It’s been a long while since we did any movin’ and groovin’ around here. So…
Let the movin’ and groovin’ begin!
#dancelikethereisnotomorrowbecausewhoknows
Sunday Songs
All 165 of Pink Floyd’s Songs Ranked?!
Impossible to do.
Not because I think all of them are great, which they very well may be.
But because I basically only know songs from The Wall and Dark Side of the Moon.
But Bill Wyman writing for Vulture thinks it’s possible.
Anyway, whether you’re into Floyd or not, or into rankings or not, for now this version of “Mother” is my current Floyd favorite…
A Sunday Song to Spark the Spirit and Summon the Moves of the Dance
#wedontneednoeducationbecauseweareallbloodygeniusestobeginwith
A Sunday Song to Spark the Spirit and Summon the Moves of the Dance
Time to forget for a moment the madness and mayhem and the apocalyptic fever dreams and just close your eyes and imagine you’re out on the dance floor with the most delectable babe* of your dreams groovin’ it to this new release written and performed by my youngest son and produced by my eldest son…
#rockon
#likeyourlifedependedonit
*non-gender specific
Regarding That Which Despicable Beings Create
Always a conundrum — what to do with something good created by someone bad.
I mean, take HP Lovecraft for instance. Are horrors authors and readers still praising him so for his early contributions to the genre? Fortunately for me, having read his work long before learning he was such a virulent racist, I find his writing flat and uninteresting and way, way overrated so shunning him to the dustbin of the disgraced is no problemo.
But there are a lot of other types of situations and scenarios out there that can put one in such an unpleasant conundrum…
Eddie Money’s Music will Forever be 💲💲💲, yo
My very first concert, the July 19, 1980, World Series of Rock at the Cleveland Stadium, also happened to be the very best and most memorable concert I’ve ever attended.
That day was one massive mess of merriment and music…
In Eternal Hope and Pursuit of Gridiron Glory
As an Ohio boy at heart and forever a fan of Cleveland sports teams, I’ve been conditioned by a lifetime of game day let downs, defeats, and disappointments to annually at the end of each football season take comfort in the old saw of a saying…
Well, there’s always next year.
But guess what sports fans, this just may be the next year every long disappointed yet always devoted Cleveland Browns fan has been hoping for.
There’s an energy around this year’s team that hasn’t been felt since Bernie Kosar and the Kardiac Kids days before him…
Yeah, it’s been that long.
We Should Be Dancing… Not Dying
With all the constant blood and violence in this constantly bloody and violent nation of mine, a la yesterday’s insane mass killing after a gun-toting asshole goes off his nutty handle during a routine traffic stop, I hardly feel like getting my groove on.
But get my groove on I must or else I will become completely consumed by the constant blood and violence and do nothing more than wallow in a constant state of misery and fear…
A Poem Illicit by Cindy Knoke
The popular photographer and poet Cindy Knoke wrote us a poem in response to our ongoing flash fiction contest (which ends at midnight tonight so go vote for your favorite story!). Unfortunately, per the fine print of the contest rules, only flash fiction responses meeting the stated criteria will be accepted. All other responses are to be deleted. Yeah, I get down like that. However, reading Cindy’s poem felt to me like listening to a Tom Waits song and if anyone knows me they know I have a huge man crush on Tom. No way I could abandon her poem to a trash can death. So instead I share it here with you where it can shimmy and shake for all eternity as a special supplement to our weekly Sunday Song to Spark the Spirit and Summon the Moves of the Dance…
I’m Afraid of Americans
A Sunday Songs to Spark the Spirit
and Summon the Moves of the Dance
Special Edition