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So much has changed in our world / our lives this past year. If the musical selections, which follow, uplift your spirits even half as much as they’ve elevated my own, I will consider my New Year’s Eve, DJ stint a resounding success.
As we will soon eye and ear witness, dozens of our human family, whilst sheltering at home, have virtually assembled to cheer us up. Until the vaccines are available to every member of our global community, it is our responsibility to help save lives / save humanity by following the pandemic protocols set by our world’s finest scientists, epidemiologists and health care professionals; by emulating the exemplary behavior of our featured star quality, musically talented, selfless souls, too.
This DJ’s Rx for 2021 and beyond: Give these inspirational tunes a listen; 1, 2, as many times as necessary. They are sure to be habit forming, but, this will only be in the best way imaginable.
Our trekking and tracking thru the vast realm of Sunday titled songs now finds us at Week #120.
On this final, 2020 Sunday, Ms. Carole King will be performing Pleasant Valley Sunday in the recording studio. And seeing how she also performed this same song, on stage, way back on Week #1 (September 16, 2018), we now find our Sunday Song Series right back where we started.
The temporal bookending of these two videos also round trips our journey home; ends everything on a high note, too!
So, why the travel ban / culmination of this Series?
Because YouTube CEO, Ms. Susan Diane Wojcicki, EITHER of her own volition OR due to her heeding her underlings’ astoundingly bad counsel, has opted to roll out her platform’s red carpet to propaganda minister YouTubers, who are hellbent on flagrantly aiding and abetting Donald J. Trump’s Fascist overthrow of America AND his morphing of 74 million Americans into a psychotic and chaotic cult (many of these brainwashed folks seething with violent intent).
Wojcick has also opted to crowbar in offensive ads, some with over ONE HOUR LONG run times; her sponsors oft as greedy, sleazy, corrupt and egomaniacal as Trump, himself. Yep, all these opportunistic bastards need do is show YouTube the money and she’ll grant them carte blanche to say and do whatever they fucking please.
Granted, YouTube’s wretched ways do not affect how the vids appear on this WordPress site, BUT…
Damn it! I’m the one who needs to audition the clips over at YouTube; i.e., where I have no choice but to slog thru all that Trumpian shit.
And, as a man of good conscience, who dearly loves my homeland and deeply loathes the very political sedition and economic opportunism, which both threaten to burn my homeland down to the ground, I have opted to no longer feature that platform’s content on my site.
Hence, my YouTube boycott will begin, effective January 1, 2021.
Granted… long sigh… in the grand scheme, one man of principle turning his back on YouTube, will not harm them in any way. But, at the very least, I’ll feel better just knowing I took a stand.
Will there be any exceptions to my New Year, new policy?
Well, all video companions to my past posts, inclusive of our Sunday Song Series, will remain archived on this site; filed both in chronological order and by category.
I’d consider featuring new videos were they to prove absolutely essential to preserving life and liberty.
That said, I hope you’ve enjoyed our Sunday Song Series and I thank you all for being such wonderful travel companions.
Alas, our journey will NOT be continuing seven days from now…
Let’s consider the above clip’s supplied, original song lyrics our incentive. We’ll have a good shot at getting our lives back to normal IF we pandemic-proof our holiday parties, NOW; as suggested by my parody, below:
Have yourself a social distanced Christmas A-void Covid’s blight Zoom your parties Keep Corona out of sight
Have yourself a sheltered little Christmas Keep “droplets” at bay At that point Our troubles will be miles away
Here we are in pandemic days Unlike golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Can’t be near to us; no more
Come next Christmas we’ll all be together If vaccines allow Till then stay in tune with public health knowhow And have yourself a sheltered little Christmas now
Here we are in pandemic days Unlike golden days of yore Faithful friends who are dear to us Can’t be near to us; no more
In one year We all will be together When vaccines allow If we hang tough, we’ll get thru this mess, somehow So, have yourself a levelheaded Christmas
Have yourself a social distanced Christmas Have yourself a sheltered little Christmas now
In re The People v. Rudy it’s an open and shut case! Randy presents his closing arguments against Rudy to us, the impaneled ladies and gentlemen of the jury. In the process, Rudy becomes the butt of the joke and we get to laugh our asses off! Following deliberations we rule against Rudy; return our unanimous, guilty as charged verdict.
“U Can’t Touch This”, recorded by MC Hammer / composed by Stanley Burrell, Rick James and Alonzo Miller, provides the musical nucleus, from which two, relatively new to the scene, rapper parodists, SongBird and Quentin J. Lee, hammer home (in the best sense of this phrase) their spot-on op-eds regarding two of 2020’s top, front page news stories. These two clever cover artists, via their clip set-ups, will relate the rest of their stories. Their creds as rappers will be self-evident.
Sticking with the hammer theme for a few more moments…
Songwriters Lee Hays’ and Pete Seeger’s “If I Had A Hammer” provides, yet, one more musical nucleus, from which the late Trini Lopez hammers home (also in the best sense of this phrase), a much needed lyrical appeal for justice, freedom and “the love between my (our) brothers and my (our) sisters… all over this land.”
Had everyone been able to take this vital to humanity’s survival message to heart, oh, say, back in 2016, by now, Hillary Clinton would’ve been applying the polish to her second Inaugural Address to America / the World AND it’s highly unlikely that the twin scourge, of Donny-T and Corona-V, would’ve ever wound up sledgehammering the crap out of Democracy and Humanity.
Our RIP wishes to Mr. Lopez, 83, who succumbed from complications of COVID-19 back on 08/11/2020 and our heartfelt condolences to all of his loved ones and dear friends.
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My cherished recollections of holiday specific, family fun, undoubtedly, have been indelibly time stamped, 9 December 1965, by the radio and television transmissions, airing on that very day. Stepping into the ol’ time machine…
It had been shortly after our Thursday supper, when my Pop and I had driven off to our small town Michigan’s Mom and Pop grocery store. While he took care of the provisioning, I had wandered off to the 45rpm record display; with one and only one goal in mind.
I just had to snag myself a copy of the rock and roll instrumental, No Matter What Shape (Your Stomach’s In) recorded by the T-Bones. This track had first been used within an Alka Seltzer television ad campaign and, next, minus all of the product hoopla, eventually got transmitted over radio stations, nationwide; in my neck of the woods, this (now) classic blasted out over CKLW Windsor / Detroit’s 50,000 watt energized airwaves.
After dad paid for the groceries and I forked over 98¢ for my new record, we headed for home. Once my Zenith monaural record player had spun my new disc (at least a half a dozen times)…
It was time for my family and I to gather in our living room to set up / decorate our Christmas tree. No sooner had our home taken on a far more festive ambience than my favorite comic strip, Peanuts, the brainchild of cartoonist Charles M. Schulz, came to life via the CBS network’s debut of A Charlie Brown Christmas; all further enhanced and jazzed up by the Vince Guarldi Trio’s, by and large, instrumental soundtrack.
Returning to the here and now, all of my fond recollections are sure to continue playing out, throughout 9 December 2020, especially after tonight’s supper when, just for the symmetry of it all, I plan to rev up my CD player to track thru that vintage T-Bones track, set up my Christmas tree and, to top off the entire evening, pop into the VCR an ancient VHS tape to re-experience Schulz’s animated Christmas masterpiece.
Considering the past year’s events, which we all wish we could forget, memories of life’s simple pleasures do mean so much.
Scant months after the spring 1970, Beatles disbandment, George Harrison released his solo album, All Things Must Pass, ATMP (on this very day, fifty years ago).
My local FM station’s late afternoon DJ, Jim Curtis, immediately opted to air it, in it’s entirety, and, upon my ear-witnessing that bygone broadcast, four things became abundantly clear:
John, Paul, George and Ringo, recording / performing, individually, could now offer their mourning fans four times the musical output; a consolation prize that was truly groovy (slang-wise and in the vinyl sense, too).
For far too long, songsmith Harrison’s talents had been underappreciated and inordinately eclipsed by the Lennon / McCartney songwriting team.
Had the Beatles continued recording together, all 18 of those ATMP tracks could’ve fit in, perfectly, on their albums. Alas, one can only imagine how John, Paul and Ringo’s instrumental and vocal interpretations would’ve enhanced / changed the final mix.
I needed to get this musical masterpiece into my life / record library, ASAP (and did so scant days later).
Upon spinning this album in its entirety, late last evening, I decided to blog about it on its golden anniversary; to feature, in Side 1 thru 4 numerical order, each lead off track. It’ll be up to you whether you listen to all four songs in their entirety OR choose just one or two, OR merely sample ’em, etc.
Seeing how Harrison’s songs amply speak for themselves, my commentary will be minimal.
This Harrison / Dylan collaboration, at face value, serves as a let’s take our friendship to the next level appeal to that special someone. Yet, the lyrics could also be interpreted as George’s clever way of re-introducing himself; his own appeal to fans to accept him in his new soloist role.
Could this track be considered the sequel to Lennon / McCartney’s All You Need Is Love? The resounding chorus, “Tell me, what is my life without your love; Tell me, who am I without you, by my side” doth ring true.
The couplet, “Watch out now, take care, beware of greedy leaders; They take you where you should not go”, admonishes average Janes and Joes to never empower ideologues who are little more than PTDs (Politically Transmitted Diseases).
We get a glimpse of Harrison’s less serious side. His whimsical, lyrical reversal, “I Love Dig”, doth prove so Lennonesque, too. Obviously, George spending all those years with John served him well. Even better, this track ends this post on an upbeat, playful note.
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Mere moments ago, courtesy of a YouTube introduction, they opened my ears to SongBird, who has alighted on a branch that’s gently swaying in the winds of change. Thanks to the Interwebs, she is now omnipresent; perched outside ALL of our Windows.
For the benefit of all concerned souls, her joyous song, Let it Go, resolutely reassures us that there’s still hope for America; our home world.
Let’s all revel in her oh so delightful warbling, bask in her clearheaded message that refutes the temperamental Twittering Trump’s unTrue Tweets that he still rules the roost; rejoice in her tough love approach of informing Tweety that he must now  accept responsibility for all of his foul words and deeds,  concede he lost,  promptly molt his business suit,  test flap his political wings and  prepare to fly south for the winter where he must winter within his Mar-a-Lago gilded cage, forevermore.
Most assuredly, Tweety should feel damned lucky that, at least for the moment, he won’t be facing down the retribution that transcends the voters’ legally cast ballots, which have booted him out of his DC nest. Were justice to ever prevail, that li’l birdbrain would get ensnared in the legal system’s punishment, that is due him, for flagrantly flipping the bird at the laws of God and (wo)man.
Indeed, were fair play truly in play, it’d be high time for that birdbrain to become a jailbird; for dud orange Don to don orange duds!