Science fiction, fantasy, mystery and what-not
Passing on the poetic vision Ron shared, written by his friend, Colleen Redman, because I like it.
Change
Change armory into harmony
Change artillery into art
War into worship
and nuclear into new clear
Change invasion into vision
Conquer into concur
Change bombs into bonds
Change end into mend
– Written in the early 90’s by my friend Colleen Redman over at LOOSE LEAF NOTES and published in the New River Free Press and other places.
You don’t know what’ll happen tomorrow, so eat, drink, play and sleep today, my pet. And be sure to groom.
Sometimes when people tell me that they want to write a novel, I suspect their motives are right out of Dire Straits’ ‘Money for Nothing’.
This song has special meaning for me. My wife and I had just returned from a four year tour to Kadena Air Base, Okinawa, Japan. This was January 2, 1985. We flew from LA to San Antonio, Texas, to visit family and make plans. Our new duty assignment was to Shaw AFB, SC. Before heading there, we were taking leave to detour to Pittsburgh, PA, and southern WV to visit family.
We bought a new car as part of our plan. We’d just pile our two cats in their carriers and our luggage into our car and drive across country instead of flying. At that point, we’d never seen MTV, although we knew about it. After taking possession of the new car, a Mazda RX-7, we were tooling through SA, acquainting ourselves with our vehicle, when ‘Money for Nothing’ came on. We cranked that mother up, laughing as we startled people in the cars around us with our music. What did we know? I was just twenty-eight years old.
Ah, good times.
How ’bout a little Led in your tank today? Played by children…on xyl0phones?
My littlest sister had a toy xylophone. Naturally, I tried playing. I didn’t become anything like these players. From Louisville, Kentucky, the Louisville Leopard Percussionists, presented by NPR. What’s most fun about this is how they get into the songs’ movements.
Fun, Led Zeppelin music, and children. Inspiring accompaniment sipping your coffee. Or tea. Or hot water.
I agree with Meg. She’s really identified the essence. Only thing that she missed is how sore my ass gets when I’m sitting and typing. When I’m writing and it’s really gushing, as often happens, I quit feeling my body. I’m just not there. Then the energy falls, and I’m back at the computer, looking around, dazed, as she says, with a numb arse. And weirdly, I often want to type more. The mind and the muse are willing but the energy says, “No, dude, you gotta stop.”
Some mornings, you got no get up for the good fight.
You’ve been fighting the good fight so long, beginning when you were just little and didn’t understand what they meant by the good fight.
Now you’ve been fighting it across decades of living and you wonder if you ever understood what was meant by the good fight.
You look out toward the horizon and all you can see is a lifetime remaining of fighting the good fight.
The horizon don’t seem to get no closer.
You wonder what other people are fighting, and if you’re all fighting the good fight, who you fighting against?
It’s a Throwback Tuesday. I approached that with one song and two ways.
First up is Rebecca Roudman of Dirty Cello. I saw Dirty Cello perform this at the OSF Green Show a few years ago, and was so enamored, I share with you their cover of The Scorpions’ ‘Rock You Like A Hurricane’.
Alright, let’s start the week with a little attitude.
Cee Lo Green had a hit with ‘Forget You’. Clever words and a throwback Motown sound infuses the song with a get up and move beat, but he had another version. A clever young person, Anna, made it a jewel. In her comment when she uploaded it to Youtube, Anna wrote,
“My name is Anna and this is my final for a college level sign language class. I am not deaf and still learning sign language and encourage others to learn sign language as well! Thank you so much for all the love”
Sometimes the song’s attitude is just the energy needed to leap out of a funk.
I love it, myself.
Quiet rain plays with the material world, and I’m feeling it in my spiritual world. The soft beats heighten the sounds of silence, so here we are….
I saw Disturbed’s rendition of ‘The Sounds of Silence’ on the net. The original song is powerful, and the words are inspirational, but Disturbed’s presentation is infused with a sense of outrage and dismay. I selected their appearance from Conan’s show.
Music to think about.
Life’s a rush,
When you’re Quinn.
If he’s out,
He wants in.
If he’s in,
He wants out.
And to find a way,
He’ll rush about.
Michael Seidel, writer 