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Weekly Song Challenge

May 13, 2019

This fun challenge is from Laura who says: I created this challenge just to have a little bit of fun. Music is my soul, so naturally I would create a challenge centered around it!! Let round 13 begin!! Let’s have some fun!

Copy rules and add to your own post, pinging back to this post.
Post music videos for your answers to the musical questions.
Tag two people to participate!

I love music and this is a challenge that’s difficult to ignore so I’ll jump in here on week 13. However, I’m not much of a ‘tagger’ so I’ll let that rule slide*!


1. Post a video clip from a movie that involves dancing.

2. Post a video of a song that makes you think of medieval times.

3. Post a video of a song about sex.

* If you love music and like to be tagged in these sorts of things then consider yourself tagged!




May 12, 2019

If you’re a mother, Happy Mother’s Day. If you’re not a mother than Happy Sunday.


May 10, 2019

Talk about confidence, this guy’s got it with a capital “C”. I think I’m going to learn to sing so I can cover this song if the situation should ever present itself.

“Let me put my arms around you, oh baby please. Sit back and just relax and leave the rest to me. You ain’t got no reason to be nervous, I’m gonna give you the best of service. I tell ya what, lay you five to one, I’ll be your lover when I get done.”



May 10, 2019

Today’s Ragtag Daily Prompt: EYEBROW


Every time I look at my eyebrows I wonder what they’re really there for. I don’t look at my eyebrows a lot but more on that in a sec. I’ve read that eyebrows prevent sweat from getting in our eyes but mine don’t seem to do that because when I exercise sweat gets in my eyes. And when I walk in the rain my eyebrows are 100% ineffective at keeping rain out of my eyes.

Thinking of eyebrows makes me think of Frida Kahlo, Joan Crawford, Martin Scorcese, Bert, naturally Mr. Spock and of course Groucho. I also think of Bette Davis in “The Private Lives of Elizabeth and Essex” (and I only think of that because I recently watched the movie) because she didn’t have any. And I’ll give an honorable mention to Ernest Borgnine.

As to my eyebrows, I have what I consider relatively normal eyebrows for a man. Except for every now and then one strand will grow longer than any of the others. Sometimes it’s the right eyebrow and sometimes it’s the left eyebrow and it’s never the same eyebrow, it’s a random eyebrow strand that will just take off on its own. I think that’s a little weird.

Oh, yeah, I almost forgot – those links to the eight names I mentioned above? Eyebrowsed for those on the internet.

I wonder if –

May 9, 2019

Written for GirlieonTheEdge’s Six Sentence Stories



I wonder if –

Some people move through life with grace and ease, like sexy passenger ships gliding through warm blue waters toward exotic destinations and wonderful times.

I wonder if they, those fortunate warm water gliders, ever think about those who don’t know warm waters: the people for whom life is just a little bit out of focus and fraught with worries and fears and doubts and tears.

The suffering souls, the ones who live in a world of sharp crags and blurry edges, who encounter danger and uncertainty and fear and not-so-wonderful times in every heartbeat and behind every shadow, I wonder who thinks of them?

Funny thing is, they can deceive, those with sharp crags and edges, because on the outside they can disguise themselves to look just like the sexy warm water gliders so that no one, not even others who live among dangerous shadows and blurry edges, are able to recognize them.

Those hesitant actors with their safely covered scars keeping their secrets hidden and safe. And insecure.


What’s Grateful? – Ragtag Daily Prompt

May 8, 2019

From Ragtag Daily Prompt the Wednesday word is: Grateful

As I try and live a more mindful life I look for and focus on little things that I never paid attention to in the past and I remind myself how grateful I am for those things. I’m not sure if that makes me feel better, but I think it makes me feel grounded and more in synch with the world around me while reminding me to be grateful for what I have in life as well as what I don’t have in life. But when I hear/see the word “grateful” the first thing that comes to mind is the Grateful Dead.

I listen to the Grateful Dead. I collect audio copies of their shows and I watch videos of their shows. I wear their t-shirts. I’m a Deadhead. And no, that doesn’t mean that I have hair down to my ass and drop acid. I’ve never had hair down to my ass and I’ve never dropped acid.

I love music. I love the power of music and how it can make me feel and how it can affect my mood and how it, in some (many?) ways, defines me. I like how music can change your mood and make you want to dance. I like how music can challenge you both emotionally and physically. I love how music can bring us together.

Unfortunately, music can also pull us apart and that happens when someone judges someone else simply by the music they listen to. Like the acid-dropping hippie. I believe a lot of people carry a prejudice about other people based on their musical preferences and the bands they follow and that’s not only true of the Grateful Dead, but of rap and punk and folk and trance and probably some others that I’m not thinking of. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this joke after I’ve told someone I’m a fan of the GD.

Question: What did the Deadhead say when he sobered up?
Answer: What’s this shit I’m listening to?

Sorry, not funny. My music isn’t your music and your music isn’t my music and that’s cool. Music is subjective and Jerry said it perfectly.

“We’re like licorice. Not everybody likes licorice, but the people who like licorice really like licorice.” – Jerry Garcia

I’m getting off the track here, sorry.

I could write an essay about the GD and their roots in folk, jazz, rock, Americana and Bluegrass and their modern influence in those genres and I could argue that Jerry Garcia is a better guitar player than Jimi Hendrix. I could talk about how they revolutionized live performances and concert audio as well as their influence on ‘social networking’ in terms of linking fans around the world through a fanzine and tape trading and I could say that when it comes to good old rock and roll, no band rocks better.

The guy who turned me on to the Grateful Dead was named Sparky. I don’t remember what his real name was and I don’t know if he ever told anyone what his real name was. It was the fall of 1975 and we worked together at Musicland on an assembly line packing orders for the company’s retail stores. It was a pretty crappy job. I gave Sparky a ride home one afternoon and he invited me in to unwind and he put on the Europe ’72 album. If you’re wondering, no, we didn’t drop acid. By the time the first album ended and China Cat Sunflower/I Know You Rider had finished, I was hooked. I won’t add the video but if you want to listen to it you can find it here. There are version of these two songs that might be considered “better”: faster, longer, more emotional, but I guess you always remember the first.

So that’s it. Being grateful also takes less energy than being ungrateful.

I won’t share a video of the Grateful Dead here but Billy Strings is a guy I’ve been listening to a lot lately and here’s a video of him and his band. Maybe you’ll like him as well.


May 7, 2019
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I saw this writing prompt where “Noodle” was the word of the day and that made me think of pasta and because I like pasta I thought I’d give it a try because, after all, when you’re talking about noodles, the pastabilities are endless.

But I found that despite being endless, they’re not so easy to think of when you’re distracted, and let me tell you, if I had a penne for every time I drew a blank to a writing prompt I could probably . . .  Sorry, I’m rambling. I have a pennechant for that. Let’s just say I had a difficult time pennetrating my creative side because like I said, I’m a little distracted. You see, I got lost on the way to work this morning. You’d think that making a mistake like that while you’re doing something you do just about every single day would be impastable, but sure enough, I did it. I was so preoccupied that I went right pasta exit. Talk about being embarrassed. I felt like pulling over and crawling into the back ziti, leaning on my elbow and gnocchi myself in the head for like an hour orzo. Needless to say it threw my whole daily rotini out of whack.

I’d like to try and end this with a joke but this confession has left me tortellini embarrassed so I think it’s best if I just stop here. But you do know why Mrs. Tomato turned red, don’t you? She saw Mr. Green Pea.

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