm a few days before. We walked along the shore, teasing each other with clumps of seaweed; that’s when the ring must have slipped off his finger. But exactly where we had no idea. We crawled around searching but it was dark and we couldn’t see anything. David was devastated.
“Hon, I know your wedding ring means the world to you but we can always replace it.”
“I know, Jess, but it just won’t be the same.”
Dejected, we returned to our room and went to bed. After hours of trying to get to sleep, I grabbed my laptop and Googled “Will a ring wash ashore after falling in the ocean?”
Almost immediately there was a *ding* on my laptop … a response from “TheRingFinders.com”. It read: “We can help find any lost metallic object on the beach or in the water. Enter your zip code and we’ll get back to you ASAP .”
I entered the zip code for Cape Cod and 10 minutes later I heard from Rick at “RingFinders”. After explaining our situation, Rick said he’d be at our B&B at 7:00 AM to start his search. Thank God for the Internet!
True to his word, Rick was already on the beach at 7:00. We ate breakfast on the veranda, never taking our eyes off Rick as he searched everywhere with no luck. It was almost checkout time when he trudged up to the B&B.
“No luck, folks. You’re gonna get socked in traffic if you don’t leave now. I’m sorry to disappoint you but I’m not giving up. I’ll keep in touch with you either way.”
Disheartened, we checked out and loaded up the car. Taking one last look at Rick, we waved goodbye when we realized he wasn’t waving goodbye … he was waving in excitement. He ran up the beach with his arm in the air, hand clenched in a fist.
“I found it, folks! I found your ring” he shouted.
We ran to meet him and he grinned as he placed a wet, sandy ring in David’s hand.
Thering was under 11 inches of water and seaweed!
Overjoyed, David hugged Rick and we asked how much we owed him.
“This is a free service we provide but we gladly accept donations” Rick explained. “Its very rewarding to see the joy on people’s faces when they’re reunited with their precious lost items.”
I don’t remember how much we gave Rick … that’s not important. What I do remember is David glancing at his ring all the way home and smiling.
What an experience and certainly an incredible act of kindness. Thanks, Rick!
Authors Note: Every word of this story is true. David is my son and Jess is my daughter-in-law. Theringfinders.com is a real organization and Rick, a stranger to David and Jess, did them a service they will remember for the rest of their lives. Sometimes fact is stranger than fiction!
WARNING: THIS BLOG WAS NOT CREATED FOR BEATLEMANIACS! If you’re on the fence about the Beatles or if you just don’t like them, this blog is for you. My goal is not to convert you; it’s to expose you to the lesser-known Beatles songs we don’t hear day in and day out. These great tunes will show you just how amazing the Beatles are. Of course, if you are a Beatles fan, pull up a chair and enjoy the tunes!
Welcome back to Feb Fab Faux Four. We’re down to the final three days of the month; after this, I won’t be allowed to play another Beatles song until summer!
This next song is clearly about a guy begging for his woman not to leave him. It’s a real belter, with a hard and heavy Louisiana-style blues/rock sound.
Paul says he remembers “wanting to get the vocal right, wanting to get it good; it’s hard on the voice and if it comes off even a little bit lukewarm, then you’ve missed the whole point.“
John said “Paul wrote it, so what the hell, he’s going to sing it. If he’d had any sense, he should have let me sing it.”
Haha! I happen to like this song a lot and think Paul did a fine job on it. Let’s see what you think of my cover choice; as usual, the original will play first.
From the Beatles, this is “Oh! Darling”
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With his rendition of “Oh! Darling”, this is Graham Bonnet
Oh, sweet baby Jesus! This is how to do a cover! You stick to the basics, changing it up just enough to make it your own without tearing the hell out of it and making it unrecognizable.
I’ve always loved the gritty, down & dirty sound of the blues; “Oh! Darling” is a perfect example of that style of song. Graham Bonnet, front man for such hard rock and heavy metal bands as Rainbow, Michael Schenker Group and Alcatrazz was born to sing a song like this.
I adore Graham Bonnet. He’s got one of the best voices in rock, hard rock and metal. And since today is my birthday, Graham Bonnet singing “Oh! Darling” is my gift to me!
Talk about hitting all the right notes. My vote goes to Graham Bonnet.
PS – If any video won’t play for you, I’ve provided the name of the song and who did it so you can find it on YouTube. It’s a pain in the ass but it does happen from time to time. My apologies.
WARNING: THIS BLOG WAS NOT CREATED FOR BEATLEMANIACS! If you’re on the fence about the Beatles or if you just don’t like them, this blog is for you. My goal is not to convert you; it’s to expose you to the lesser-known Beatles songs we don’t hear day in and day out. These great tunes will show you just how amazing the Beatles are. Of course, if you are a Beatles fan, pull up a chair and enjoy the tunes!
Today’s song is another request. I did not have this one programmed so the cover choice is not mine. It’s a great number for the category of lesser known songs and I was glad to receive the request and cover suggestion.
During the recording of today’s song, Paul McCartney reportedly stormed out of the studio due to tension and disagreement with the band over the song’s arrangement and direction. The creative process for the Beatles during this time was often intense and fraught with artistic differences, which could lead to such incidents.
The song was originally inspired by an LSD trip; the lyrics were written by John Lennon based on an experience he had with actor Peter Fonda. It’s another case of he said, she said …. or in this case …. she said, she said.
This is “She Said, She Said” by the Beatles
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And here is our requested cover version of “She Said, She Said” by Lonestar.
No input from me on this one, kids, so you’ll have to virtually duke it out on your own. No hitting below the belt!
PS – If any video won’t play for you, I’ve provided the name of the song and who did it so you can find it on YouTube. It’s a pain in the ass but it does happen from time to time. My apologies.
Sammi at Weekend Writing Prompt has challenged us to write something clever in exactly 91 words, using the word “intent”. This is my response in exactly 91 words.
Angie eased into the bathtub.
Her once lithe and graceful body had been rebelling for a while; now it had declared mutiny.
She didn’t expect to have free time today so this moment of solitude was bliss.
Angie barely had time to relax when she heard the persistent nudging on the door; a black paw soon found its way into the narrow opening.
Sidney, the cat.
He was intent on getting into the bathroom to see what Angie was up to without him.
“Sid!” Angie scolded playfully. “A little privacy, please!”
WARNING: THIS BLOG WAS NOT CREATED FOR BEATLEMANIACS! If you’re on the fence about the Beatles or if you just don’t like them, this blog is for you. My goal is not to convert you; it’s to expose you to the lesser-known Beatles songs we don’t hear day in and day out. These great tunes will show you just how amazing the Beatles are. Of course, if you are a Beatles fan, pull up a chair and enjoy the tunes!
Today’s song is another in your face, bare naked plea inspired by John’s love for Yoko. As he put it: “When it gets down to it, when you’re drowning, you don’t say, “I would be incredibly pleased if someone would have the foresight to notice me drowning and come and help me,” you just scream.”
John and Yoko had a real connection. I don’t think the other Beatles disliked Yoko; I think they resented her hanging around all the time. None of the other wives came to the “office” every day; she was the 5th wheel, a distraction. John was totally into her and not what the group was doing. She was a constant presence and made things uncomfortable but neither she nor John cared.
Here are the Beatles with “Don’t Let Me Down”
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From Wales with their cover of “Don’t Let Me Down”, this is Stereophonic.
Here we have another case of “If I didn’t know the original, I’d be all over this one“. I love the sound of the lead singer’s voice and the group has a really good vibe. I like this cover a lot but, just like the cover of “I Am The Walrus”, it’s too slow. Besides, all I think of when I hear this song is the Beatles rooftop concert.
Another one for the Beatles. What are your thoughts?
PS – If any video won’t play for you, I’ve provided the name of the song and who did it so you can find it on YouTube. It’s a pain in the ass but it does happen from time to time. My apologies.
Today, Jim at Song Lyric Sunday is asking us to write about a song that was not originally released as an album single or never became a single.
The songs I’ve chosen were written and recorded by one of the biggest bands to come out of the UK in the 60s. No, not the Beatles! This time I’m talking about the Rolling Stones. Contrary to what some people believe, a person can be into both the Beatles and the Stones. Shocking, isn’t it!
Here’s a quick bio: The Rolling Stones were formed in London by founding members, vocalist Mick Jagger, guitarist Keith Richards, multi-instrumentalist Brian Jones, bassist Bill Wyman and drummer Charlie Watts. During their early years, Jones was the primary leader of the band.
Just like all bands starting out at that time, the Stones’ catalog consisted of cover songs. When they began writing their own songs, the Jagger-Richards partnership became the band’s primary songwriting and creative force; this alienated Brian Jones, who developed a drug addiction that by 1968 interfered with his ability to contribute meaningfully. Jones left the band shortly before his death in 1969, having been replaced by guitarist Mick Taylor. In 1971 the Stones released the album Sticky Fingers, the first of eight consecutive #1 studio albums in the US. Taylor left the band at the end of 1974 and was replaced by Ronnie Wood. Following Wyman’s departure in 1993, the band continued as a foursome.
Two of the Rolling Stones’ songs that were never released as singles are both mega hits – “Gimme Shelter” off their 1969 album Let It Bleed and “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” from their first #1 album, Sticky Fingers.
“Gimme Shelter”is about the political and social unrest at the time. There was the war in Vietnam, race riots, the murders by the Manson Family and politicians being assassinated. Mick Jagger sings of needing shelter from this “storm”. Merry Clayton is the female vocalist featured singing the line “Rape, murder, it’s just a shot away”. She delivered a chilling vocal with her voice cracking on the word “murder” at the 3:01 mark and you can hear Jagger in the background saying “Whoo!” The Stones didn’t release the song as a single but Merry Clayton did …. in 1970 which made it to #73 in the US.
This is “Gimme Shelter” by the Rolling Stones; be sure to listen for Merry in the background.
“Can’t You Hear Me Knocking” is the fourth track on the Rolling Stones’ 1971 album Sticky Fingers. The first two and a half minutes of the song are down and dirty, riff-tastic Rolling Stones. The last four and a half minutes are an improvised, instrumental jam session. The length of this song made for a tough sell; in order to improve the chances of radio play, singles were held to around three minutes. The entire track was captured in one take, with the jam being a happy accident. The band had assumed the tape machine had been stopped and were surprised to find the entire session had been captured. Originally they were going to end the song before the jam started, but were so pleased with the results, they decided to keep it in.
The four singles from Sticky Fingers were “Brown Sugar,” “Bitch,” “Wild Horses,” and “Sway.” However, popular consensus is “Can’t You Hear MeKnocking” stands miles higher than “Sway”. Not only does it bear one of the Rolling Stones’ most instantly recognizable guitar riffs, but it’s been included in the soundtracks for a number of movies including Casino and The Fighter.
But what’s the song all about? What are the Stones trying to tell us? It’s probably best not to read too much into the lyrics of this one since even Mick Jagger isn’t exactly sure what he wrote! Appearing on the track is Bobby Keys, who had debuted his saxophone for the Stones on “Live With Me” back on Let It Bleed. Mick Taylor’s got that impressive guitar track starting at the 4:32 mark.
So, since I don’t have any spectacular words of wisdom to add to that, let’s just enjoy the Stones and “Can’t You Hear Me Knocking”.
The Rolling Stones’ estimated record sales of 200 million makes them one of the best-selling music artists of all time. They have won three Grammy Awards and a Grammy Lifetime AchievementAward. They were inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall ofFame in 1989 and the UK Music Hallof Fame in 2004. Billboard and Rolling Stone magazine have ranked them as one of the greatest musical groups of all time. I definitely concur.
Thanks so much to Jim for all the work he does week after week on Song Lyric Sunday.
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