"… Larger voices, calling."

"… Larger voices calling."
A tremendous song, boasting phenomenal harmony.
One of the few songs they always played, at high-end, record stores, and music shops that wanted to sell the products. I used to hear this song, as well as Steely Dan, music that could be played loud, and cover up shoddy equipment.
One for the road, "I heard a constant busy signal, when I called you on the phone…"
Jimmy

"Your face, is a Maserati…"

[You have to pretend], "your face is a Maserati…"
Ever since, I broke my nose, I have always approached people, namely females, with the assumption that I was not the best looking guy, in reality, I was never such a person, all of my entire life, but I would approach with nothing to lose, just trying to keep my confidence as high as possible.

Do not get me wrong? I am not the biggest uncle Ted fan? Not even close, I do not like his philosophy in life, nor his political views, but I absolutely acknowledge that he has some great guitar riffs, and a few songs that I enjoy listening to, and have since middle school.

One for the road, "ever since I was a young boy, I played the silver ball…"

Jimmy

"Take the L…"

"Take the L, out of lover, and it's over."

I am exhausted over the discussion of a certain female subject. I really appreciate those who have recently commented, and straightened me out, finally. I am truly ashamed of my pitiful conduct.

I particularly want to thank sidekick. 
I think everyone has their "cross to bear," but they all come in different forms.

One for the road, "Preacher man, don't tell me, heaven is above the earth…"


 Jimmy

Memorial Day– commemoration of sorts

Each person has events planned for the Memorial Day weekend. These may include parades, barbecues, and/or parties. On the most basic level, Americans, should honor the fallen soldiers who have sacrificed their lives for this country.

I myself have a commemoration of sorts, each year, I watch one of my favorite movies of all time, "The Deer Hunter." I have probably seen this movie, about a dozen times. Each time, I have learned something new. I have seen documentaries, interviews, and this movie with commentary from the actors and filmmakers. In short, I consider myself an aficionado, of sorts, about this movie, but in the typical obsessive/compulsive manner I live, I am open to learn more.

I once asked a friend of mine, and a true movie fan, whose knowledge of movies easily trumps mine, whether he had seen the movie in the theaters? He indicated that he had, but has not seen it since. When I asked him, why he has not seen it since? After acknowledging that it was a solid movie, he stated, "why would I want to go through posttraumatic stress again?"

I remember seeing a tribute to Robert DeNiro, where they showed a clip of his famous films, and conducted an interview with him, after each movie. He has so many movies that are fantastic and he commented on each one. When Deer Hunter was discussed, it moved him to tears. He did not say much other than that. I know the movie won an Academy award for: best picture, best director, best supporting actor, but it was a travesty that he did not win for best actor.

Various tidbits from this movie:
1) Christopher Walken – was terrified shooting scenes in the streets in Vietnam.
*I think it was his best role to date, coincidentally, it was his first major role, as far as I am concerned, he should have retired after this film. I think every film he has made, and his "weirdness," is a derivation from this film.
2) Robert De Niro wanted to use more live bullets in the chamber, in the last, "Russian Roulette" scene.
3) Barbara Streisand starred in the film "Coming Home," which was a pretty good movie, but she said she had never heard of the Deer Hunter.

One from the road, "I could be happy, for the rest of my life, with the…"
Jimmy

"… Coming down from the whipping post…"

I have spent the entire day, going through my usual routine of exercise, etc., and I have been running into difficulty, both physically and mentally. I have been having difficulty starting and am wrestling, with a few things. While this is going on, I hear the voice of Greg Allman singing the aforementioned song, and I feel like belting out, "oh Lord, I feel like I'm dying!"

I noticed a response to one of my blogs. The blog was from a couple months ago, or so, and it brought back some issues, not the most pleasant issues, but nonetheless issues. There were some good times with regards to these memories.  I was very pleased that this person responded to my blog and seems to be checking it. I welcome the response, and I am just hoping I get another response. I did not notice this response to my blog, when it was originally posted.

With regards to this song, I love it, but I cannot get into the 18 min. version, with seemingly endless guitar riffs, I prefer the short studio version of songs. But then again, I could barely play my recorder in elementary school, so though I have an appreciation for music, I cannot even play the most basic one. I now regret not playing an instrument, but I guess what is the point, now I could not manipulate any keys, or strings, or anything on an instrument. I can still appreciate nice music, but long riffs are not my "cup of tea."

One for the road, "I might steal your diamonds, but I'll bring you back some gold…"

Jimmy

"You can run, but you can't hide."

My derivative of that quotation is "I cannot run, therefore I cannot hide."
Another expression that is often used is that "if you cannot take the heat, get out of the kitchen."
My answer to this is, "I cannot get out of the kitchen, because the kitchen is too big."

It is approaching that time of the year where I am extremely uncomfortable. The temperature is going to start rising, and though some people marvel with this hot weather, it absolutely makes me especially uncomfortable.

In addition, my air-conditioner is broken, and I must wait for it to be repaired. My idea of Spartan conditions is when I have little air-conditioning, and the temperature rises. As you may have gathered, I am not much of an outdoor person, and I must train myself to get through these conditions.

Once the road, "it is a losing proposition, but one you can't refuse…"

Jimmy

"Cheese grate, his face against the asphalt."

I first heard this expression from a temperamental 18-year-old Italian kid, who lived in my dormitory freshmen year, his room was next to mine. When I first heard this expression, I laughed, as did my immediate classmates who who lived near the corner and the end of the dormitory floor. I am sure that this expression grew old to many, due to his loudness and with the inevitable interruptions, but I laughed each time he exploded. In fairness, those who protested were engineering students who studied all the time, so I can give them a pass. Although one of them was a product of the 60s, he did not make a big deal of the protests, he quietly mentioned it to a few people, it is not as if he carried signs protesting.

To envision literally that expression can be extremely graphic and not funny. However to if taken figuratively, it can be amusing, especially in a small group of friends in which most may be familiar with that expression, and will take it, in an amusing manner. Almost every time I have said it is figuratively, and now it is absolutely figuratively since physically it is impossible to perform for me.

I had one of those days, yesterday when my handicap vehicle/Van would not start. I was in the middle of the grocery store parking lot with my driver, since I no longer drive, there will be another posting, but I segue, she would have to call AAA to service my van. Of course the new battery was drained. While I was I sitting in the car with my mother, bless her heart, who drove me, we went to the grocery store to buy our lunch among other things, I was listening to AM radio. That was enough to drain my already low , super battery. According to a gentleman who knows his stuff, with regards to cars, computers, etc. they even though low power surge like a AM radio, could make the other high draining items, turn on and drain power causing a complete battery drain, and that is all I have to say about that.

I just chalk it up with other instances in my life which falls under/slips into the –UCF – "the Universal Conspiracy Factor." I guess this is my twilight zone of sorts. It is a nebulous part of my life that just cannot be explained, some are small issues, some of the major issues, I guess I think of a musical quote, "… I can't believe this is happening to me." Though I must admit the words are appropriate, but his context and the name of this does not fit. Open however to just by my lyrical readers.

I am sure each and every one of you folks have these type of days, and these sort of issues, most that are small, but I am sure some that are major, I just hope that short of death as a resolution, I hope they all can be resolved.

Sometimes I am tempted to call my doctor, but he has passed away, Jack Kevorkian.

Jimmy

One. For the road – "love lost, such a cost,…"