I KNOW! I'll do a blog on the Doors.. I'll increase the indent so it kinda looks like a door... I'll use lryics to open a paragraph, then, type whatever comes to mind after.
Out of bed, 3:37am. Paid programming on regular channel. OK, Cowboy and Indian show on MeTV until the Farm Report comes on at 4a (HEY, I'm from Missouri), then, local news 5a, back in the saddle blogging, then....
Reading the list of Door's songs, and one by one, 'hearing' the keyboards blaring between my ears, 'hearing' Jim Morrison's voice... aptly described by Google as "a deep, resonanant baritone that seamlessly blended raw, gutteral power with smooth poetic, and hypnotic vocals. Yum. All.
Ifn's that's all I/we knew about 'em, you'd think they had never ending dollars, played in huge stadiums, arenas, well into their 80's, right along side The Stones, AC/DC, The Who, ZZ Top, yada... and then returned to their Mansions on the French Riviera.
We know, however, that ain't the way their history went...... I dunno if you are like this, but, I am I guess what I would call a rhythm music listener. I can, do and have, listened to the same groups, songs, for years and years, and have no recollection of the exact lyrics.......
Which, is why, the original idea....... (starting each page with lyrics from a Doors song.. didnt happen. Vely, vely dark. Like,
The time to hesitate it through..
No time to wallow in the mire..
Try now, we can only lose,
and our live become a funeral pyre.......
Like EWW.
People are strange
When you're a stranger
Faces look ugly
When you're alone..
So, further study (A quick Wiki of Morrison's life... while amazing, didn't shed much 'light', which, is a goal of this blog, keeping things, 'light', hopeully happy, upbeat.. Jim Morrison was brilliant. All he creatively packed into 27 years of life is, amazing.
That said, in our news we have bombs away, peds getting away, way too many local homicides with the trigger puller getting away.
So.... to quote Jackie Gleason.......... AWAY WE GO............. from that crap.
Life ain't never how ya paint it. I liken it to golf...... Standing over the ball... you envision (at least I do) exactly how, where, how far, how high, at what speed - it all will go......... THEN, you hit the ball (I actually have swung and missed, recently, please don't tell) and it goes nothing like I/we envision. Well, my buddy Tommie's golfball does. He's good. Like the local KC Lawyer ad goes, "He's good... REAL good." Except, he cusses when his ball heads to the left side of the green off the tee... Me? I just hope my golf ball is somewhere between the trees on each side of the green.
So........ I really wish this blog was like a snow day... They're calling for snow here today, welcome to March. But, insteada the snotnoses getting outta school, or, mebbe, you blog readers, 'it'd be a virtual learning day'....... like, they gotta be glued here.
We could, or I'd love to, have a virtual blog. We could all switch our cams on.. One by one, you could share whatinthehell you did/do for a living.. .I know some, not all. We could talk kids, sibs, cousins, parents, spouses, hound dogs, what you use on itchy itchy rashes, relate what's for supper... share '10 things that drive me absolutely batty.' and, lists of things we consider 'the spice of life'.
I guess we could borrow from Jim on that......... Hello, I love you won't you tell me your name... hello, I love you let me jump in your game.
Doya like good music? Yeah? Yeah? That sweet soul music. Whatintheheck is the dial of the radio in your car on? If your spouse is kind enough to cook, and, he/she tells you they are cooking your LEAST favorite meal, can you still smile?" Do you hate laundry as much as me?
Do you think Moffitt EVER sleeps and if so, when? Do you think our remarkable buddy who has built, owns, operates FIVE, count 'em FIVE car dealerships ever does what I'd do if I did? I would..... tell this one, that one, those ones "I'll be over here (specific dealership) today"... then, tell that dealership "I'll be over there" and then I'd play golf, go gamble, go drink two beers at the Landing, fish (I would never fish, but, thought mebbe you might). I don't think he does... He's good. He's real good.
I don't even know what my buddy Bear did for a living. Stinks, I should. I BLAB here... I wish I could hear everyone here.
Then, and only then, could we interject stuff like, when Morrison and the Doors started out (mid 60's), they played at the 'sleazy' (their term, not mine) LA club "London Fog" were they shared the headline with Rhonda Lane Exotic Dancer... then moved up to the esteemed Whiskey a Go where they shared top honors with some guy named Van Morrison.
Victor, don't swat me, but sometimes you, your blog go on (and on, and on, and on)..
Well then. Me and Forrest think, say, "And that;s all I have to say about that."
Thanks, as always, for your eyeballs here....... you light my fire......... daily
Love, Victurd
