Near the end of 2021… and it’s about time.


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Maybe next year will grace us all with a little bit of inspiration, enlightenment, joy and humility. If ‘Hope’ is around, please remain at a healthy distance. You see I am a UGA Bulldawg and ‘hope’ has been our cruel Mistress. #GoDawgs

Peace & Love fellow bloggers.

Peace & Love ☮

It’s Been Such a Long Time


A few years have passed since my last blog. Some of the lack of production

can be blamed on my password being lost in space. Maybe just a little?

I’ll post a picture or two for now.

Bodie Island Lighthouse Outer Banks NC 1995

It Don’t Come Easy…


Writing, well it don’t come easy when your not a writer and that would be me.  I’ve managed to skip a year and a half but I do have an excuse. A very valid one to boot.

After 37 years in Atlanta and 25 with the postal service I followed through in life by retiring, selling my home and moving to the mountains of North Georgia. You gotta figure those two endeavors have been quite the time consuming adventures. I’m loving every minute of life these days. My biggest fear in getting back to my blog was auto-fill remembering the password and it did. Guess I’ll dig out a picture or two and see if the morning brings a hint of inspiration.

Good shot of John and I. We’d not see one other or spoken in 35 years. My 2nd trip to Seattle (2015) and we finally connected.

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John live over in Capital Hill – We be at “Singles Going Steady” record store. Photo: Brian.

 

 

Eyes Of The Sun by Otis


Authentic Rock and Roll from some seriously fine musicians.

Oasis Entertainment

For my 493rd review I am proud to announce Eyes Of The Sun, the second album my Kentucky based southern blues band Otis, which will be released on September 15, 2017 on the Purple Pyramid Records label and distributed by Cleopatra Records.  This Eleven track album has great guitar riffs and powerful vocals as found in such songs as Change, Home, Washed My Hands, Chasing The Sun, my favorite track off this album Turned To Stone and much more.  I need to get my hands on their first album since I like their music so much.  I was impressed on how well this album was written, performed, produced and recorded.  This is a must for anyone’s music library.  You can purchase this album at Bandcamp, Cleopatra Records, Itunes and everywhere else CD’s and digital downloads are sold.

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Here Comes The Sun


What a change from yesterday evening to this Sunday morning’s weather. Massive thunderstorms with drenching rains turned to heavily overcast steel grey morning, damp and breezy. Yeah change is in the air.

Stumbled across the street this morning with a cup of coffee in hand and my camera phone looking for something interesting, this all started at 5am because the cat woke me up. Looking back  a few years my neighborhood was tucked into a side-street just a block from from main street…over a period of several years the city has rebuilt itself and continues to do so. Please no debating on the merits of quality of life -v- progressive live work environment. I’m firmly in the center of downtown with bus stop(s) and heavy traffic (pedestrian & motorized). The learning curve was quick and continues.

Maybe it was the Pokemon crowd out last night?  Brooke Street Park is open 7/24, well lighted at night with its fountains, streams, memorials and a rather modern library whose’s alarm system is easily tripped by the  ‘skate-boarders’ even though they are outlawed on the property. The kids last night  left something for the morning guest (me) other than booze bottles, cig butts and candy wrappers. I enjoy their ‘Artistry’ in the band-shell. Chalk tagging is colorful and cool like an Art Festival but not the other type of tagging w/paint and such. Easily defined difference between art and f-ing defacement.

 

“Here Comes The Sun”
Songwriters: Lennon/Harrison/McCarty

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

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“Summer is but fading as fall begins to wink & nod”

Wasted Words…?


Little if anything to post or publish that is not about me.  I am  conscientious  as the next person to realize that (me) just ain’t that exciting/glamorous or “in possession of profound insight/mystical adult knowledge”.  All I know and I know well is me, my life and experiences.  Something intangible yeah something like my inner dialogue tells me that once you come to know someone its OK not to be so concerned about  minute to minute life. I mostly feel that sharing  and living  where a purposely meaningful life exist.(tried to fix previous sentence and failed).

With the ending of summer a  reflection defines the word ‘austerity’. We have lacked rain most of the high-summer days which previously in the spring of 2016 resulted in a surplus of ground water. Now, yes now the rains have returned in abundance. Bring life to the yards, the trees, shrubs, bushes and wildlife. How obviously the vigor of life returns….” when those parched shackles are removed”.

What a great place to stop when writing….I’ve said a few things, shared a bit and how about a picture of ME…haha! Hope and wish all other bloggers are doing OK with all the trolls  well at least for me so I write sparingly y’all.

 

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Me making an artistic statement.

 

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Dude the Cat seriously not impressed with my artistic skill but he is warming up to the creative side.☮

 

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
BY T. S. ELIOT