P is for Pink Floyd ~ #AtoZChallenge

As I write this post, it is a rainy day.  I am waxing philosophical and remembering the past.  Or mis-remembering as the case may be though I think my memories are solid here.

I grew up in a blended family with lots of kiddos.  Having money for the extras was never a problem as far as I could tell.  But illusions exist and I am sure my parents spared us from any money struggles.  How they managed to pay the tuition for 13 years of Catholic school education is beyond me when you multiply x 7.  We took vacations every year.  B and I couldn’t even afford annual vacations with only two kids.

Back then I was a bratty brat who wanted to stay in a motel not a trailer and eat in restaurants instead of food cooked over a campfire.  I remember saying when I grow up, I am gonna!!!  Anyhoo I am rambling but soon I will get to the point and pick a damn song.

One way to vacay on the cheap is to agree to listen to a sales pitch … like those selling time shares and the like.  My parents did that often.  One Spring, my family and I went on one such sales pitch to Lago Vista TX on the banks of Lake Travis.

While my parents went with the other adults to see the land for sale, us kids stayed behind at the Bar-K clubhouse.  We ate hamburgers and watched a movie.  We played bumper pool and shuffle board.  In the game room, there was a jukebox that took slugs so that we could pick songs to play for free!!  We ended the day in the swimming pool right outside the game room.

I will never forget floating in the pool when my parents came back to get us.  “Time to go home” daddy said.  As we were drying off they asked us how we liked it.  All of us clamoring about how fantastic it was.  Free hamburgers and sodas.  A movie!! Bumper pool!!!!  Swimming!!!!!! Then daddy asks if we’d like to come back next weekend and announced they were buying land!  Squeal!!!!  YES!!!!!!  The plot they purchased was not fit for building on, it was just a strip of rocks with a culvert straight through the middle but it was a way for us to get privileges.  That was the beginning of our Bar-K days.

Now the song.  Memba that jukebox I mentioned.  The tunes were from the 50s, 60s, and 70s.  One of the first things we’d do entering the Bar K was to set up a game of bumper pool and play Pink Floyd’s “Money”.  To this day, when I hear those coins dropping I feel a sense of wonder.  And while “Comfortably Numb”, “Us and Them”, or “Brain Damage, Eclipse” are my favorite Pink Floyd tunes, “Money” wins for the nostalgia of it all.  I hope you enjoy!

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#1linerWeds. 4/17/19

In keeping with my unofficial TV show quote theme, I picked a current one from our newest favorite show The Kids Are Alright.  B and I were kids raised in Catholic homes during the 70s.  This show is a flashback of the best kind.

Your dad picks up some overtime and suddenly we’re too good for a street mattress.

Peg from The Kids Are Alright

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O is for Ozzy Osbourne ~ #AtoZChallenge

We saw the Diary of a Madman tour in February of 1982 when it rolled through San Antonio TX.

At the time, we were not huge fans and the show was rather grotesque.  I won’t go into detail but let’s just say my friends and I walked out of the Convention Center Arena wondering if the show was fake or if someone really did die.  Or maybe it was us drinking too much??  But I digress.

This was not Ozzy in his Black Sabbath heyday.  This was Ozzy pre-ban for pissing on the Alamo.  Even though all the transients were doing the same somehow Ozzy’s peeing garnered more attention.  He was already off the rails on his Crazy Train.  He has been pardoned and he came back.  In fact, I took Pony and some of his friends to OzzFest in 2003 for Pony’s 15th birthday.

The song I picked is I Don’t Know because … I don’t know.  I love the lyrics y’all.  Not your cuppa tea perhaps but “Everyone goes through changes looking to find the truth.  Don’t look at me for answers.  Don’t ask me, I don’t know.  … Nobody ever told me, I found out for myself.  You gotta believe in foolish miracles.  It’s not how you play the game, it’s if you win or lose.  Don’t confuse, win or lose.  It’s up to you. Go, go, go”. And to the wiki 

I also found this way too long video of the concert I actually attended.  I am adding here and will click back any time I want to stroll down memory lane.

As always, more to come.

N is for Neil Young ~ #AtoZChallenge

Hard to pick just one song by Mr. Young.  That’s my theme y’all.  Everything is my FAVORITE!!  Since I have used “Heart of Gold” in my Song Lyric Sunday, today I went with “Harvest Moon”.  Such a talent.  No need for zany stage gimmicks.  Just a man, his guitar, and a harmonica.  Priceless.  Here is the Wiki for more.

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M is for Metallica ~ #AtoZChallenge

I almost picked another band since narrowing down to just one song is a chore.  Well if you consider listening and reminiscing a chore.  Maybe labor of love is a more apt explanation.  Pony knew all the words to “Enter Sandman” as a wee lad.

Shame of us for allowing him to listen to Metallica.  Maybe we should have censored him but we were almost hippies and censorship is not in our vocabulary.  And now after all these years, proof is in the pudding so to speak.  What a perfectly flawed young man he turned out to be.  Get it … perfectly flawed.  Aren’t we all?

Okay, time to pick.  Enter Sandman with a twist.  Rock on my friends \m/

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B’s Lucky He Didn’t End Up On Dateline

I enjoy watching Dateline or any show of the true crime variety.  Doing so helps me escape even if only for the briefest moments.  My friend who told me to watch Lifetime so I could cry with explanation, also enjoys these shows.  I think her favorite is Snapped.

I cannot stand Live PD though.  B watches it when there is nothing else on.  More often than not that is EVERY weekend.  To me, that’s too much truth.  I’d rather the writers sanitize the story for consumption.  Live and in person is too personal.  People at their weakest moments.  That’s not entertainment to me.

B went to our place in the hills today.  He wanted to me go along but I just couldn’t.  You see we may have to sell it and by staying away, it’ll make the loss less so.  Or so I tell myself anyway.  Truth be told, I needed another “me” day.  So soon you ask?  Yes so soon.

I am in my head too much and not sleeping and self-care was what the doctor ordered.  I woke up on my time without an alarm.  I organized my stuff and got the grocery shopping done.  I am headed back out for free stuff and to fill up my car.  Checking items off my list is priceless.

B just called to check in.  He likes to drop bombs on me.  The conversation went something like this:

B: Hey, did you go to the store already?

Me: Yes I got everything except the potatoes.  They were bad again.  I’ll go back later in the week.

B: Well I got side tracked this morning.

Me: Side tracked how? What’s wrong? (Thought bubble a wreck or worse, just spit it out already)

B: I was about 20 miles outside Rock Springs and I saw a man and his daughter walking down the road.  They flagged me down and I stopped for them.

B continued:  their truck had broken down on their place and luckily I had the jump starter kit with me.  (Last time my battery died, he got two kits, one for each of us.  While I have zero idea how to use it, I too have the same kit in my trunk.  Me? I would have called 911 to report two stranded motorists on RRDS 674 instead of stopping).

Me: Your drove complete strangers back to their truck?  Really?  You’re lucky you didn’t end up on a show like Dateline.

B:  Jill the girl was maybe 13/14 years old.  I wasn’t going to leave them.  I didn’t make my usual stop in Kerrville.    Don’t you see?  I was meant to be there. 

The rest of the conversation was about what he still needed to do and when thought he’d be home.  He’s a good guy y’all.  Lucky in lots of respects.  Hoping the stars align and send some self-employment juju his way.

As always, more to come.

Da Best Day Eva

Uh ya it is … April 13, 2019 in the year of our lord.  Da BEST!!! If a mundane day can be the best day that is.  Contradiction?  I think not.

I feel a ramble rumbling in my brain.  We are house bound.  Rain, rain go away.  Puhleese.  We wanna take a taste of Nawlins.  Though we’ve got tons of other things to do around here, we’d rather play.

Of course tending to the necessities of running a house would probably do wonders for my mood.  But I don’t wanna be an adult.  Let someone else take over.  Instead, until the rain clears, I will sing along.  Singing along always makes it better.  So here you go with further ado …