Everybody is somebody else's turkey, y'all. Except, maybe me.
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Everybody is somebody else's turkey, y'all. Except, maybe me.
Then that sounds good enough reason to simply strut your stuff....
Speaking of "stuff"....or rather stuffing.........do you have any? What kind?
Oh, geez... I stopped eating my animal friends about a month ago. What am I going to do come Thanksgiving? Or Christmas? Or New Years Day?! Stuffing without the bird isn't stuffing, is it? It's just stuff...
I'm getting the feeling you may not have completely thought through this new diet thing, Jerry.
I have, beyond holidays. I've been considering forgoing meat for awhile. There's so much about it that seems wrong. I'm not doing it for dietary reasons, although I have lost 10 pounds. My problem is how to effectively replace the protein. I'll figure something out.
Oh i almost forgot to feed my pet peeve,thanks guys!!!
I heard they get cranky when not fed on a regular basis.
Yep sure do,i had a pet ego big one too but when i got married my wife wouldn't let me keep it!!
My wife has my ego. She plays with it from time to time but normally just keeps it caged up.
Yes, right or wrong, free range would certainly seem the most natural method of husbandry.....
..and the kitchen range is the most suitable for wifery. [[Is that sexist?)
Not now that a husband or a wife can be either sex.....
"Wife" and "sex" used in the same sentence? Radical concept...
Ah. Were you perhaps thinking of a life sentence, Jerry?
That is what I signed up for. I've been blessed that I found the right prison warden for it, although I won't tell her...
Actually, if she does not know, then I must not be a model prisoner.
You must have been a very easy cell :)
Unlike most people, I figured out that happiness is more contingent on wanting what you have than having what you want. I should sue Mom and Dad for raising me with values that made me lose step with the way of the world.
I like that old saying "Life isn't all you want, but it's all you have, so have it. Stick a geranium in your hat, and be happy' :)
I am going to adopt that old saying. I like that.
There is now a theory that propensity to happiness is genetically-based.
Or based on your faith, or hooch, depending on your interests.....
It seems their is a generation of young people these days who insist on being unhappy. I am so glad to be a Boomer.
Agreed. We were encouraged to have respect for ourselves, and think for ourselves - not just about ourselves....
The irony is that if everybody is non-conformist, then doing what they all do to prove it is the text book example of conforming. SMH.
When I was growing up, there was full employment, and everyone believed that the future was going to be better. The 60s was a remarkable decade to grow up in. You could pick and choose the degrees of your rebellion.
Or as I tell people, I grew up too late to be in the riots of the '60s and too soon to walk around with my underwear showing.
We're growing older together. It's not our age, it's how we are for it, that matters:)
I listen to my music on my computer and realize that my taste generally encompasses any genre, any artist from 1930 to 1989. I listen to newer stuff but my music sadly falls into the category of "oldie but goodie". Sometime around 1990, I became my father, whom I remember listening to his oldies and wondered why he wasn't more hip.
New releases in popular music have meant increasingly less to me over the last 15-20 years [[i.e. since the age of 43 or 48). Lately, what I hear seems to have no melody, or is oversung, and therefore lacks charm. So yes, I too now sound like my elders!
In direct contrast, my enjoyment of classical music has increased, as the largely lyric free melodies on Classic FM play in the background, and complement my own thoughts.
Throughout my changing tastes in music, I remain entranced as ever at how a tiny flower bud blossoms into a beautiful bloom......
The new Pop Charts used to be a highlight of the week. Now I don't even bother to look at them.
Yah, we're all old. To be honest, I often ask myself if my nephews and nieces are really going to hear the songs I currently hear on the radio - urban, rock, or pop - in 20 years and immediately think to themselves: "Oh yeah... That was the jam back then!!" The only music that I hear that seems to have distinction anymore is [[gasp!) country, and I seldom listen to it.
I try to stay current in the latest music from the girls at work [[who are MUCH younger than myself). One of them loves country and I'd rather listen to 50 polka hits before I listen to country!!!
Classical? Not for me.....BUT........anyone for Bocelli?
I'm not big on Bocelli. I'm not a patient enough listener to appreciate all of the good things that he does although his voice it truly one in a generation. I want drums and some bass guitar when I put the headphones on. With that said, when I put the radio on a country station in the car, I don't tend to turn it off until I get where I'm going. And I'm not sure if I'm a fan of classical music, but I'm a huuuuuuge John Williams fan. To me, he is probably the greatest living American composer [[sorry, Smokey...).
Well moe, if you like Bocelli, then you like some opera, and so then you do like some classical music. Give me Leontyne Price over Maria Callas any day!
Here in UK, on Classic FM [[we listen to it at work - it suits our environment, it keeps us sane, and we get the news on the hour), they generally play the lighter classic pieces [[the beauty of which does creep up on us...), and also 'classic' film music - which would suit Jerry, as John Williams is heavily rotated. Yes, JW is indeed extraordinarily impressive, and I wouldn't argue with 'greatest'. He would certainly have been Sir John Williams well before now, had he been born here. I like our own John Barry, and many more....
I like some country too, quite a few have a lot of soul to them IMO. Brenda Lee went from pop/rock to country, and I still find her voice stirring and moving. In that respect, to me that's soulful:)
It's funny. I remember being a high schooler and my clique - huge on R&B - battled with the rock and roll kids over what station the art room radio would be on. Finally, Mr. Gamble decided to alternate every day [[to nobody's true satisfaction). One of my best friends, Loren, was the only kid in class who like jazz, so every other time the R&B kids got "their" music, Loren whined until we had to listen to jazz on FM. I hated both jazz and rock.
Fast forward 33 years and I still love R&B, especially from that decade. But guess what? When "Love Stinks" or "[[Another Brick In) The Wall" comes on radio, I'm singing it and loving every verse. And my jazz collection is nearly as big as my R&B and soul music collection. Loren forced me to listen to "Westchester Lady" by Bob James late one Friday night and I was converted. I love music. To me, "soul music" is unfortunately assigned only to some urban music because, like WGB just stated, I hear soul in a lot of songs.
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Yes.....soul music, to me, is any music which speaks directly to my heart.
And that, amigo, is what I seem to miss when I listen to a lot of contemporary music. I remember listening to all of the Motown songs as a child of the '60s. It was sunshine and good times and wonderment to me. Then, after reading a few of the books and seeing films based on those times and those artists, I listen to the music and I hear much greater depth than I recall. You hear the arguments. You hear the dysfunction. You hear the egos.
You start to hear the soul. I love studying the dynamics of musical collaborations and unfortunately, angst makes great music. Especially after you realize someone recorded a particular song with a broken heart and still made it a classic, as happened more times than people realize.
I think each of us produces our best creative efforts when fuelled by feelings of excitement or sadness, but which also need to be carefully regulated and channelled, when applied to our particular chosen work.
The rest of our work or output then continues with that standard. but on a level plateau, until the next 'spike' of inspiration.
I think the 60s were a very creative era in pop music. I appreciated music which was marketed to me as 'soul' even if, many times, my own soul did not instinctively respond. It was only soul music if I felt it to be so, no matter the name used to present it to me.
'Soul' music [[including Motown which I felt was largely pop music, but soulfully interpreted, giving it a unique identity) was not the norm. I'd say the mass market was pop orientated, presented in the first instance to the young white record-buying market.
Over the decades, aspiring singers on TV talent shows all now seem to have adopted what they like to think is a soulful approach to their performances, which I suppose they feel makes it authentic and meaningful, and also with commercial appeal. To me, both males and female performers very often over-sing. They bellow and yell , they hold v-e-r-y l-o-n-g notes - the power singing is impressive to a point, but almost all of it seems a form of pastiche. Most times, I am not drawn towards these performances, and am left unmoved.
While it would be good to hear something new and say "Yes!!!", I am not disappointed. I stick with the favourites which have stuck with me for decades. They were good then and, despite their familiarity, just as good now.