Friday, May 15, 2015

post of the Phoenix

Sh’Boom sh’boom
Hello, hello again, sh-boom, and hopin’ we meet again.
ya-da-da-da-da-da
Sh’Boom

Blogging could be a dream or a long drawn out frustration. You just need the right choice of words and attitude.

I’m back. Actually maybe I’m back. I never did the post per day routine. I think my average was about 3-4 posts a week. But really does anyone care about posting frequency?

Since my blog didn’t stop in a show of flames and combustion, maybe Phoenix is the wrong myth to use in the title (honestly did you forget the post title already?). Also this blog break has not been that long. Anyway, I would never give you the bird.



what rules?

I’m not sure if this next go around of blogging will be that different than my last. I’ll still be thinking of song lyrics, attempting parodies, and complaining about facebook.

While I’ve been off my blog posting routine, I’ve jotted down a note or two (should writing on a laptop be called jotting?). Notes, ideas, characters on my screen? I don’t know.

The blog from Ipanema - Hey if you send enough money I could travel down to Ipanema and do a post.


lighten up relax





If I was Frank (and had his band) I would sing, “come blog with me”, or “I’ve got your comment under my blog”. She-who-wonders-why-I-blog loves Frank’s version of "Witchcraft". Here’s my twist on it - Blogcraft.
Those pictures of my hair
That blank whatever stare
That strips my conscience bare
It’s Blogcraft

And I’ve got no defense for it
Ideas are too intense for it
What good would common sense for it do

Cause it’s blogcraft wicked blogcraft
And although I know it’s strictly taboo
When you arouse the words in me
My head says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you’re leading me to

It’s such an ancient pitch
But one that I’d wouldn’t switch
Cause it’s nicer to bitch with you
(imagine the big band sound here )

Cause it’s blogcraft that crazy blogcraft
And although I know it’s strictly taboo
When you arouse the words in me
My head says yes indeed in me
Proceed with what you’re leading me to

It’s such an ancient pitch
But one that I’d never switch
Cause it’s nicer to bitch with you




I thought of working on "Bloggers in the Night" but I don’t want to go there. Bloggers in the night exchanging comments. Do be do be do ….

The more I think about it perhaps irregular posting is a good thing for blogcraft.

Sunday, April 19, 2015

a lost linky feeling and floor needs sweeping

I look at the floor and I see it needs sweeping
Still my broom gently weeps

I don’t pay enough attention to the floor, the dust and a multitude of general maintenance issues all around me. Why I find blogging easier than sweeping or cleaning, I’m not sure. It might have to do with being lazy.

I’ve lost that linky feeling that blogging provided. At least I’ve never lost that loving feline. I’ve never had a pet cat to lose. They say we are creatures of habit. I would say creatures of short habits.





I look at the world and I notice it's turning

I don't know how you were diverted (probably Facebook)
You were perverted too (Facebook again)
I don't know why you were inverted (your smartphone)
No one alerted you








Thanks everyone, I’m taking a long break from this. All the best and lighten up.

Monday, April 13, 2015

whole lotta music history on youtube

Nobody warned me that phrases used in my young days would have new undesirable meaning in my later years. Not that you really need a warning for such a change but I wasn’t expecting it.

For example, Jerry Lee Lewis had a hot hit with “Whole Lotta Shakin’ Goin’ On”.

Back when my head of hair was dark, a whole lotta shakin’ would be a great thing involving girls. Now, this white hair guy thinks of nervous disorders that afflict too many aging people when I hear that phrase. I don’t imagine doctors joke about a whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on in their explanation of their diagnosis.

While listening to my Itunes, the Jerry Lee Lewis song popped up. This post started with the idea of using whole lotta shakin’ goin’ on but before I finished researching various trails and tangents I ended up at “the day the music died”.

Another hit Jerry Lee had was his cover of the Big Bopper’s “Chantilly Lace”. Chantilly lace is fine along with a pony tail hanging down, a wiggle in a walk. But I would not want any great balls of fire.



Big Bopper doing Chantilly Lace


My research uncovered a response song to “Chantilly Lace”. You might remember the song was the male end of a phone call (back when phones were used to talk on) between a guy and a girl. The response song was the girl calling the operator to connect with the guy. The Big Bopper wrote both songs apparently.

Now even I am not old enough to remember ever connecting my call via an operator vs. direct dialing (oh I do remember needing to turn the dial). The Big Bopper didn’t live long enough to hear this response song titled, “Bopper 486609” played on the radio. “The day the music died” happened on Feb. 3, 1959 just before this song was going to release. Buddy Holly, and Richie Valens also died in that single engine Beech Bonanza plane crash.

The Big Bopper’s son, Big Bopper Jr. like his dad sang and played rock-n-roll. My wife and I saw him perform in a tribute concert at the same venue that his dad in the 50’s had played at, the Willowbrook Ballroom. We have seen it there twice. The tribute tour is called “Winterdance Party Tour”. It was organized by John Mueller who plays Buddy Holly. There is also a Richie Valens impersonator.

Here’s a clip about the tribute tour and you’ll notice the Willowbrook Ballroom sign at the beginning (about the 1:19 point).





A sad note - Big Booper Jr. died in 2013.

lighten up watch a slideshow