Mese: marzo 2019

A Flashback Within A Flashback

‘Life Is A Rock(But the Radio Rolled Me)’ Having just looked this nice old novelty song up, I’ve gotten a reminder that it came out in September, 1974.  I was a sophomore at St. John the Baptist Diocesan High School, West Islip, New York. It was recorded by the band Reunion, which included Joey (the Archies) Levine.  Co~written by Levine and Norman Dolph, it was a tribute to the pop music, and pop culture in general, of the past.



B. Bumble and the Stingers, Mott the Hoople, Ray Charles Singers
Lonnie Mack and twangin’ Eddy, here’s my ring we’re goin’ steady
Take it easy, take me higher, liar liar, house on fire
Locomotion, Poco, Passion, Deeper Purple, Satisfaction
Baby baby gotta gotta gimme gimme gettin’ hotter
Sammy’s cookin’, Lesley Gore and Ritchie Valens, end of story
Mahavishnu, Fujiyama, Kama Sutra, rama-lama
Richard Perry, Spector, Barry, Rogers-Hart, Nilsson, Harry
Shimmy shimmy ko-ko bop and Fats is back and Finger Poppin’

Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie

FM, AM, hits are clickin’ while the clock is tock-a-tickin’
Friends and Romans, salutationsBrenda and the Tabulations
Carly Simon, I behold herRolling Stones and centerfoldin’
Johnny Cash and Johnny Rivers, can’t stop now, I got the shivers
Mungo Jerry, Peter Peter Paul and Paul and Mary Mary
Dr. John the nightly tripper, Doris Day and Jack the Ripper
Gotta go Sir, gotta swelter, Leon Russell, Gimme Shelter
Miracles in Smokey placesslide guitars and Fender basses
Mushroom omeletBonnie BramlettWilson Pickett, stop and kick it

Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Life is a rock but the radio

Arthur Janov’s primal screamin‘, Hawkins, Jay and Dale and Ronnie
Kukla, Fran and Norma Okla Denver, John and Osmond, Donny
J.J. Cale and Z.Z. Top and L.L. Bean and De De Dinah
David BowieSteely Dan and sing me prouder, CC Rider
Edgar Winter, Joanie Sommers, Osmond BrothersJohnny Thunders
Eric Clapton, pedal wah-wahStephen Foster, do-dah do-dah
Good Vibrations, Help Me Rhonda, Surfer Girl and Little Honda
Tighter, tighter, honey, honeysugar, sugar, yummy, yummy
CBS and Warner Brothers, RCA and all the others

Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
Gotta turn it up louder, so my DJ told me
Whoa whoa whoa whoa!
Life is a rock but the radio rolled me
At the end of my rainbow lies a golden oldie

(Listen (remember) they’re playing our song)
Rock it, sock itAlan Freed meMurray Kaufmantry to leave me
Fish, and Swim, and Boston Monkey, Make it bad and play it funky
(Wanna take you higher!)

Freddie King and Albert King B.B. King and frolicking
Get it on and Nat Gerardi, Papalardi, Hale and Hearty

There’s a perfect more than human gentle words of Randy Newman;
One, two, three, sir, Osibisa, I need a breather!

Tito Puente, Boffalongo, Cuba, War and even Mongo
(Line not credible) Peter Dial, Alex Hood, Boogie Brass


California, Beatlemania, New York City, Transylvania
S&G and (V&C?) and Bobby Vee and SRO, yeah yeah!

Here’s where I found the words:   ‘Life Is A Rock(But the Radio Rolled Me)’ 



Here’s my very first ever contribution to Song Lyric Sunday .


I Will Put Enmities Between Thee and the Woman — Salve Regina

I will put enmities between thee and the woman, and thy seed and her seed: she shall crush thy head, and thou shalt lie in wait for her heel. Genesis 3, 15 (DRB) And a great sign appeared in heaven: A woman clothed with the sun, and the moon under her […]

via I Will Put Enmities Between Thee and the Woman — Salve Regina

Large Kosher Food

Sometimes I go to the Lido Kosher Deli on Park Avenue in Long Beach.  For some reason I’ve never gotten into the habit of eating even the least bit often at any of the local restaurants, delis, and  take~out places but I enjoy them when I occasionally go. 



Our local kosher deli, on Park Avenue, is in the same neighborhood as an Italian restaurant and pizzeria, a Chinese restaurant, and a liquor store.



The food at the deli is always quite good there.   The last time I went there I got a pastrami sandwich.  The only disadvantage is that it was too big for me to eat it easily.  Their portions are always so huge.  That was a real problem one day, a few years ago when I presumed to get a hamburger.   It was way beyond too sloppy, sticky, and clumsy for me.   I’ve never been able to stand to have anything even the least bit sticky anywhere near me so I’ve been wary of their hamburgers ever since then.  The taste is exceptional but I desperately need a knife and fork for them.



Like all delis, they have potato salad, cole slaw, and many other side dishes and appetizers.  We most certainly can’t forget their Pickles either.   Their pickles are quite seriously humongous.  As with all the other food there, these deli staples are doled out in serving sizes seemingly intended for the inhabitants of Brobdingnag in Jonathan Swift’s ‘Gulliver’s Travels’.   



I highly recommend this deli for anyone who lives near hear but only if he has quite an exceptionally hearty appetite.   To finish a full meal there is most certainly quite a significant accomplishment.



Here is my contribution to the Ragtag Daily Prompt




The 2nd Sorrowful Mystery — Devotion to St Maximilian Kolbe and the Militia Immaculata

Ave Maria! The 2nd Sorrowful Mystery The Scourgng at the Pillar But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for our iniquities; upon Him was the chastisement that made us whole, and with His stripes we are healed. . . Therefore I will divide Him a portion with the great, and He shall […]

via The 2nd Sorrowful Mystery — Devotion to St Maximilian Kolbe and the Militia Immaculata

Feast of the Holy Face 2019 – Act of Consecration — Illumina Domine Blog – Devotion to The Holy Face

“Christ’s response, “Whoever has seen me, has seen the Father, lead us into the heart of Christological faith.”–Pope Benedict XVI Jesus Christ the Alpha and the Omega The Ace of Consecration to the Holy Face of Jesus O Lord Jesus, we believe most firmly in You, we love You. You are the Eternal Son of […]

via Feast of the Holy Face 2019 – Act of Consecration — Illumina Domine Blog – Devotion to The Holy Face

The Fanatic

As a young struggling musician, I couldn’t afford to pull rabbits out of my hat, so I settled for a deranged chicken. 



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Because I considered image very important I even got a cool theme song, Spinal Tap’s ‘Stonehenge’.   That’s when the hep kids really started following me around, going to all my shows.   



Soon I allowed it to go to my head.   I was working day and night, traveling all around the world, just to make sure I could keep everyone happy and become and even bigger living legend.  I completely ate, drank, and slept magic. 



I had no time for socializing, and my diet was horrible.  All seemed so bleak when the joy inevitably deserted me.  Eventually I remembered an old friend’s having told me about a hidden box, in which I could find joy and happiness.  Enchanted with the idea of it all, I scoured the world day and night in search of it.



People accused me of being ridiculous for taking such a gamble but I knew better.  “I’m a good egg”, I thought. 

easter-3123834_960_720“I’m way beyond too smart to run the risk of losing my marbles over something like this.”

marbles-1659398_960_720“One way or another,” I assumed, “I’ll find it.”  It became such an absolute obsession that I even caught myself peppering my sentences with unnecessary references to it.


“Ha! Ha!” I exclaimed triumphantly, “If anyone presumes to doubt my ability to accomplish what I’m after, I shall sock it to him but good!”


socks-3981234_960_720“I finally found the box, next to two counterfeits.”

christmas-present-2178635_960_720It was only a few hundred yards away from the bathroom of a hotel I was staying in.

roll-1239214_960_720“O for Joy! For Joy!” I intoned.  “At last I shall be at peace.”  With great joy and anticipation I


proceeded to open the enigmatic box.


Here’s my second attempt at Rory’s Oh Prompt Me Do .

I Speak Proper English

Bad English is one of those things I just can’t handle.   People so often confuse ‘too’, ‘to’, and ‘two’; ‘your’ and ‘you’re’; ‘their’, there’, and ‘they’re.  Of course besides that there are the ideologues who foist inclusive language on us.  To all attempts at messing with communication I always say ‘Anathema sit.’



Here we are at Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt #99 .

The Friday 56 ~Willa Cather’s ‘My Antonia’

Friday 56

The Friday 56 is a weekly meme hosted over at Freda’s Voice. The rules are simple and go something like this.

1.  Grab a book, any book.
2.  Turn to page 56 or 56% in your eReader (If you have to improvise, that’s ok.)
3.  Find any sentence, (or a few, just don’t spoil it)
4.  Post it.
5.  Add the post url, not your blog url to the Linky.
6. Tweet it #Friday56 (not an official Freda’s Voice rule)


After he had shown us his garden, Peter trundled a load of watermelons up the hill in his wheelbarrow. Pavel was not at home.  He was off somewhere helping to dig a well.


The above passage is from Willa Cather’s ‘My Antonia.’   This is my first time at Freda’s Voice.

Damn! I Thought He Was Dead!!

It’s a quiet day in 1998.  I walk over to the local Long Island Railroad station on Hoffman Avenue in Lindenhurst  and purchase a ticket to Manhattan’s Central Park.  Having always been such an exceptionally big fan of John Lennon over the years, I really wanted to see, at least once, Strawberry Fields.   



At the Jamaica station, three distinguished looking gentlemen, in their fifties, board the train.  I can’t see them well because each is wearing a fedora with the brim turned down.



Finally we arrive at Central Park.  I get off, along with the three strangers.   Somehow they cajole me into accompanying  them on some insane cab ride through the very worst of neighborhoods.



None’s very talkative during the course of the long, confusing ride.   All anyone says for around a half hour of confusion is “Trust us, you’ll have such a nice time.”



At last we walked toward some horrible looking hell hole.  Somehow I must have been so confused I simply couldn’t even come up with the presence of mind to be  the least bit afraid of these characters, or the insane environment.



“Promise us only one thing, mate,” one of them insisted.  You’ll have to promise us you won’t ever breathe a word of this to anyone, no matter what!”



Stunned, I reticently agreed.  Each of them finally pulled off his hat.  There stood Paul McCartney, George Harrison, and Ringo Starr.



“Johnny!” McCartney blurted out.  “Are you ready?”



In yet another bout of wishful thinking I got the idea to take advantage of A Guy Called Bloke….’s/Rory’s Oh Prompt Me Do!!

(You know I prompt you. I’ll always be true?) by turning it into yet another excuse to imagine my having been able to Meet the Beatles (those who are in the know will surely be quite able to get the reference).



Please join us here ~:   Oh Prompt Me Do!!