My daughter absolutely loves some of the music I played when she was little, totally aware that when mom was younger (way younger), the music listening experience was augmented by the company of friends and not much else(that came late...Hey, it was the 60's, OK?)..last week she went to see Hall & Oates...good grief, they are still playing?? well what the heck, the Stones are still at it, going on 50 years (they started in 1962...goodness, Charlie Watts is 68???)...
Anyway, listening to XM radio, i heard this song, which I always thought was beautiful (still do)..
Pretty ballerina
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, No not at all
I called her yesterday,
It should have been tomorrow
I could not keep
The joy that was inside
I begged for her to tell me
If she really loved me
Somewhere a mountain is moving
Afraid its moving without me
I had a date with a pretty ballerina
Her hair so brilliant that it hurt my eyes
I asked her for this dance
And then she obliged me
Was I surprised, yeah
Was I surprised, no not at all
And when I wake on a dreary Sunday morning
I open up my eyes to find there’s rain
And something strange within said,
Go ahead and find her
Just close your eyes, yeah
Just close your eyes and she'll be there
She'll be there...
******
Here i found the Tobacco Road..
golly i remember dancing to this in the gym during homecoming one year..Aww pleasant memories...
Honey rises every week day at 5:30, and starts getting ready for work. Wander to the living room, switch on a lamp and the TV, then wander into the kitchen and start the coffee. That morning there was no difference..same routine.
Meanwhile across the country at 8:34: A third transmission from Flight 11: "nobody move please. We are going back to the airport. Don't try to make any stupid moves."
Coffee brewing, the insipid gurgle and burp of a well used coffee maker... slowly the caffeine laden fluid fills a mug, and honey pushes the pot back into the machine, so it can gurgle out more coffee in a urgent spurt..Honey settles in to enjoy the first mug of the day, and catch a little news, usually CNN. Its now about 5:45 Pacific time, 8:45 AM Eastern
8:44: Flight attendant Amy Sweeney, aboard Flight 11, reports by telephone to Michael Woodward at the American Airlines Flight Services Office in Boston, "Something is wrong. We are in a rapid descent... we are all over the place." A minute later, Woodward asks her to describe what she sees out the window. She responds, "I see the water. I see the buildings. I see buildings..." After a short pause, she reports, "We are flying low. We are flying very, very low. We are flying way too low." Seconds later she says, "Oh my God, we are way too low.” The call ends with a burst of very loud, sustained static.
At 8:46:40: Flight 11 crashes at roughly 490 mph ... into the north face of the North Tower (1 WTC) of the World Trade Center, between floors 93 and 99.
A commercial on debt consolidation is interrupted by Breaking News, and anchor people struggle to explain what has happened (see video)
Honey comes into the bedroom and flips on the light, tells me to get up, planes are crashing into buildings...I lazily roll over and think "what did i just hear?"
I slip on my slippers and wander out to the couch, blearily looking at a horrific picture of the WTC on fire, building I seen once several years ago reflecting the setting sun as i landed in a flight to Newark airport...
8:58: Flight 175 takes a heading toward New York City. At 9:03: Flight 175 crashes at about 590 mph (950 km/h) into the south face of the South Tower (2 WTC) of the World Trade Center, banked between floors 78 and 85.
My cousin, a financial analyst in NYC for training, is slowing descending the stairs of 2 WTC, helping a woman make the climb from floor 70. According to him, they are at floor 50 when the building rocked, not unlike the building he used to work in San Francisco during a earthquake, only accompanied by a loud explosion...
Honey and I and a billion other people see the plane fly into the building on TV
We both called work and neither place knew yet what to do, so honey decides to stay home.. my work demanded i come in right away. The roads going into town are pretty empty for a work day...I worked at the time developing a program for a law enforcement agency, and so i went there..I was met at the door by one of the investigators, clad in his "raid" jacket, armed with a sub machine gun...I fumbled for my ID and he smiles, "Canice, I know who you are" reminding me we had been in a meeting last week. Suddenly a F16 streaked overheard, and I remarked it was a very awful day, and he nodded, opening the door for me. It is nearly 7 AM, 10 AM in the east.
The deputy chief of the agency walks up to me as we stare at a TV they have in the conference room, pats me on the shoulder as I and a few others are crying and tells me that if I want he can have an office take me home, but i insist i am OK and leave...and then proceed to cry for a few minutes alone in my car...I drive by the local airport on my way home, and realize how weird it is to NOT see planes taking off and landing..At home, honey has declares if the president calls up anyone that's able, he would go, where ever, to kill the sons of bitches that did this...a few days late I find out my cousin had been in NY, and was now on his way home.
I am taking a break from maintaining my Mulitply page...other social applications are taking so much time that Multiply has become a distant 3rd
I will be back, but I am thinking i will no longer focus so much on politics, economics and such, since the other apps I am using seem to also be in that vein... I actually would delete this site except I have so many blogs here and i want to maintain those...and likely enough another application will come along that will interest me more than this, and i will move my blogs there..I know this is a boring blog, but I am writing it mostly for me now.
Amid his revelation of unreported income, the Washington Post is calling for New York Congressman Charlie Rangel to step down as chairman of the House Ways and Means Committee. In an editorial in today's edition, the paper calls Rangel's amended disclosure form a “treasure trove of outrage." Newly-filed disclosures show that Rangel failed to report at least half a million dollars in assets in 2007, perhaps a total of over $1,000,000 during the periods 2002-2006. The paper says, "much more is expected and demanded of those entrusted with chairmanships and the power that comes with them, especially when it involves the nation's purse strings
Rangel heads the powerful House Ways and Means Committee which writes the nation’s tax laws and has major influence over the national budget
The Republican party does in fact have some ideas that probably would help get Obama's health Care package thru as a bi-partisan bill..question is, will the Democratic Party step up?
I was just sitting here in my Lazboy, and listening to music...something i do when really want to relax and think about stuff...and I started looking for one song and then another, and eventually ended up with Carmelita as sung by Linda Ronstadt. I too note it was written by Warren Zevon, whom i had listen to many years ago, and it dawned on me this was the month he passed away. For those that don't know, here is what WikiPedia says:
"Warren William Zevon (January 24, 1947 – September 7, 2003) was an American rocksinger-songwriter and musician noted for including his strange, sardonic opinions of life in his musical lyrics, composing songs that were sometimes humorous and often had political or historical themes.
Although his was a cult success, Zevon's work has often been complimented by well-known musicians. His best-known compositions include "Werewolves of London", "Lawyers, Guns and Money", "Roland the Headless Thompson Gunner" and "Johnny Strikes Up The Band", all of which are featured on his 1978 release, Excitable Boy. Other well known Zevon songs include "Accidentally Like a Martyr", "Mutineer" and "Mohammed's Radio".
