Mt. Rainier and Lenticular Clouds - Dec. 2008 copyright: JMM

March 20, 2010

Totally Worth It

Full tank of Gas....$30.00

Breakfast at the Rusty Tractor.....$10.00
One night at Kalaloch Lodge....$160
Spending a beautiful day beachcombing on the Washington Coast.....Priceless.
More pics to follow.....

March 19, 2010

Mix Tapes, JoJo Style....

I got an earworm today that I just can't shake, "Captain of her Heart" by Double. It came out in 1986. Really great tune. So I decided to dig out a mix tape I made in late 1986, which contains that song. It's on a tape I called "Tape 103: All Time Faves!" I was curious to see what my All Time Faves were at the time I made the tape. It even has a companion, "Tape 104: FAVES II". I can barely read my teeny tiny handwriting of all the songs. I can't believe I used to write that small. I can't believe I used to be able to see writing that small! This tape is so old that I was still living at home w/ my parents after college when I made it. I used to go to record shows in Boston and I had scarfed up hundreds of 45s of all my fave tunes from the 60's, 70's & 80's.

I got a chuckle out of my song choices, but they really are All Time Faves:

Side A
West End Girls - Pet Shop Boys
Captain of Her Heart - Double
The Way It Is - Bruce Hornsby
Route 66 - Nelson Riddle Orchestra
Big Log - Robert Plant
Hymn - Ultravox
Forever Live & Die - OMD
Owner of a Lonely Heart - Yes
Call Me - Go West
Whisper to a Scream - Icicle Works
Don't Take My Car Out Tonight - The Hooters
Incense & Peppermints - Strawberry Alarm Clock

Side B
Turn Your Back On Me - Kaja
In a Big Country - Big Country
Take a Giant Step - The Monkees
Right Between the Eyes - Wax
All I Need is a Miracle - Mike & the Mechanics
When the World is Runnin' Down - The Police
Bad Time - Grand Funk
Magic - Pilot
Go All the Way - Raspberries
Searchin' So Long - Chicago
Too Shy - Kajagoogoo
Tightrope - ELO

FAVES II went in a more new wavey direction at the beginning, then careens erratically thru the 60's, 70's and 80's

Side A
Let Them All Talk - Elvis Costello
Cool For Cats - Squeeze
Train in Vain - The Clash
Prisoners - The Vapors
Nervous Night - The Hooters
Say it isn't so - The Outfield
Our House - Madness
Do I - Kaja
Sleepwalk - Ultravox
Eton Rifles - The Jam
Smash It Up! - The Damned
Omegaman - The Police
Secret Journey - The Police
Darkness - The Police

Side B
Little Willy - The Sweet
You've Made Me So Very Happy - Blood, Sweat & Tears
Be Near Me - ABC
Forever Young - Alphaville
For What It's Worth - Buffalo Springfield
Love Grows Where My Rosemary Goes - Edison Lighthouse
Laughing - Guess Who
Me & My Arrow - Nilsson
Star Collector - The Monkees
You've Got Another Thing Comin' - Judas Priest
Sun Always Shines on TV - A-ha
Love My Way - Psychedelic Furs
The Beginning & the End - OMD

Be thankful I'm taking this trip alone so that no one has to be subjected to me singing along at the top of my lungs and drumming on the steering wheel, and occasionally acting out the music videos.

March 17, 2010

Wordless Wednesday

Happy St. Patty's Day! I hope you enjoy this selection of LOL Pets! I probably won't update my blog till after I get back from my overnighter to Kalaloch this weekend.














March 15, 2010

Friendship

I'm sure it comes as no surprise that my friends are the most important thing to me in the world. I am loyal to the end and will stick up for my friends if I feel they are being shit on.
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That said, I also understand that due to the transient nature of our society, friendships come and go. You meet someone, you hang out, someone changes jobs and you gradually lose touch over time. I get that completely.
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I also understand that sometimes the chemistry isn't right anymore, and there comes a time when the sun has to set on a friendship's day in the sun. Back in California, I had to jettison a couple of friends, one because he was so unbelievably needy that he called us multiple times a day and when he came over, he'd pretty much dictate what we watched, did and ate. It was annoying as hell. The other friendship was much sadder for me to lose, but we'd reached a crossroads in our friendship and I just didn't think that she and I were ever going to be on the same page. I wrote a very painful letter telling her I was sorry, but it was time for us to go our separate ways, for many, many reasons which I won't go into here as they are irrelevant and happened a long time ago. She was surprised, but appreciated the truth and wished me well.
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Last spring I did a blog post, which I have since deleted, about a person from my high school who contacted me on FB. He and I chatted for awhile and I found out that I'd hurt his feelings by blowing him off in school. I told him that I wasn't blowing him off, he just scared me b/c he was always getting in trouble and I just wanted to stay out of his way. Since then, I thought he and I had cultivated a new friendship, all these years later. He is very much like Brian in a lot of ways, and those 2 hit it off and became FB friends as well. This guy has even called into both of Brian's Blog Talk Radio shows, Shakedown Street and The Free World Pub. They tease each other like only guys do, on their FB pages. It was really amusing for awhile. He'd call us on the weekends to chit chat and so forth.
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Then yesterday, this so-called 'friend' took a really, really nasty shot at me. He referred to me as 'livestock'. To say I was hurt would be an understatement. Brian didn't see the comment, but I told him about it. I saw Brian's face change from his amused anticipation of the return funny comment to absolute rage. He posted a comment back to this person, telling him that he's going to punch his face in for it. The guy didn't take it seriously and continued to try to joke w/ him. It lead to Brian leaving a very angry comment about it being completely unacceptable to take a cheap shot at his wife like that and it wouldn't be tolerated. Brian then unfriended him. He was really pissed, and went to the local watering hole to cool down. He told me not to answer if this person called. Well, right after Brian left, the phone rang and it was the guy. I didn't answer. Brian said 2 more calls came in today, and he's in the process of blocking the phone number. Brian told me that the unwritten rule with guys is you never take shots at their significant others or mothers, and it wouldn't be tolerated, and more than anything, that guy owes me an apology BIG TIME.
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I haven't heard from him on my FB page as yet; but I haven't been online since Sunday afternoon. I'm sure I'll be accused of not being able to take a joke or whatever, but it really really hurt that he called me livestock. I don't think he'd call any of the other women from our high school, with whom he is friends, a name like that, esp. not to their husband or boyfriend. It's amazing how all these years later, when you think the "high school stuff" has stopped and people grow up, comments like that just cut to the core. I'm not sure what I am going to do at this point. I am generally a pretty forgiving person and I just hate conflict. I guess it depends on if I get an apology and if I believe it to be sincere.
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The other issue I have been having with 'friendship' is with someone who I thought was my BFF. Most of my readers will know who I am talking about without my naming her, but it's someone with whom I traveled, both in 2007 and 2008. I posted lots of pics from our adventures. After our trip in 2008, she stopped keeping in touch. I know she's busy, and the end of '08 was pretty messed up for me as well. I got no b-day card or holiday card from her, which is fine b/c I realize people don't send cards like I do. Months and months dragged on. Still no email, no phone calls. I sent a birthday card and she called me at the end of March, 2009. That's the absolute last I heard from her till the other day when I got a friend request from her on FB. I hesitated, but then accepted it. She said she felt like a "real loser" for losing contact with me and we'd chat real soon, and I stopped short of writing, "don't do me any favors and why did you blow me off?" on her Wall. 2009 was the worst year of my life. I really could have used another friend, esp. one who was more local than anyone else... at least someone in the same time zone as me! People who have never met me in person were there for me all year long, but someone I thought I could count on, someone I thought was a BFF, totally blew me off. She stopped reading my blog, which annoyed me too. Just b/c she wasn't interested in VDO anymore didn't mean she had to blow off my blog. I bowed out of the VDO posts fairly early on, b/c others do them so much better than I do, and I'd rather have them provide the quality VDO blog posts than my boring static photos of him. I'm not competitive that way at all.
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I'm sure you are going to ask why I just didn't contact her? Well, you know, I get really damn tired of always being the one trying to stay in touch. I reach a point where I stop and wait for them to take the lead for once. Besides, b/c she's always busy after work and on weekends, it was always our MO for her to call me b/c I am always home. I think we were in contact a little bit prior to Xmas of 2008, b/c she was having relationship troubles and calling me in tears, asking for advice, forwarding emails from the guy to me to read, so I could tell her if she should read them. But when the chips were down for me, where was she?
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If she doesn't want to be my friend anymore, all she had to do was tell me. But I really never expected her to completely blow me off without an email or phone call or anything at all. And that's what really hurts b/c I try to be such a good and loyal friend to everyone. I try to be kind, supportive, funny and thoughtful. I guess I just didn't expect to be blindsided by the guy from high school and my former BFF.
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I guess I found out who my real friends are.

March 12, 2010

God What a Week!

You know it's gonna be a shitty week, when your boss tells you on Friday afternoon (3/5) to be prepared, because Monday's gonna be a wicked bitch. OK, I can handle that. As long as I don't have to work over the weekend, I can deal w/ whatever fresh hell is in store for me on Monday morning. Therefore, last weekend was supposed to be a regular old weekend. Errands, crafting, blah blah blah.

Because I'm "one of those people" who prepares for every contingency when I go out of town, I decided to take my car to Jiffy Lube last Saturday morning for an oil change. We've used that company for years and years for our cars. They are quick, and it costs way less than taking the car down to the dealer in Puyallup and waiting eons for service. Because our vehicles are paid for, and because we can't afford to take on car payments, we are vigilant about keeping up with the maintenance. It was also time for the transmission to be flushed out and all that happy crap, so I had them do that as well. My freshly lubed and flushed car was done in about 45 minutes, and I was sent on my merry way, to the grocery store at the other end of town.

I pulled out onto Highway 410, and the car seemed to be running a bit rough and would buck with each shift (I have an automatic). I was growing more concerned, but decided to take the "Just call me Cleopatra, Queen of Denial" approach and turned up the radio. I turned into the Safeway parking lot and pulled into a parking space. Stepped on the brake. Car didn't stop. Oh crap. Oh fucking crap. My car bucked 3 times, rolled into the space in front of me (thankfully no one was parked there), and died. I sat there, bumming hard. I cannot miss work on Monday, or even be late!! Because Brian had to go into the office where he's working part time, I couldn't even borrow his truck. It was still before 9, and Brian was doing the Free World Pub at home, on the internet, so I had no way of letting him know I was in deep shit. I fished out the Jiffy Lube receipt and called them. They sent a tech down immediately, who attempted to trouble shoot the problem. He got the car going, and had me follow him back to the shop. When I got there, my car died in their parking lot. I so totally did NOT need this right now, ya know?

After about 10 minutes, they told me that everything was fine, they fixed it and I would have no further problems. I was shaken, and starting to question the wisdom of driving out to Kalaloch next week, when there ain't nothin' around for miles and miles; a place where you might see a logging truck or RV once in awhile and that's it. But I got back into the car and went back down to Safeway. It seemed OK, I pushed it a few times to get it to shift and was mostly satisfied, but still, something nagged at me. I went so far as to look up Kalaloch's cancelation policy when I got home that day.

Went to work on Monday and I was hypersensitive to every vibration and noise. Got there, survived the promised hell, and arrived home OK. I was still uneasy and spooked. Went to work OK on Tuesday, and was just starting to feel better when It Happened.

I left work and went thru 2 traffic lights OK. At the 3rd light to get on the Highway 16 exit ramp, my car stalled. Oh fuck are you kidding me? Am I going to be the "stupid fucking bonehead who's gone and fucked up the commute, and oh by the way, thank you VERY MUCH ASSHOLE' that I rail about on a daily basis? I waited for the green light, turned the ignition and got it going. I actually had to run the red light on the metered on ramp because I knew I'd never ever get going again if I had to stop. My car was dying. I knew it. I could feel it. No amount of gas was helping the situation. As I rounded the first turn and saw the stop and go traffic, I just admitted defeat, and pulled off into the breakdown lane, and activated the flashers, and hoped that no one would come whipping around that turn and drift into my lane. And OF COURSE my cell phone was about dead. I mean, why would it be charged? No no no. Mine has to be about dead. Now I have to plug the phone in, start the car and floor the gas to keep it running so that I can make phone calls.

Now, I'm not the kind of person who is good in an emergency. I'm the person who wails and cries, and panics and rends her clothes, and probably ends up dead. You definitely don't want to rely on me in an emergency because I am not sure I could ever rise to the occasion. I've made my peace with the fact that it's one of my many, many, MANY character flaws. I'm just not that person. Brian's that person. So the first place I call is work and I'm hysterically screaming at Debby that I've broken down on 16 and what the fuck am I gonna DOOOOOOOOOOOOO??????
She put Steve on and he tried to talk me down while she looked for the number of a tow service for me. She gave me the #, I call them and they tell me I have to call Triple A FIRST, and they will call the tow truck. Jesus H. Are you fucking KIDDING ME? So I hang up and call AAA who were really, really great. OMG the service rep was flying thru the info b/c she knew my phone was dying. She dispatched the same tow service I'd called and told me they should be there w/in a half hour. Meanwhile, I can't get ahold of Brian b/c he got a new Crackberry...I mean Blackberry....and for whatever reason, he's having major trouble receiving calls from my cell anymore. We've tested it. When I call, his phone does not ring. Steve told me that his wife and daughter just got new Crackberries and are complaining about the same thing, so it's clearly a design flaw. Either that or they are trying to sucker me into having to get a smart phone b/c mine is so obsolete that it can't interface with his.

Brian finally sees that he has like a billion missed calls from me, and finally calls me. I was hy-ster-i-cal. Seriously. And now I have to pee wicked bad. Naturally. He told me to just sit tight b/c the tow would probably be there soon and he'd meet me at the Korum dealership in Puyallup, where I was being towed. When we hung up I just burst out crying. I cried and cried. Breaking down on a major highway has always been one of my biggest fears, because I've been commuting on them for nearly 20 years. I tried to pull myself together and looked in the rear view mirror and saw a large tow truck coming up. I was hoping that it was mine and I nearly peed myself with relief when I saw his blinker come on. It was a huge truck, which quite frankly sounded to me as though it was going to conk out and need a tow as well. The gas gauge was on E too. So I just averted my eyes and hoped we'd be able to bounce and cough our way to Puyallup. I mean seriously, the way the last couple of years have gone, it would not have surprised me one single iota if the tow truck broke down too. But it didn't.

Oh, and I must insert here that, during my breakdown, I wouldn't listen to the news talk radio b/c I didn't want to hear myself on the traffic report.

And also, as a side note not one cop showed up, not one cop that was on Highway 16 stopped. Traffic was stop and go for quite some time next to me, and a Tacoma PD car edged right by me and never even acknowledged my existence. I turned and looked right at him and he was looking straight ahead. Fucker. AAA told me that they had notified the State Patrol, but I received zero assistance. Brian thinks it's because of my stickers & Grateful Dead license plate frame that the cop didn't stop. Brian's stickers are very politically inflammatory, mine are just pretty. At least I think so. So what if they are dragons & wolves, an elemental pentacle, a Maine Steal Your Face and a Canadian flag that says "Victoria"? Am I really being profiled as unworthy to help because of that? But I digress....

After we got to the dealer, which was fortunately still open, it was just a matter of paperwork and Brian taking me home. When I arrived, I had a Xanax for dinner. The next day, he got up at 6:30 and drove me to work. I felt so bad, but there was no other option and missing work was not an option, so needless to say, I appreciated it. I walked thru the front door and quipped to Steve, "Advil and coffee. Now." He broke up laughing. I marched to the kitchen to get a cup and pop a couple. I hadn't told him about what had happened w/ my car over the weekend, but it all came tumbling out now, including my abject terror of going to Kalaloch in a car I was now afraid to drive. Brian very sweetly was offering up his truck for me to use, b/c he didn't want me to miss my trip. But it's not my car. He has a CD player, and I like my mix tapes. I've always loved doing road trips in my car. It's been part of my life for a long time, traveling by myself in my car, having adventures and experiencing things that are my own. Steve even agreed with me that if I didn't feel 100% sure my car would make it to the coast and back, I shouldn't go. It's just too desolate.

At 10, Brian called to say that my car was done. I couldn't believe it. I asked if they told him what was wrong and he said it was something about a cracked clamp and debris that got inside. He picked me up at 3 and went to get my car. Turns out, the crack techs at Jiffy Lube had left a hose disconnected and a hose clamp was broken. When I was driving, a piece of cellophane got sucked up inside and blocked the air flow to the engine. They couldn't even move the car out of the parking spot into the garage till they removed the cellophane, which I got to keep as a souvenir of my breakdown on Highway 16, as depicted here at the bottom of my invoice. And only $90, which was not near as bad as what I was expecting. Again, nearly peed myself with relief.

Is it Jiffy Lube's fault? Probably. But Korum Hyundai certainly isn't going to come right out and say it. Am I going to hire an expert witness? Nah. Did I write letters to both Jiffy Lube Corporate in Texas and the Bonney Lake shop? Yes. I didn't come right out and ask for reimbursement, but I sent copies of the tow & dealer bills with my letters. Do I have a little more sympathy for people broken down on the highway during the commute? I guess.

My car's running really good now. I am more confident that I can make the trip to the coast on Friday, which is good because I have got to get the hell outta here and the long range weather forecast is looking pretty good.

Keep your fingers crossed that I encounter no further problems.

March 8, 2010

New From Tahoma Beadworks LLC

Here are some new creations I made over the past couple of weekends. Click on the pics to see better detail.

Since I can't wear chain necklaces anymore, I'm in the process of converting some of my fave pendants into new beaded creations. I found these cranberry coloured crystals and they reminded me of growing up on Cape Cod. I also used small round faceted crystals, tiny silver beads and pearls, plus my Cape pendant. The pearls remind me of shells and the snow white quartz rocks that litter the beaches.
Toggle clasp.
Been meaning to make myself a cobalt blue and silver necklace for a long time. These are very rich cobalt 'miracle' beads (aka cats eye) with smaller clear cobalt glass & silver.

Dyed crazy lace agate stones, which looks like turquoise (and costs way, way less) and strung in a Southwestern motif with silver beads.
Closer view.
Toggle clasp.
I found the handpainted lighthouse pendant on eBay. It's a bit bigger than I normally like to wear, but it's so pretty. I was lucky to find a strand of multicoloured Czech beads that totally matched the colours of the pendant.
Toggle clasp of lighthouse necklace.
I found an inexpensive strand of Pietersite flat coin shaped beads and had to have them. The photos don't do the stone justice at all. They are in all shades of browns, reds, gold, some grey & black, and some have a really pretty tiger eye effect. I'm not sure if it's Namibian or Chinese Pietersite.
The second bead down on the left has a very beautiful tiger eye thing going on.
Toggle clasp.
I bought the purple dichroic pendant and then paired it with pale purple beads. It's understated to bring the focus to the pendant.
Gold & black brocade (jacquard) ribbon amulet bag. Not to be worn & only for decoration.


These take a long time to make!




March 6, 2010

Spring Has Sprung

Thanks to our El Nino winter, everything has bloomed at least a month earlier than usual. Our thundercloud plum trees are the prettiest they've ever been!

I liked how the cloud looked with the trees and bright blue sky.

March 4, 2010

Be Careful What You Wish For

I knew my smug "I-feel-fine-I-can-go-to-work-tomorrow-nooooo-problem" 'tude of yesterday was gonna come back and bite me right in the ass. Big time. I went to bed about 9:15 last night. I'd taken a Vicoprofen at 3, and one at about 8:30. I slept pretty well till about 4:30 or 5. Then I was plunged into some extremely bizarre dreams. I started to get a headache that was manageable. Then it got worse. And worse. I got up and turned off the alarm clock and figured I'd just go into work late, and I got back in bed. I was trying not to move so that my head wouldn't throb. I was plunged back into strange dreamworld, and woke up soaked thru with sweat. I finally staggered out to the kitchen at 7, and took a Vicoprofen. It was well over 6 hrs since the last one. I couldn't even manage to call in sick. They knew I may or may not be in today and I was incapable of making a phone call anyway. I went back to bed. I heard the dogs barking so I got up and went in the hall. It was 8:30. Brian asked how I was feeling and I think I said, 'woozy'. I was going to shower and get dressed, but all I could do was crawl back into bed and sleep till 9:45.

Dragged myself into the shower and then climbed back into my jammies. I spent the rest of the morning and early afternoon in a stupor on the couch, with my head about to split open. I did manage to choke down some soggy rice krispies b/c I was so hungry. I had to have all the lights off and the shades closed in the family room. I was getting scared that I was going to have an aneurysm or something b/c my head hurt that bad. I took one more Vicoprofen at around 12 to try and kill the headache.

Around 1:30, Brian went upstairs to do the dishes, and while he was up there, all of a sudden I felt really funky, and not in a good way. I was really nauseous and felt dizzy. It didn't help matters that I had to pee so bad but I knew I couldn't stand up or walk to make it to the bathroom. I laid down on the loveseat and put my legs up on the arm to elevate them. I broke out in a cold, clammy sweat all over my body and I really thought I was going to have to go to the hospital. My head & extremities were buzzing a little bit and it sounded like there was an alarm sounding outside somewhere, but it was just ringing in my ears. Brian came downstairs and couldn't believe the decline in my condition. I told him what happened and he said that those were classic symptoms of shock. He got me a cold cloth for my head, checked my symptoms on line and confirmed the shock, then went back upstairs to make some coffee, b/c I'm sure the lack of caffeine is contributing to my crappy headache. Plus I've had very little food and next to nothing to drink. So I'm gonna go make myself some scrambled eggs and take it easy the rest of the day.

I know I am done w/ the Vicoprofen. I'm never taking it again. Could be a coincidence, but I'm not taking any chances.

And that'll learn me to gloat.

March 3, 2010

Can I Get a Tank To Go Please?

So I had my tooth pulled today. I actually had a really good & witty blog post drafted in my head as I was laying in the chair with the nitrous oxide mask strapped to my face, but unfortunately, I've forgotten it. Man alive that stuff is freakin awesome. I made sure to breath really deeply to maximize the body buzz. Then it got to the point where I was afraid to think of anything funny b/c I was already on the verge of bursting out laughing. Back in our Dead days, it was not uncommon to be strolling through the parking lots and hear the "psssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh" sound of a balloon being filled up with medical grade nitrous. We'd gravitate towards the sound, purchase our balloons and spend the next 10 minutes enjoying the buzz. Unfortunately said buzz just doesn't last near long enough! Boy I would love to get one of those tanks for home use! lol

After a bit the dentist came in and shot me full of novacaine, which took awhile to kick in. Once I was numb to the tip of my tongue, the dentist and hygienist came in and pulled that sucker right out. It took next to no time. Brian brought me home and made me some chicken broth w/ rice which was so delicious!!

Right now as I'm typing this, the novacaine is finally starting to wear off and my chin is starting to tickle and itch, but I don't have enough feeling to scratch and it's driving me crazy. At least I have my trusty Vicoprofen painkillers. So far, so good. I have a little bit of soreness and I admit to being a little disappointed that I'm not writhing in pain, b/c now I don't have a good enough excuse for calling in sick tomorrow!! 'Be careful what you wish for' right? Of course things could change overnight, but as it stands now, I'll be going to work in the morning. If I call in sick anyway, even though I don't feel that crappy, I'll end up feeling guilty all day. You can take the girl out of the Catholic church, but you can't take the Catholic guilt out of the girl.

At least it's over with! But where can I get one of those nitrous tanks?

February 28, 2010

8 Songs

Another meme because I think they are fun and I like to talk about music. Again, do play along if you want, as I'd like to see what songs about which other people are passionate!

Apparently the original meme called for 25 answers, but I am only going to use 8 answers. These are songs that you can listen to over and over and never get tired of. They don't have to be in any particular order. These are the songs that make you laugh, cry, think of an old friend, whatever the reason. I know it's impossible for many of us to narrow it down to 8. There are just too many songs. Instead, make a list of those 8 songs that move you personally and tell me why. What memory does the song evoke? What emotion? Where were you when you first heard it? Name 8 songs and discuss your emotional connection to the song.

Fair enough?

Let's get started!


5 O'Clock World - The Vogues
OK, first I am going to list an old song from the 60's called "5 O'clock World" by the Vogues. I first became aware of it in the 1990's when we tuned into the new season of "The Drew Carey Show". We were not at all expecting to see that the show's open had been changed to an unbelievably cool little dance number using this catchy song. I believe when it was done, Brian and I stared at the TV, open mouthed, then said, "what in the hell was that and OH MY GOD what is the name of the song???" I made it my mission to track it down that following week. It's the perfect song for an office worker; I know I can certainly relate to it. Plus it's just really, really good. After I heard it used for the show, I had a very vague memory of having heard this song a few times when I was extremely young, probably in one of my older cousins' homes, because they would have been more familiar with it being teens in the early 60's.
Ya just gotta watch it:


Midnight Moonlight - Old & In The Way
Although I don't like country music, I do love bluegrass. I'm talkin banjo pickin, washboard playin, moonshine drinkin hills music of Appalachia. In the mid-70's, Jerry Garcia (banjo/vocals), David Grisman (mandolin/vocals), Peter Rowan (guitar/vocals), Vassar Clements (fiddle) and John Kahn (upright bass) got together and formed Old & In The Way. "Midnight Moonlight" is 5 minutes of pure bluegrass fun. This is a live CD, so you can hear the audience clapping and hootin', especially as Jerry plays his smokin' banjo solo. It's freakin AWESOME. It was a real treat when the Jerry Garcia Band would play it. The Dead never did, though.
Little Willy - The Sweet
Ah yes. My very first favourite rock song. Up till I was about 7 or 8, the only music I was exposed to was what my dad listened to. My mom was not into music at all and never liked it being played in the house or the car. But dad would use his stereo out in the coop while he did the paperwork for his plumbing business, and I often hung out w/ him in there, doing crafts and whatnot. He listened to a radio station that played mostly music from the 1940's, or his albums like The Ray Conniff Singers, Bert Kaempfert and Los Indio Tabajaras.

That changed in the 3rd grade. My uncle, who owned a TV shop & repair service, gave me my very first transistor radio. It was tiny, like may 4" to 6" tall, white, AM only. 9 volt battery. Tinny speaker. Sharon & Diane were up from Long Island, visiting for February vacation. I remember this so clearly. It was snowing hard & we already had several inches. My dad drove me down the street to my aunt & uncle's house. When I went into the livingroom at my aunt's house, Sharon & Diane were sitting next to each other on the couch w/ their new yellow transistors. Uncle Dick handed me my white one. They were excited to see me and told me to tune my radio to WRKO in Boston, which is what they were listening to. My life was changed forever. "Little Willy" became my first fave song.
Sausalito Summernight - Diesel
First heard this one my sophomore year in college at St. Joe's, in Maine, in the fall of 1983. Michelle & I were doing homework in our dorm room, listening to WIGY and it came on. She exclaimed, "I LOVE this song!" and turned it up. For whatever reason, none of the Boston or Cape Cod Top 40 stations I'd listened to the entire summer had played it. Needless to say it became one of my fave songs too, and I made sure to get it on tape off the radio the next time it came on, so that we could add it to our 'party music repertoir'. Note the misspelling on the 45 sleeve. I believe Diesel was from Germany. This song is so much fun and reminds me of a really great time in my life.
Blow at High Dough - The Tragically Hip
This is the opening theme of the show "Made in Canada", about the TV and film industry. The show rain from 1998 to about 2003 or 2004 on CBC. It used to air in the early 2000's on the Bravo Channel & PBS but called, "The Industry". This is one of my fave shows in the entire world. I started watching the show since it was on right after "The Red Green Show". It is so incredibly accurate in its portrayal of the sex, drugs and backstabbing that goes on in the industry. It is also one of the funniest and most cleverly written shows I've ever seen in my life. Rick Mercer is a brilliant comedian and satirist, and Peter Keleghan is easy on the eyes. I'd never heard of The Tragically Hip till this show and I had to track down the CD cause it rocks. No idea what exactly 'blow at high dough' means, but I love listening to it, esp. when I'm on my way to, or in, Canada.
You've Got Another Thing Comin - Judas Priest
The "Screaming for Vengeance" album came out when I was at St. Joe's. Michelle & I used to party with our best friends Mark n Dave over in their townhouse. It was a very serious offense to break 'parietals', which were the college's strict rules about no inter-room visitation of guys and girls. If caught, you got kicked off campus for 10 days. It was also a rule that was broken by everyone. Me & Michelle would head over to Mark n Dave's room to drink heavily, crank tunes and dance, before heading off to the campus club, The Chalet, for more music and dancing w/ our friends. Mark was really into heavy metal and Judas Priest was one of our faves to just blast as loud as possible. It brings back awesome memories of hanging out w/ them, with other friends coming and going, Dave's neon beer sign which was the only source of light in the room. Memories of being stuffed into Mark's closet, Michelle hiding under a desk, the two of us giggling uncontrollably about how bad we need to pee, Mark n Dave trying to shush us, because the Assistant Dean was taking a stroll thru the townhouse, looking for parietals violations. We never got caught. Priest rawks. Ya gotta crank it to 11 and sing loudly!!
Magic - Pilot
My fave childhood summer was the Summer of 1975, when I was 10. "Magic" is among many, many songs from 1975 that I could listen to over and over and over again. There were very few songs that came out that year that I didn't love! Yeah it was a one hit wonder, but if you ask anyone my age about it, they'll all remember it and say it was one of their fave songs too. When I hear it now, it reminds me of that summer where everything just seemed to be right. It was the happiest summer of my life. Diane's too. She & I always wax nostalgic about the summer of 75. I think of her and Sharon a lot when I hear "Magic", and the fun we had that year building our forts & swimming in the pool. My parents & I going to the beach house at Spring Hill to see my cousins & friends of the family, who rented it during the summer. It reminds me of "Bonanza" & "Land of the Lost" and "Little House on the Prairie" both the books & show. Making crafts in the coop, listening to WRKO all day, every day. My first summer sleepover in the coop when we ate candy and listened to the radio all night, then talked till dawn. The 4th of July & the Barnstable County Fair. Being barefoot from morning to night, playing hide & seek when it got dark, donning our cowboy hats & cap guns and getting 'a game' going. Being scared to go swimming in Cape Cod Bay b/c "Jaws" was the blockbuster movie that summer. Ice cream from Twin Acres; pizza from Minerva's; Sunday night Chinese take out from Dragon Light. Big family cookouts, back when all our aunts & uncles were still alive. It was a great summer.

One Summer Dream - Electric Light Orchestra
ELO is easily one of my fave bands ever. I started getting into them in late 1977 and spent all my allowance money on their albums. Jeff Lynne's masterful use of production techniques perfectly marries driving rock & roll with strings and choirs, creating the soaring sound for which ELO is known.

"Face the Music" is definitely one of my fave LPs. Released in 1975, it contains the hits "Evil Woman" and "Strange Magic". Both are good, but definitely aren't my favourite songs from that album. "One Summer Dream", the last song on side 2, is. I first got the LP in the summer of 1978. That was also the summer I discovered "The Chronicles of Narnia", and it was also unusually rainy that year. I remember playing "Face the Music", (along with ELO's "A New World Record" and "Out of the Blue") over and over, while reading the Narnia books over and over, in my room. But my nightly ritual for at least 2 years, well into my sophomore year of high school, was to put "One Summer Dream" on the turntable, shut off my lights & get into bed, and go to sleep with that song as the last thing I heard. It made for some very vivid and interestingly strange dreams, which I wrote down each morning in a notebook. I still have that notebook, and I do like reading it b/c it brings the dreams back as clearly as if I'd just had them the night before. They weren't bad dreams, they were just really surreal and really cool. There was a lot of flying, lots of pretty colours and glittery things in those dreams. They were usually set at the cranberry bog & railroad tracks across the street, and the woods behind my house, places I played & explored as much as possible.

What are your 8 songs?

February 26, 2010

It's FRIDAY!!!!!!!

Had to share this pic that Susan sent me yesterday, and which was also on the I Can Has Cheezburger site yesterday.I have been having a bit of a toothache in a lower left molar, so I have to go to the dentist tomorrow at 8 am for xrays. This tooth already has a filling in it, which was done in about 1980. Therefore, root canal or re-filling it is not an option. If I truly have a cavity or abscess, I'm going to have it pulled. I don't have the money for anything more invasive. In any event I'm hoping to get some decent pain meds. Still though, the dentist at 8 am on a Saturday is a real bummer, but I have to get it taken care of. I'm hoping they don't decide to pull it tomorrow too, b/c I won't be able to drive myself home after undergoing the nitrous oxide that is necessary to keep me from freaking out at having a tooth pulled.
Have a great weekend!

February 24, 2010

Quite Possibly the Best Book and Movie EVER

IMHO, anyway. (spoiler alert: plot giveaways ahead)
TKAM, or 'Mockingbird' as I prefer to call it, was required reading for my 10th grade high school English class. I fell into it completely and totally, the instant I started it. I remember we had just started it in class during the week, and over the weekend I could not put it down, reading it ever spare second I could. That Sunday afternoon, my homework was done, I was already about halfway through the book and I didn't want to get too far ahead, so I decided to see what was on TV. I turned on Channel 38 just as Mockingbird-the-movie was about to start!!! I knew Mrs. Pearson would kill me if I watched it, but I didn't care. I was already chapters ahead of the class anyway. So I settled into the beanbag chair in my room, and got ready for an incredible ride. A couple of hours later, and crying my eyes out, I grabbed the book off of my desk and killed it by bedtime. The next day when I got to English, I told Mrs. Pearson that Mockingbird had been on TV the day before, and that I watched it. She was distressed, "What?! You weren't supposed to watch it!" I waved her off and said, "Don't worry, I finished the book last night too." She just laughed and told me not to tell anyone in the class how it ends. Needless to say, I found myself participating in class discussions more than was normal for me, and bursting with impatience for my classmates to hurry up and finish so that we could talk about the end!!


For those of you who have never read the book or seen the movie, it's set in Depression-era Alabama, in the fictional town and county of Maycomb. Maycomb is based upon author Harper Lee's hometown of Monroeville, Alabama. The story is told from the perspective of Jean Louise Finch, "Scout", who is remembering the events that took place over the course of a couple of summers when she was a child in the 30's. The book, of course, is much longer and more detailed than the movie, which had to condense, and eliminate, many of the different elements of the book. Scout lives with her older brother Jeremy, "Jem", and their father, Atticus, who is a lawyer. Their mom died when Scout was 2, and Atticus employs a black woman, Calpurnia, to help with the kids and around the house, and Cal is very much a mother figure to the kids. Atticus raises his well-mannered children in a home free of prejudice and/or hate, despite it being the deep South in those times. In fact, several of the townspeople are portrayed as being far more open minded than one would think, including the Judge, Sheriff and neighbor Miss Maudie.

Scout sets the scene, both in the book & movie, as follows:

"Maycomb was a tired old town, even in 1932 when I first knew it. Somehow it was hotter then. Men's stiff collars wilted by nine in the morning. Ladies bathed before noon, after their three o'clock naps, and by nightfall were like soft teacakes with frosting from sweating and sweet talcum. The day was twenty-four hours long, but it seemed longer. There's no hurry, for there's nowhere to go and nothing to buy... and no money to buy it with. Although Maycomb County had recently been told that it had nothing to fear but fear itself... that summer, I was six years old."

There are 2 themes in the book. The first is of the children's world, their friend Dill Harris & their very overactive imaginations, and the mysterious neighbor, Boo Radley, who never leaves his home, and with whom the children are obsessed. The second theme is much darker. Atticus is appointed to defend Tom Robinson, a black man, who is being accused of having raped Mayella Ewell. The Ewells are a repugnant bunch; the lowest of the low class of white people in those times. Still, they are white, and no white jury is going to find a black man innocent, even though it is 100% clear that Tom is not guilty. Most Court appointed attorneys would provide the most basic of defenses for a black client. However, Atticus makes no secret of the fact that he will defend Tom to the fullest, which enrages Mayella's father, Bob Ewell. The children also have to put up with a lot of crap from classmates and townspeople because of Atticus' decision to take Tom's case, often being called "n***** lover". A good portion of the movie/book deals with Tom's trial, and the explosive aftermath. Both themes dovetail beautifully at the end, as Scout astutely discovers what, rather who, the Mockingbird represents.

I can honestly say that the movie is as good as the book. And the reason is that Harper Lee was on the set, and approved of the screenplay, script changes and casting. Gregory Peck reminded her so much of her father, Amasa Lee, (on whom Atticus is based) that she gave Peck her father's pocket watch. The character Dill Harris is based on Lee's childhood friend, Truman Capote. Boo was based on a reclusive neighbor of Lee's as well. And by the way, Gregory Peck was absolutely born to play this role. Peck himself stayed up all night reading the script and couldn't wait to start filming, and has said it was the highlight of his long career. He got an Oscar for it. This movie is perfectly cast. I was reading the Mockingbird trivia on IMDB and I cannot imagine what it would have been like if Rock Hudson or Jimmy Stewart had played Atticus. The children are so engaging and they played a lot of make-believe and other games, like I played with my cousins, so from that standpoint, it reminded me of my own childhood growing up in a small, rural town.

Mary Badham, who plays Scout, was nominated for an Academy Award. She was so magical in the scenes with Peck. And the scene when she, Jem & Dill go to 'rescue' Atticus from the angry mob that show up at the jailhouse to take out their own brand of justice on Tom, is riveting. Scout doesn't quite understand what is going on, other than fact that her father is being threatened by these people, because he is defending Tom Robinson. She looks over the crowd and finds a familiar face: The father of a classmate who had lunch at the Finch home one school day the year before. She calls out, "Hey Mr. Cunningham! Remember me? I'm Jean Louise Finch. You brought us some hickory nuts one early morning. I got my daddy to come out and thank you." The angry mob of men shift uncomfortably as Scout continues, "I go to school with your boy! I go to school with Walter! He's a nice boy, tell him 'hey' for me!' Scout continues talking until she realizes that she's been talking too much. Embarrassed, she hangs her head and says, 'I sure meant no harm Mr. Cunningham'. By this point, the men are completely shamed. Mr. Cunningham finally speaks up, 'No harm taken, young lady. I'll tell Walter you said Hey." It's absolutely brilliant the way a child snapped those men out of their intent to remove Atticus by force and lynch Tom Robinson.

I found the movie poster at the antique show in Puyallup a few years ago. When I was at Universal Studios in LA in 1986, the tour tram went right by the Finch house. It was so fast that I couldn't get a photo of it, but at least I can say I saw the house! Of all the old movies that have been remade, I am so pleased that no one has dared to improve on this classic. The cinematography is top notch. The black & white adds even more of a nostaglic flavour to it, not to mention a good amount of creepiness in all the right places. I truly do not believe that I would love Mockingbird as much as I do had it been in colour.

One of the reasons I love Atticus Finch in the book, and especially as portrayed by Gregory Peck, is that he reminds me so much of my own dad. My father was a very fair, gentle-but-firm, and well-respected man in my hometown. He was level headed and always tried to do the right thing, even if it wasn't popular to do so. He possessed so many of the same qualities as Atticus. Even looked like him a bit.


Can you see the resemblance? Because I sure do. This is my dad right before the July 4th parade in 1975.

When my dad died in 2003, I was racing around the house trying to pack to get back east as soon as I could, and I needed to have a book with me. I grabbed Mockingbird out of habit, but it only occurred to me a few years later what I had done on a subconscious level. At the time I wasn't actually consciously thinking about Atticus and dad at all. I just needed a book that I loved and one that was an easy read, and Mockingbird has always been my 'go-to' book. But I definitely wasn't thinking, 'hey, I know, let's compound my grief by reading a book about my dad....'

Back in the mid-90's, I had taken some time off at the end of October...I think it was 1996...so I was home on Halloween which fell on a weekday. We never got trick or treaters, so I knew I could kick back with a movie undisturbed, so I of course chose Mockingbird. Thus began a long standing tradition of watching it on Halloween. The final scene of the movie actually takes place on Halloween night and it's pretty creepy.

Of course I hunted down the soundtrack as well. The movie score, composed by Elmer Bernstein, is absolutely amazing. Bernstein manages to perfectly capture the wonder of a child's world with his delicate piano, played to sound like a music box, which then swells into the main "Mockingbird Theme", both beautiful and nostalgic, yet poignant and heartbreaking at the same time. I love it so much, and it moves me to tears every time I hear it, and since I have it on a few cassette tapes that I listen to regularly, I hear it a lot. Still chokes me up.

The score captivates from the second the movie starts all the way through to the end credits, which when accompanied by the visual of young Scout walking Boo Radley home with the adult Scout's narration, brings me to instant weeping. I have seen this movie hundreds and hundreds of times, and I cry every. single. time.

"Neighbors bring food with death... and flowers with sickness... and little things in between. Boo was our neighbor. He gave us two soap dolls, a broken watch and chain, a knife... and our lives. One time Atticus said... you never really knew a man until you stood in his shoes and walked around in them. Just standing on the Radley porch was enough. The summer that had begun so long ago had ended, and another summer had taken its place. And a fall. And Boo Radley had come out. I was to think of these days many times, of Jem and Dill... and Boo Radley and Tom Robinson. And Atticus. He would be in Jem's room all night, and he would be there when Jem waked up in the morning."

See it or read it. I guarantee you won't be sorry.