A Man Needs A Maid.......

MISOGYNIST!    AM NOT.   ARE TOO!  

No I ain't.  Last night I did what many, every, all, one and their brother say, don't do that.  What?  Don't do what? 

Live, or... better yet, remember - the past.  (Oh, and, this morning, I looked up howinthehell the saying "Everyone and their brother" originated, and even AI wadn't smart enough to have an answer... other than "full house, packed.. unexpected"....)   Who cares Victor, how did you live in the past?

1970-something.  I had a really small, really cheap, what I call 'record player'.  How cheap Victor?  It'd be like if Dollar General sold record players, that cheap.  I DIDN'T CARE. I loved it.

I never really bought too many albums - but, one I wore out.... and I mean, time after time after time wore out, Harvest by Neil Young.

We all have our favorite types, kinda music ain't we?  Yesterday I bitched about not being a fan of New Country....  Rap, Katy bar the door, no thank you.  And, before you think that, I am onea the biggest fans of Motown, EVER.

I tend to like (VICTOR, we really don't give a crap)... Ahm, my blog, you're stuck.  I tend to like mellow.  Acoustic.  Fleetwood Mac, James Taylor, CSN&Y... It's like... if a group of folks knocked on your door one December night...  they were staring up at you... holding candles to see the sheet music in fronta them..... I would not be very excited to look up and see the AC/DC Thunderstruck guy standing in the middle of the Christmas Carolers.   Soft please. James Taylor, Carole King, Billy Joel, The Eagles, Neil Young, YES.

We get it Victor, we've Harvested your thought so to speak.  Now what?

I dunno............ Did you ever own an album........ play it so dadgum much.... once a song ended, you were already singing the next song?  So, having wonderful memories of that... last night I sat and listened to the whole darn album.  It'd been a minute.

I think I'll pack it in and buy a pick-up..  Out on the weekend......

Dream up dream up let me fill your cup........... Harvest.

Victor, are you gonna write too about the whole damn album?  Mebbe.

A man needs a maid.  MISOGYNIST!  Am not... Sometime there ain't no rhyme or reason on song lyrics.... well, there's usually rhyme, but sometimes no reason.  Neil Young was in a hotel in London - there were two buttons on the wall.  Close inspection showed one was labeled ''Man" and the other, "Maid."  Intro to a life of overthinking eh?

Heart of gold.  I want to live. I want to give  I've been a miner for a heart of gold.  Many say "Oh, that was about Carry Snodgrass... He was in love with her.  They'd bought Broken Arrow Ranch together in 1970ish..a 140 acre place in the hills above Redwood City.

Are you ready for the Country?  I can just see he, and Carrie, unpacking their F-one fitty pickemup truck.

Old Man......Many thought this was about Neil Young's father, but, 4 minutes of deep investigation - huh uh.  Apparently, when you buy a big ole ranch like that back in the day... the caretaker to the ranch comes along with it.  The song is about his caretaker - and the love he had for the dude.  They were riding in the jeep, caretaker asked Neil how he could afford the place at such a young age..  "lucky'' was all he could come up with.  Caretaker and his wife had a little place across the lake.  Victor, who cares?  HEY, you ain't tied down here! (TBC)

Would you care to know who else sang on that song?  

Mebbe, but, I know you're gonna tell us anyways.  Uh huh, am.  Three sat on a couch. Young....... Linda Ronstadt, James Taylor.  Ronstadt would say "Taylor was so tall, I had to get on my knees to be able to sing into the microphone.  SEE?  If you hadn't tuned in today, you'da never known that.  Ahm, OK. Thanks, I think.

You're getting bored, maybe me too..  Just one more..  The Needle and the damage done.  Self explanatory, but, Young adds... early, I witnessed so many amazing artists who folks will never know how amazing, expire.  Then, sadly, some that people did know.

I'll stop.  A note about "Living in the past."  I know I do so, probably too much.  Like anything with aging, the less I care what others think abou that.  Good gosh if we didn't have the smiles from then (and all the other hours, minutes, months, weeks, years prior - it'd be no fun to carry on.  We're blessed to carry on, in large part because of the past.

Quick note to the crybabies (said lovingly) in Florida with their fireplaces roaring...... Sorry to report, Punx just forecasted six more weeks of Winter.  (I wouldn't want dangerous snow, sleet to happen, but I wouldn't mind seeing a 30 degree day in Mehico, too cold to sit on the balcony! SORRY, not really.)

I wonder if Bill Murray lives in Florida,

Go Harvest the day......... life's all about reaping what you done already sowed.

Love, Victurd