Such a Beautiful Voice from such a Beautiful, Talented Lady.
And such an emotional, wonderful, sad song.
It will move you.
If You Do Possess A Soul, That is…
This Clip Breaks My Fu*kin’ Heart—
My People Lived This!
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Vid Share Cred: TheBigValley
Do Re Mi- Woody Guthrie:
Vid cred: Anne Miller
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Trailer Trash
(Just Kidding)
This is The Orig Movie Trailer
I am still trying to get through Ken Burns’ documentary,
“The Dust Bowl”
But it is tearing my soul.
My people lived it.
When I was a senior in Honey Grove High School, we were tasked with reading Steinbeck, ‘Grapes of Wrath.’
I remember sharing a copy of my father’s with a classmate named Cindy…. I had a crush on her, but she didn’t really like me.She was very tall, short – cropped reddishblond hair. Feisty. Never hesitant to tell someone who had pissed her off to “Fuck off.”Stunning, but not real pretty… Many years later she and I…. Nope. I am not gonna go there….I still value my life.
Never mind.
However, we shared my copy of the book and would sit too close together, physically touching in fact, reading the same pages at the same time.
Her boyfriend, who would eventually become her husband, was walking down the hall one day and saw us with our heads bowed together, reading the Goddamn book aloud to each other…. together….
He was not pleased by that sight.
She later told me she caught hell from him over that.
And then she laughed.
She was a strong, head-strong young woman.
I did love her.
But, shit! I loved every strong, headstrong woman I ever met.
I was not that strong and I was afraid.
Afraid her boyfriend was gonna kick my ass over that.
So I found/bought/borrowed/stole a second copy and gave it to her, so that we didn’t have to sit too close in the classroom anymore.
This was a cowardly, stupid move on my part….
I eventually got braver and grew a pair….
Later.
Getting off track.
Sorry.
I cannot continue this right now.
Will try to return to it at some point,
And endeavor to say all the things and feelings and thoughts I want to say.
(But Y’all already know I am lying.)
Cheers!
–Lance
History Brief: Daily Life in the 1930s
Cred: Reading Through History
Al Jolson – Brother can you spare a Dime
Cred for Vid: isthisnametook
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Sad footnote:
Cindy’s (Cindi?—never could spell her name right-which always pissed her off)
Cindi’s little brother informed me several years ago that she had died.
I cried.
I cried real, sincere tears
For her.
But mostly for me and another great, lost loved friend.
Lost forever to me.
She was crazy-wild and free and scared me, but I always wanted to sit next to her and read Steinbeck together— just one more time.
I still think of her often.
I miss you Cindy/Cindi
I will by dying soon too.
Perhaps I will join you again and we can read Steinbeck again…. together.
Again.
You down with that Girl?
Girl that never was my Girl. But you live still in my heart. And you always willevery time I read a good book…. sadly I have no one to read with anymore. That was a stolen moment we had.
We shared a good book experience.
Together.
In For Real Time.
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Wondering who, if anyone, will cry for me Argentina?
I’d like to think
Cindi Would
If She Could
But She Caint
That Bitch Died
On
Me!
Andrew Lloyd Webber Once was quoted as sayin of Madonna, Playing/ Performing Evita”
I am gonna attempt to re-count this as accurately and as honestly, as it is a TRUTH Story.
So there I was, my butt firmly ensconced and welded to my cheap beach chair, happily listening to Merle:
“Big City”
BTW, Ask me About Merle–He Did Some Hard-Time in San Quentin
Ronnie Pardoned Him
Go Figger!
Bacck in some day.. I wr’ke for a man, Joe Whitley–
Screw’d his Daughter too
He looked and acted exactly Like Merle Haggard.
I loved him.
Sadly,
I did NOT Love His Daughter,
Although I do now, Brown Cow!
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There came a knock upon my door.
I yelled, OK, didn’t yell. I said, “Hang on; I’m a-comin’”
Got the door open and was greeted by the visage of a BBM—Big-Black-Man.
I was born’d, rear’d & raised to be a racist asshole, so natch, my first thought was “Now where did I put my Glock Nine?”
(I continue to ‘Work That Problem, but old rearin’s die hard, slow painful deaths)
Another aside: I was Raised in Ladonia, Texas by a wonderful old black lady, Her name was ‘Jenella’–I loved her
Until I was told I Shouldn’t–Couldn’t–NOT OUR Way!
Seriously???
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Turns out I didn’t need it–The Glock
Standing in my doorway was a pleasant-faced big-black-man.
“Hi” he said. “My name’s Walter. I am your neighbor,”
I stepped out onto my ‘porch’ and said,
“Hiyas Walter, my name is ‘Lance’ and I am also apparently your neighbor. What’s up?”
“Uh…” He hesitated, “Could you please turn down the volume on your music—I can hear it through my wall,”
“What? You not a Merle Haggard fan?”
“Uh… Yeah, I am, but not right now; not today; too early.”
I laughed and extended my hand.
He took it and shook it.
“Walter,” I said, “I will certainly do as you ask. Not often do tenants in this town have the decency nor courage, to simply take the matter of the problem to the source. I admire that in a man, and I apologize for my too loud Merle. Nice to know brave, decent folk live in my ‘Hood’—That’s a joke, by the way.”
“Thanks and I get the joke.” he said. And walked back to his Mouse-House,
I retired back to mine and went searchin’ for my headphones…
And Rainbows
Cred: MTB
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Y’all see?
This is HOW it is Supposed to BE:
Decent people, doing decent things. Respecting– No “Callin’ Up The Management!
Just Communicate!
Be Decent!
Respect Fellow Humans.
That is ALL it Takes
Simple as That.
R-E-S-P-E-C-T!
That Thing Called Respect
Cred: Sunny Shin
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A short film on respect
That is ALL it Ever Takes.
Respect!
Why have most lost this basic knowledge?
I now know I have at least one decent neighbor who has earned my Respect.
