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Head high shoulders straight,
Undressed and confess;
I messed-Up.
Thinking I would become good enough
To get paid for jocking the box,
Like my idol Frankie Crocker.
I am a loser sexagenarian;
Cannot even score
A female soul-mate
As planned with Inna in 2012 and before..

I fucked-up,
Chose the wrong path.
Higher educated and lower paid;
Can’t even seem to get laid!
The whole town of my college friends,
Is laughing at me.

“Dumbass! Shoulda got a REAL job!”

Now I am impoverished only child
Dependent upon maybe a lottery hit –
Or crowdfunding success.

I’ve disheartened desired
Ukraineskee number three.
First there was Inna,
Who found and funded me passport
I did not ask that favor!
She gave me hope like no other.

Then Tanya and Ala simultaneously;
I tried to replace her with.
More Tanya than Ala since 2015.
So (tak)I am fessing -up.

It is 2019 now.
Tanya created an excuse,
That her son was,
Troubled at the University in Kiev,
She had to travel to him;
Many miles in Ukraine to support!
Blowing-off her job,’
So she said;
That was three months ago.

Ala has written fewer letters
Via the dating site “Beauties…”
I am a Mickey Mouse loser;
Today she let me know,
She no longer believes also.
Inna said that too after waiting long too.
And Ala told she wants a baby –
Too for that shit, Heh.

I don’t blame them at all;
Why? I cry!! Real tears!
I am a contemporary American pauper cat.
Higher educated and less wealthy;
Current government and tech policies guarantee,
A failure relying upon a net of safety.

What gorgeous international lady,
That of my seven-year plan;
Wants to be strung-along,
In the lax company
Of a dreamer via internet,
Without any tangible gifts?

Who can latch onto,
The photo of a cool-looking
Long-distance guy,
Who seems to rent and never own?
Sounds so full of baloney I agree.
Now I’m in a new town
Trying again to throw-down,
Yet who knows how long I have to live.
A Baby Boomer representing all we are blessed to give.

I fucked-up all-in-all;
Wasted a university degree.
Nyet,”see-chas” I’m The Wandering Person,
Always making decisions to stay free.

Belonging punished to selfishly croon;
Unsatisfactorily home and alone;
With allergies killing me sans air conditioning!
Need to move and build my own space,
And will do it to it;
When and if my magic numbers from the Great Spirit grace.

[I’m breaking format here to post a music review on this blog because you are getting a 2-for-1, as I posted the companion to this album on my musik-ONLY blog a couple of days ago]

April 21, 2019, Richmond, Virginia – I just met the star singer of “Mississippi Hippie Blues” and her husband in an Airbnb Inn kitchen! By the time we parted company a few days later, she gave me her CDs to check out. While still trying to figure this new area out; (will I stay? but I must chsange something…) I decide to write about her Rochelle Harper Band, “We’re Stayin’, Ya Hear!!” (2007) that I listened to while traveling up and down I-95, house-hunting.

I leave the room after hitting “play” every time because I know she’s gonna yell, “MISS-ISSIPPEEEEE!!!” at the top of her ample lungs,(and it really irks me) beginning (the Shed Song) of this album. It shocked me the first time, as I like to listen to musik loud. Maybe it is her native area rallying cry; I either skip it or turn it down for a second.

Track two, “The Blugill”, reminds me of the 1970s band, Tower of Power with Lenny Williams, in many ways! I hear a lovely baritone sax in this collection! Any band featuring a baritone is #1 with me! The brass and woodwinds reminds me of the legendary Memphis Horns. The drummer, I am guessing, the same one from her solo album, Blair Shotts, is crisp and Motown-accurate! They cover Hoagy Carmichael’s “Georgia” on cut four, doing their just respect to the classic.

“Spare Set Of Keys”, song number seven , features Ricky Chancy on that Nashville honk-tonk harmonica from the outset. It must be the sea-air flava of one of those Gulf Coast “boogie-woogie” party events that Rochelle described to me when we met at the Airbnb Inn.

Slowly, easily, I heart cut 10, “Your Woman”, one of my favorites of the two CDs they gave me. Understand that the guitar hook partially makes it happen. “I’ve got to be/If I’m not your wo-mon…” [organ out]

Then, if you wanted to hit “repeat”, don’t! The next song, “I dun Caught dem Blues” does it one better – or at least stays in the same pocket. Catching you with a time-tested guitar solo over soulful blues strut, it comes back-to-back with the guitars highlighting Rochelle’s musical mouthfuls in the midst of a big-time bluesy organ fantasy foundation for their solos. This one is, as a straight long-distance drive in the interstate, a groove that could go on forever.

Curiously, track twelve….”Amazing Grace” is not what its title suggests, and sounds very much like a cover of The Animals’ “House Of The Rising Sun” with different words. Indeed, the inner cover jacket (shown in the video below) denotes that its about a Rising SON. Whose?

The Rochelle Harper Band has pure potential for live performances, for sure. She says “the daddy [she] hardly knew inspired” her to shoot for the highest of heights and also that, sadly, one of the members died recently. A succinct aggregation of sounds that transcend musical moods and categories, with her as catalyst, is an intergalactic formula. One minute they are funky and the next rockin’ soulful country blues, with the energy of a Marvel action movie!

All-in-all, you will hear entertaining music with crisp and clear studio production (until she yells again, lol). How about some new stuff, y’all?
“One Mississippi…two Mississippi…Three Mississippi” peace signs, out of five.

***PickHit: check out my review of Rochelle’s solo album here https://achilliadsmyvinylrecordshoppe.wordpress.com/2019/05/14/a-real-rochelle-rochelle-musical/

OR…over at my satellite, musik-ONLY blog, “achilliadsmyvinylrecordshoppe” (link in the side bar to the right)

Dear Diary, THIS may be my shortest blog post ever, because “a picture is worth a thousand words” really applies here.

One reason I like to bar hop is because it is my kind of socialization communication which enables me to meet a variety of people while blowing their minds with my “non-stereotypedness” (I might have created that word, lol).

Sadly, I am still a lonely, “Choosey Lover” [Isley Brothers song] bachelor and mostly by myself when I go out – but that is a whole other post. On the plus side however, my hideous lifestyle allows me to observe couples like an Allen Funt candid camera, on-location when I am out and about briefly.

Relocating to a new city, one of the best ways to find a home is to cruise some pubs and bars, where you can network with the locals.

So, I am at an historic pub, named after one of my American Revolutionary war heroes, when a couple snuggles in behind me. I offer to “move-over” so they can have more space, but they said, “that’s aright” and went to the cozy-corner….so I stayed put. Casual convo ensues and then we mind our own.

The photo below photo says it all about how the “smart” telephone device has changed the way humans connect with each other nowadays – and not for the better! Eye contact between a man and a woman on a romantic date is like the “beam me up Scotty” of the dating game. It is what makes your “nature” rise.

Minutes later I glance over at them, in the corner of the famous, cozy bar to see them doing this:

Are they texting each-other from inches away? If not, who are they talking to? Their "exes in Texas"?

A month or so ago, while returning some DVDS to my local library around 3pm, I noticed a circle of five young people, backpacks firmly shouldered; boys and girls, of maybe ninth-grade level. They were huddled; none looking at nor talking much to each-other, necks craned slightly forward/downward (you’ve seen it) and all looking at their “smart” phones.

This is sad, not "awesome" and needs to be corrected by education. Do these people not have parents from the pre-internet era? Probably not, but can change anyway, with effort and less selfishness.
We now must reinforce a culture of non-divorce, for the sake of raising offspring who, while “cable-ready” also embrace Social Studies class to grow with more personally in-tune with other human traditional communication methods.

**Pickkhitt: Nope, not my shortest post; guess it pissed me off into a rant. Cheers.

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