Postmodern Jukebox

 

I just found this great interruption by Postmodern Jukebox of a song by Toto called ” Africa ” that I am excited to share.

To be honest I was over the original version of ‘ Africa ‘ about a week after it was released in 1981 because I heard it playing over the sound system NON STOP at a Mall I was working at.

( Remember Malls anyone? )

and I’ve pretty much hated it ever since.

Just as an FYI the original video for this was a ‘hit’ on MTV and music critics la la loved everything about this song.

Me not so much.

Actually I hated the video too.

So what tickled my fancy and got me into the song after a lifetime of ” no, ugh turn it off ” which is a reaction I have to most songs by the Beatles too -was not only the arrangement ( which has a sense of movement and adventure), but the staging for the song- which I’ll let you see without comment.

So go ahead- give it a whirl, this is a good one:

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Africa

David Paich and Jeff Porcaro

I hear the drums echoing tonight
But she hears only whispers of some quiet conversation
She’s coming in, 12:30 flight
The moonlit wings reflect the stars that guide me towards salvation
I stopped an old man along the way
Hoping to find some old forgotten words or ancient melodies
He turned to me as if to say
“Hurry boy, it’s waiting there for you”

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)

The wild dogs cry out in the night
As they grow restless, longing for some solitary company
I know that I must do what’s right
As sure as Kilimanjaro rises like Olympus above the Serengeti
I seek to cure what’s deep inside, frightened of this thing that I’ve become

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)

Hurry boy, she’s waiting there for you

It’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you
There’s nothing that a hundred men or more could ever do
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(I bless the rain)
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
I bless the rains down in Africa
(Gonna take the time)
Gonna take some time to do the things we never had (ooh, ooh)

Blocked

I hate it- HATE to admit I may ( from time to time ) suffer from Writer’s Block.

I’d rather tell you how much I weigh, or what it was like to have flowers delivered to my house for Valentine’s Day and when I read the card found out that they were delivered to the wrong house…of course that was after I took pictures of them and posted them on line.

So yeah, admitting that I upon occasion can’t whip up a story or poem is an ego cruncher for me.

This year I had a built in excuse for not being ‘creative’ how could I top the horror show that is life in the USA right now?

A Plague, a Sociopath as President, I moved to a town where you can’t get Gelato and the cultural center is a Walmart.

My Muse sits in a tree watching Murder Hornets build a hive and won’t share the details with me.

But then I remember this quote:

Maybe I need to fess up and say, sure I suffer from Writer’s Block like everybody else and when I do all I have to do is go out there and look for those Murder Hornets, do more then give the Hairy Eyeball to that jerk who sits across from me on the train and takes his mask off while he reads his bible, then prays- coughing and snorting the entire time because as he’s explained to me ” It’s a sin to hide from God . “

Murder Hornets.

Where are you when I need you?

I guess I’ll need to write about it.

Buh Bye Writer’s Block.

For now.

Prompt: One-Liner Wednesday, July 8th – That feeling when…

The Radio Is ON

I missed my calling by YEARS- it would have been great to write for radio back in the day. Enjoy these, they’re really fun!

Inner Sanctum episode titled The Death Deal about a man found dead in a car but it’s not the man who owns the car or is it? Find out what happens next in this episode of Inner Sanctum. Originally aired 04/18/1949.
The Witch’s Tale episode titled Rock A Bye Baby about a Man Robert Christie from Missouri and his wife who has the nickname Rockabye Baby wager $100 that one of them can spend the night in a haunted mansion in England. Originally aired 07/25/1932 and aired again in 1934.
Mysterious Traveler Episode Titled Locomotive Ghost. Originally Aired 07/06/1947.

Share Your World

Share Your World 7-6-2020

In your opinion, what’s the closest thing to real magic?

Microwaving Peeps- I swear to God when Peeps poof out in the microwave I am awestruck

every

single

time.

Where is the worst smelling place you’ve been?

When the garbage train goes by the platform at the Station it is the worst smelling place on Earth bar none.

What are some things that you’ve heard in your own life, which sounded like compliments but were actually insults

” It’s so good to see you ( long pause ) again.”

What incredibly common thing have you never done?

I’ve never been asked to dance.

Where The Skies Are Not Cloudy

RDP Monday: IMPETUOUS

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I’ve seen it in the comment sections of blogs, I’ve seen it on FB, I’ve heard it on the train and on the buses.

” Why are people making such a big deal out of racism now? It’s always been around. Obviously it’s all politics. But it has to stop. People have to tone it down. It’s just so negative.”

I’ve actually got an answer for that.

People have been passionate about it, people have been beat and shot and not hired for jobs or fired from jobs because of it and they cried out for justice and relief from it literally from day one.

They’ve NEVER not talked about it because people have been living it.

And maybe you missed it because you weren’t listening.

Or maybe did hear it and just didn’t care.

At any rate, no you don’t get to tell anyone to tone it down or not be so loud or to stop protesting.

Whatever bubble you were in before, may you find it and float away to your happy place:

Where seldom is heard
A discouraging word
And the skies are not cloudy all day

 

Good Boy Hamish!

It’s the 4th of July and my dog Hamish Macbeth is chillaxin with his Escargot toy from Bark Box.

I think he has the right idea, today is a chillaxin kind of day-

Not eating the snail one- Mommy is ordering pizza instead.

amm

Hamish Macbeth-Photo By A.M. Moscoso
Hamish Macbeth Photo A.M. Moscoso

It’s Boom Day Y’all

Sure, yes, right.

Today it’s all about Freedoms and Flags and forcing that tear out of the corner of your eye when you stand on a corner at a 4th of July parade and little girls dressed up like Betsy Ross ride by on a float waving little flags on sticks.

But the reality is, it’s Boom Day Y’all.

It’s all about things that go zip and pop and kaboom and barbequed burgers and side dishes drenched in mayonnaise and bottles of beer  chillng in a kiddie pool with a watermelon and shooting off the last of your fireworks at three in the morning.

As a side note, in the midst of your revelries try not blow off your fingers with your customized fireworks , or shoot a bottle rocket into your neighbor’s eye or hump your gun and up sending a bullet into your own house and leaving a hole in your tv.

Really though, have fun- why not? Just try not to maim anyone or set anything on fire. Boom Day falls on a Saturday so you can have loads of fun and not just a little if you play your cards right.

I’m going to end off here with some videos that I believe both express and add some much needed tone to the day, because for as silly as I think the 4th is, I do love to roast marshmallows with my feet up and sip on Sangria under the starlight.

amm

Mine Smell Like Posies

RDP Thursday – FLATUS

I learned some interesting things when I looked up the definition for Flatus ( today’s RDP prompt )

I learned that a fart can kill you. Well maybe not murder you outright but holding it in can seriously mess you up.

People have googled ‘Can you get coronavirus from a fart ” and I want to know one thing….what the hell? How did this even become a question?

And

Boys don’t fart more then girls- which is bull because I raised three boys and they are Fart factories. I don’t care what science or Google say. It’s also a fact that girl farts smell like posies. I can say that because when girls fart we say so and given that guys seem to like Farts so much they agree. Also, they seem to enjoy it when we toot them out and pretty much give you a standing ovation-

Especially if it’s loud.

People write poems about Farts- but they stink. So I’m not posting them here.

Now here is a song that comes as close to explaining gas in the human body- actually it’s about bacteria but I love this song so I’m going to post it.

Wouldn’t want to hold it- doing that kind of thing can really hurt you.

It’s science look it up Here

Mabel’s Bookstore

Putting My Feet in the Dirt July Prompt:

1. The page where the heart speaks words

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My bus stop

is in front of a used bookstore called ” Mabel’s “

Mabel’s has a cat that likes to lounge in the window on top of a fuzzy, dusty set of Encyclopedia Britannica’s that smells like catnip and cat pee and you get a nose full of it when you open the door.

Mabel’s customers are too polite to point this out.

Because Maybel’s customers are cat people.

Maybel’s bookshelves are packed with books about cooking and romance and how to travel to France on a shoestring budget. There are even books about how to train dogs and collect butterflies and there are books about poetry- how to write it, how to read it and how to understand it too.

Those books smell like catnip and cat pee too, but Mabel’s customers ignore it because Mabel’s customers are cat people so when the occasional cat ( sometimes it’s a black cat, there’s a few Tabby’s and couple of Siamese cats too ) strolls along the top of the shelf and wants to jump down, Mabel’s customers will politely step aside and let them pass because

Mabel’s customers are cat people.

After years and years of standing in front of Mabel’s and getting a noseful of cat pee and catnip and sometimes cat fur too, I decided to go into Mabel’s and shop around.

Because I like books.

I strolled around shelves of books about fairy tales and books about Dungeons and Dragons and books with covers where the Vampires strapped in corsets and there is even a few spinner racks full of bookmarks and another with bookplates jammed into corners where the light switches are, which must make it a chore to switch the lights off and on- on the other hand I can’t seem to remember a time when the lights were ever off at Mabel’s.

I heard a meow and I looked up and then I heard another meow and I looked behind me.

A chubby little Tabby was sitting on a table next to a chair where Mabel’s customers sometimes sat and thumbed through a volume or too that smelled like cat pee and sometimes catnip.

” Hello Mabel’s Cat. ” I said stepping back because, to be honest I’m not a cat person. I think I might be allergic because my nose always tingles when I’m around them and my eyes water a little bit too.

Mabel’s cat jumped off of the table and when it hit the floor, it sent up a poof of cat fur from the floor and when it’s paws where firmly grounded it streatched up and up and in it’s place was a small chubby man with salt and pepper hair.

” You’re not a cat person I see. ” he said.

I crouched and fell gently forwards and when my front paws touched the dusty floorboards I shook my head from side to side, sneezed a little and said, ” Not even a little around the edges.”

I may have barked that and I may have barked it a little to loud but Mabel’s customers would not have pointed that out because even though the customers at Mabel’s are cat people, they’re very polite.

Even to dog people.