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I’ll be Here

The chances increase that, now that I am sixty-plus, I might get a condition also and suddenly slip away, or that the war there in your country will take you from me; your mother may pass on and then we will never fulfill our London plus four years promise to see each other again and marry since meeting at Café Skype in 2010. Afraid, yet optimistic – to a point.

When you are Concerned
or when you are in need of reassuring…

I’ll be right beside you
Comfort you will find.

If you need a vacation from war in your country,
Or a loving helpful Long distance love to walk with hand-in-hand

Better for having met you gefore (before).

I’ll be right here for you,

Tell your mother I want to meet her

And to stay strong.

Via your not-so-good written English,

I do not know how long she has!

I am with you even if you cannot see me;
I truly understand.

I’LL BE HERE FOR YOU!

До Свидания.

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Where I work there is not enough street parking,
The company I work for created a small lot,
Which sits next to the concrete one for the executives.
The bed of the worker’s lot is grey gravel stones.

One chilly autumn morning I backed the car in off of the street,
I got out heading to the trunk to retrieve my leather jacket.
That is when something golden and shinny caught my eyes
I was quick to identify it as jewelry.

Surely they were crushed by tires upon all of those stones!
Still attached to the little plastic thing used to display in stores,
On the reverse side was the price tag.
Even this was not too soiled to clean – I did;
Meaning these earrings hadn’t lain there for very long.

I picked them up,
Their shape reminds me of the sign for infinity;
The measure of time I will care for thee.
For now they adorn my office cubicle.
Showing them to some female coworkers,
“Must belong to ‘Beyonce’ “, one said.
She was referring to the rather stuck-up,
Asian-looking, double-breasted receptionist.
She thinks she is “all that” and is not pleasant.

Often praying and I wish you were here.
I could offer these earrings to you just for fun;
You would reject them as not real gold or second-hand.
“Costume jewelry” is the term I always heard mother use;
I believe you would appreciate it is the good thought that counts!

Knowing your ear lobes are not pierced,
I guess I will save them for you anyway.
When I picked them up,
They reminded me in another new way,
Of the past gifts you’ve sent to me;
All of which fit to the “T”,
Even when personally you had not met me!
And how my ears long for the ring of thy voice.

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I remember when Alan Shepard…
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…gave me goosebumps by just being launched up into the place just above earth’s atmosphere and coming back down to splash into the ocean!  I felt the same thrill upon watching the video of America’s newest foray into the “space race”, the lift-off of this massive and futuristic rocket-ship, “Orion” on the morn of December 4th 2014!
I recall school classes being delayed in order for us to watch the launches of Mercury, Gemini, Apollo! President Kennedy prioritized it. Then Nasa got a little careless during the Challenger era and had to take a “chill-pill” for a while. Their budget was cut by Presidents and Congress.
A space launch from Cape Canaveral, Florida was stop-the-presses or even a time-out during our school classes back in the 1960s and 70s! Now, with so much nonsense race-baiting going on here in “the future” I hardly knew one was going on until I went to check my AOL mail account.
It is great to see NASA back with a strong launch success! The on-board camera’s on the Orion vehicle give us a perspective ride that was never possible back in Shepard’s day! Looking back down upon the burnt cloud hole the rocket made upon its ascent and then seeing the blackness of the edge of outer space rekindled the true meaning and scary awesome fascination of space exploration beyond the gravity of our little planet as juxtaposed against the vast universe. That capsule splashdown in the Pacific ocean? It looked like the Apollo module!! Hmmm…
I need not say much more other than, “Come now along for the ride and listen to the cool and confident narration as we now test our space legs towards landing humans on Mars…”

A welcome distraction from the recent oft race-related human nonsense here on the ground, don’t you think? Please tell me your astronautical impressions in the comments section! BraVO, NASA!

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I loved everything about David Ruffin as lead of The Temptations and thereafter when he recorded solo, especially on “My Whole World Ended (The Moment You Left Me)” and the Van McCoy production, “Walk Away From Love”.  I didn’t even connect the vinyl dots to realize that he had an older brother who could sing just as well in his own right until, [ I can’t remember when it was ] one day I acquired and really looked at the label of the 45rpm record, “What becomes Of The Brokenhearted” by Jimmy Ruffin and wondered as I played it, was this guy related to David. Or maybe I had a previous inkling… There was no “Googling” back then to learn instantly the answer, and so I had to rely upon my “ear” for music which heard the similarities of voice that let me know these two singers were related for sure!

I have used Jimmy’s biggest hit to accentuate at least two blogs here at ‘Achilliad‘ since I began to do this in 2009.  One was me crying the blues about some chick that deserted me in love back in, I think, 2008 or nine, the other more recently as a part of a collection of “tune wedgies” that I had get off my (mind) chest.

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But this post, Jimmy, is for YOU. Posthumously, yes, but I was always by your side due to the anthem of unrequited love that you gave us. With tears wanting to well-up behind my eyes, I dedicate this post to you, Jimmy, who, unbeknownst to you because we never met, held my hand many a night whey I really cried over a lost love. If I were the Program Director of a radio station right now, I would play a whole hour of your music, both the familiar and obscure even if I had to play “What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted” back-to-back-to-back-to-back and then some. You were a non-spotlight seeker whose light of class and groundedness belied the showbiz stereotypes. London was a good place for you to be more appreciated – good move to go there, Sir!

Here is one by Jimmy that is really the first time I heard him! It was on Volume 9 of the famous vinyl “Motown Collections Of 16 Original Hits” albums!
Again, the unrequited love theme on, “Don’t You Miss Me A Little Bit Baby”…

I knew you must have been David’s older brother because of the similarities of stature and movement, like that little hand-to-hand move you did with the mic while singing the oft-sampled lyric, “Always moving and goin’ nowhere.” Knowing you are not in the physical world any longer moves me to seriousness with the knowledge that your spirit is singing with the angels as your body rests in musical peace having let me express my many failed love relationships via your wonderful one-hit wonder.

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“What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted”? We just drag along until we have a chance to join the departed.

Jimmy Ruffin: 1937 – 2014

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Early this first week of November, 2014, I received this email from a Realtor friend,
“In Case you didn’t know: Mayor Bill de Blasio signed legislation that will lower the default speed limit in New York City from 30 to 25 miles per hour. Beginning November 7th 2014, the speed limit on all streets will be 25 mph, unless otherwise posted. http://www.nyc.gov/html/visionzero/pages/home/home.html”

My reaction is that it is one of the DUMBEST laws in history, if you take into account that this is “fast-paced New York City”. And yet I understand the “spirit” of the edict must be to slow-down the plethora of wild drivers overall. I learned to drive in NYC and earned my license in 1969.

The succeeding generations after the 1990s have pushed anarchy on the roads to a new HIGH, so I understand the “spirit” of what the Mayor is signing.
Heh, maybe they will let us do “30”mph without a ticket. However, it is also possible that some overly- aggressive NYPD will undoubtedly catch many dolphins in their traffic dragnets. ???????????????????????????????

Instead I suggest a “Stop Sign Means a FULL STOP” campaign. The Mayor could hire me (or not) to do the Public Service Announcements voice-over for radio and TV!! I say that because this generation of drivers (many from other parts of the planet) has NO respect for the Stop Sign. stop-war-sign

My dad owned the now defunct “Jamaica Auto School” back in the day, so I KNOW from what I speak for he who cannot speak anymore.
My concern is that those of us who follow the rules, who are from the black and white TV/beginning of color TV generations and those immediately after will become the dolphins caught in the NYPD’s traffic dragnet. Those of us who know the old rules of “right-of-way” and “no trucks in the left lane”, who speed-up to pass grandpappy who is DWTOT (driving while too old to) will get surprise camera speeding tickets or worse, stopped by today’s uniformed NYPD human lookalikes who then, in the spirit of former Mayor Giuliani take the opportunity to humiliate good, mature adult citizens in the name of reclaiming “stop and frisk” under the guise of exceeding the 25mph limit.

How about ticketing pedestrians who cannot look up from their “stupid phones” and wander out into oncoming traffic?! Or the ones with headphones on under hoodies who wander out in the crosswalk of major borough boulevards at dusk, not looking right or left as I was taught to, almost with impunity that a vehicle will not strike them down them down just because they did not SEE them until the last second as the driver made their left-turn! One of the lessons my Pops taught me while we walked from the subway on Lexington Avenue up to my boyhood “guppie” YMCA swimming lessons was to “look both ways and over your right shoulder for cars, and NEVER trust that the driver would stop!” In other words, never put your life in the hands of a driver whose state of mind you do not KNOW! Mr. DeBlasio, do your homework and go BACK to those lessons if you want to reduce pedestrian incidents and fatalities!

No, this policy is not thoroughly thought-out and will likely produce traffic court gridlock before long, if there are enough of us who know to challenge wrongs in the system still left in the once-great fast-paced “Big Apple” to stand-up against it.

Not that I never drove the streets of NYC aggressively, mind you, but it was always a “controlled assertion”; more like to get out of the way of what I saw developing. Sometimes someone driving too slowly is as bad as one driving too fast! I’ve witnessed these new drivers, in their modern, high-powered Lexus, Camarys, and BMWs (“OMG, the aggressively ignorant attitude that beamer drivers have these days in NYC is moronically morose!) who drive like they think that those drivers in the movies and in car sales commercials on controlled tracks are the way you are supposed to drive around the neighborhood!

And so once again, in true kindergarten or grade school fashion, like when someone stole the teacher’s favorite pen from her desk and would not own-up to it nor accept amnesty as she turned her back to “allow whoever it was to return it”, most of the class of experienced and predominate traffic law-abiding drivers will be punished for the actions of a band of youthful and immature few.
25mph everywhere? Nyet. Drivers over forty years old, please coach yourselves up on how to dispute camera speeding tickets, quickly, fast and in-a-hurry. Look out for more “road rage” stories, lol.
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**PickHit: Most cars with automatic transmission do not even shift into second gear until you go over 25 mph!

** Sureshot: Having to watch-out for speeding cameras (“photo enforced”) adds another driver DISTRACTION, you dummies!

“Whoa, Nellie!” Now here is a ‘TUNE WEDGIE’ that you can help me figure out:
Why does this tune play in my “DJ Mind” even while I am in non-REM sleep or while making my breakfast before going to weekday work? Maybe it is because I am a Baby Boomer and product of being raised in New York City with some of the greatest and legendary terrestrial radio stations of all times?…
Whatever…This song by the Everly Brothers is one of the first hits I ever heard when I discovered radio in the early 1960s.
They were country-influenced rock and roll performers, best known for their steel-string guitar playing harmony sound. Their hottest streak of chart success was between 1957 and 1961, but radio stations played them as “recurrents” well into the 1970s! Even today I can hear, in my musical mind, the likes of DJ Dan Ingram back-announcing “Cathy’s Clown” or any number of the Everly Brother hits with a clever double-entendre. Back then, if you had to classify their music, they called it “Middle-Of-The-Road” or “MOR“.
“Cathy’s Clown” was track #14 on the Everly Brothers album with a bullet!
I always liked their kind-of competitive interplay when they sang; unsure whether they really were “brothers” or even if they liked each other (standing so close to each-other like that) when I saw them on shows like “The Ed Sullivan Show” or “Shindig”!
Come on now, and sing along!

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown

I’ve got to stand tall, you know a man can’t crawl
For when he knows you’re telling lies
And he lets them pass him by
He’s not a man at all

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses, that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown

When you see me shed a tear
And you know that it’s sincere
Don’t you think it’s kind of sad, that you’re treating me so bad?
Or don’t you even care?

Don’t want your love any more
Don’t want your kisses , that’s for sure
I die each time I hear this sound
Here he comes, that’s Cathy’s clown
That’s Cathy’s clown, that’s Cathy’s clown

Well, that’s a wrap for this “Wedgie” and please pray with me now that this tune will not intrude on this night’s sleep. Comments welcome and I will reply when I awaken from my “Dream, Dream, Dreams. Bye-Bye, Love!”

This post just began because I just wanted to add a new tune to my “Tune Wedgie” page this evening. I cannot fathom nor find out how do do this. Therefore, I guess I am a true “Dumbblogstone Cowboy” because I have not a clue how to manage my blog’s rodeo… Hey, WordPress! Help!! I will figure it out or turn this into a positive.
So, somehow within my radio disc jockey mind, songs that I played in the past just come upon me randomly and nowadays I turn them into food for this blog, “Like A Blogstone Cowboy”! , lest I lose my mind! lol

It is just this evening’s tune wedgie du jour as I write this. why? Maybe because Glen Campbell recently came up in conversation by the water cooler at my totally unrelated to music job. A guy wondered was he “still alive?” As a former radio DJ, I assured my co-worker that I had not heard any news of Glen’s demise. It is hard to keep track these days, however.
“Rhinestone Cowboy” is a great song and one which, for whatever reason gins-up into my musical jukebox mind from time-to-time. I was a senior in college radio when this tune was a hit and who knew that I would spend much time in, and come to love Nashville, Tennessee for many reasons that still shine on me.

Now I know what the song inspires in me because it was written for my situation upon the year of my college graduation. It is the aspiration that I always prayed would happen, “Getting cards and letters from people I don’t even know…” In other words, getting discovered for my vocal or DJ talents and hired with a huge money contract. “Like A DJ Cowboy”…I keep believing because indeed, “there has been a load of compromising on the road to my horizon“.

***PICKHIT: After this post first posted, I was reminded by one of my dear college buddies that, indeed, Mr. Campbell is alive, well and suffers from Alzheimer’s. The good news is that, IMO, the MUZIK keeps him “doing fine”, and so I researched and add this video:

Comments Open for your “Dave Chappelle” asses! lol

There once was a radio station slot that was dull,
Too many youngsters were cursing on the air.
The FCC dug the Vandy college campus station null.
Until a community volunteer named Gull
Produced a show named for a bird of the Sea,
That went on to become one that lives
In the WRVU radio hall of fame in infamy.
“Seagulls Over Nashville” was his name.
Conservative and down-home religious was his bent,
When not rocking-out judiciously on the air.

Now on sea-video for the first time,
It is another of his claims to fame,
Since the institution sold its soul and license to NPR
Into shame and meetings about it notwithstanding,
Turning talent out with a boot to the ass;
Faustian caring not about youthful human creativity,
Nor forming terrestrial trusts into perpetuity.
The Gull often squawks, “Not Urgent”
So that we do not take it seriously.

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A co-worker recently commented to me, “Hey man you type fast!” lol I thought and replied, “My Keyboarding class teacher would be happy to heart that!” Then I thought, how far this “hunt and pecker” has traveled with the advent of the PC and now laptop devices…I even can sms pretty good with my too-big fingers for the android.

My seventh or eighth grade keyboarding teacher would be proud to hear this news! So would my father, as much as he berated me for not catching-on quickly to type without looking at my fingers! It was circa 1969 for me…Do you remember your typewriter keyboarding teacher? When I had it she used a ruler to whack our hands into a tighter, faster and possibly more accurate application to the alphabetical keys.
The explosion of computers was not envisioned by our piano, typing or keyboarding instructors – or was it? I investigate to give you succinct history, meanwhile, from personal experience, it was more about being able to type a term paper fast and accurately, or getting a secretarial “receptionist” gig at about the time that men were being accepted as such.
I wish that I had been able to save at least ONE of the several classic typewriters that passed through my writng fingers!

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At least a novelty or conversation piece, I could still, provided I can find a “ribbon” for it, create written content, use “carbon paper” to make a copy of it while imagining practicing what our typing teacher mandated using that huge homework book that we were assigned to copy our tediously repetitive lessons from. woman-typing-007

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At the end of the day, my colleague was correct! I do type faster! lol With props to the old maiden typewritng teacher, my bothersom father who perpetuated pecking proliferation punctuatiting precisely (more importantly) practicing without knowing with growing proficiency by dint of the personal computer, et al which increased the good ole “wpm” (“words- per-minute” for you clueless youngnz) which are not that important anymore, I suppose, unless you apply for a gig which requires a typing test, a la “secretary” or whatever the modern term for that individual is these days. I am SURE that it is taught differently.

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