Vintage music and beat content throughout history and the music archives.
Writing While Moving
I’m am slightly in awe of the way we are becoming a TV watching proletariat. Though that’s a discussion for another time. I decided to see if I could do a blog bost as I walked and this is the result. I hope my edits manage to make it readable
Time travel would be nice....
Part 1 Before Pandemics. Before Mandatory and self imposed Lock-downs, and before the World had gone into complete and utter madness, there was a time,( I know that seems hard to believe), when life was simpler, easier, and not so connected through Social Media, or the Internet for that matter. Where a home console games graphics were a pathetic 8 bit or lower, but we loved them anyways. And the really good games that had even better graphics (by those times standards), were located in a video arcade or corner convenience store, and required a pocket full of quarters to launch you into a new and flickering world that made you forget about your daily life. That is, until you used up your last “life” and then it was Game Over. This was the Totally Awesome and Unforgettable 80’s of course, and I’d give everything to be able to teleport back to that Age. That was my Childhood.
How to win big at your local auction house
I used to love bargain hunting – whether that was trawling the tables at the boot fair, scouring the goodies at the recycle shop, or poking about the thrift stores in town it was always good to find something I needed at a fraction of its cost new. Of course, with Covid the shops and boot fairs have been closed more often than not for a year now, so what have I done? Auctions.
Seven Songs of Solacement
Seven Songs of Solacement This was a very difficult piece to write because of all the self initiated interruptions. With every song I mentally placed on my good feelings list, I was compelled to find it online and listen to it, which in turn so mellowed me out that it was tempting to just listen to the music and put off writing until later. Even so, I was able to winnow down from hundreds of "possibles" a playlist of seven guaranteed to becalm me and take me to a place of good feelings and good memories.
Putting The Record Straight About The Fathers Of All Modern Music
If you trace whatever style of popular modern music you hear or listen to, all the way back to its roots, you will end up at the name of one man. This was a man who lived far too short a life, but a man who left a legacy that reverberated, and continues to do so, throughout the last almost 100 years.
Jazz and Horses
Smoke drifted towards the high tin ceilings in the crowded room as jazz melodies floated out to the street, mingling with the sounds of laughter from passing strangers in the night. Neighbors of the Moonlight Jazz Club in Harlem were drawn out of their buildings by the alluring, unfamiliar sounds of life coming from the iconic venue which had fallen on hard times in years past…
Just Who Were The Castrati?
I originally wrote this article on Article Source: http://EzineArticles.co m/3377280 in 2009 but as I still believe this subject to be quite fascinating. Until then I was quite unaware of the Castrati and their history in the 1600s. This is such a bizarre piece of history it is quite worthy of you knowing.
You Must be Crazy
You Must be “Crazy!” by L’Tanya Y. Gordon It was a typical Friday night and as I hurried to sit out on the front porch, I always enjoyed seeing all of the familiar people, like yellow, brown and black puzzle pieces, starting to fit into their pre-assigned places on the jigsaw of another start of the weekend evening in Kansas City Missouri.
a song to remember
As a white girl that grew up in a middle-class family, I was so far removed from understanding what it meant to be anything but that. I had always understood the sexism in life, the fact that I would be the one that stepped out of a man’s way or that a man wanting to touch the small of my back or arm was just a formality. I had known it, I had seen it, I had known that women’s rights were still very new to this nation, and I was lucky enough to get to go to school. I was lucky enough to even have a chance that even fifty years ago, women didn’t have. I knew all of this and more at a young age as I cried to my dad when I heard about Malala being shot by the Taliban for going to school, “daddy why can’t other girls go to school?”. I was seven. It was then I was exposed to racism. An idea that I couldn’t even fathom.
Minnie Riperton - A Love Story
She said, “I just don’t want to leave my kids. I don’t want to leave my babies” In January 1976, Minnie Riperton went to the doctor, worried there was a problem. The doctor diagnosed her with breast cancer and shortly afterward she underwent a radical mastectomy. At the time of diagnosis, the doctors gave her about six months to live. Her cancer had metastasized. It was in her lymph nodes.
I didn’t much care for what my friends were listening to growing up, meaning I was rarely passed aux. A truth which, I believe, was more their loss than my own... I’ve always gravitated to the oldies—and if genre titles such as shoegaze and folktronica can exist, I say Oldies deserves a legitimate name in the books.
Ella goes to my head
When I was in high school, Jewel was asking "Who will save your soul" and Tracy Chapman was looking for you to "Give me one reason" so she could turn right back around. At the time, I didn't know that. Just like I didn't know Toni Braxton needed you to "Un-break my heart" or that Atlantis was out there being "Ironic". Why wasn't I aware of any of this?