Hello Everyone, and Hello to you, Scottie!
A bit ago, Scottie – you put out a post titled “I have struggled all day”. In that post, you included two songs, and for those who have been on this blog for a while we do recognize Terry Jacks.
Music is a huge part of my life. I sing like a water buffalo with laryngitis, but I love music. It works to lift me up when I’m down, it reminds me of special people and special times in my life, it brings me peace, and sometimes it allows me to be angry. Music can sing to a person’t soul, lighten one’s load. It allows me to cry when I need to cry, to hope when hope seems gone. It reminds me that I’m not alone.
So, I have three songs here. Two are just a bit tongue-in-cheek, but the last is very special to me. I sent you this song, Scottie, a long time ago. It is my favorite cover of that song.
My challenge and my ask to everyone is to please add in the comments the songs that you love, that feed your heart and soul. Songs that make you smile, make you cry, make you dance or sing in a crowded grocery store because you just can’t not sing or dance when you hear it. Because like the last song says so clearly: we are all in this together, whether we want to be or not. 🙂
I love you, my brother!
Randy
Careful. That one gets in your ear and you can’t get it out.
That one for my big brother, who I do my best to irritate – as all brothers should.
And finally, this one, to remind to remind my very wonderful brother and all of us that no matter how much we may feel alone, we are not. We are loved – first we need to remember that we have to love ourselves no matter how we are feeling (easier said, I know). But, we also have to remember that there are people who rely on us, who hope in us, who see our mangled spirit and troubled mind as a life-line in cold dark seas and really think we are something grand even when we don’t.
So, Again Everyone… please let me know the songs that are special to you, and perhaps even why they are special. Music is the magic. Randy
Scottie's Playtime 
I have so many, and they are all favorites, the kind that stop you cold in the middle of something else (as this one by Celtic Thunder did), and listen …music is part of us, it echoes our own personal rhythms, breath, pulse, memory.
LikeLiked by 4 people
Hi Judy. I remember when I was younger and the phrase “if it’s too loud you’re too old” was so readily embraced. I still love AC/DC, Skynard, and of course “Gunter glieben glauten globen” Def Leppard and White Lion, etc. But, it’s the mellower music that catches me more now. Don’t get me wrong, Kaleo (Way down we go), White Stripes (Seven Nation Army), and Awolnation (Sail) – among many others will have me rattling the windows like old days. Tears get pulled by Perri’s “Jar of Hearts” and James Blunt’s “Monster”. There is so much good music out there, and then you hear these mumble rappers and I get confused.
Tell me your favorites?
Randy
LikeLiked by 2 people
oops, I’m going to get beaten up! That is Skynyrd! Good night, thems fight’n (mis-spelled) words!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hi Randy. Grand post. Thanky you. I needed it. The intrusive thoughts have been hard to deal with the last three days and the mind and body are very worn. But we keep going because… it is what we do and the choice we make in life. I am like Judy above, far too long a list but I will include three below that help me. Hugs.
LikeLiked by 2 people
LikeLiked by 2 people
What a great meme!! I love Dream Weaver, and holy cow if Dance Little Jean doesn’t bring a smile to your face it’s because your jaw is broken! CW McCall is part of my “driving tunes”. It’s trucker music, and somehow absolutely fantastic for driving.
I’m adding these three as favorites too:
And this last one: it reminds me of my Dad and me arguing.
Hugs to my brother!!
LikeLiked by 2 people
Hi Randy. Your first one is a grand one I love listening to. My understanding is it is about rising above prejudice. Willie Nelson is one of Ron’s die hard favorites.
I think you understand why the Dance Little Jean song is so dear to me, but maybe others don’t. Let me explain for them. I was adopted at age three and abused from there on. In my mid 20s I met my biological dad and he was not a really good man, he fucked anything with a pussy including cousins, other people’s wives, and family members wives, basicly any woman he could get to lower their panties—and he did not care how closely related they were.
Years later the one of his daughters explained the situation with me. It turned out that two female kids he fathered were being raised by his wife, but they were older and before she met him as I understand it. But when I as a 2 or nearly 3 year old was dumped on their door step because my mother got tired of trying to raise me alone with little or no support, my biological father’s wife said no way in hell that thing is going to live in my home. He had to find someone to take me. I think but it is all very hazy I may have been in the home 3 weeks at most but the other kids were not even given my name. I was just a boy baby that was there and gone.
The sister who told me all this said that when I met this woman, my sire’s wife, she put on a great show for me, but that she was not the wonderful housewife who had no idea I existed but instead was a very angry woman who demanded I not spend any time in their home. Or else. So I was sold to my abusers. My sire knowing my fate. My understanding is he had had run ins with my adoptive father, who was well known in the area as a thug brawler.
How you ask do I know? When I met with him and his family the first time we all went out to a restaurant that he loves. Each kid mentioned the things in their growing up years they loved their dad for. He looked at me and … I replied my childhood was drasticly different from all these other children of yours. He shut down instantly and never took another bite. He knew what he sold me into.
The song little Dance Little Jean holds a place in my heart that if I had had a decent father and a decent mother they could have married and I would not be burdened with 60 years of abuse memories. So yes I wish I was little Jean. Sorry for the typos Tupac is on my desk and every time I sob or cry he hits my hand with his head. Hugs
LikeLiked by 1 person