Category: Tune Wedgies


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.

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

bros

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.

Jimmy-Ruffin

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

“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!”

At first, 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!! (not) I figured it out and turned 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:

**SURESHOTT: August 8, 2017 Charleston, SC: I just found out Mr. Campbell passed. I attach my favorite, full orchestra version of “Lineman” as tribute, with a tear when I hear him say, “And I’m doin’ fine…” I loved his music as a DJ and a Fan. Sleep In Peace, my friend. Never again to be “short-miked”. (((

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