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Category: music
Forsooth
Forsooth hirsute bard
Toot sweet to the barber chair
Mrs. Avery
Says Sylvia's done with your
Dirty scruffy hippie self
Monotone
Fakin’ It
As a pretender to many things and a product of a misspent youth; Achievement brought to mind a song that I and my garageband friends would play, much to the chagrin of anybody within earshot. Believe me that covered a lot of territory .
Fake it til you make it. A fine mantra. I learned many things playing in that band that served me well in my future achievements. But pretending to be a musician would not continue to be one of those endeavors.
So even covering such quality material, the real achievement was that we all eventually went our own way.
Choo Choo
🎼 Pardon me boy🎵
🎼 Is that the Catenary Choo Choo🎶
Where does the U come in?
Why they bought a round trip tickets of course. When they get there they do a U turn and come back.
NLP
Be Careful What You Praise For
There’s praise and then there’s Neuro-linguistic Programming
Because research shows that research works
Onerous is the Loneliest Number
You Think You Got It Tough
Growing up in a household where the adults where born respectively in 1881, 1906, and 1916; this was not only high comedy but a self help recording. So stop whining, here’s some Merthiolate to put on your boo boo, and go back out to play. Don’t come back until the street lamps go on. The only onerous was on me.
codependency
So I wrote a haiku this morning to a Bluesky #vss365 prompt of #yearn as I am wont to do daily.
It went like this:
It always seems that
No matter how hard I #yearn
Affection is spurned
A comment made on that post brought to mind this song by Loudon Wainwright, III
“Unrequited To The Nth Degree”
Oh, when I die and it won’t be long
Hey, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me wrong
Yeah, you’re gonna be sorry that you treated me bad
Hey, and if there’s an after life I’ll gloat and I’ll be glad
Might be a plane crash, or some sort of OD
Hey, there’s going to be a photograph with my obituary
You’re gonna see it and you’ll cry
You’re gonna wanna wear black
Hey, I’ll be dead but you can bet your life, I’m gonna get you back
I’m tired of being left up on your shelf
I might not wait around, might kill myself
Not only would you miss me, but you’d feel guilty to
Oh, I’d be dead but it’d be too late the joke would be on you
Ha ha ha ha, ho ho ho ho
Chuckle chuckle chuckle chuckle
Snigger snigger snigger snigger
Guffaw guffaw guffaw
Yuk yuk yuk yuk
Ha ha ha ha…
So you better take warning, start treating me good
Start doing the things that I think you should
And you better not pout and no you better not cry
The grim reaper is a-comin’ to town and I just might die
This song reinforces many things for me.
From irrational exuberance to unreasonable expectations.
From pining for personages out of my league, while not noticing those that would have been a better fit.
Personal life
Professional life
Business life
Financial life
Spiritual life
This song also affirms my observations on codependency:
When I die your life will pass before my eyes.
🛩Meanwhile, Keep Em Flying 🛩
Judgemental Spread
Liked the movie
The book was better
Apples to oranges
Graded on a curve
Melons to the rind
Things of a kind
Birds of a feather
Judgemental find
Original or cover
Anticipations hover
Spending time
In decisive grind
Neither is heeded
Some things are fine
No rating needed
From me or you
On most things
Thumb has retired
No up
No down
No exposition required
Let things of a kind
Be of their kind
