Spiders might be about
My extremities do not 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
Dare to compare as current third world-like disgrace.
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Spiders might be about
THAT is what my Pops told me when I was around ten years old – and it stuck in my mind. UNfortunately, in today’s post “9/11″ world in the USA, it is much easier for today’s “Da Man” to find reasons to mess with young “minority” men – or any of us. In New York City, the police force seems more like an Army occupying within civilian spaces, ready to pounce.
I want to close my ears to this revisionist history, OMG!
ONE major aspect behind the cause of these recent Baltimore riots in the wake of another so-called Afro-Caribbean American male death in custody after an arrest, is the chickens coming home to roost upon the failed model of the late Senator Daniel Patrick Moynihan and others like Hillary and former President Bill Clinton, who empowered the Child Support State of disengaging and criminalizing thousands of American men while they took away the stigma of illegitimate, out of wedlock child bearing while encouraging women to raise boys without the benefit of stable and enduring marriage and a father in the house. You cannot legislate family togetherness via an uneven playing field that punishes one sex for what is the act of both sexes together! Without a father to command respect at the dinner table, the lessons of the 1968 riots after Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King was assassinated in cities like Newark, New Jersey and Detroit (which never recovered from them), Baltimore and other big towns across the United States were never passed-down to sons. Therefore, we see them repeating the mistakes of that past and tragically, sadly fucking-up their own “hood”. It is obvious to me that those throwing rocks and disrespecting their police force spent too little time in class learning about our collective past in this country. Someone should school them as to the untimeliness of their tantrum – the beginning of tourist season. They cut their own summer job prospects visa v tourism to the Inner Harbor area and more. Dumb asses. It is time to have less “Child Protective Servces” intrusion and more traditional family values and empowerment of two-parent families – if it isn’t too late thanks to the political correctness police and politicians. I can hear the white people who used to live there in Baltimore County saying, “Its a damn shame. See what happens when you let a city get run by the Niggras [or whatever they call Blacks nowadays]?….Damn shame….Uh, Uh, Uh….”
Why have we re-segregated ourselves? The aim of the 1960s American Civil Rights movement was integration ! On this Baltimore, Maryland map below, blacks are to the west, or left and multiculturalness is to the east, or right.
By-the-way, How come white people don’t riot if a white criminal youth is shot by a non-white cop? To me it soo passe` to do it.
**Pickhit: I am troubled by an account that says Freddie Gray asked for an INHALER while in police custody. As an occasional Asthma suffrer, I can relate personally. Law inforcement would rather believe you had an illegal substance than a real congenital affliction even if you cry-out for it that you had in your possession when shit went down!
All of these “protest” rallies agains police are tiresome and misguided IMO (in my opinion). Maybe it is because I hae lived through the “real deal” of this struggle forty years ago and the outcome was that Black Americans finally “overcame” segregation in the USA. Then, the Moynahans and Reagans, upon flawed stereotypical thinking, broke the family unit of those who could least afford to resopnd; no one passed-down the message that my and my parents generation built, even though the population elected a brown-skinned President. It is very telling that this happens on Obama’s watch – he has done little to uplift the image of Black American (like me) and African-Caribbean males during his two terms, unfortunately.
Below is a video of a mother who deserves major props and I hope the “child protective services PC police” do not go after her for doing the right and necessary thing. A father/husband should have been on-camera as well.
Of course “Black Lives Matter”, it is 2015, not 1965 and everybody knows it. My advice is to revise, revisit and repeal those Moynihan “Family First” laws and begin to reunite all families in America again. Your thoughts?
As you may know, the woman I cherish is in and “from” Ukraine. This silly, Putin inspired civil war has delayed our plans to incorporate via marriage internationally. Therefore, I am looking for all avenues to raise funds for men like Vyacheslav and others afflicted because of it. Please join me in donating.
Originally posted on Voices of Ukraine:
Translated and edited by Voices of Ukraine
‘Aidar’ [battalion] fighter Vyacheslav Buynovskyi who became disabled as a result of injuries near the city of Shchastya in Luhansk region, needs help. Volunteers who watch over Vyacheslav turned to the Editor of LB.ua.
“The funds for the prostheses are already being collected. But there is another problem – housing,” says volunteer Anna. Vyacheslav and his mother live in an apartment that is 12.5 sq. meters of residential space in Krolevets, Sumy region. The passage is narrow, a wheelchair will not pass through even in the corridor, nor to the outdoor facilities. It’s hard to imagine how they will continue to live here, I cannot in any way imagine him jumping on one foot to the toilet outside and with his only whole hand holding himself up so as not to fall into the pit, and I also cannot…
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Just in-time for 2015 spring (beat) breaks, here is a cool cabin fever buster! Whether you are a DJ seeking spice for your sets or a “civilian” music lover, these fifty-four minutes of sound has something to give your Mr. Spockish quizzical eyebrow pause to do its thing.
From the first cookin’ bounce of “MIX” [BasicLUX BL9228-6; release date, March 31, 2015 ], I was reuniting with some old friends. I thought to myself, “The Cools have done it again!” James and DeAnna Cool, better known as Madison Park, are now collaborating with a Dutch dance music producer known as Beechcraft for this “MIX”, a well-conceived fourth full-length album CD since I first heard about and reviewed them for www.about.com back in the mid-2000s. It is very difficult to find out any bio on Beechkraft, who is also a Netherlands composer for television and film. Apparently he prefers to remain a bit of an anomaly – I cannot pinpoint exactly what he added to their sound, but suspect it is the upbeat, spirited-cadence of several of these tracks that he is responsible for. If I am incorrect, please educate me in the comments section below. At times, this album has a Pet Shop Boys feel to it – not a bad thing in my musical universe!
Madison Park, as always, features a very clean, sophisticated club music sound stapled by impeccable electronic editing and, of course, DeAnna’s hypnotically soothing lyrics via enchanting, wispy- velvet vocals. Having gone thru the disc multiple times, the first track, “Tonight” is the one I sweat the most. “Warm When I’m Alone” is next on my hot parade – I dig the uptempo groove – as future floor fillers!
In total, “MIX” grooves like a theatrical play or movie soundtrack with various moods and tempo. The cover art features DeAnna as the “I” in Mix, by the way, while the inner seat for the disc has three philosophical sayings for us to ponder.
Since 2002, downtempo duo, Madison Park has continued to produce brilliant music through a turbulent music industry era and are best known to me for their Billboard Dance remake of Roxy Music and in-particular, my favorite song, “More Than This”. Of-note here is their downtempo version of the David Bowie classic, “Let’s Dance”, which I envision as mixable within pancake turner late night chill sets. I think that it, like several other tracks should fade instead of ending cold. A chop ending works well on the acoustic selection, “Words”, track eight, naturally; fades are more disc-jockey-friendly.
From the dream-scape of “Parts of Me” to the bongos heard on “I Am Your Beachbreeze” or a cathedral-house anthem on “Sunrise (Next Level MIX)” and the lite drum & bass treatment of “Every Single Day”, this “MIX” garners a listenable, danceable four-of-five up/downtempo rated touch of house married with Portishead stars, which will cure whatever malaise the winter of 2015 touched you with. Remember…”Itz IN da MIX”.
Pickhitt: James Cool tells me that “Parts of Me” was the first single released in-advance of “MIX” and is in it’s 13th week charting on the World Chill-Lounge Charts at the time of this revu publishing. The video for “MIX” is being shot and edited at the time of this writing and will be available by the end of March, 2015. Then…y’all will see it here (hopefully FIRST!).
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!
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.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for my blog!
Here’s an excerpt:
A New York City subway train holds 1,200 people. This blog was viewed about 5,200 times in 2014. If it were a NYC subway train, it would take about 4 trips to carry that many people.
I remember when Alan Shepard…
…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!
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.
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.
“What Becomes Of The Brokenhearted”? We just drag along until we have a chance to join the departed.
Jimmy Ruffin: 1937 – 2014