pallets in red and blue

 

FYI- this will be my last post for this month.  I’m taking off the rest of September.   God willing, I will see you all in October 2020.  Peace Out.

Got a problem?   Too Bad, “Na Na Na Na Na Na Na Na, Hey Hey Goodbye!” 😉

It’s time to fly this acid world, retool and re-energize.

weather protects memory

Have you ever heard a song or album and the weather seemed such an integral part of the experience – so much so, that every time the weather conditions are right you still remember that song or album?   Well it’s happened to me.   Repeatedly.   

Today,  it’s “raining cats and dogs” and I spent a fair amount of time on the road looking from some rainy day photo ops.  It was raining so hard it was keeping time with Led Zeppelin’s song “Bonzo’s Montreax” (from the CODA album) which was playing in my car.   But this is not about that song.   

During my drive I realized it was exactly a day like today when I purchased my very first RUSH album, A FAREWELL TO KINGS (on cassette and vinyl).  The album was released September 1st, 1977.  I was 17 and only had a drivers permit.  I was only working on the family farm and had saved my allowance for this purpose.  I got to the car and greedily unwrapped the cassette to play in the car.  The weather was dark and cloudy not unlike the cover art with the post apocalyptic setting – the landscape crumbled and the crown of the king lying on the ground. The king plopped down on the throne like a puppet whose puppeteer had fled or a jester frozen in time – the joke had been played once to often.  I popped the cassette in the player and it started to rain.  I took the scenic route home through the countryside past hill and dale, field and farm listening in amazement and feeling transfixed as “Xanadu” blasted from the car speakers.    by time “a thousand years had come and gone…” I was completely enthralled, mesmerized in my rainy day drive.   I got home during “Cinderella Man” and felt lost in the myth, the poetry and story telling.   I continued to just sit in the car and listened thru to Cygnus X-1 (Book One) as the rain continued to beat on the car roof.  Wipers off I mused and wondered if Cygnus X-1 would have a Book 2 in this musical adventure.   The transformation was complete I was a RUSH fan.     For years to come A FAREWELL TO KINGS, HEMISPHERES, PERMANENT WAVES and MOVING PICTURES would be my favorite RUSH albums.   I would listen to them frequently.   

Well with Todays rain it was time to revisit the memory and the feeling of that first listen.   And though I am older I find it still extremely enjoyable and satisfying.  It’s just one of those things.   🙂

talking animals

keep this in mind for this first video:  part 1 us men will never grow up and that’s why you love us.   Part 2 looking for Alan VS Steve … but it’s really Gerald.   LOL.

and for this second video… Part 1 – a good running joke…. Still hasn’t figured out it’s Gerald.   Part 2 Practical jokers are birds of a feather. 

And okay since the first video drew a connection between animals and James Bond.   Enjoy this from the Muppet Show.    Teeheee

because we all need some good news right now.

Congratulations to the International Space Station as it celebrates 20 years of continuous habitation.   The things that are possible when we dream and work together. 

childhood past, present, future

Robert Mirabal is one of my favorite Native American songwriters. He grew up and still resides in Taos, New Mexico. I first saw and met him when I was in the music retail business. His original label had a showcase of new talent that I was fortunate enough to be invited to attend. Robert, and his brother Reynaldo, Mirabal made a permanent impression on me. Simply one of the most moving concerts I’d seen. His humility is real. This clip is from a PBS special called MUSIC FROM A PAINTED CAVE. The message in this song is powerful and perhaps more relevant today than ever before. Enjoy this track, LITTLE INDIANS. What type of mirror are you?

Little Indians walking two by two
Three girls, one boy, losing faith with the world
Step by step, moving towards the end
Step by step, moving towards the front

Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

Little Indian men, walking two by two
Lost and weary, losing faith with the world
One by one, moving towards their death
One by one, moving towards their death

Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

(flute solo) ……….

Can you take them away
can you carry them away
Can you take them away
can you carry them away
maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe they’re the mirror that reflects all

Little child walking all alone
Lost and lonely, losing faith with my world
Step by step, moving towards my end
Step by step, moving towards my end

Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Can you take it away
can you kiss it away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Can you take me away
can you carry me away
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all
Maybe I’m the mirror that reflects all