Wednesday, July 12, 2017

The Amaryllis (Blogophilia 20.10)

Amaryllis in crystal vase
A box of the finest chocolates
Secret admirer thinks he’s being clever

It isn’t 1920
A girl must always be on guard
A couple of clicks I see it is him.

He thinks he’s the knight in shining armor,
A vassal attached to a kingly land.
All I see is a mousy coward.
Not worthy of my feet, much less my hand.

Oh, I suppose it is rather sweet.
And, Lord knows I’m no fair lass.
But this is third time this week
My sail isn’t going up the mast.

Pic guesses: Beatrix Potter, Fluffy, lop ears, bugs, furball, Fatal Attraction,

Saturday, July 8, 2017

Another Drunk Entertainment Type

Another Drunk Entertainment Type.

So, today's clay feet belong to Shia LeBoeuf.

Old Beefy got marinated on River Street in Savannah and managed to make enough of an ass out of himself to get checked into jail.

Sadly this isn't his first rodeo. Reality is slapping him hard this time, though.

I hope he wakes up.

But, if he doesn't, Bonaventure Cemetery has a plot waiting. 

Tuesday, July 4, 2017

Cy Timmons - Nowhere

We're on the Soul Train (Blogophilia 20.10)

Hey, Heidy and Howdy! Harry Handy, is back on the air! So, how are you, Geritol Generation? Get that iron up, cause we're going to get down here at The Fart. I'm channeling Don Cornelius this week and giving proper respect to those artists rocking our world.

That's right we are discovering the soul of SOUL. Put the daisy chains and hibiscus in your hair (the purple offsets the gray wonderfully), and enjoy the ride.

I can say without a doubt, if it hadn't been for that music, I'd never be on the radio. Most kids my age listened to the ball games. I listened to the likes of Alley Pat and Night Train Lane. And the music they played! I got caught with the earphone through my shirt because I kept dancing in my seat. And I watch Soul Train over American Bandstand because Don was cool and Dick was not. Since I could play or sing, I played the ones who could and the rest is history.

You can't start a show like this without going to the deepest roots of the music.

Ms. Holiday is not normally thought of as a Soul Singer. But most top notch artists borrowed heavily from her style. The world was always on fire and she was going to go up with the flames. You want to join her in that cocktail and hope things would get better (which they usually wouldn't)

It wasn't long before others picked up the mantle (and wore it).

And shout about it.

The Summer of Love kept the party rolling, expanding the sound all over the world. 

Hit after another hit, we kept listen (and hopefully, learning)

In the 1970's, the songs evolved, but they were still about chasing (and winning) the ladies...

I wonder how many children were conceived to that?

Some took it in a different direction:

The influence began seep over into mainstream music

And so on. Even today, in the homogenized world of mainstream music, Soul still is sampled as an ingredient in your daily recommended dose of sound.

But it isn't the same as the real thing...

For our sponsors Geritol and Ben Gay, this is Harry Handy signing off.


Topic (Discovering Soul) Jay Sole

Pic-Christine Wichman

Pic guesses: Primrose Path, Arbor, Shady Lane, Wisteria,  Garden, Tunnel of love,