*Ah, lovely Joe Public’s song, check 1975… /billows smoke… Actually, Clicky, I think there’s something missing. What is it?*
*Fuck yeah! No one picked Kate Bush? That’s shocking… /smokes…*
Dear Reader, happy Monday…
*Yes you do, Clicky… /flicks ash… That 1979, leaving 1, 2, 4, 6 and 7 to slip in. I wonder what Cade’s choices are…*
… And today we are presenting songs from the 1970s, the decade that put the ‘oil’ in turmoil. Please enjoy our ‘Gold Standard’… 😉
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Day 13: Songs from the ’70s
Cade’s first song pick…
Lots going on with music in the 1970’s. Was a weird time. Everything not yet commercialized in music was busy being commercialized, and there was no shortage of music to be had. All sorts of music from anywhere and everywhere. I wonder if the popularization of “the salad bar” has anything to do with the propagation of music. Well, maybe that in conjunction with the availability of devices to play music just about anywhere and everywhere. Oh, and the mass production of music made available via multiple mediums as well as the creation of large chains of music stores. It was quite amazing as a kid to walk into a record store and see row after row of albums on the shelves. Who are all these people? Where is all this music coming from?
I’m bouncing around in time a bit between the starry-eyed kid that I was then, and the hopefully somewhat more knowledgeable person I am now. And yeah, it was a mystical time to me back then. Not only was everything new, everything seemed…surreal. Dreamy. I dunno how else to qualify it. Everything around me was real, and it was happening, but everything was so odd and bizarre that it seemed to strain the imagination. Completely and totally unreal. Fuzzy.
^Time^
Roob’s first song pick…
I didn’t really like Marc Bolan of T. Rex when I was growing up in the 70s. I think it was because of the iron-on transfer of his face mum put on my tee shirt. My little sis got a Jimmy Osman ironed on to hers and I really wanted his brother Donny emblazoned across my chest. I got Marc Bolan instead; the shop had sold out of iron-on Donnies.
Childhood trauma caused by not getting what you want aside, I grew up and came to appreciate the late Marc Bolan, and T. Rex’s ‘Get It On’ is bang on for the ’70s.
Ever stop and wonder what the point of music is? What its purpose is? I just did, and pretty sure it was the first time in my life that I’ve ever done so. Man…what a mind-bender. What, is the point, of music? I got nothin’. Maybe its just something we do.
/shrug
Music is a language, sure. A medium for transmitting information. A method of “getting through” or otherwise expressing a something or communicating in a certain way when all other means and modes fail us. But sometimes it doesn’t work well in any of those capacities. May as well be a fucking force-field. A wall. An electrified barbed-wire fence. A landmine, a bazooka, a sword or some other kind of weapon. A bottomless pit of full of nothing, leading absolutely nowhere.
^John Williams:”Close Encounters of the Third Kind” (1977)-Main Theme^
Yeah, I figure that if you’re gonna address 1970’s music, and you actually lived through that period? You gotta address “movie music”. And if you’re gonna address “movie music” of the 1970’s, that means John Williams.
^John Williams: Theme from Jaws (Boston Pops)^
John Williams was by no means the only composer of the period, and there are actually a lot of great composers from the period. But again, if you lived in this period of time, I’ve given you three pieces of music that are likely to resonate in your head to this very day. Oh wait, I’ve only given you two so far. Lemme see if YouTube and Lucasfilm LTD. and/or The Walt Disney Corporation will allow me to provide you with the third.
^John Williams – Star Wars Main Theme स्टार वॉर्स スター・ウォーズシリーズ Teatr Wielki Opera Narodowa^
*Woo Hoo! 1977…/hand fin slap… Don’t get cocky, kid…*
Roob’s second song pick…
In 1972, Apollo 17 was the last manned Moon flight. Ironically, as the Apollo Space Program was winding down, songs about rockets and space travel could not be hotter, with Elton John’s ‘Rocket Man’…
^Elton John – Rocket Man (1972)^
…and the re-release of ‘Space Oddity’, propelling David Bowie to his first No. 1…
As per usual, I’m gonna go over quota, but this was truly a strange time for music. Pop was mainstream. Disco was mainstream. Soul was mainstream. R&B was mainstream. Funk was mainstream. Rap was mainstream. Country was mainstream. Classical was mainstream. Folk was mainstream. Broadway musicals music was mainstream. Easy-Listening was mainstream. Progressive was mainstream. New Wave was mainstream. Punk was mainstream. Rock was mainstream. Soft Rock was mainstream. Pop Hard Rock was mainstream. Hard Rock was mainstream. Heavy Metal was mainstream. Hell, even Christian Contemporary music…was mainstream. Anything and everything was mainstream. Anything and everything was…Pop Music.
^M – Pop Muzik (Official Video)^
Roob’s third pick…
As it appears Cade has gone all in on his last turn, here’s what I’m holding for my final lay down… a pair of queens. One Killer…
Yeah, weird times the ’70s. Strange days. The 1970’s were confused. Violent. Lots of shifts. Many adjustments being made, lots of people going hither and yon, and I can’t help but wonder if maybe all of this music being spewed everywhere and from all directions, maybe helped to keep a lid on some of the bubbling cauldrons. Music and it’s tendrils weaving in and out of the fabric of societies here and there, somehow kept the whole goddamn house from burning down.
That period produced quite the body-count for sure, and to get to the point, this song is I guess forever etched in my memory as the quintessential 1970’s song for me personally. My uncle requested it be played at his funeral. That’s what I was told at the time anyway. I just remember some lady gasping and saying “OH NO!” during the funeral service when it was announced that they were gonna play this song at my uncle’s request. Was dead quiet in that packed chapel. The doors to the chapel were open because so many people had showed up for the service that the chapel couldn’t accommodate them all. Yet even with all those people, and with the every door in the place swung wide open, you coulda heard a pin drop in that place. In the midst of it all, my 10 year old ears hear…
"OH NO!"
…after someone announces they’re gonna play this song. What did she mean I wonder? That was only 42 years ago. You’d think I’d have figured out what she meant by now.
^이글스 (Eagles) – Desperado^
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We hope you have enjoyed the last two day’s retro of ’70s songs, Dear Reader. Tomorrow’s challenge will be songs ‘you would love to be played at your wedding’, so until then, have a Song… ❤
*That’s a sync… /smokes… I knew I should have included Nineteen Eighty Four…*
*Could be, Clicky…*
Welcome to Day 12 of the LoL’s Song Challenge, Dear Reader. No doubt the original creator of this challenge put the task of naming a song from one’s preteens at day 12 of this endeavour on porpoise, being as 13 is the age one become’s a teenager…
*It’s funny ‘cos it’s true…*
^The Undertones – Teenage Kicks (Official Video)^
Therefore, below, are Cade fon Apollyon and mine’s preteen choices, songs from circa 1967 – 1980. Enjoy!
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Day 12: songs from preteen years
Cade’s first song pick…
We’re on the dirty dozenth day, so I guess it’s okay for me to go ahead and spring a thought that I had about this “30 Day Music Challenge” back on Day 2.
Not suggesting that someone is reading my and Roob’s picks and shouting “AH HA!” at seeing a particular something being picked by one of us, but, they may be. You never know who is watching, nor why. Heh…heh…heh!Wait, where was I? Oh yeah, roller skating.
Um, I didn’t understand this song at all when I first heard it. I only know that it completely blew my socks off when I first heard it. How in the hell they were doing that…thing? With the voice? How are they doing that? I can do a slow and jazzy, weaving two-step to it while roller skating. Holy hell this song is the most funky song I’ve ever heard! Who in the hell is this ‘David Bowie’ person anyway?
^Fame (2016 Remaster)^
Roob’s first song pick…
Sunday mornings, when we lived high above Electric Avenue in Brixton, London, mum would let me and my sister play our records on her Hi-Fi and dance about the front room, while she made Sunday lunch. This was a fav…
^Carl Douglas Kung Fu Fighting (Original Music Video)^
Cade’s second song pick…
Preteens. I’d be remiss not to include something from “my other life”. I was already a dumpy, dorky, nerdy, sickly, ugly-assed and accident-prone kid. Why God WHY?!?!?? Why did I also have to be…a Christian?!?!?!? Go to church?!?!!? I’m already hated enough without all that additional trauma. Le sigh.
Worse yet…God…you gave me…a singing voice?!?!?!? A girl’s range in a boy’s body?!?!? That’s allI got as a gift upon being spun off into this world??????
NOOOOOOOOoooooooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!
What in the hell is wrong with you…God??????
^Holy, Holy, Holy^
Speaking of church and religion and oppression and similar stuff, all the cool kids liked the band Kiss. To be honest, I never really “got it” with respect to their music. ‘Detroit Rock City‘ was indeed a rockin’ tune, and ‘Beth‘ I also liked, but other than that, I hadn’t heard anything from them that I liked that much. Just didn’t do anything for me, and a lot of stuff out there that I liked a helluva lot more. I never would tell the other kids that tho. All that said, I really REALLY wanted a Kiss album for Christmas just so I could say I had one, and then I’d be a cool kid too. Welp, I got an album for Christmas that year, and Kiss was on it, but it wasn’t a Kiss album. It was a compilation album put out by the record company that had one single Kiss song on it. Merry Fucking Christmas.
^Calling Dr. Love^
Roob’s second song pick…
On Sunday afternoons, we’d listen to the radio to hear a rundown of the UK’s top 40 Chart and learn what song had reached number one, and on Thursday evening’s we’d watch it on the telly on ‘Top of the Pops’. Thinking about it now, it was kinda ritual, and David Essex’s ‘Gonna Make You A Star’ is a stand out memory of that…
^David Essex • Gonna Make You A Star • TOTP 1974^
Cade’s third song pick…
If you wanna get a psychological bead on someone’s personality, I’d imagine that the music your test subject likes is as good of a metric as any to use in order to find out what makes them tick. Lotta scars in my past. Lotta bumps, bruises, breaks, and blood. Talking about them even in the most constructive of manners can still be interpreted as something bitter or hateful. Maybe even spiteful or malicious. Opening old wounds. Beating dead horses. Living in past. Not moving on. Not growing.
I got no answers. Music was just about my only escape, and even that was heavily regulated. Pretty sure I’m not angry, just telling it like it was. What in the fuck does all that have to do with anything? I dunno. Supposedly, we’re all stronger at the broken spots. Does the fact that I made it to where I am without blowing my own brains out count for anything? Or am I just a waste of space burning valuable oxygen.
/me shrugs
^Almost Famous – Tiny Dancer^
Roob’s third song pick…
In 1977 my Grandad Packer died and so the family upsticks and moved in with my Nanny P in Rotherhithe, London . We’d gone from an area that was predominantly black to one that was very white. Mainly because Rotherhithe had already lost it’s docking industry and was still derelict from the efforts of the Luftwaffe some 35 years before. ‘Parallel Lines’ was the first album I bought for myself as a preteen, and now Sunday mornings were spent in my bedroom, listening to it over and over again whilst mum and nan made Sunday lunch…
^Blondie – Sunday Girl – HD^
The final word to Cade…
Five songs when only three are required? Excessive, I know. But I’m working here. May not appear that way, but yeah, lots of work going on here.
^Fixing A Hole (Remastered 2009)^
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Tomorrow’s task is to collate selection of songs from the 70s, Dear Reader, so pretty much the same as today. If you have a favourite, let us know in comments and we’ll include it in the post.
Have a song… ❤
^Ian Dury And The Blockheads – Hit Me With Your Rhythm Stick^
*We’ll be two thirds through by the time I’ve gotta go back to work, Clicky… /lights up…*
*Work’s not that bad… /drags… Is that Poppy Sweet Pea’s song for today? And what about Legs’ eleventh?*
*/plumes smoke… No shit?! ‘Strawberry Fields Forever’ is gonna be my first song pick for today…*
…and now Cade fon Apollyon and I are a third of the way through already. Today we’ll be submitting songs that we never get tired of for your consideration…
*Clicky! Why in the sodding hell would you do that?*
*I’m really glad you never get tired of it either… /flicks ash… But now I’ve gotta think of another one to start with. Cheers, Clicky…*
*You bastard…*
…So, pin back your lugholes, Dear Reader, and enjoy! ❤
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Day 11: Song you never get tired of
Cade’s first song pick…
I’m guessing this needs to be a something I’ve listened to for a long time. Something with a long history of me listening to it. Something I can account for. Something with a track record. (pun intended) More than that, I guess this particular challenge is about “songs I’ve not yet tired of” more than “songs that I never get tired of”. Being human, and considering where we live, “change” is the norm and we’re subject to potentially tire of anything at any time for any reason(s). Maybe even no reason at all. Seeing as how my wizard cap and crystal ball are still on backorder, there’s no real way of knowing what songs I may think I’ll never tire of, but cause me to projectile-vomit at some point down the road. All that to say that I’m doing my best to think of songs that I’ve yet to tire of. Probably also should also be a something that I listen to a lot. Or have listened to a lot.
Just checked on YouTube, and there are 2,578 songs on the three “BumpinBabyThumpin” playlists that I’ve created over the past few years. There are an additional 1,660 songs on the various playlists I’ve created to reflect the music used in posts over at the Synchromysticism Forums (whatchacallit forums, as I liked to call them). That alone is 4,238 songs that I’ve found just over the past 7 or 8 years, and that’s not even all of it. I have many more playlists to choose from. Music that I like doesn’t tend to fall out of favor with me, so, what to do here?
^Entry Of The Gladiators – Julius Fucik^
Roob’s first song pick…
Cade, as he has a knack of doing, has hit upon a brilliant idea: I never get tired of listening to Eine Kleine Nachtmusik by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Thoughtful Man and I visited Salzburg for our first wedding anniversary and we paid a visit to his house. He wasn’t home, but I never held it against him 😉
^Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Eine kleine Nachtmusik^
Cade’s second song pick…
I got sick and fucking tired of this next one for a while, but only because of its association with television program “The Lone Ranger”. I used to watch that show when I was younger, and eventually, that audible alert of this tune playing indicating that the show was about to start? Yeah, we tire of alarms and warnings. Makes our heart race at first, but over time, those bells and klaxons sounding constantly make our hearts…sink. Dread. Turn the damn thing off.
Fortunately for me, later in life I got reacquainted with the tune. And boy, when you start to listen to it and pick it apart? What a fucking masterpiece. The way the pieces are assembled…the way they rise and fall…how every single little thing compliments everything else…how they all in unison compliment the entire piece. Putting all that together, and keeping it together? Astounding. It is truly a something to behold. Audibly, of course. So yeah technically I did tire of this at some point, but only because I didn’t know any better.
^ROSSINI: William Tell Overture (full version)^
Roob’s second song pick…
*Oh, I love the story of the masked man in ‘The Fall’, Clicky… /puffs contentedly… The music is epic…*
^Beethoven – Symphony No.7 in A major op.92-II, Allegretto^
Cade’s third song pick…
Wouldn’t be me if I didn’t give an honorable mention to anadditionalsomethingortwothatIhaveyettotireof, but this last one could have easily gone on either the “sad” or “happy” post for me. A fave of mine ever since my parents brought home the soundtrack to the movie The Sting. Was shocking to hear that not everything “old” was so…polar. This tune didn’t seem to represent good nor evil. Just wanders right the fuck through all that bullshit and nonsense, and somehow manages to just kinda do its own thing.
^Scott Joplin – Solace (Mexican Serenade) HQ^
Roob’s third song pick…
Cade threw me for a loop with his first song pick today. The problem with classical music is that you really can’t get tired of it…
*I’ve spent all afternoon picking then changing my third song. It’s fuckin’ hopeless, there’s just so much good stuff… /stubs butt… I don’t know what to do. Help me please, Clicky…*
Day 12 and 13’s challenges look interesting: ‘songs from our pre-teen years’ and ‘songs from the 70s’, respectively. As Cade and I were both born in 1967, it looks like the next two days could turn into a smorgasbord of platforms, flares and lava lamps…
*A bit random, Clicky, but okay…*
Until then, Dear Reader, have a Song…
^Leroy Anderson – The Typewriter (1953) Original version^
We hope you had a wonderful Christmas Day, Dear Reader. Today Cade and I will be offering up songs that make us feel happy. Indeed, I am happy to inform you that we’ve reached Day 9 of the LoL’s month-long song challenge…
*I am breathing, Clicky… /lights up… After tomorrow… /drags… I’ll be on holiday for a week… /plumes smokes…*
*No, sad’s for tomorrow… /smokes… apt considering I have to go into work…*
*Now you come to mention it, Clicky, Poppy Sweet Pea is a great Dane. Wow! great song choices from her and Legs…*
Enjoy! 😀
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Day 9: Songs that make you happy
Cade’s first song pick…
Happy? Me? Yeah right. I am a darkness wrapped in a black box at night on the outer edges of the Universe. Evil does not “do” happy, nor happiness, nor…erm…happy happiness. However, were I to feel the slightest touch of happiness, a song that were to inspire happy within me might go a little somethin’ like dis.
^Avicii – Wake Me Up (Lyric Video)^
Roob’s first song pick…
For some strange reason, the sound of a vacuum cleaner makes Thoughtful Man feel happy, whereas my spirits are lifted at the sound of tap shoes. Fatboy Slim’s ‘Weapon of Choice’ featuring Christopher Walken video, therefore, covers all bases 😉
^Fatboy Slim – Weapon of Choice [Official Video]^
Cade’s second song pick…
This next song sure as shit filled me with happy just about at the exact moment in my life when hope was (for the most part) completely and totally gone. Taught me a valuable lesson in the process. Some people, are not street-lamps. Unlike those who shine all the time, these particular people don’t light all of the pathway, all of the time, to guide all people, all the way. Some people are there to light the path during those times when the pathway has gone dark, all have abandoned you, and you need only just enough light to take one single solitary step. A beacon in the distance to give the lost a bearing. A lighthouse to those caught in a storm. The briefest of seemingly random and non-specific flashes, broadcasting in the blind, just to let you know that you are not alone. A strobe.
^deadmau5 – Strobe^
Roob’s second song pick…
For me, ELO’s ‘Mr Blue Sky’ is one of the happiest songs I know. I’ve requested it be the last song played at my funeral, so mourners can leave with a spring in their step. It’s the least I could do for those who turn up 😉
^Mr. Blue Sky | Electric Light Orchestra | Pomplamoose^
*Yeah, but just look at how happy the band are playing it, Clicky…*
Cade’s third song pick…
I’ve got nothing clever to say about this next one. It makes me happy when I hear it. Has done ever since I first heard it.
My third and final choice of song makes me feel happy. Monstrously so…
*Kong does seem happy, Clicky, but it’s in black and white…*
*Weapon of Choice plus use my imagination… /pat snout… gotcha…*
I mean, who doesn’t feel monstrously happy when they hear the B-52’s ‘Love Shack’?
^The B-52’s – Love Shack (Official Music Video)^
The final word to Roob Clicky…
*Pick Hard Data… /stubs butt… I can see why that makes you happy, Clicky…*
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Hopefully you are now overbrimming with happiness, Dear Reader. Hold on to that thought because tomorrow we’ll be wallowing in songs that make us feel sad. Oh joy!
I challenged this challenge that challenged me. I didn’t expect this challenge to challenge me back. Also didn’t know if this challenge would challenge me, but admit that I did have the slightest twinge of fear that I would not be able to adequately rise to the challenges this challenge may present. If day 4 was a void of nothing for me, Day 5 is suddenly a void of everything for me.
The question is, do I let it flow? Meaning, do I choose the songs in order as they come to me? Or do I sit and stew and try to pick songs that I may have forgotten about. So far, all my picks have been whatever arrived from the memory banks first, so prolly best that I stick with that for as long as the well is producing water.
This was the first one in, and I can see myself rocking out in the home that I grew up in, black light on, AC/DC and black light posters all over the wall, and maybe me doing some air-guitar. Problem is, I could not remember the name of the song, and I was also under the impression that this song was off the album ‘Fair Warning’. Not so. It was off the album ‘Women And Children First’.
^Van Halen – Romeo Delight^
Roob’s second song pick…
My second song to be played loud is ‘I Could Be So Good For You’ by Dennis Waterman…
… and theme song from the TV series, ‘Minder’. I bought it as a single and love to sing along to it, so it’s pretty fucking essential that the song is played LOUD 😉
^Dennis Waterman – I Could Be So Good For You^
Cade’s second song pick…
Man, what a great tune. Weird as hell too. Songs like that one always intrigued me when I was young. What the authors were thinking when they wrote all that craziness? What inspires such madness? How did all that chaos come together to make some tangible and somewhat coherent something? Who in the FUCK thinks like that?!?!?!? Oh yeah…people like me. So yeah, the music made sense, but how to tame that energy, turn it into a trade, and eventually make a career out of it was a huge mystery. Anyway, whilst digging for the previous tune, I stumbled across yet another song of Van Halen’s that needs to be played at a high volume, but it’s not my next pick.
^The Prodigy – Smack My Bitch Up^
YouTube does not appear to like that song. Can’t say that blame them because I too was not particularly fond of the title and lyrics/was also taken somewhat aback when I first heard it. It was, and is, shocking. I hate violence, and more than that, I hate violent people. That said, I’d been around music and musicians long enough to know that there had to be some kind of secondary meaning. Something hidden. Some something that made The Prodigy “cross the line”, as it were. As to what the song meaning is? What the song is about? That’s for you to decide your own damn self. Digress.
Roob’s third song pick…
I’m going to cheat a little for my third choice, because it’s difficult to choose a single track from the Human League’ ‘Love and Dancing’ album. So here’s side A to pound and tickle your eardrums at the same time 😀
^League Unlimited Orchestra – Love and Dancing (Side A)^
Cade’s third song pick…
Two songs are tangling for my third pick. I could likely go on ad-infinitum with songs that need to be play loud, but I’ve no desire to create a ridiculous amount of work for Roob. Really am torn as to which of the two songs I am currently thinking about to use here, but I’ll stick with the one that arrived first. No idea how I originally stumbled onto this song, but glad that I did. It fucking rocks.
Tomorrow we’ll have songs that ‘make you want to dance’, Dear Reader, so be sure to bring appropriate footwear with you. Enjoy the rest of Sunday and have a Song… 😉
^Demi Lovato – Really Don’t Care (Official Video) ft. Cher Lloyd^
… So with some help of a song suggestion from Poppy Sweet Pea, above, and her beau, Leggy, below, I’m gonna let Cade take up the slack on this particular challenge, before revealing my one and only song choice at the end. Enjoy!
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^In The End (Official Video) – Linkin Park^
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Day 4: A song that reminds you of someone you’d rather forget
Cade’s pet peeve song picks…
Ewwww…seriously? I am being completely honest in saying that I am not reading ahead in the “30 Day Challenge”, and was completely unaware of what Day 4 had in store until Roob mentioned it in the Day 3 post.
Songs that remind us of people we’d rather forget
rofl…um, how to explain this without sounding like a self-centered and condescending prick. Let’s see here…my life is, interesting. Stormy. A completely normal life surrounded by the surreal and serendipitous bordering on the completely unbelievable by incredulous onlookers. A travesty. As a result, “abnormal” and “aberrant” are the norm, so its difficult for me to associate a single something with a single someone. I can associate songs with a particular time, and there may be a particular someone within that time that I can loosely associate with a song, but I usually cannot attribute a song to that person and that person alone. Perhaps its my love of music + my knowledge that associating a particular song with a particular someone is extremely dangerous. Good songs that mean a lot to us don’t come along that often, and for me, to associate a single song with a single someone or even a single something is a sure-fire way to ensure that you are going to hate that song at some point…all because of a someone that has little to nothing to do with that song.
All that said, I’m now thinking of a certain someone, and a certain song that served to break some of the tension as I drove her to the bus station.
^Pixies “Dig for Fire”^
Dig For Fire by the Pixies doesn’t make me think about that someone. Or at least, not just and only that certain someone. Does it bring back memories of that unfortunate situation and the events that led up to it? Sure. But wow, what a song. What an exclamation point on a situation. Someone had needs, I could not provide for those needs on the timeline in which they needed them, they decided to move on. Keep digging. Keep searching for the fire they need. This is just me, but its almost as if there was a certain providence to all of the goings on at the time, and those players who were represented as events transpired. Yeah, I’m talking 3rd parties of all kinds, even those that may reside in the more ethereal types of realms.
Was I hurt? You bet. Was I angry? Indeed I was. Do I still feel that pain even today? Yep. Am I still confused even after all these years? Absolutely. But no need to transfer that weight onto The Pixies, nor their album Bossanova, nor their song Dig For Fire. Plus, had all that not happened, you would not be here today reading what I am here today writing. There are reasons for everything. I don’t pretend to know what those are, but yeah, prolly some reasons that things happen in the way and ways that they do. Digress.
I guess some people feel that if you “don’t have a song”, there’s something missing in a relationship. A certain song that has a certain meaning to only you and your partner. Welp, I’m a musician. If I want a song that means something to me and you, and only me and you, I’ll write it myself. Needless to say, this next one kinda got grabbed by a certain someone, they attached some meaning to it, but I always felt that it meant more to them than it did to me. Sounds cold, I know. But again, I have an avenue to express my fire for someone. I don’t need someone else to do it for me. Regardless of all that, someone that I used to know latched onto this song, and I never had the courage to tell them that of all of the music Cocteau Twins have ever produced, this is probably one of my least favorite songs…only because of the additional meaning attached to it via a relationship.
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^Cocteau Twins – I wear your ring^
Sucks, because that is a fucking fantastic song. The ending sounds like how God got the idea to hang the morning sun in the sky after an eternal night of darkness.
Beautiful hands us no way lies a means of love On sounds and guard the stone, and bed had a law Answers written and I reason In the reign of sex, blown more than it’s pleased to be He’s a beauty affection, oooh
Men are so nice He pleases me fine He pleases me fine, fine, fine, fine Fine, fine, fine, fine, fine
The music, the lyrics, the arrangement, the performance(s)…fucking genius. How in the hell can I hijack a song like that and attach my own personal meaning(s) to it as if it were somehow mine?
It’s as if I was supposed to melt every time the song came on. Difficult for me to melt even more when you are already a melted and gooey puddle that is completely and totally lovestruck. How do you top, what cannot be topped? I’m already head over heels, so where in the fuck am I supposed to go? Backwards? Back to where this song first became the anthem of my eternal an undying love? Sorry, can’t do it. You were already the sole object of my affection long before you knew that song even existed.
It means something special to you? Great. Seriously, I think that is wonderful. Just don’t expect it to mean the same thing for me that it means for you.
^Love And Rockets – No Big Deal^
Its sometimes tough to know how to feel about certain things. You’re likely going to encounter things you personally have never experienced yourself, and you may even encounter and experience shit you’ve never even heard of. That said, if relationships can come together, makes sense that they can also come apart. Some things come apart so goddamn fast, that you begin to wonder if the other party was ever actually working to make things work. But such is life sometimes. Some things require the hammer. The harsh stress test(s) to see if this certain something is going to stand the test of time according to your own liking. One drawback of the hammer test tho, is that nothing lasts for long, and certainly not under the hammer. All breaks, all fails, everything crumbles. Just does so a helluva lot faster than it would have otherwise.
So what is it you ultimately seek to achieve. What is this something you wish to obtain, and why is it you choose the hammer to obtain it. While its true that wielding the hammer can teach you a great deal about whatever it is that you are placing on the anvil, at some point you’ll likely need to reflect on what all of this is doing to you. What it is doing to others is obvious, but what it is doing to you? Not so much. In the right hands, a hammer can produce some amazing things. You’re likely to go through a shitload of material during the learning process tho. Might wanna make sure you’ve adequate supplies left available to create your masterpiece once you’ve mastered your craft.
^deadmau5 – Snowcone^
Five songs seems excessive, and much of what I’ve written thusfar may be interpreted by some as being bitter. You may even surmise that I am repressing. Avoiding the subject. Nope. I’m fortunate to have my own outlets. My own pathways for expressing myself and my feelings on a particular subject. Music, song lyrics, poetry, writing, I feel blessed that I have these avenues. Helps me to get on. Helps me to keep going. Experience enough sunrises, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to set. Experience enough sunsets, and you’ll know that the sun is sure to rise.
Doc Holliday: What do you want? Wyatt Earp: Just to live a normal life. Doc Holliday: There is no normal life Wyatt…there’s just life. Get on with it.
Movie = Tombstone
Normal normalcy is temporary, and all that is normal, is also fleeting.
Not to mention, I don’t like forgetting.
Forgetting makes me forget.
Makes me prone to repeating previous mistakes.
Makes me forget who I was.
That may even lead to my never being who I can be and/or never being who I could have been.
You’ll get my all for as long as you want it.
It’s all I have.
Forgetting? Thanks, but I think I’ll pass.
Keep going…
Keep going…
Keep going…
Get the fuck over it, and get on with it.
Not like I have a lot of choice.
😉
^Kill The Dead, Feed The Poor^
Roob’s first song pick and final word…
There is only one person I’d rather forget: I really don’t care for Tony Blair and this is the song that reminds me of him…
*In your D:Reams, Gordon! …/stubs butt… You utter Charlie…*
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Tomorrow we’ll be tackling songs that need to be played loud, Dear Reader, and you won’t want to miss that. To get you in the mood, have a Song…
For this past week, Dear Reader, my good buddy, Cade, and I have indulged ourselves in a spot of remote viewing. Three Brad Pitt movies on Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday, and a thoroughly entertaining dose of ‘Dredd’ on Thursday…
… There was also the General Election on Thursday, and we remote viewed the results, as they came in through the night, via Yoot Oob…
‘In last week’s Mail on Sunday, after a month and a half travelling from Bolsover to Canterbury, St Ives to Chingford, Wrexham to County Durham, I predicted that Labour’s vaunted Red Wall was on the brink of collapse. I was wrong.
‘It didn’t collapse. It was smashed into a billion pieces. Atomised by the arrogance, ideological blindness, self-righteousness and viciousness of Jeremy Corbyn and his cultish followers.
‘When first elected in 2015, they inherited a battered but proud and functioning party. By the time The Absolute Boy made his graceless resignation speech in the early hours of Friday morning, all that was left was the political equivalent of the Manson clan.’
*Did you know that Dan Hodges… /lights up… can only see out of one eye? …/drags… Son of a double Oscar winning star… /plumes smokes… Great flick, Click. Surprised the fuck out of me…*
*Ha! I loved the credits on that too… /smokes… There’s been no Red Apols! from Labour either, Clicky, for their wankish policies or spiteful attitude toward voters for rejecting them…*
*You’d think! Government needs a strong and credible opposition to keep them straight, Clicky… /flicks ash… A thorn in their side, but this rump Labour lot…*
On Monday evening, we remote viewed Brad Pitt in ‘Seven Years in Tibet’. It was much better than I thought it would be…
*You know what they say about people in glasshouses, Clicky? …/thinks… There was also a full moon on Thursday… /drags… An’ then there’s de bussy… /blows smoke rings…*
… And on Tuesday evening, we partook of Brad Pitt’s new space flick, ‘Ad Astra’. That was more of a curate’s egg of a movie…
*/final drag… Corbyn’s willful blindness. Check… /cough… Dan Hodges is a one eyed son…*
*Yeah, there was a definite touché of class about the election result, Clicky… /stubs butt… *
…I can, however, highly recommend ‘Once Upon a Time in Hollywood’ to you, Dear Reader. Cade and I remote viewed that on Wednesday evening and it is possibly the most loving crafted ‘Fuck You!’ movie from Quentin Tarantino yet. Seriously good…
*Nice try, Clicky, but that wasn’t in the movie soundtrack. Go get one that is for us to end this shambles on… /pats snout… Off you pop…*
And that, Dear Reader, was the remote viewing week that was for Cade Fon Apollyon and myself. It was a lot of fun andthe Labour party got an immense kick in the butt. Perfecto! 😀
*I fink that’s American, Clicky… /lights up… Left is red an’ Right is blue over ‘ere…/drags… Admittedly it’s sometimes difficult to tell… /smokes…*
Dear Reader, in five days time, the citizens of the UK will vote in the third General Election to be held in the past four years. So far, the Tora! Tora! Tories! have managed to win them all…
For Underdog Anthology 10: The Silence of the Elves – which will be published this weekend – Leggy and I collaborated on a poetic mutilation for the Afterword, in celebration of the political parties’, quite frankly, tedious General Election campaigns. And in keeping with previous anthologies’ ‘Dead Poet Society’ page, UAX’s contributing person of talent is no longer living; however, John Entwistle was far more than just a poet…
*For the political parties, Clicky, it’s all about the base… /winks…*
So I was rather amused to see the following tweet on my Twitter feed at lunchtime…
If the General Election was a song, what song would it be?
“We do not believe any group of men adequate enough or wise enough to operate without scrutiny or without criticism. We know that the only way to avoid error is to detect it, that the only way to detect it is to be free to inquire. We know that in secrecy error undetected will flourish and subvert”. - J Robert Oppenheimer.
I AM the SynchroMiss planted on Earth, here to share my downloads, intel, and code-cracking, integrating the art of synchronicity as we transition to a higher state of consciousness and awareness.
*Oh, Clicky, I don’t fancy this wedding song challenge, plus it’s New Year’s Eve. Will you do it for me? I’ll get you whatever you want in return…*
Le yikes! There were no songs played at my wedding
There were no songs played at my divorce either
I guess all that I can do for today is wish you a Happy New Year
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