30-Day Song Challenge: ’70s!

*Poppy Sweet Pea’s song… /lights up… 1970, check. Always good to start a LoL post with alol…*

*Typical Legs, check… /drags… Chicory Tip, 1973…*

*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’… 😉


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.


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.

*/puffs contentedly… That’s 1971, Clicky…*

Cade’s second song pick…

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.


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^

hans solo smile

*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…

*And that’s 72… /final drag…*

Cade’s third song pick…

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…

^Queen – Killer Queen (Top Of The Pops, 1974)^

… One Dancing…

*/stubs butt… That’s 74 and 76 finished… /pats snout… Thanks, Clicky…*

The final word to Cade…

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^


70s retro

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… ❤

^Blondie – One Way Or Another (Parallel Lines)^


Missive From ‘Merica: Texarama Charmer…

*Oh FFS, Clicky! …/rolls eyes…*

Cade has sent a missive, Dear Reader, which is really rather jolly nice of him…


*TMI, Clicky…*




Also…a shout out to other foreigners reading this shit as well…<3, The Okie.

It’s currently 20:24 on July 4th, 2017.

When you read this, it prolly won’t be that same date or time.

But as I write this, I know, that sometime soon, YOU…will be reading this.

Let’s start off, with a DAMN interesting bit I just found via The BBC on YouTube.

It’s…right up this Okie’s “Personal Tornado Alley” … and inspired me to write whatever is about to be written.

^BBC documentary about hernia meshes^

Tis now…Friday July 7th @09:24 in the morning. I didn’t get very far…did I?

My younger two children have been at a Christian Youth Conference for the past two/three days, they’ll be home later today.

Whatshername has been on vacation from work all week.

No crazy news to report this year via the Christian Conference.

Last year must have been some kind of fluke or random-assed nonsense or something.

^Desperado – Eagles^

Let’s invent some people.

We…are a certain government entity. We need some cash. So…let’s get it the old-fashioned way…by working for it.

We create 200,000 “fictional” people, mixed in amongst the 300+ million citizens, that are on government pay and/or pensions….GS’ers.

GS1 Step 1…we’re at roughly $20,000 per year.



4 billion per year?

Maybe we need to dial that number back.

The GAO is prolly gonna notice that.
But maybe not.

Total expenditures: $4.147 trillion (requested) – 21.5% of GDP

Are you really going to be able to chase down these phantoms?
God I hate thinking in creepy channels like this 😦
^02 Truth Is Out Of Style^

Maybe we need to simply fudge what is reported to the GAO, based on real employees.

Or maybe we can do both.

Now we just gotta funnel these funds.

I mean…we’re using this money to protect and serve Americans…right?

I can’t help it that I am one of those Americans that needs a little personal service.

Due to my position…I can think of some others that need a little TLC as well.

^I Thank You by ZZ Top REMASTERED^


Stumbled across this train wreck earlier in the week…

Carl Bernstein calls for ‘different kind of reporting’ to take on ‘malignant presidency’

Oh my. Reporters reporting on reporting. What’s next? Reporters reporting on previously reported reports? No wait…they already do that….sorta.

So…with that in mind…if there are certain sections of the populace that are “milking the government tit”…wouldn’t reporters and reporting/news media companies be the first and last to squeeze that tit? The first to be there when it starts flowing, following the honey pot all the way down, and the last to be there when the final drop is squooze?

Q: Since when is media guaranteed to have all-access laminants 24/7 to anything and everything?

A: ...
^Cream – White Room^

I’ve been writing some crap about Texas over the last week on my own blog.

Someone asked me for some suggestions about a trip to Texas via CFrank’s SmokyDrinky chatroom, so…I’ve tried to be accommodating.

That means, talk about the good … and the bad … and the ugly … as best I can.

This place is my home.

Yeah…there are some levels of removal in my personal life…but love it or hate it…Texas is my home. I just have a wandering heart, that beats inside a bent body, that contains a fucked-up mind, a restless spirit, and a void-ish kind of soul. So yeah…I’m happy. A happy person.

I can’t remember if the person who asked me was a Limey, or Aussie, or where in the fuck they were coming from…so…I’ve just tried to keep in mind that…

A) The are a foreigner

B) They speak English

C) They are prolly gonna drop a bundle coming to visit this shithole of a state…so let them choose their own path.

My job, as I see it anyway…is to point them towards these paths and pathways that they can then travel if they choose to do so.

I’ve tried to stress two primary things…

A) Nothing

B) People

People are kinda weird around these parts, because there is no fucking telling where they come from/came from…but I think it important to point out…that all Texans are imports of some kind.

Travelers who have found a place to land for a bit.

^Stevie Nicks – Landslide / HQ Lyrics^

I recently postulated the thought, that there were no limits whatsoever placed on the original creative intents, with respect to The Universe, that we currently occupy. To me, that’s the only reason that it works. It allows for both fate and chance, and allows for change, changes, and changing within a dynamic system that has some rather rigid rule sets. To relate…I’ll piss some evolutionists off to no end with an example/demonstration that I thought of this week.

It’s really a visual demonstration, so it’s going to be difficult to relate in text. But when I thought of it, I had the feeling that someone may have actually demonstrated this to me at some point when I was young. But the basis of this demonstration is to both define and non-define what “an infinity is” and how infinity relates to eternity.

^Ten Years After – I’d Love To Change The World^

I am holding both hands behind my back, where they cannot be seen.

I ask the question… “How many apples am I holding in each hand?”
The answer = irrelevant.

I extend one hand into view.

This hand is holding an apple.

I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the hand and again place it behind my back.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I extend the opposite hand into view.

This hand is holding an apple.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"
I remove the opposite hand and again place it behind my back.

I ask the question…

"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"

I extend both hands into view.

Both hands are each holding an apple.

I ask the question…
"How many apples am I holding in each hand?"

One in each hand…for a total of two.


I take a knife, and

cut one of the apples in half.

I locate and remove a single seed from this apple, and place it in my hand.

I ask the question…
"How many apples was I holding in each hand?"
One in each hand?

Two total?

Or is the answer…

"infinite apples, based on intents and intentions, based on perspective and perspectives?"

Or…is the answer…

"all of the above?"
^The kinks – Lola^

It could probably be said, that it is a rare occasion indeed when an infinity can be reduced in such a way that we can actually see the tangible result of an infinite set, within an infinite set, that is represented as, and by, a single unit of measure…an infinity set. A seed…in this case. But in this case, the case is encased within case after case after case…layer after layer. The “meat” of an individual apple is just as much a part of an individual seed and/or apple, as much as it is a part of the tree from which it originated, and the locale in which the tree itself resides.

So yeah…when infinities and eternities merge…into the eternal.

That’s how I see it anyway.

/me shrugs

LOTS more to think about there.

Water, dirt, origins, packing, shipping, buildings, infrastructure, roadways, pathways…and on, and on…and on.

^Buffalo Springfield – For What It’s Worth 1967^


There was someone who asked me a fairly direct question on Merovee recently. I don’t like talking on someone else’s blog if the conversation doesn’t relate directly to the owner of said blog. BUT!!! I do think about shit like this. How best to address a need, when and where it arises. All of my own personal rules are quite flexible in this regard, so I guess the only real “rigid” rule that I personally have…is…”be flexible.” Weird.

Anyway…they pretty much wanted what we all want or need at some point(s) in our lives…and that is…a motherfucking instruction manual. Some “Life: Step By Step For Dummies” guide or some shit like that, than can help us navigate the mire that we sometimes find ourselves in.



Much easier to rely on others in these cases.

I mean seriously…someone may wonder by the quagmire you find yourself currently entangled in…and they may just so happen to have a copy of this completely worthless book that they may be willing to barter.


I dunno…if I had to sum up “what it all means”…it would be something akin to learning how to rely on yourself AND others.

It’s a pickle…no bout a doubt it.

(misspelling above = intentional)
^Rory Gallagher – McAvoy Boogie^

They also asked my astrological sign…whatever in the fuck that means.

I was born in the month that precedes the month of December and follows the month of October.

I was born on the day that is right in the middle of this month of 30 days.

According to family legend, I was born two weeks late.

So I guess that I was supposed to be born on either Oct 31st or Nov 1st.

So yeah…I am a Scorpio…born on Nov 15th.

And yeah…there are LOADS of instruction manuals and guides to follow.

We may not be born holding a copy of a manual in our hands, but finding that manual and/or manuals is part of the fun.

I personally can see how “The Horoscope” can be a galactic guide of sorts. An overlay, template or hologram of sorts, that shows maybe how some interstellar energies sometimes move in certain ways. But I like to keep those contextual. I cannot tell you about me and my life up to this point in a single sentence. I gather this is why people have so much trouble with profiles in social media, because we have trouble identifying with who we are…who we wish to be…what we want others to see…what we DO NOT want others to see…etc., etc., and so on.

I’ve been married once.

I’ve been divorced once.

I am 49 years old.

I am unemployed.

I have no money, nor does it look as if I will have any money any time soon, if at all.
I have a small penis.
Aforementioned "small penis" is functional as far as I know.

I’m not sure how large my penis was supposed to be, because this is the only one that I got…so…whatever or something.

I guess if it eventually turns out that there is a God/gods, we’ll have some time to talk about what went wrong.

^Johnny Winter – Be Careful With A Fool^

Let’s keep this short.

(ba da ching)

Q: How many reasons to hate me do you really need?

A: ???

Is the answer “one?”

^Cocteau Twins – Lorelei -^

So yeah…a walk.

I actually have no problem at all with commitment or being committed to something or someone.

It’s really kinda easy to commit to something or someone.

But there are two parts to that equation…and I can only handle one side of it.

So yeah…now…you actually gotta go do whatever it is that you have committed to doing.

That’s…erm…gonna take some time.

Do you have the time?

That’s one thing I have shitloads of…time.

^April Wine – Roller Official Video^
^crystal method I Know It’s You^