Fortune Cookie Blog (referee’s whistle)

 

While playing in life’s big game, each of us must make
sure that what drives us downfield toward the goal post
never involves unsportsmanlike conduct, worthy of the
referee’s tweeted whistle and tossed yellow penalty flag.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Fortune Cookie Blog (conscience)

 

As we walk through life each day, we must tread gently. It is
wise to thoughtfully and honestly answer this key question –
Are my words and deeds helping or harming anybody else?

 

 

 

 

 

 

Lazy Sunday (yawwwnnn) ~ Sunday Song Series

 

Would it be lazy for me just to say?

• I don’t know about you, folks, but I’m feeling lazy this Sunday…

Would it be lazy for me just to say?

• !t’s now Week #53 of our Sunday Song Series…

Would it be lazy for me just to say?

• Check out the Small Faces performing Lazy Sunday…

Would it be lazy for me just to say?

• See ya back here 7 days from now for our next Sunday Song!

YEP! Till then, I’ll be working on waking up my normally great work ethic!

 

 

 

 

 

September Songs

One of my most cherished, technically challenging, recording studio projects, ever, transpired on this very day in 2002. I owed my project’s success, in part, to being under the creative influence of…

Jose Feliciano: 8-time Grammy Award winner / musician / singer / composer
Sir George Martin: record producer / trailblazing, recording studio wizard / 5th Beatle
Mike O’Brien: DJ / poet / critical thinker (wellknown to Michigan’s 60s Era hippies)

To tell you my story, I need to tell you their stories…

Mike O’Brien had worked in an era where FM jocks were free to program their own music… free to speak their own minds, too. Both his musical and ideological tastes were frequently in tune with my own. Unbeknownst to him, he’d even played a minor role in my choosing broadcast arts as my college major.

He worked the 6 to 9 p.m., M-F gig and, along about 8:55 each night, concluded his broadcasts by playing two Jose Feliciano covers of Lennon / McCartney compositions… the instrumental Here, There and Everywhere [HTE] followed by the vocal In My Life [IML] (both of these tracks culled from the same album… titled Feliciano!).

His DJ MO: With HTE faded low, he’d [1] open up the talk-over mic to deliver his heartfelt, spoken interpretation of IML’s lyrics, [2] wish his listeners a goodnight, and [3] cross-fade / segue to track, fully, thru IML. In time… for reasons unknown… he stopped playing HTE. Perhaps he’d accidentally damaged / rendered un-listenable one of the record library’s, vinyl album copies?

Within two years… again, for reasons unknown… on a late September, Friday evening, O’Brien aired his farewell broadcast. Fortuitously, I had my monaural Sony TC-100 tape recorder rolling… a device (about the size of a Classic Star Trek tricorder) that boasted a fairly respectable frequency range of 50 – 10,000 hertz. Not bad, considering the snail’s pace tape speed of  4.7625 centimeters per second / 1.875 inches per second! Additionally, since I had also purchased that era’s state-of-the-art, Scotch brand, blank cassettes, I was assured sound quality par excellence.

Fast forwarding to 1995… with my own vinyl copy of Feliciano! now stylus damaged / rendered un-listenable, I was thrilled to discover an available CD reissue. However… one OH NO moment did reveal itself during the initial playback. AGAIN…for reasons unknown… reasons that defied all reason… In My Life’s ending had been radically shortened.

It was within that same era that the three surviving Beatles, courtesy of a recording studio, high tech exhumation, had been reunited with their old bandmate, the late John Lennon! How bittersweet that must’ve felt. Although the longtime Beatles producer, George Martin, had not been in charge, undoubtedly, his flair for trailblazing studio wizardry had rubbed off on co-producers Jeff Lynne and JPGR. Their project had resulted in the first new Beatles studio recordings since the band broke up in 1970… namely… Real Love and Free As A Bird. None of this would’ve been possible without Lennon’s home demo cassettes, which, ultimately, breathed new life into his old recordings. All in all, the word extraordinary does come to mind.

Fast forewarding to this day in 2002… It was while reminiscing about those long gone FM radio days of 1970, that it suddenly occurred to me that I possessed all the source material, audio gear and know-how necessary to produce an extraordinary recording of my own. As I brainstormed the procedure, it kinda / sorta felt like I was treading upon Sir George’s hallowed turf.

My Mission: To recreate / restore / enhance the last five minutes of Mike O’Brien’s final broadcast and simultaneously restore the musical measures missing from the Feliciano! CD reissue. The individual parts of the source material could all be played off each other… wind up complementing each other.

My DJ MO: engage my audio mixer to [1] playback the monaural cassette where O’Brien recites the IML poem while mixing in the absent HTE track (at a decibel level he would’ve chosen), [2] wait for O’Brien to cross-fade to IML, [3] at that point, seamlessly cross-fade my synchronized CD copy of IML (to eliminate the FM hiss / static, improve the signal to noise ratio and expand the frequency range), [4] execute a second seamless cross-fade back to the monaural cassette to restore the CD’s missing, song concluding measures and [5] utilize the finished master to burn a CD copy.

My Results: Sound-wise… my sector of the universe was, once more, in balance… everything back in its proper place! There were even a few hints of the very FM hiss / static, which accompanied O’Brien’s last show… so long ago. And somehow, even extraneous noise made it seem all the more real! Project-wise… all in all, the word extraordinary does come to mind.

My wish: For you to hear My Results. However, at present, that wish is not possible to fulfill. Even so… it’s still possible for us to get Jose Feliciano’s cover of In My Life into our lives. Play Back and Enjoy!

 

 

 

Dedicated to Friday the 13th Full Moon Watchers

The last time a Friday the 13th Full Moon was visible within the United States was way back on October the 13th, 2000.

Our musical selection, Santana’s Full Moon, admittedly, doesn’t come anywhere near to playing into the triskaidekaphobic’s trepidation surrounding this somewhat rare, awe inspiring, celestial event… BUT… speaking now as both a professional pragmatist and amateur astronomer (who’s been around for many moons) let me assure everyone… knock on wood… that venturing forth into the great outdoors, to view a Friday the 13th Full Moon, is far, Far, FAR less threatening to our mental / emotional / physical well-being than attending a truly scary, Trump rally from HELL!

Just sayin’…

 

 

 

 

Fortune Cookie Blog (Watch Your Step!)

 

A wise soul once quipped, “If shrinks observed some of our conduct; ill-timed
and out of context; we’d all be declared insane, institutionalized and confined
in padded cells.” If such clinicians monitor our world’s 24/7 security cams, too
zealously, the rubber trees of the Amazon rain forests could easily go extinct!

 

 

 

 

Lit Outta Shuck?

 

In a bygone era, whenever the overpowering stench of tyranny reared its ugly head, normally, the world could depend on a righteous American President to shrewdly, expeditiously deploy the selfless, courageous troops abroad. Indeed, these armed forces would all rush to the rescue and do their utmost to conquer / bring to justice the oppressor(s)… to shine America’s liberating beacon upon the oppressed. But…

What happens when nearly everyone is so close to such stench that they’ve gone noseblind? Would that mean we’re all lit outta shuck? Maybe not. I’d now like to rally those of us, who still have our sense of smell. Let’s try going through the proper channels.

Perhaps, we could talk House Speaker Nancy Pelosi into whipping out her trusty ol’ cell phone to alert the Oval Office Occupant to the problem.

OMG! That’s not gonna happen! That’s mainly because HE IS THE PROBLEM (so sorry for yelling). As such, the fake prez would either gleefully put her on hold or rudely hang up on her.

So, what about ding-donging the old doorbell, to pay a visit to Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell? Might we prevail upon him to… at the very least… attempt an Oval Office intervention? An exorcism? Forget it! Don’t even bother knocking on his noggin because within his “high-rise” / “attic”, there’s nobody home!

So, who to alert next? Ordinarily a call for help could get placed to the go-to superpower nations. However, considering how Xi Jinping despises the U.S.A. (you know that trade war thingy) AND how Vladimir Putin and Little Donny T are… shall we say… ♥♥♥ An Item ♥♥♥AND (take a gasp of fresh air before reading on) seeing how autocrats “Pootie and Pingie” both live to see freedom die in America, anyway…

China and Russia would absolutely have to top off our Do Not Call List.

So… how about building a coalition of nations renown for championing freedom? UH-OH!

After nearly three years of the isolationist Trumpster tearing up treaties and making bitter enemies out of America’s time honored allies, would we not expect former allies to respond to our desperate pleas for help, thusly…

You broke it! You fix it, yourselves!

Well… long sigh… what next? As I roll my eyes skyward… Hey, wait a sec!

SKYWARD! OMG! THAT’S IT! EUREKA! This could very well prove to be America’s last hope for preserving sweet liberty!

Might the very survival of American freedom depend on the good people who staff the SETI Institute, headquartered in Mountain View, California?

They do have the power to send America’s outgoing distress call to the very stars! True, the chances that any benevolent extraterrestrials would even be listening are astronomical. But, seeing how the chances of any benevolent terrestrials listening to us are astronomical, too…

Hey SETI! Let’s give it the old college try. Are you listening? I mean, listening is what you guys do best, right?