Daily Post’s daily prompt: write on any subject of your choice, but do so in the style of a blogger you admire.
I tried to follow the prompt today. Honest! In the end, though, I had to heed Sammy Davis, Jr.’s declaration:
Whether I’m right or whether I’m wrong
Whether I find a place in this world or never belong
I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
What else can I be but what I am?
I want to live, not merely survive
And I won’t give up this dream of life that keeps me alive
I’ve gotta be me, I’ve gotta be me
The dream that I see makes me what I am
That far away prize, a world of success
Is waiting for me if I heed the call
I won’t settle down, won’t settle for less
As long as there’s a chance that I can have it all
I’ll do it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else if I’m not right for me
I’ve gotta be free, I’ve gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die I’ve gotta be me
I’ll do it alone, that’s how it must be
I can’t be right for somebody else if I’m not right for me
I’ve gotta be free, I’ve just gotta be free
Daring to try, to do it or die, I’ve gotta be me
This video has a brief ad at the beginning, but I love the setting of the Playboy Club. It’s such a “Mad Men” era clip. Pour yourself a glass of Scotch, sit back, relax, and listen to “I’ve Gotta Be Me.”
Peace, all you Cool Cats!
PS. Note that the man Mr. Davis asks to move is none other than Bill Cosby.
Praying for Eyebrowz 
The guy smoking the cigar happens to be Bill Cosby. — Walter Marks (writer of the song)
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I thought it was Bill, but couldn’t be sure since he wasn’t credited. Live the song.
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