Subject: Thank God for Buddy Holly
Posted by: sadwings
Date: May 14 17
This is about everything rock and roll from the 50's to the present, but that's only the beginning. Any poets out there? I have a couple of poems to share before too long. Misunderstood song lyrics are always a lot of fun. Favorite album cover art? Any wild or interesting concert experiences? Prefer Motown to rock? Jazz? Blues? You can share all of these things and much more here. Come one come all to the midnight ball! Let's do this!
Posted by: sadwings
Date: May 14 17
This is about everything rock and roll from the 50's to the present, but that's only the beginning. Any poets out there? I have a couple of poems to share before too long. Misunderstood song lyrics are always a lot of fun. Favorite album cover art? Any wild or interesting concert experiences? Prefer Motown to rock? Jazz? Blues? You can share all of these things and much more here. Come one come all to the midnight ball! Let's do this!
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Reply #1041. Mar 13 18, 11:39 AM |
terraorca
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I have no difficulties on this thread, and I am on spring break this week. Brothers and sisters quarrel, but let somebody get in the middle of it, and it's on like donkey kong. Love will keep us together! Mark Reply #1042. Mar 13 18, 11:52 AM |
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Jo, I found the conversation on the other thread. I don't want to get in the middle of something that obviously does't concern me, but I probably have already. Sorry to both of you(Elle and Jo.). Family dinner tonight, everyone around the table, air it all out there. Count me in! Mark Reply #1043. Mar 13 18, 12:06 PM |
UmberWunFayun
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Thanks for that, Kev, that's nice if you. I came here to the FT site just to play quizzes. After the accident, I sometimes have trouble recalling certain everyday words, and I've found that if I keep my brain active, this happens less. I posted on my first blog for one of my daily challenges ( I've never been one for social media, I don't do Facebook or anything) and that led to my meeting you and the other guys. I found I really enjoyed talking with you, I was having fun and I felt like we were friends. It has always been obvious that Elle has trust issues and insecurities, and I made an effort to be especially friendly and tried not to make her feel like I was pushing my way in or trying to steal her friends. She has known you all for a long time and you are all justifiably protective of each other, a quality which I admire. I don't want to leave but this has reminded me why I don't do social media - I don't need the aggravation, and neither do any of the rest of you. I'm going to make my husband dinner, then I'm going to play some quizzes. Oh, and BTW, I would never, ever talk about Elle (or anyone else) unless I was sure they were listening. She can jump in whenever she likes. I know why she hasn't. Reply #1044. Mar 13 18, 12:13 PM |
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Don't worry, Mark, when people are friends, everything concerns all of them. I've got no problem with you :-) Reply #1045. Mar 13 18, 12:15 PM |
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Kevin, I don't think I've ever been on this thread before, but I keep up with it. We've talked before on other threads, and you always make me laugh. BTW, Jo, my name is Anne and I'm from Elvis land. Hi, Mark and Stephanie. I've kind of been out of the loop for the last couple of days, but like Mark, I'm currently on Spring Break and lovin' every single minute. I'm in agreement that I don't like disagreements, and hope everything gets patched up. There's room for all of us here. I treasure all my FT friends and enjoy exchanging all kinds of experiences and ideas, and don't want anyone to feel excluded. "Nuff said. By the way Kevin, did I ever tell you that I am the proud owner of a pair of Buddy Rich's drumsticks? I have a couple of concert stories of my own, but will save them for another time. My musical tastes are somewhat different from yours, but I'm always ready to learn! Gotta go unpack groceries and rest for a bit, then I'm back to play some FT. Anne Reply #1046. Mar 13 18, 1:08 PM |
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Thanks for your reply, Flopsy Mopsy, it's interesting that you are from Salisbury. I went to the Cathedral on the most beautiful day, and sat alone by the charming river. What Peace existed on that day and place! Reply #1047. Mar 13 18, 3:02 PM |
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Oh, for the love of God... Jo. Sweetie. I wasn't talking about you. I don't have insecurities and I'm fine with you making all the friends you possibly can in here. It's a great place to make friends, and I think you're lovely, funny, engaging and kind. I like you very much. You don't know me. I realize that. Now MJ coming in to "correct me" just one more time is beyond grating, but that's what she does, for sport. Fun, isn't it? She's not supposed to do that anymore, but that isn't stopping her. We don't know why she gets away with this. We only know that she does. Ask around, it's not exactly a big secret. In all the years I have been on this site, 10? 11? I have had exactly three problems: One with that miraculous Googler who lives to find me in a mistake and then "correct" me. She's like "The Shining," only worse. She pretended to be my friend for awhile. Huge mistake. One was a freaky Baker chick who also pretended to be my friend, for awhile. The other is a teammate who is now a stalker, right out here in my real world, because he would not give up before he "found me." It took him years, but he did it, and when he did, he is now making my life a living, breathing hell. I am terrified of him, but he's not letting up. Stop me when any of this sounds like fun, of any kind. But for anyone who is interested in facts, I don't have trust issues. I just don't like being jumped for something petty. I'm kind of used to it from what's her name, which is sad. It's like getting used to banging your head on the wall. But that's a first for the Sheriff, who would not dream of apologizing. Oh well. Our loss, but no real concern for anyone else. He hasn't been online very long, and I don't think he understands how all this works, but he'll figure it out in time. Would you like to know a few of my real issues, just so we're clear? They have nothing to do with this site, where we all come to have fun, and some of us actually do. I'm a Team Leader, so I have to come here now, whether I want to or not. Right now, I do not. But since we're all here, gunning for bear, let's go over a few of my real-life issues. I have pain off the charts, and my Pain Clinic here is a disaster. I probably shouldn't take pain meds before I come in, but I come upstairs to my bedroom to alternate heat and ice on my back, and let it rest, because I have to do a lot out here in the real world, excruciating pain or not. The Pain Meds I take would fell a moose. They don't touch my pain. They do, however, make me edgy. I'd like to meet the person who is happy, joyous and free in his/her pain. Then, add pain medication. It's a nightmare. A 16-hour drive with hysterical cats did not make do wonders for my back. And by the way, they were given the same med you're taking, Dorkus, and had the same reaction to it that I have when I tried it -- it made them hysterical. It was a terrible 16 hours for all of us, and we were almost killed in Wyoming when the weather turned into something I've never seen before. How that did not turn into a tornado, I will never know. I lost things that blew off the back of the truck, though. The rest of my stuff was being professionally moved, but ended up in storage for 7 months. Almost all my furniture, all antiques, were broken. Some of my stuff MELTED. I lost my entire family. They're gone. I don't have kids of my own, so being an Aunt is huge for me. All those kids, and I, are suffering, tremendously. My siblings turned into something out of a horror film. It's heartbreaking, and my heart is completely shattered. We've always been close, and I've always been the peacemaker. Now, I'm just here and alone and lost. I made this move impulsively because I believed my sisters, who said they needed me. My friends in Colorado are now very concerned, but we can't figure out a way to get me back there. I have friends, dear ones. Incredible, long-term friends. Just not here, in Hooterville. My friends here, who were my sisters, moved away. It just about killed me. Literally. And then there is my Tulo. He was poisoned by a Day Lily when he was not quite two years old, and he spent 14 consecutive days and nights in a Veterinary Hospital in the ICU. Want to know what that cost? You probably wouldn't believe me, and The Shining would leap in to tell me how wrong I am. I'm not. I spent a small fortune, making sure he did not die. They spent the first three days assuring me he was going to die. On the third day, I had had enough, and I won't bore you with the details, because you probably won't believe me, but not only did he not die, he turned around and now he is flourishing. However, I am not okay with taking him away from the best Veterinary care in the world. Seriously. The leading Vet specializing in Renal Failure In Cats is a teacher at CSU, who lectures around the world. He agrees my Tulo is my miracle kitty, because he is. If something happens to him here, where pets are just ornaments, I don't know what I will do. My Father died in August. It was terrible. A terrible death that ripped my family to pieces. I'm glad I was here, because little grandchildren were clinging to me at the graveside full Military Funeral, after the funeral at the church. It was a long and terrible day, it was jarring, and I was braced for it. They weren't. My Mother died two years before that, right before Christmas. Maybe on Christmas. Maybe right after. It's all a blur of "What In The Holy Hell Is Happening To Our Family, And How Can We Be Orphaned At Such A Young Age?" I couldn't get here for her funeral. My Pain Specialist forbade it. He did say he could get me here, if I travelled flat on my back in cargo, but once I got here, I would be nothing but a liability, so I couldn't make that trip. So I cried on the phone a lot and helped write her obituary. And paid for as much as I possibly could, since I couldn't do anything else. I made a terrible mistake with this move, and 7 months and four houses later, three of which I owned, outright (think about that for a minute -- it was terrifying, and Winter Was Coming, Jon Snow) I finally was able to move into this house. I sold the others, which is the only actual miracle in any of this, and the only thing that has gone almost sort of right. By the time I got here, I was just done. Done done. I crashed into anxiety from all the stress of this move, and death and abandonment, and I couldn't uncurl. I'm still being treated for anxiety. Ever experienced it? Full-blown, down onto the floor, hyperventilating anxiety? It's also terrifying, and it hurts, emotionally and physically. And I had no doctors yet. I had no one to help me. I didn't have a CAR. I was just stranded here. I ended up with bleeding ulcers, and a stricture, and couldn't eat, at all. I've had seven medical procedures to attempt to "fix" that. I have to take medication for that, too. I still can't eat, but I've gained back the 30 pounds I lost in one month, so I suppose that's progress, depending on your viewpoint. I'm barely maintaining it, however, and I'm a thin girl. I went from 120 pounds to 90 pounds and looked like a war refugee. And now, at my tender age, my blood pressure is so high, we can't get it down. It's 197 over something terrible, every time I take it, and every time someone medical takes it. But at night, it crashes into dangerously low levels. No one knows why. The BP meds I've tried make me desperately ill. We don't know why. But I can't take them. Last night, after my fun-filled day and evening in here, when I was shaking so hard I couldn't do much of anything, and when I couldn't sleep because I don't do that anymore, either, I was walking down my hallway when I passed out, right at the top of my stairs. Pretty sure really low blood pressure might cause that. I went all the way down and crashed, head-first into the wall. This is a house built in 1912, and that is a long, steep flight of stairs. It could have been worse; I could have gone right through the window and impaled myself on the glass. But I have a lump the size of Texas on my head where I hit the side of that window sill, a bruise the size of New York on my thigh, and I jammed both hands and thumbs and twisted and torqued everything. So perfect for my wounded back. I woke up to kitties surrounding me, wondering why my view was facedown on the landing, but since this has happened 11 or 12 times before, I figured it out pretty quickly. I can't cry. I also can't laugh. I have zero release, and I need release desperately. I'm concerned about myself, but no one else is, at least no one close enough to help me, so I'm just stuck. And alone. And afraid, which is so unlike me. Please forgive me if I've forgotten anything, because I'm certain I have, and maybe wince with me when I realize I shouldn't have posted all of this. But to hell with it. My character continues to be called into question, and I'm sick of it. There now. Everything tidied up. I have to go play everything for my team, while wondering if I have a concussion. I don't know how to tell. I'm not sure I really care anymore. But I'm making a sign to put in the window of my front porch, alerting anyone and everyone in my neighborhood that one person and three kitties live here, and if anything happens to me, to please take care of my kitties. Have fun in this Blog. Everything is fun... for awhile. Reply #1048. Mar 13 18, 3:07 PM |
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I also found out that day what a "warm, soft breeze" was. I was raised by the great Columbia River, the wind blows there, I'd say, about 90% of the time. It's not a breeze, nor soft. nor warm. It's either cold or hot strong wind. There are now hundreds , maybe thousands, of wind power windmills along the bluffs along the river. So I was surprised and in awe to feel a warm, gentle breeze! Reply #1049. Mar 13 18, 3:12 PM |
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Sorry, the above post was supposed to be a follow-up to my previous post about Salisbury. Elle, I hope and pray that your situation will improve, and I am very sorry about the bad luck dogging your footsteps. Feel better, Elle, we'[ll lift a glass of wine together! Reply #1050. Mar 13 18, 3:27 PM |
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You mean the same Columbia River that boasts some of the worlds best sailboarding. Reply #1051. Mar 13 18, 4:02 PM |
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That's right, Mark. and the major location of that sport, because of the wind, Is Hood river, Oregon. Hood River is across the river from the county where I was raised, and I was born in Hood River, named for Mt. Hood. That stretch of the Columbia River is called The Columbia Gorge, the River was big and strong enough to cut it's way through the Cascade Mountains as they were being formed. I love the history and geography of the , Pacific Northwest and aught the subject for many years (high school). Reply #1052. Mar 13 18, 6:03 PM |
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Reply #1053. Mar 13 18, 6:36 PM |
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Take care of yourself Elle, we care. Reply #1054. Mar 13 18, 6:54 PM |
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Reply #1055. Mar 13 18, 7:04 PM |
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Kev, I do remember that you lived sort of near me, in the Northwest. I view the Mississippi as sort of a lazy, "Old Man River" as opposed to the Columbia. a real "wild child" until tamed by the many dams on it now. Someday they may be gone, but we won't be around to see it, only nature's children will again enjoy it. By the way, I saw Buddy Rich perform once in Las Vegas, he was impressive! It was about the same time I saw Elvis there on his comeback to Rock n' Roll in 1969. How I have loved Elvis through the years! His death is one you always remember where you were and what you were doing when you heard the news, like John Lennon and JFK. At least I remember all of them. Reply #1056. Mar 13 18, 9:31 PM |
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Happy Pi Day Reply #1057. Mar 13 18, 11:50 PM |
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The only thing Pi means to me is "The Life of Pi" I love tigers! Guess I am from the other side of the brain! Reply #1058. Mar 14 18, 12:35 AM |
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Reply #1059. Mar 14 18, 5:06 AM |
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I want to say one more thing, and then I don't want to say anymore things. And for the record, there is zero inflection in any of this. Other than pain, I don't feel anything. So please don't read anything into this other than the words I am trying to impart on this flat, dead screen. Go back to the beginning of your blog, Sheriff, and just read the first 12 pages. You could read further, but that should do it. Maybe, just for the sake of any kind of salvation, everyone who lurks about in here, ready to leap on me, should do this, especially Miss Manners, The L.I. Queen of Correctness, an entity I would prefer to never see again, anywhere, in this lifetime or any other lifetime. I did tell you she would rejoice over seeing what happened to us in here, and just like clockwork, she showed up. It's so predictable, it's really just sad. Look how far we've come from then, to today, when we were just becoming friends, and you were still so new in here and to the internet in general, you were still dripping wet, and then tell me why that happened. Because I am completely baffled. Right out of nowhere, you went from zero to 120 in 6 seconds flat, and mowed me right into the ground over forgetting a post I made months and months ago about a band. You turned into someone I don't even recognize. It really couldn't have happened at a worse time. Maybe just going forward into your happy tomorrow, while you meditate on goodness and light, while also smacking anything negative that comes into your life in the nose and right into the ground, while also doling out warnings, very violent and threatening remarks which makes absolutely no sense whatsoever, consider that when someone assures you that you have hurt her feelings, and then still apologizes and asks for forgiveness, maybe the right thing to do is to consider that and then tell her you accept her apology, and then take a look at your behavior to see if maybe, just maybe, you might have made an egregious error. I always tried to help you, I always listened to you, I always stood up for you, because that's what I do for my friends, and I did foolishly think we were friends. Oddly, I can count on one hand the number of people who have publicly stood up for me in my entire life -- two, and both of them girls, and both of them now trying to help me figure out how to move back to where I had a life, and was happy. I never expect anyone to stand up for me. It's just the nature of the beast and the world we live in. But I also never expect my friends to turn on me like rabid dogs, because I don't have friends that would do that. I am completely worthless today, so I'm going to lie in bed with my eyes closed and ice on my head, to see if at some point my vision will clear, or if I'm going to need to drive myself to the E.R. I banged my head a little too hard the last time I crashed and burned and plowed into a plaster wall at the bottom of the stairs. But you should go grab Jo and bring her back, and reassure her that I wasn't referring to her, because I wasn't. She and I barely know each other. And if you won't do this, I'll drop her a little note to tell her myself. Because it's the right thing to do. Again, I am eternally sorry, but by the time I realized you were no longer joking and were deathly, deadly serious, it was far too late. Words have the power to heal or harm, and the harm was already done. Over a post. About a band. In a blog. That just does not matter. The End. Reply #1060. Mar 14 18, 10:47 AM |
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