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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UmberWunFayun
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I don't scare easily, but in 1975, when that movie came out, I was 4 years old. Mom took me and my sister to see it at the cinema, and that was the first time I'd ever been. So the first time in my life I ever saw a full colour, seriously loud movie on a huge gigantic screen, it was a killer shark eating people. Good decision, mom :-$ Reply #1081. Mar 15 18, 4:24 AM |
Memorycat65 
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Jo, It's sooo good to hear your chat voice! How I love that song! It's one of those tunes that somehow just get etched the memory. The other song from the "American Pie" album which stands out for me is "Vincent." What an album - what a year! I loved the stories of your travels, especially the one about the secret WWII installation. My bucket list includes visiting your fair country. Most of my travels involve Latin American countries and Canada. Years ago, I made a promise to see the Aztec, Mayan, and Incan ruins, and it's a promise I was able to keep. Glad I did, because now the world's become a much more dangerous place, especially in the areas of the world where I went. Kevin, I didn't mean to go away and leave you hanging about Buddy Rich's drumsticks. Btw, I do plan on viewing the site you sent me, just haven't gotten to it yet. I'm experiencing a few health issues, and am trying to acclimate to some new medication, so my appearances here have been a little spotty. Ready for Buddy? Back in the dear, dim days of 1970, a group of us from the college band program trekked over to see Buddy in concert, and it was well worth it - he was electric with energy! I remember thinking, "Wow, this guy is only about five years younger than my father." And, although my father was a big, strong guy, Buddy made him look like a snail in the energy department. (Or maybe raising four children had depleted my father's reserves.) Anyway, seeing this incredible man perform really began to put the age thing into perspective for me. After the show, a dear friend of mine (a really fine percussionist in her own right) grabbed my arm and informed me that we were going to get in and see "the man." I was horrified, but unable to resist, went along for the ride. I was terrified, because Buddy Rich had the reputation for having quite a temper, and he did not suffer fools gladly. Amazing but true, we got in with relatively little difficulty, and once there, Mr. Rich couldn't have been nicer. He turned out to be quite the gentleman; he was bathed in sweat and obviously exhausted from his performance, yet he took a few minutes of his time to be kind to two young college girls. When we were in the midst of excusing ourselves, he reached into a case, extracted two sets of drumsticks and gave them to us! On the way back to the parking lot, I thought my friend was going to have the big O - I bet she still has her set - I know I do. Stephanie, I've always wanted to see the Columbia - I grew up next door to the Arkansas, White, and Mississippi. The latter can indeed be "lazy," but it can also be dangerous. Here in Memphis, it is extremely wide and only grows wider on its way towards New Orleans. Here, it is dangerous in times of flood. Fortunately for us, this doesn't happen too often, but when it does, look out! The really treacherous parts of the Mississippi are further north, places like Iowa and St. Louis, MO, where the river is much narrower and moves more swiftly. Back in 1994 and about 3 years ago it moved like a bullet and took lots of lives and property. In 1994, my grandmother passed away, and all of us kids were going to clear out her house. We went over the bridge at Cairo, IL and saw a house floating downriver - omg, it was scary and impressive! The weather people called it a "500 year flood," and they made a believer of me. Stephanie, I know what you mean when you say most of us of a certain age remember where we were when we got the news that Elvis died. I, too, am a fan. Back in the 1990s, my husband and I went to Graceland. It was beautiful, but it took us by surprise because it was so much smaller than we imagined. Everyone calls it the "mansion," and it was back when Elvis lived in it. But, by today's standards, not so much. I will say, though, that the room's were beautifully appointed, especially the "Jungle Room" and the poolroom. We were there the day the Elvis stamp was issued, and the place was packed with impersonators and TV film crews. It kind of gave me the creeps, and I couldn't help but wonder what "The King" would have thought of it all. At heart, he was a country boy who hit it big, yet in many ways, he was a very lonely man. Stephanie - I'm glad you got a chance to see him in '69 - only wish I could have been there! Time to put on a pot of coffee and greet the day, and "thank you, thank you very much!" for reading this. Anne Reply #1082. Mar 15 18, 5:06 AM |
hickorystick
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Enjoy reading all of these posts, and I thought my life was in the dumper!! Hope you all have a super weekend, I am going down to The Florida Keys to do some fishing with a buddy I have known since we were in grade school together!! Reply #1083. Mar 15 18, 5:28 AM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Wow, Anne, the things you've seen! The Mayan, Aztec and Incan temples I would love to see, but that kind of travel is out of the question for me now. I always wanted to travel the US and try to spend time in every state. When I was 19 or so, a friend and I sorted out visas, permits and all the embassy stuff to come over there and work for twelve months, doing various seasonal labouring jobs in different states, (if I remember correctly it was three weeks work, one week travelling and sightseeing, then three weeks work somewhere else), but two weeks before we were due to fly out she got a new boyfriend and wouldn't leave him. I chickened out of going alone, and have regretted it ever since. I'm sure I could have made friends along the way, but at that age it just seemed too scary. And you think there's always going to be plenty of time to just do it another month, or another year... Anyways, I ended up going to college instead to study veterinary nursing, and I haven't seen that friend for over 25 years. I love to hear about where everybody lives, and the places you've all been, it's the next best thing to being there myself. :-) Reply #1084. Mar 15 18, 6:22 AM |
| UmberWunFayun
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The first record I ever owned was an Elvis album. For my eighth birthday, my parents bought me my own record player and the 'Heartbreak Hotel' And I still have it. Reply #1085. Mar 15 18, 6:27 AM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Oops, I deleted 'LP'. It was supposed to say the 'Heartbreak Hotel' LP. No idea how that happened, I'm such a techno-spaz lol. Reply #1086. Mar 15 18, 6:29 AM |
terraorca
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I hope Elle comes back to this thread, she adds to every conversation. Reply #1087. Mar 15 18, 10:13 AM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Mark, Elle contacted me privately and I've asked her to come back, so hopefully when she's feeling better she'll return to brighten everyone's day :-) Reply #1088. Mar 15 18, 10:23 AM |
mpkitty
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Have a great fishing trip, Hickory Stick, Mike! Come back and tell us about the beauty of the Keys. Jo and Anne mentioned Don Mclean, one of my fondest Memories of teaching is that I had filmstrip of Mclean Singing "Vincent and was illustrated as he sang with the many beautiful paintings of Vincent. The words of the song are beautiful, too. Vincent Don McLean Starry starry night Paint your palette blue and gray Look out on a summer's day With eyes that know the darkness in my soul Shadows on the hills Sketch the trees and the daffodils Catch the breeze and the winter chills In colors on the snowy linen land Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now Starry starry night Flaming flowers that brightly blaze Swirling clouds in violet haze Reflect in Vincent's eyes of china blue Colors changing hue Morning fields of amber grain Weathered faces lined in pain Are soothed beneath the artist's loving hand Now I understand What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now For they could not love you But still your love was true And when no hope was left inside On that starry starry night You took your life as lovers often do But I could have told you Vincent This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Starry starry night Portraits hung in empty halls Frameless heads on nameless walls With eyes that watch the world and can't forget Like the strangers that you've met The ragged men in ragged clothes The silver thorn of bloody rose Lie crushed and broken on the virgin snow Now I think I know What you tried to say to me How you suffered for your sanity How you tried to set them free They did not listen, they're not listening still Perhaps they Reply #1089. Mar 15 18, 10:28 AM |
| mpkitty
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Woops, anyway, my favorite line is: This world was never meant for one as beautiful as you Reply #1090. Mar 15 18, 10:29 AM |
| terraorca
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Very nice! Reply #1091. Mar 15 18, 10:47 AM |
| Memorycat65
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Stephanie, thanks so much for the words to "Vincent." The beauty of the melody, the words, and the reality of the artist's life simply catch at my heart and are so timeless. Since we've been speaking of music, are any of you blues fans? The men of blues are greats, but my favorites are the ladies: Dinah Washington ("Queen of the Jukeboxes"), Etta James, Bessie Smith ("The Empress of the Blues"), Helen Humes, Koko Taylor, and more recently, Shemikia Copeland (daughter of blues legend guitarist, Johnny Copeland). Speaking of the blues, Beale Street will be hopping this weekend, and rivers of green beer will be flowing for St. Patrick's Day. Been there on this holiday before, and I'm just as happy to leave the young ones to it! Also, 'Beware the Ides of March'! Elle, I hope you are feeling better in body and spirit, and join us here soon. Anne I, too, miss Elle being here, and hope she returns soon. Reply #1092. Mar 15 18, 12:19 PM |
| UmberWunFayun
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That song is beautiful, and I think there are definitely several of us here who identify with Vincent's struggles, making it all the more poignant. It's gonna be going round and round in my head for hours now. Hopefully it will block out the sound of my lil pupper barking at all of the adult dogs to try and get them to play with her. The Weimaraner is currently looking down his long nose at her with noble disdain :-) Reply #1093. Mar 15 18, 12:49 PM |
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Mark? Can you please come talk tome? I don't want to be in here, but I need to talk to someone. I can't stand it. This bridge collapse is so terrible. Pleae, will you find me? Stephanie? Someone? Reply #1094. Mar 15 18, 1:13 PM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Elle! Stay here, you can talk to everyone. What's wrong? Reply #1095. Mar 15 18, 2:09 PM |
| terraorca
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Elle, I'm right here. It appears to have been an accident. Mark Reply #1096. Mar 15 18, 2:10 PM |
sadwings
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Reply #1097. Mar 15 18, 3:21 PM |
| Blackdresss
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I know it was an accident. That doesn't make it better. The bridge only opened Saturday. That construction company is screwed, blued and tattooed. And those people are crushed like Pepsi cans in their cars, under 950 tons of concrete. I don't think they can get them out of there. They've even turned away the press and police helicopters to try to make that entire area dead silent, so they can listen for sounds of life. I don't think anyone is coming out of that alive. I hope I'm wrong, but I don't think I am. *Cue Google Queen to come correct me, STAT.* I've divulged way too much of myself in a place I felt safe, only to discover I was not. But I feel everything. I feel it before it happens. I feel things and have no idea why I'm feeling what I'm feeling, until I find out when whoever or whatever it is finds me. I know now why that hit me like a dump truck, but I didn't at the time. I'm not going to explain that. I know now I am not safe in here to be myself, and I have no idea, or any desire, to be anyone else. I've tried to talk about empathy, but it's fallen on deaf ears. You either have it, or you do not. You either believe in it, or you don't care. I only like real people, because I can only relate to real people. Because I'm real. I've spoken about the Blues in here before. It pretty much fell on deaf ears, so I left it alone. But I love the Blues. Enough on that. It's just not my blog, and no one may repeat themselves, or forget they said something before, except the Blogger, who does it all the time, but apparently doesn't realize it. We just let it slide. Maybe you should consider doing the same. These are the lines from "Vincent" that have always leapt out at me: "Now I understand What you tried to say to me And how you suffered for your sanity And how you tried to set them free They would not listen, they did not know how Perhaps they'll listen now" They won't. They never will. Oh my God, what if it's contagious?? Kevin, this is your happy little blog. If you are going to continue to ignore me, and if you do not put on your big boy pants and speak to me about this, you will never see me again, anywhere. Are you hearing me, at all? Do you truly just not care, at all, or is this some nutty guy pride thing? Because I have men as friends, and they don't do that "thing." I thought you were real. If you are not, all you have to do is say that magic word. It's easy for guys -- guys do it all the time. Men, however, do not. I can easily just move somewhere else to talk about whatever. Or I can just play trivia and go dark. You knew I was fragile and raw when I came in here. We all talked about it. Now you know the details, and if this falls just one more time on deaf ears, I am going to beg an Admin to come in here and delete my posts, so that none of me resides here anymore. They probably won't do it, but they do for other people. They did it for you, apparently. Maybe if I truly beg, on bended knee, they will do it for me. But, you know, look at all your new friends and posters. You can start all over, telling all your stories again, and singing all your songs, and posting all your poems. Maybe that would be better? I do realiize real people are not for everyone. I also realize how hard it is to discern that in here, but I thought I was good at it, because I've always been good at it. I really, really hurt myself when I fell headfirst down a long flight of stairs. Every inch of me hurts, and that's just the physical pain. You know how to make this right. I need to know if you are going to do that. It's easy. Either do it, or tell me to go to away, and I'll leave a vapor trail. I think I'm probably wasting my time, but you must know that if I'm trying this, just one more time, I must care, right? But again, say the word, and I will shut that caring down at the source, and you can turn into someone else, if that's easier. Do you see that ball? It's in your court. I have to go pretend I play on a team now. Reply #1098. Mar 15 18, 5:10 PM |
| terraorca
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Elle, I can't speak for everyone, but I care. I don't know how to take away your pain, if I could, I would. I think that you might be surprised how many people on here care. Your friend, Mark Reply #1099. Mar 15 18, 5:39 PM |
| UmberWunFayun
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Everyone, Elle. All this is proof that the petty stuff doesn't matter. Life matters, and using it well while we have it. It's only on loan, and for such a short time. Reply #1100. Mar 15 18, 5:53 PM |
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