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Blog started in Jan 2005: 1st entries for Write in Every Genre. Then the REAL ME begins |
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It Hurts When I Stop Talking Sometime in Fall of 1998, when a visit from Dad was infrequent, and primarily at the mercy of his 88 Toyota making the 50 mile journey, I was being treated to lunch. The restaurant was my choice, I think. Sisley Italian Kitchen at the Town Center mall was somewhere my dad had not yet tried, so that was my pick. Either I was being treated to the luxury of lunch and adult conversation without my husband and 5 year old son in tow, or that's just how the moment has lodged in my memory. The more I think about it, they probably were there, but enjoying the Italian food too much to bother interrupting. Daddy and his lady friend at the time, Anne, came up together and made a day of it with me and the family. We were eating together and talking about some of my scripts, stories, coverages, poems and other creative attempts that really were not seeing the light of day. I think I'd just finished a group reading of The Artist's Way and was in a terribly frenetic mood over my writing. I think I'd just given them an entire rundown on a speculative Star Trek script. My Dad asked me point blank, “Why don’t you write it?? Anne agreed. It sure sounded like I wanted to write it. Why wasn't I writing seriously? It's what I'd set out to do when earning my college degree in Broadcasting many years earlier. Heck, I should, I agreed non-verbally. “I will.” But, I didn’t. Blogs can be wild, unpredictable storehouses of moments, tangents, creative dervishes, if you will. I'm getting a firmer handle on my creative cycle. My mental compost heap (which is a catch phrase from Natalie Goldman or Julia Cameron - I can't think which, right now) finally seems to be allowing a fairly regular seepage of by-products. That may be a gross analogy, but I give myself credit to categorize my work in raw terms. It proves that I'm not so much the procrastinating perfectionist that I once was. Still, I always seem to need prompts and motivation. Being a self-starter is the next step. My attempt to keep up in the Write in Every Genre Contest at the beginning of the year seemed like a perfect point to launch the blog. |
Soundtrack of my Life Fleetwood Mac's Rumours album was the first vinyl I was given as a birthday gift. I was a pre-teen, and in the Seventies to be given this kind of something at age ten or eleven -- Wow! An ALBUM that was musically advanced, as opposed to a long-play Disney storybook with 33 1/3 rpm album included, the latest Shaun Cassidy single on a 45 rpm, or a collection of Sesame Street songs...because, "Don't you love Grover still?" or...well, now you have a little sister! I give the credit to the dad of the family who gave it to me, as he was my dad's good friend. I deserved this introduction to modern rock, I had the mind for it...or maybe his wife (my mom's good friend) suggested it to him? The cover of the album itself wasn't lost on me. The outfits made me think of the Renaissance Fair, which I had already been to at that age. Intrigued by the double-meaninged humor of one of its residents, the Nut Man, in fact. So perhaps you can imagine that I did have the sensibilities for this album. Fleetwood Mac (1977) "Don't Stop" |
Soundtrack of my Life I am one of those. Yes, one of those mums that happened to have a teenage girl at just the proper time. And I won't dismiss my fan-girl tendencies, I really am a child still, and there was just so much I was exposed to by my teenager when it came to the existence of One Direction. There's performances I like better than the one I am sharing here, but, Adore You, is in all fairness something that I was introduced to in 2019, rather than all the earlier releases by One Direction members. So, even though the song doesn't stick with me, the video completely does, and that's why I have chosen to share it. There's an shorter official version of the video, but I prefer all the prologue. And imagine being the monster in your town due to devastating smile.... Songwriters: Amy Marie Allen / Harry Edward Styles / Thomas Edward Percy Hull / Tyler Sam Johnson Adore You lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Universal Music Publishing Group "Just let me adore you..." |
Soundtrack of my Life One opportunity I received when my father died last year was to embark on an appreciation of his music collection. I was aware of his life-long love of Classical music. And the settings of his radio were familiar to me: KPFK, KPCC, even my alma mater's station, KCSN and sister campus, Cal State Long Beach's KKJZ. But only my kids had been the frequent riders in his car, so I knew little of the CDs stored above the the sun visor. He had a big collection of Miles Davis, and he also favored female performers skilled with cello and other string instruments. I'm not ready to pick a Mile Davis piece; I still consider myself such a novice. However, John Coltrane has an arrangement of My Favorite Things, and the Sachal Jazz Ensemble & Wynton Marsalis performing it is utilizing a mixture of Eastern instruments -- You'll see and hear flute, tabla and sitar, as an example. I do like tabla, a type of drum, and sitar, the stringed instrument you might also recognize from some of the experimental time for the Beatles. As other commentators on the You Tube link note, the flute playing is masterful. For myself I really like where the keyboarding goes in terms of Jazz.  |
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