Last song on the car radio before I head into the building for work. I just want you to know who I am.
The think this was my favorite song a year ago. Came up in my FB feed. I forget the name though. Anyone know?
What if we start to drive
What if we close our eyes
We’re speeding through red lights into paradise
‘Cause we’ve no time for getting old
Mortal bodies, timeless souls
Cross your fingers, here we go
Oh, oh, oh
Today’s sing-along song of the day is inspired by the fact that my building has brand-new state-of-the-art elevators.
As always, more to come.
As I sit here in WD Deli feeling uber sorry for myself, this song comes onSeasons of Love. I’m about to jump up on the tables and belt out the words. I would I tell ya but I’ll have to settle for just imaging that scene. How do you measure a life? C,mon folks how? Sing it!
And next up Landslide and my head is exploding. Today I woke with Stevie’s sweet voice singing this song in my ear. I have daily ear worms as I dream (when I dream) in song as another coping mechanism. “I’m afraid of changing cuz I built my life around you” wonder what that means.
Whatever it means, Music is the cure for what ails me!
As always more to come.
Anyone remember Fashion Police and who wore it best? Hosted by Miss Joan Rivers! Helluva woman. Well in this installment of sing along song of the day, we’ll do a who sung it best? Or it is who sang it best? Dang Grammar Police. Now I have to google this sH!t. Here is the answer. Now I have to ask, what the hell is an auxiliary verb?? HAS is for one. And what the hell is a participle? Why do participles have to be past, present and perfect? No one is PERFECT! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!! Compulsion is a wonderful thing. Twitch, twitch, twitch. How did this post become a grammar lesson? No idea. Anyway, back to it. Who sang or who has sung the song best? The original or the cover band? You be the judge.
As much as I love Metallica, I have to give it up for the ORIGINAL Diamond Head. Roar!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Am I Evil? Yes I am. Am I Evil? I am man, yes I am! Now in deep thoughts with Stuart Smalley. Is man evil? I’d say falliable yes. A sinner yes. But man can be forgiven. Maybe in some individual cases, man or woMAN is evil. Not as in whole of huMANkind. That I refuse to believe.
If this was #SOCS prompt MAN, I’d be golden but man was weeks ago. HEY it’s Friday! Duh? We know Jill, comes after Thursday. I need to find the prompt for tomorrow. I’m looking for you Linda G Hill.
As always, more to come.
Sublime marathon. Well maybe not since two songs hardly make a marathon. More like a musical sprint.
Let’s all pop a cap in Sancho shall we? Just kidding. I don’t even know the guy. I wonder if he’s a bastard in the same way Hope is fickle and Life, she’s a bitch.
The lyrics are deep despite the beat. These are singalong for sure but if you really listen you might be like me and think … did I really just sing pop a cap in sancho? Well yes, yes I did! And it was on auto pilot. I memorized these words a very long time ago.
The second song What I Got sort of played out before me. I passed a bus stop while running errands. A single rider was sitting on the bench. Eyes shut tight, face raised to the sunshine. Rocking back and forth with a grimace on her face.
Pain. Everywhere one looks. But there was beauty too. In the sunshine. And I can’t possibly know her story in a two second glimpse. Still hits me. Makes me think.
And with that, I am done. And all of you are probably thinking “J-Dub next time just post the songs; we don’t need your spin”. Ha! Have you learned nothing about me in our time together? LOL.
As always more to come.
All Apologies aka J-Dub’s mantra.
I heard it from a friend who heard it from a friend who… And no this is not a REO Speedwagon sing along song of the day. No one’s been messing around. Wait! Go back! Click the link and listen. See what I did there? Enjoy the song styling of Pit Bull and Mr. Iglesias. Hehe! Now move forward to this stream of consciousness composition.
I do not think I am breaking any copyright laws in my attempt to paraphrase a story told to me recently. And before I proceed, I better know I am not breaking the law. Ignorance is bliss but Ignorantia juris non excusat or ignorantia legis neminem excusat. Learn your Latin peeps. I wouldn’t get off scot-free. Anyways, I Googled the crap out of the tale and came up with zilch. Breaking the law. Squirrel. JUDAS PRIEST!!!!!!! one of my faves. Especially the following lyrics:
So much for the golden future I can’t even start
I’ve had every promise broken, there’s anger in my heart
You don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue
If you did you’d find yourselves doing the same thing too
Now wait just a minute J-Dub. How did we get here?!? Well, just so happens the lyrics fit the mood and the moral of the story. In the round about way that I connect dots. You may not see clearly right away … until the rain has gone. That’s me, channeling my inner trulyunplugged.
In general, mental health issues are misunderstood. Physical disease we understand but mental disease not so much. Hell, I even spent time today watching bloggers go at it over the topic.
One said, “Mental illness is like diabetes!”
While the other said “Hell no it is not!”
One said “Well fuck yourself! You’re an idiot. Depression, anxiety, etc… are illnesses. Invisible illnesses”
While the other said “Well fuck you too! And grow a pair. Man up buttercup and try to live life stone cold sober”
Ping Pong, Ping Pong. And who the hell wants to do that?!? Sobriety is overrated. Lots of alcoholics out there might tell you otherwise. Oops, there I go again starting stuff. I would never joke about such a disease as serious as alcoholism. I’m being sarcastic and snarky in case you missed that!!!! And speaking for Snark. Check out this cool site. Go ahead! Look. I’ll wait.
Ready to go again?
I definitely have unwavering opinions about all this though – each person’s circumstance varies! Ha! So much for definitely … so much for unwavering. One fucking size, never fucking fits ALL!!!!!!! Hence the you don’t know what it’s like, you don’t have a clue.
Most people are clueless with regards to mental health issues. Only 1 in 5 get it so only 1 in 5 understand. Well if you are lucky maybe 2 in 5 … you know that close friend who doesn’t judge and loves you unconditionally. That family member who you can count on. Your therapist who gets to hear you ramble on and on about your first world problems never once saying “Jill, just get over yourself”. She doesn’t have to since I say that to myself enough for both of us.
Thank ya Jesus for letting the masses be clueless! I would not wish this sH!t on my worst enemy. Now wait another minute J-Dub’s, how did we get here? All you wanted to do was share a nice story that impacted you deeply and maybe make some people cry (happy tears). You know, write something with human connection.
Here goes nothing. Moving story, make people cry ….
When I woke up last night and could not go back to sleep, this story was ALL that I could think about. Well that and other stuff that kept me up for who the hell knows how long because in true compulsive learned behavior, I refused to look at the clock. Alarm clock avoidance is an old how to deal with insomnia trick. And this particular trick works for me. I probably am running on 3 hours sleep but I won’t know that … so there! Take that you bastard insomnia!
Here goes nothing take two:
A man was in a boat with a group of boy scouts. They were having a wonderful time out on the ocean fishing. They were in deep waters yet they could still see the shoreline. They had a good catch and were about ready to call it a day when the clouds got dark, the wind kicked up, and the storm rolled in. Their small vessel capsized. Everybody was thrown into the waves. The man had two choices, he could try to save the boys or he could swim to shore. He knew in an instant that they would all perish and as painful as it was, he started to swim to shore. As his feet hit the bottom and he was able to stand, he looked back expecting the worst. To his dismay, the boys were following him; swimming after him to the shore.
I cried when I first heard the story (and I am bawling like a baby again right now) because A) the friend who told me this lesson is priceless. She is someone who I can cry with and not be embarrassed about doing so afterwards; B) ALL of the boy scouts and the scout master survived; and C) The day before I heard my therapist reaffirm for me that I needed to take care of myself before I could help my baby girl. She used the analogy – just like the preflight safety message: If you are travelling with a child or someone who requires assistance, secure your mask on first, and then assist the other person.
And the moral to the story is … you tell me. I would love to hear some comments. Your feedback is the reason I blog. Well that and the part about me becoming famous one day … in my own mind that is :).
As always, more to come.
P.S. <lost> Hence the post Ugh! and it was good. I think. I highlighted two music links and three bloggers. Maybe I can add more later.
I had an ear worm and I could not figure out where it came from. I just kept humming lalalalala you’re welcome, you’re welcome lalalala. I knew I picked this up somewhere between Saturday and Sunday. Quite catchy. I assumed incorrectly the song was from Hedwig but I knew no … couldn’t be since not a rock-n-roll sound but rather POP. I sang into Shazam and was asked to repeat as Shazam could not quite catch it. Then my dear friend goggled songs with (you’re welcome) and wah-la. Turns out this tune came from the Disney movie Moana. Figures … the Disney connection explains the skippy beat :). I rented the movie Saturday. Much like music theater. I highly recommend.
Take a listen! You’re welcome … you can thank me for the ear worm later 🙂
Funky cold medinaThe perk of a longer commute. The above was the last song I heard this morning before I went underground and lost contact. At the mothership today. Working the plan! 😂