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parishilton2Photo post. “Hell-OOOO, Dolly” Speaks to the Sad state of my sex and love life, but this is more “tatas” than I have seen since 2013! lol Thank you for posting this. The closest to “Paris-dise” I have ever been… Heh

“Blond, shapely, sculptured sublime sweet softness,
Everything I always desired since I was a boy.
Yes, I always “liked white girls”,
If that is the simple American way you want to put it;
Yet is more than that.
It is Asian, Caucasian, Slavic, Eurpoean;
It is culture,
Not a female vulture.
Nipples erect yet sweet as berries
I yearn to climb this grapevine.
When I finally attract a loyal one of my own.
It is the best quest for me.
Keeps me alive succinctly.
For to be facing the beauty above,
Money notrwithstanding,
I want to wake up with those twins.
Would be like being in Parisdise!”

…To Be continued…because I CAN and am a Man.

Source: Freezing My Frame ®

My degree from the University is in English and Communication. I am a bit of a “wordsmith” in the tradition of the late William Safire, who penned the “On Language” column in the Sunday New York Times magazine.
Not a snob by any means, certain trends or linguistic fads get my Capricorn “goat”.

Recently, and I mean that I didn’t notice this until this year, 2015, I feel it disengenuous when I hear “Thank you SO much.” It is almost like the person saying that is almost hoping that the receiver will accept what they know is a knee-jerk bullshit common statement! soo

When I was raised, everybody said a version of “Thank you VERY much!”, if they had to go beyond just “Thank you.”

So when did this battle of the adverb/adjective, “very” versus the multifunctional “so” begin? My answer is when the laziness created by cell phones and other personal devices that have cause lowered educational standerds began: the advent of the “information superhighway” begat by techno inventions.

Sad to think that if most people are left to their own devices, they will take the easy way out, turn their brains mostly off and do the wrong thing like texting or paying too much attention to their telephone while driving.

This is all part of the reason that “Thank you VERY much!” is so much better than the lazy and lame, “SO much” we hear these days. I even heard an MSNBC TV news female anchor use it when receiving the toss back from a reporter the other day. I almost became nauseous.

For you, my reader, who was not an English major in college and do not understand what all the fuss is about, I will now define according to
“In verbal and written English, the word “so” has multiple functions. It can act as an adverb, a conjunction, a pronoun, an adjective, or an interjection depending on the context.”

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While “like many words in the English language, the word ”very” also serves a double function. It can be used as an adverb or an adjective depending on the context.”

The solution could be to combine the two as in this version of the British “Keep Calm and Carry On” series: download
Yet, I want to see “so” deleted from the modern appreciation lexicpon altogether! Its slang leanings are fake and lame, rolling off the tongues of (mostly) female hipsters with captious intentions.
Listen, now that I have brought this to your attention and according to your generation (or if you even care), please analyse the preference. Most of we Baby Boomers will agree with me and/or go “Oh Wow! I’d heard that trend but not really paid any attention to it – it did sound kind of weird…” lol Other younguns might find this column superflous or even dumb. And that last part is what I am getting at: the dumbing-down of our society and in this case, lingustic culture and traditions for the worse. Now, for a little musical punctuation for my points above:

“Thank you so much is becoming way over used and doesn’t come off as genuine anymore. It’s almost as if everyone were hypnotized into saying Thank you so much instead of the good old Thanks a lot.”

Thank you very, very much for your comments!

I thought this was “settled”!  Then came a lull and apparently Uncle Sam allowed too many colored immigrants to become “citizens” without qualifying them as to the history of how American Blacks fought to overcome segregation and conduct ourselves correctly while raising our kin to do likewise. The police are not our enemies – this is not the 1960s!  So to you newbiees, Cocoanuts from the Caribbean and you from wherever you are who is reading this post, I ask, “If you had a choice of skin colors, which one would YOU choose?”

I remember when this song came out and WWRL AM 1600 in New York City (Woodside, to be exact) played it.  It was a cause célèbre because the late Curtis Mayfield and The Impressions had, once again, articulated an argument musically that was going on at the time.

Therefore, it amazes me that it is still a source of American political and social illness here in 2015!

Yet I know why: I am like Curtis Mayfield and The Impressions in that we are Black Americans; descendants of slaves on this continent who came up via the American south lands and whose parents ultimately and after the American Civil War into the beginning of the twentieth century, migrated northward on the east coast. Over time in the mid-to-late twentieth century, “the man” [angry white man establishment who still did not want to embrace us, who were never any threat to the slave master] allowed a whole influx of similar looking people from Caribbean and continental Africa into the continental USA, who have no clue as to the struggle or gains we made and that Curtis Mayfield and The Impressions sang their song unto.

Major Props to Mr. Andrew Young, who is seen and heard in the above video.  He was one of the late and great Reverend Dr. Martin Luther King’s right-hand men!

With just a little bit more education and love for our nation would make for a better world for you and for me.”

Please choose your choice of skin colors in the “comments” below – and I will tell you mine that I told my parents waay back in the 1960s when I was a litlle boy!

ALL lives matter.

Wistful Thinking


Yeah, indeed this tune wedgie just came to haunt me as if she really called or emailed me a “letter”…You have heard this one before, right? It is a classic “tune wedgie” from The Box Tops!

Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
I don’t care how much money I gotta spend
Got to get back to baby again
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
Well, she wrote me a letter
Said she couldn’t live without me no more
Listen mister, can’t you see I got to get back
To my baby once-a more
Anyway, yeah!
Gimme a ticket for an aeroplane
Ain’t got time to take a fast train
Lonely days are gone, I’m a-goin’ home
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter
My baby, just-a wrote me a letter

As soon as I saw these roadside posters, I wanted to attend this show!  I haven’t heard from or of Billy Ocean since the late 1980s with anything new and of course his hits lasted all through the 1990s when I was still gigging as a DJ in clubs and bars.  His first hit, “Nights (Feel Like Getting Down)”, is one of the great dancefloor-filler of all times, that the late Frankie Crocker used to play again and again and…a-gain on WBLS FM during one of its several heyday peaks in 1981. IMG_0435

IMG_0436 Of course, his baadest jam, and one twelve-inch vinyl I still own is “Carribean Queen”, a song that often haunts me and wedges itself into my sleep and at other inapporpriate moments.  Proving its timelessness is still in full effect.  Check out how Billy looks nowadays! lolI dig the “wig” [I know it is his hair and still has gthat big smile.  Kool, ‘Mon… lol

Michael Bolton, on the other hand, is a fixture of my career as a Top 40/CHR (mostly on overnights where I liked  the novelty of being the only black Brotha, lol) radio personality, where I spun his early hits in the 1980!

But this post isn’t all about me, as this concert I really wanted to see – but didn’t. Summer rain showers threatened that Sunday at the end of June and therefore, to this former neighborhood near where I grew-up, I did not swoon.

Only to learn weeks later (and with those posters still hanging and reminding me at the side of the road) that the show had gone on despite the “chance of thunderstorms”, which were in the area that evening.

On to the videos!  Thank you for reading and please leave a comment!  Cheers!

Next in-line:

Both these cats are lookin’ and soundin’ Great in-time and space!  Bravo!

And now my favorite “Carribean Queen” video for dessert…Come away with me!  MmMmmmm, Good…Safe(?)…Travels.

I believe that,

Too many undesirable immigrants have come!

Look at what happened as,

In many big USA cities,

We look like a third world country.

Ever since I played this Neil Diamond song

On the radio in the early 1980s.

Too many I say because

Theses newbies do not assimilate

Why we are and who from,

America is independent!

I would be an isolationist President.

No today’s settlers only seek to rape;

Our storied culture instead of learning

Sending back to their poor country,

Money here they are earning.

Not wanting to be true “Americans”.

Shamefully we let them do this after nine-eleven,

Running scared instead of doing

A Harry Truman-like,

Enola Gay blast versus our enimies.

Wiping the asswipes from threatening us.

“Today”, Neil sings and yet

This  4th of July holiday,

We, our government has done little to

Annihilate the constant threat

That undid the life I was promised by

Our parents after World War II.

Now down is up,

Up is down and America,

Who once historically

Separated from overbearing British England

Is now seen by many

As a nation of clowns.

 a child of one’s uncle or aunt;  person belonging to the same extended family; a thing related or analogous to another.

My parents let me know they are kin;

When we were little boys and girls,

At family gatherings played together again.

The more “ants” and uncles you had

The more cousins you had to play with!

Mine was Thelma and I was jealous when she married.

It was very cool since I was an only child.

Away from under the nose of my two controlling parents.

As uncles and aunts died-off

Spread across the states,

Increasingly less contact over decades with them

Less and less meaningful relationships

As they married or we had our careers.

Cousins are cool when you are young,

They are non-assisting adults in my experience as we age.

I only reconnected via LinkedIN with one who was similar to me,

Recently and only one year older than I;

A judicial magistrate who I played ball with in 1969!

Only to hear that he just died a couple months thereafter!

Cousins with reality checks, is what they are good for.

I never hear from or about most of them,

Save from my thankfully still alive Mum.

Cousins are like a phantom family member and war;

Past parental fun and we had to be around so why not?

Yet as a child of one’s uncle or aunt,

I tried to check-in with an older cousin guy I admired;

Mum encouraged me to do so but,

We have nyet in-common!

He is a stick-in-the-mud snob.

At the end of my day,

What are they really good for?


It eta no surprise to me
Many southerners in the USA
Still “fight” the American civil war philosophically.
I was called a “Yankee” often when I lived in Nashville;
Didn’t take it personally;
There is a baseball team they may mean. 1390943-american_civil_war6

Southern traditional Christian churchers killed by a BOY.
They watch TV cover the worst ad-nausea,
Copy/act upon misconceptions
No home training to enable common sense.
Today’s media “news directors” cover the worst man has to offer
Where is the good news balance?

As a veteran Black American, I understand both sides.
One is steeped in southern comfort confederacy,
The other having overcome except
Government allowed influx of similar beings;
Meanwhile were not educated to get the memo.

One state still flies the “crossed stars”.
This kid learns distorted history with rednecks in bars
Copycat actors and corporate deceptive news race card protractors,
Keeping the poison flowing in the (un) United race States;
“They reinforce it at the dinner table”,
My dad would always say. american-civil-war

Government-encouraged family decapitation;
Beheaded family now causes poor deportment repetition.
As too many again watch TV cover a sad example.
Of American multicultural mismanagement;
Yet another racial worldwide national embarrassment.
Upon their first brown-skinned President’s watch.

In my insanely contemporary musical Disc jockey mind, this “tune wedgie” appears most mornings while I try to make breakfast, wake-up and convince myself that I have a purpose in life to move on towards. Yes, it is lonely like that unless I am strengthened via prayer.

The lyric, “Its me that’s missing your love, and I….” repeats most often.

You are listening to vintage Al Green from 1973 “Call Me” album, with a song of unrequited yet reciprocal love that endures because every day the dawn will happen with a renewed chance for healing romance. I always appreciated how during his vamp-to-fade, he listed his previous, at that time, hit song’s names, lol.

This light-listen and “B-side” selection garnered major market airplay and herein is dedicated sometimes to the Ukrainian lady I thought I’d be married to by now, Inna-Nina. I blame myself for not being able to raise enough money to import her to the USA ahead of the Russian intervention and her mother’s cancer diagnosis in the spring of 2014.
This is likely the sad climax conclusion for “Cafe` Skype” because something is amiss. I will put it point-blank: If you are my girlfriend or fiancee` and my elderly mother or father becomes ill, I will not push you away or go to a mental clinic for a “breakdown”. To the contrary, I would need you more to lean upon through troubled times – even if five thousand kilometers away via a five year relationship as difficult as that may be – or if it honestly will not work anymore and I have a person in the same area of the opposite sex (maybe a past schoolmate) who fulfills that role, I would tell you. Or maybe that’s just me.
Here is when needs begin to challenge that I am a loyal, faithful man.
Murphy’s law seems to stalk my female companionship quest…

Tell me what should I do in your comments, please

Attic-A City


Spiders might be about
My extremities may have gout
Creepy crawlers may be neigh
They are invisible to my eye
As I chill in the darkness to on line music
Upstairs as my ninety year old mum sleeps below
I have at it in the attic of my youth.
Saturday night on holiday weekend
I sip silent brandy and pen
Above the too quiet din
Smirking at the mental plan I have to win.
Wooden rafters all around
Insulation non asbestos abounds
Ventilation wired as to prevent squirrel intrusion
My hideaway is a real illusion.
Thanks to a private entrance
Am free to go and come,
Not to disturbing the sleeping Mum.
Conditioner necessary to move the rare air
Ancient splinter wood under foot
Formerly a linen closet was the only access up to up here.
Now my temporary domain is clear!
Converted to a non-allergic place
Observant of the street I was raised upon
Confined in miserably crowded disgraceful times!
Dare to compare as current third world-like disgrace.

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