If You Are ‘A Madonna Hater’, I Humbly Suggest Y’all Skip This One.

WOW! This POST Is Way Tooo Long!

“I’m Still A-Searchin’ For My Rainbow “Happy Place!”

Oh Wait! I Found IT!

LOST At Sea In Maddy-Madness!”

Madonna!

Brings Me Happiness!

Endless Happy!

I LOVE HER!

She Has Enriched My Life!

Immensely! Immeasurably!

Fore-ev’r-ably!

(I spent a few little minutes building this one)

I do hope you enjoy my “Work”!)

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“Searchin For A Rainbow”

MTB!

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Yep. I Was Country When Country Wasn’t Cool

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Not an old post, but, on my mind of late.

(I put a lot of ‘work’ and ‘effort’ into this one…. some beers ago…)

WOKE Folk?

Go fu*k yourselves. (Just Jokin’)

To be quite honest, I had never been a big fan,

Until… My Third, Lisa-My-Senior-Level Brit Lit Professor, propped me down in front of the TV one night and plugged in

“Truth or Dare.”

And Then All She Said Was,

“Watch This! And LOVE It! If You Don’t,

Our “Future Flies Right Out The Window!

(The Blond Ambition Tour)

Of Course I Watched it

And Loved It!

What Other Choice Did I Have?

I was hopin’ to get laid

Fun Fact:

I DID!

And It Was Magical

By the End of the Film, I was IN-Love.

And In-Awe.

And In-Respect.

“The Girl, she works hard for the money.”

(Sorry Donna)

Madonna Keeping It Real:

From that night forward, I could never get enough Madonna in my life.

Still true today.

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When I was working at Latson’s Printing & Office Supply I kept a framed photo of Madonna on my desk.

One day a customer asked me, while pointing at the photo,

“Is that your daughter?”

“Naw” I said, “That’s my Mom.”

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I discovered a little black pin left on the cork board June (My landlady and sometime lover) had on the wall of the kitchen.

Guess it had lost its magic for her. NOT for Me though.

Such a Treasure!

It read, “More Madonna, Less Jesus.”

Naturally, I had to pin it on my shirt and wear it to work, much to the distress of Dick Latson, Owner and Boss-Man.

Baptists and Church-of-Christers made up a large portion of our clientele. Oh, and Methodists too.

To his credit, Dick did not tell / order me to remove the pin.

But since I could see that my wearing it caused him not a little anguish, I only wore it that one day. Just wanted to see how many people’s buttons I could push.

Actually I (disappointedly) only got one comment the entire day:

A slightly fortyish attractive lady remarked as I was ringing up her purchases,

“I think your pin should say ‘More Jesus, Less Madonna’”

I replied, “I originally ordered that one, but was told those were on back-order, so I had to settle for this one instead”

(Yeah, I was somewhat of a smartass back then)

But she laughed. At least she had a sense of humor.

Of course, I always kept my Madonna Photo prominently displayed upon my desk.

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Now I am cognizant of the fact that there are myriad ‘Madonna Haters’ out there in ‘Radio Land.’

Here is My Philosophy,

(Well-Documented in some of my posts) and some advice:

You don’t have to love the ‘artist-person’ to love the art. There are lots of performers I detest because of their off-stage persona or antics, or just piss-poor personality in general.

But… That does not stop me from enjoying and appreciating their art.

I do not give two shits about their politics, arrogance, religion, sexual preferences, et cetera. If their art entertains and enriches my life, I am good with them.

On the other hand, they can be as wonderful and charming as all get out, but if they have no true performance talent, I move on.

Here is the advice part for anyone out there who may need it:

Do not be so narrow and small-minded, and full of your own morality that you prevent yourself from enjoying good art.

That loss is yours.

And yours alone.

Believe me, the artists, the great ones especially, don’t give a shit if you boycott them or not.

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Try to remember:

“Life is a Cabaret”

Enjoy it while it lasts. Don’t deny yourself value and enjoyment in your life just because some great performer pisses you off due to their persona while off-stage.

You most assuredly have conquered My World Baby!

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“God Knows, I’m A Bitch!”

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Of Course when “Evita” Premiered in Dallas Lisa and I were First in-Line at the Box-Office.

Good Thing Too, as The Movie Sold Out Quickly

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Beaucoup More Madonna Below.

Feel Free to Cherry-Pick.

Or Watch Them All!

The Abusive Muse

“Well, What’s the Story?”

“Well, There’s this pirate… In Truth, I Have Not Written a Word.”

Shakespeare in Love | ‘Romeo & Ethel’ (HD) – Joseph Fiennes, Geoffrey Rush | MIRAMAX

WAKE UP!”

“Whaaaa?”

“Wake the fuck UP!”

“Who are you?”

“Your Muse.”

“Oh, I thought You That Delirium Tremens Monster.”

“No. He will be around later. Right now you have me.”

“Okay. Something on your mind?”

“Yes. You need to get up and write.”

“I am sleepy.”

“Time enough to sleep when you’re dead.”

“Really? We gonna go there?”

“Get your ass up; plant your ass on that chair. Hit the keyboard. Write!”

“Don’t wanna.”

“’Want’ has nothing, and everything to do with this.”

“Okay.”

To Be Continued…. 

 

Part two here

“How Do You Hold A Moonbeam In Your Hand?” Trust Me: Impossible. Don’t Even Try. So Mny Things I Wish I’d Told Her… But Now, Impossible.

“Maria” (And some guy)

Madelyn & Me!

Me & Madelyn!

Me and She

On-The-Stage!

Together!

Stars!

She & Me!

Me & She!

We had to share The Spotlight, but

“The Play”

Was always about

HER

Not Me

As it should be.

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She ‘Maria’ to My ‘Cap’n Von Trapp’

“Sound of Music” HS Play: Circa 1975

(Every so often, Script demanded we ‘kiss’—We never did during rehearsals.)

During one rehearsal, when the script DEMANDED a kiss, and RIGHT NOW!

We didn’t. We did not kiss.

Some fellow ‘actor’ shouted, “Hey! Y’all didn’t do the kiss! How are Y’all gonna do a believable kiss on stage if you don’t rehearse?

Madelyn didn’t miss a beat and coolly replied,

“We rehearse our kisses every night.

When we are at home.

Alone.

So don’t worry.”

Opening night, we kissed, not unlike two horny teens. It was painful. (For her. Not for me! I had been waiting for years to kiss her!)

And right before we kissed, live on stage, in front of about three hundred audience, she whispered to me,

“You better not slip me no tongue.”

So… guess what I did?

Yep.

C’est Française, n’est-ce-pas?

She was NOT Amused, but she pulled it off, non·plussed

As if nothing untoward had just happened.

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OK. I am sober now. Slept off my drunk.

Easy.

I have Slept Off thousands of drunks in my day.

Got that routine down pat.

Could not sleep off my sorrow over losing my

MY

My Dear Madelyn:

New unchartered waters for me.

Never have I lost a sister.

My heart is broke, but this is not gonna be about me.

Lord knows I write too much about me and my narcissism.

This is about My Sister, My Madelyn.

My intent is to write and write and write about her for the next few days until I run out of virtual ink in my virtual pen.

Some of you out there in ‘Radio Land’ knew her.

If you have any memories to share, now would be the time.

This may come across as ‘sick’ to you, read in the harsh light of present day:

But, if I am being honest with my feelings, I must write them.

Since Madelyn and I were not actually ‘blood relations’ there were more than a few times when we were tempted.

Tempted to be much more than step-brother and step-sister.

There for damn sure was a mutual physical and cerebral attraction.

But… we were ‘mature’ enough, even back then, mature enough to understand that we could not go there, however much we, at times, desperately wanted to.

We wanted to ‘go there.’

Oh My God!

How we wanted to ‘Go There’!

We didn’t.

But It would have been so easy.

C’ly I Love You So Very Much!

I Know Nothin’ Stys The Sme (my eh key is still Broken–Fuk it! I’ll Work ‘Round It!)

We had the entire third floor of Marcom Manor to ourselves.

The parents were often gone for days at a time.

Leaving us to ‘fend’ for ourselves.

For the sake of ‘The Family’… we didn’t.

Go there.

We didn’t go there.

Some small part of me wishes we had.

But if we had, this would be quite a different post than the one I am writing right now.

Over all the years there were so many things I wanted to say to Madelyn, but shit always seemed to get in the way.

Now, my mind is racing with all those words left unsaid.

Never to be said, at least not in this place, this alone place I find me in.

I suppose I can just cast this one out into the ether:

“Madelyn, I love/loved you!”

But she cannot hear me now, can she?

“How do you hold a moonbeam in your hand?”

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This Song very well, and very accurately, describes Madelyn.

She was always a ‘Problem.’

But!

She was SO Fucking charming!

Could NEVER be angry at her.

Never!

Not for a moment!

She could melt / play you with a smile.

(And she knew this power she had)

And trust me Folks,

She wielded it.

With reckless abandon.

(Much to my chagrin at times)

I could never get away with shit.

Madelyn did.

Every day!

Every-Fucking-Time!

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I cannot continue this.

At this moment.

But I will come back.

And sooner than later

Gretchen:

“Madelyn had a horse once: a cross between a Shetland pony and a Welsh mare. Now, I really don’t know much about horses and during that time I knew even less, but I really did want to play cowboy, so I decided to make friends with the local “real cowboy” and have him teach me how to ride this animal. I was about twelve going on thirteen at the time.

The problem with this horse was that it was a pet. Madelyn had talked my father into buying it for her not long after she and her mom moved in (I was not yet on the scene; was still living with my grandparents.

I suppose I arrived some months after the horse). Anyway, she soon lost interest in Gretchen (is that a proper horse name?) hence, she (Gretchen) never ever got ridden; (I cannot speak for Madelyn.) This will become important later in my story.”

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Leroy:

First he was taken by Kim. Kim got bored with him and gave him to my step-sister Madelyn. She thought he was just the coolest thing ever!

For about three days…

His coolness factor having for her it seems, a very short half-life, I made her an offer she couldn’t refuse for her coon: Cash Money. Money’s coolness factor has no half-life. She was only too happy to surrender Leroy to my care for the tidy sum of thirty-five bucks. Quite tidy indeed to an unemployed High School girl in 1974.

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My heart is broken.

I miss you Madelyn!

You were so much more than my sister.

I was so forever in love

With

You

With You

OK. Now I am Drunk again.

Seems I have come ‘Full-Circle.’

I am gonna stop fucking around with this post and just wallow in my grief.

I miss My Sis

In My ‘Not So Humble Opinion’ One of the BEST Movies To Come Out Of The ‘Cultural Wasteland’ That Was/Were ‘The Nineteen Nineties’ And As Most Of Y’all Know, I Live & Die On The Internet: Mostly Just Die

The Internet Is ALL I Have Left.

And Truth Be Told, I am Just Fine With That.

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The Puppy Song” – Harry Nilsson

I Could’ve Adopted One Puppy,

But I Opted For Two Kittens

Why? Because Cats Are Like Self-Cleaning Ovens–

Very LOW Maintenance

And I NEED ‘Low-Maintenance’ In My Life Right Meow.

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(More On This Later—Just As Soon As My New Camera Arrives To My ‘Mouse-House’–Later Today)

“Wish To Come True”

Cred for Vid: MrFrajzman: https://www.youtube.com/@MrFrajzman/videos

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One of The Most Charming Movies.

EVER!

More on This Film Later…

Maybe, Maybe Not

“You’ve Got MAIL”

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“Please Leave, I Beg You”

Oh, Man-Oh-Man!

How Many Times Have I Heard THAT One Before?!

Hint: Far Too Many Times

“So, He Did Not Answer The Question, Did He?”

“No.”

“Maybe He’s Fat.”

“No. He would never do anything that prosaic.”

And, IMHO, ‘Prosaic’ Is a GREAT Word–It ‘says’ A lot–

With Economy, No Verbosity–

Just Seven Letters.

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Fun, More ‘Read All About It’ For All My Snobbish Literary Friends

Out There In ‘Radio Land’:

Prosaic Has Literary Origins

In the past, any text that was not poetic was prosaic. Back then, prosaic carried no negative connotations; it simply indicated that a written work was made up of prose.

That sense clearly owes much to the meaning of the word’s Latin source prosa, meaning “prose.”

Poetry is viewed, however, as the more beautiful, imaginative, and emotional type of writing, and prose was relegated to the status of mundane and plain-Jane.

As a result, English speakers started using prosaic to refer to anything considered matter-of-fact or ordinary, and they gradually transformed it into a synonym for “colorless,” “drab,” “lifeless,” and “lackluster.”

Credit: https://www.merriam-webster.com

Updated/Expanded: Added A Magnificent Documentary About Israel. Profanity ALERT! I Have Very STRONG Emotions About Egypt & Israel–Israel, My Favorite Country (Aside from TEXAS That Is…)

Fun Fact: EVERY Able-Bodied Israeli Citizen Serves At Least Two Years Active Duty In The IDF–Then They’re In The Active Reserve Until They’re Sixty

The United States Could Learn A Thing or Four From Israel

(Do Not Mess With These Sabra Lady Warriors–Trust Me On This One Folks)

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Israel, Birth of a Nation:

Credit For Video Share: Anna Bens

https://www.youtube.com/@annabens7032

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I love Egypt, Iraq, Jordan, And Afghanistan Too.

I Have Spent Far Too Many Of My Life’s Years In The Region

To Not Give-A-Shit.

I.E., I Give A Shit–And I Always Shall

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Standby: More Opinion To Come From Me On This Breaking Story.

https://www.timesofisrael.com/two-israeli-women-killed-another-critically-hurt-in-west-bank-shooting-attack/

https://news.sky.com/story/two-women-killed-in-a-shooting-in-the-west-bank-were-british-nationals-12852029

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The Great Revolt & The Siege of Masada

Credit: History Time (@HistoryTime)

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hava nagila hava

Cred For Share: XxMsrSzprzxX

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Silent Eyes–Paul Simon:

So Iran is pissed off at Israel.

Threatening Israel.

HEY IRAN! FUCK AROUND. FIND OUT!

Israel has the strongest, best military in the Mideast. They have the fiercest soldiers. They have the best technology. What you gonna do Iran? Throw camel shit against nukes?

Good fucking luck in that endeavor

As anyone who knows me, knows

I lived

I Lived There For for many, many years.

Had too many Israeli Girl-Friends Along the Way…

in that region for years. I had a flat in Tel Aviv. I KNOW these people.

FU*K WITH THEM AT YOUR DESERVED PERIL

They don’t mess around.

Nor do they take lightly any threats to their sovereignty

They don’t play.

Watch your Khomeini Ass

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Bonus “Added Value”

May Be Worth ‘A-Re-Look’–California Is Still Breaking My Heart. “All The Leaves Are Brown And My Sky is Gray” I Am A Texan: This Is Not New News…

Yet, And However Comma,

I Will ALWAYS Love California.

Even At The Very Real, Perilous Risk Of Losing

My Native TEXAN Citizen-Ship

But I Left A Large, Substantial Piece of My Heart In San Francisco. Cred: Bennet.

Hey, That Almost Rhymed.

Hahahah!

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I have spent a great portion of my life living in California.

First with my Mom back in the Sixties and then Later (Mid 80’s) When I was a Sailor Stationed in San Diego.

I have always loved Cali (Of Course not as I LOVE Texas, But Love California I did.)

So it is with a Heavy Heart That I Post this Post.

The California That I loved so Much is Dead to me Now.

And So glad I ‘escaped’ before She Tuned to Literal Shite.

I’d like to hang onto my GOOD Memories of California–All the Times Mom and I would go to San Francisco, Santa Cruz,

And of course

Haight-Ashbury

And 39613 Bruning Street

Michelle Phillips is such a petite, beautiful lady.

Love You Cass Elliot et al–Wonderful Talent in This Group

What Would You Say Now Joni?

Dearest Joni, Pretty sure California has broken your Heart as it has mine. I love you Joni for this magical Song–and for ALL of your Magical Songs–You are such an important part of my life. And you will always remain, holding a very special place in my heart.

Until Death do us part. I hope I go first. I do not wish to live in a world without you, Joni Mitchell

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Moving on–My fawning desire over Joni, for now, sated

(But trust me: It will resurface, and probably much sooner than later)

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And this Saddens Me. Me, The Eternal Cock-Eyed Optimist, But Some things Are Perma-Broken and I see no Chance of Fixing Them Anytime soon.Please Allow Me To Re-iterate: My Old Heart is BROKEN.

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Thank You if You’ve Come This Far.

And If You Have, You Have My Sympathy

And You Should Seek Council

Immediately.

Just a Suggestion…

Cheers!

Credit: Paul J. Watson