Monday, January 19, 2009

All I ever want is the music -- sweet music!

So just recently I have gotten into a few artists from the sixties and seventies. And of course I got on and looked these artists up to see if they're on--which of course, they are--and was amazed at several differences between today's music and back then.

First of all, it was much simpler--lyric-wise. It was a simpler time, I suppose. If you listen to the lyrics, they were focused on good people, good times and most importantly--good music. It was the type of music to just fill your entire soul up--from your head all the way down to your toes. That's not to say there are no artists today who do that because there certainly are. But even so, it's still different. I guess that's just hard to explain.

Second of all, it actually focused on--believe it or not, music. I know, crazy, huh? These artists actually played instruments. They didn't lip sync. They had pure, raw talent and they got up and just jammed out. It didn't seem to be for the music--I mean, did you really ever hear a song about bringing in the big bucks or buying women, clothes, cars, etc.?

Music I've recently been drawn into:

Melanie Safka -- Her voice is not only amazing but her lyrics are beautiful. She was just a peaceful flower child, reminding the world of simpler times.

Mama Cass Elliott -- Here's a deep, jazzy voice that just seems to make you melt into your own world.

Patsy Cline -- Again, another deep, almost jazzy voice. Just some feel good music that really enables you to unwind and relax.

Anyway whoever may read this, check these ladies out. I guarantee you won't regret it. 

With nose-wrinkling affection,


Monday, January 12, 2009

Monsters lead such interesting lives.

I was running down the street. It was dark out. Everything around me was eerily illuminated by the soft yellow light cast down from the street lamps above me. Shadows played on the cement and danced along the buildings.

Behind me I could hear the ragged breaths, the uneven steps. It was coming for me. 

I didn't even know what it was but it scared the hell out of me. 

And then I woke up. 

I blinked for several seconds while trying to grope frantically for the light. Just a dream, I reassured myself. No monsters. Nothing was coming for me. Just a dream. Calm down.

And then I laughed. Monsters are so silly. And then the thought occurred to me: What would it be like to be a monster? To take whatever shape frightens those around you most. To live in the shadows and slink around mysteriously. No one knows exactly what you are. But everyone knows who you are. You're a monster, for crying out loud.

I don't think every monster has to be evil. Think about Sulley and Mike Wazowski from Monsters, Inc. It's just their job to be scary. In reality, they're big loveable teddy bears. Well, Sulley is anyway.

But who dreams of good monsters? Those two words don't exactly fit together, do they? 

Monsters are so silly. And gosh darn it, they lead such interesting lives. Don't you think?


The snow fell gently at first. It wasn't very windy. 

Then suddenly it was as if God, Himself, took a giant breath and let loose on the icy world below. Chaos reigned. Snowflakes twirled every which way, battered by the constant steam of air as though it were struggling to regain balance.

I watched in awe as the storm grew arms, which furiously wrapped themselves around a small man standing on a busy street corner, desperately clutching a worn hat to his head. The arms pulled him further into the flurry as the storm's hands clamped down. Then he was gone, lost in an endless shroud of white powder.

I drove on, my mind centered on the winter wonderland before me -- vaguely aware of my cell phone, buzzing incessantly next to me.