This one reminds me of my friend Gary who went to the park near the beach and fed the squirrels every day during Covid closures... Since then, once in a while, on a Sunday afternoon, I head for the park to sit with Gary and the squirrels. When I'm running late, I send him this song... I love old school soul ...
Showing posts with label old school. Show all posts
Showing posts with label old school. Show all posts
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9/17/12
OLD SCHOOL? GOODBYE YOUTUBE STATION?
Musing today.
I've been meaning to delete my personal YOUTUBE station for a while now. One of these days I'm gonna do it. I opened it with a not g-mail account. Now to get into it, I have to open a new g-mail account. How dare they block me from using my old acount just because it's their competitor Yahoo? Is there no GRANDFATHER CLAUSE?
So my station has been sort of, song by song, becoming defunct for a while now and I don't even want it to show on the net. It's been a while since I personally listened to it while I wrote, though it's a lot of songs that that came to mind while simply living life and a few discoveries. The station was mostly for my personal pleasure.
I guess I have to admit that my musical choices are generally OLD SCHOOL. I have a huge inventory of songs remembered. A lot of these songs are "oldies" that I probably first heard on "oldies" radio stations. I did a lot of listening to the radio and was very influenced by friends who actually had the money to buy albums and turned me on to their favorite music when I was in my youth.
I used to collect lyrics as poetry, as story, and that's how I got to be a pre-teen who knew that Jimmy Webb wrote a lot of songs I loved.
I took a song writing class once and was not a natural. Since I love music this was unhappy for me. The teacher had written songs for Elvis and Barry Manilow and well, I thought he was a bit pompous and under impressed with my efforts. Most of the guys in the class were taking it to get laid.
In fact, I have only bad memories of that class, the teacher, and the people in it. It was the first I had a headache that lasted.
I love a good beat, love to hear drummers, and I can appreciate a rhyme as well as a rhythm but the rap phenomena leaped over me the way a fire leaps over the freeway.
Sometimes CDs sound tinny to me. I miss the old stereo with all the knobs to adjust things, the warmth of the plastic, even if it was popping.
Worse, at some point in music history, when there were too many love songs, song writers were striving to write about anything but love, but the songs with heart and emotion, those are the survivors. Maybe that's why I reach back past rap, to the singer-songwriters like the Allman Brothers Band, Neil Young and Led Zeppelin, to Carole King, Carly Simon, Joni Mitchell, and Linda Ronstadt (to name a few).
A generation of Guitar Gods are moving into elderhood, and these people are all my elders, so I'm not of their generation really, but their music is mine.
I've been meaning to delete my personal YOUTUBE station for a while now. One of these days I'm gonna do it. I opened it with a not g-mail account. Now to get into it, I have to open a new g-mail account. How dare they block me from using my old acount just because it's their competitor Yahoo? Is there no GRANDFATHER CLAUSE?
So my station has been sort of, song by song, becoming defunct for a while now and I don't even want it to show on the net. It's been a while since I personally listened to it while I wrote, though it's a lot of songs that that came to mind while simply living life and a few discoveries. The station was mostly for my personal pleasure.
I guess I have to admit that my musical choices are generally OLD SCHOOL. I have a huge inventory of songs remembered. A lot of these songs are "oldies" that I probably first heard on "oldies" radio stations. I did a lot of listening to the radio and was very influenced by friends who actually had the money to buy albums and turned me on to their favorite music when I was in my youth.
I used to collect lyrics as poetry, as story, and that's how I got to be a pre-teen who knew that Jimmy Webb wrote a lot of songs I loved.
I took a song writing class once and was not a natural. Since I love music this was unhappy for me. The teacher had written songs for Elvis and Barry Manilow and well, I thought he was a bit pompous and under impressed with my efforts. Most of the guys in the class were taking it to get laid.
In fact, I have only bad memories of that class, the teacher, and the people in it. It was the first I had a headache that lasted.
I love a good beat, love to hear drummers, and I can appreciate a rhyme as well as a rhythm but the rap phenomena leaped over me the way a fire leaps over the freeway.
Sometimes CDs sound tinny to me. I miss the old stereo with all the knobs to adjust things, the warmth of the plastic, even if it was popping.
Worse, at some point in music history, when there were too many love songs, song writers were striving to write about anything but love, but the songs with heart and emotion, those are the survivors. Maybe that's why I reach back past rap, to the singer-songwriters like the Allman Brothers Band, Neil Young and Led Zeppelin, to Carole King, Carly Simon, Joni Mitchell, and Linda Ronstadt (to name a few).
A generation of Guitar Gods are moving into elderhood, and these people are all my elders, so I'm not of their generation really, but their music is mine.
11/5/10
OLD SCHOOL LIBRARY BOOKS WERE A SECRET METHOD FOR
passing notes back and forth in the 8th grade. Usually these notes were simply silly but sometimes a boy and a girl would pass love notes this way. The note was put into the pocket pasted inside and all the teacher thought was going on was the return to of a library book to the person who it temporarily belonged. Passing notes in library books was especially done in English class. I suppose this was because our teacher went wild on a daily basis and sometimes didn't show up at all. The boys in my class drove her wild with various goof ball antics that proved they/we were not paying attention. I think we made our way through about 3 chapters of the book the entire year. I didn't like English classes.
It was READING that made me want to be a writer myself.
C Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
It was READING that made me want to be a writer myself.
C Christine Trzyna All Rights Reserved including Internet and International Rights
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