Dancing at the Mall

Dancing at the Mall
by Leslie Noyes

A song from my teens wafted down into the food court where I was engaged in a lackluster meal.

Putting a limp slice of pepperoni pizza aside, I rose from a red plastic bench and danced enthusiastically to

Twist and Shout, my Ferris Buehler moment, while lunch breaking students watched with open mouths,

Giggling and pointing at my intricate gyrations. I winked and smiled and reveled in the knowledge

That I’m alive and at sixty still capable of doing the audacious thing when the music hits me just right.

https://youtu.be/YXUjGftU7-k

Concert Shaming

A Facebook friend started a little guessing game on the social media app and it’s now gone viral. The idea is to list ten concerts and have your friends guess which one you haven’t attended.

I tried to play. I did. But when I realized that all of my groups seemed rather lame compared to those of my friends and acquaintances I deleted the post in progress. I didn’t have the Stones or Paul McCartney or Elton John on my list. No, I had Merle Haggard and Tanya Tucker, Charlie Pride and Brooks and Dunn. Big acts in their day, but I definitely have concert envy after reading some of my friends’ lists.

But just for grins, here are ten concert acts. See if you can guess the one I didn’t see in person. And try not to make fun of my taste in music. 

1. Dixie Chicks

2. Three Dog Night

3. The Fifth Dimension

4. The Cowsills

5. Hootie and the Blowfish

6. Huey Lewis and the News

7. The Captain and Tennille

8. Garth Brooks

9. Boyz 2 Men

10. Foghat 

She’s a What?

Studly Doright and I were cruising around Tallahassee on Saturday afternoon in his now almost un-smelly car. Out of the blue  Studly had a hankering for Kentucky Fried Chicken, so we drove through the drive up and then sat in their parking lot while he nibbled on a breast and a wing. I’m dieting, so I just watched. Willpower is my middle name. Ok, maybe it’s “Biscuit with Honey” since I had a bite of his. 

We were listening to the 60’s channel on Sirius/XM when the song Must to Avoid by Herman’s Hermits started playing. Studly put down his chicken and sang, “She’s a muscular boy.” 

I snorted. “That’s not how it goes! It’s “she’s a must to avoid,” and pointed to the radio’s dashboard display where the correct title was clearly spelled out.

“Oh,” he shrugged. “I always thought it was a strange song.”

And now? Now I can’t help but sing it his way.

https://youtu.be/icEUzyyL88A

Peace, people.

Let It Be

I find myself singing this throughout these terrifying days. It breaks my heart to know that many of my friends who once sang along are now under Trump’s influence. Greed and an adherence to false religiosity have turned their hearts and minds away from the tenets of peace and love.

https://youtu.be/cKolD582AVI
Lyrics

When I find myself in times of trouble. Mother Mary comes to meSpeaking words of wisdom, let it be.

And in my hour of darkness.                     She is standing right in front of me Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Chorus:

Let it be, let it be.                                           Let it be, let it be.                                 Whisper words of wisdom, let it be.

And when the broken hearted people Living in the world agree,                      There will be an answer, let it be.

And though they may be parted there is Still a chance that they will see            There will be an answer, let it be.

Chorus

And though the night is cloudy,            There is still a light that shines on me, Shine until tomorrow, let it be.

O, will I make up to the sound of music Mother Mary comes to me              Speaking words of wisdom, let it be.

Chorus

Silent Running

As we enter the days of Trump, or as I’m inclined to think of them, The Doldrumps, here’s a little pre-apocalyptic fare from Mike and the Mechanics.

The video was cheesy, but the song always chilled me. 

https://youtu.be/HFaXHcVS33A
Silent Running

Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be closed at hand

Don’t believe the church and state
And everything they tell you
Believe in me, I’m with the high command

CHORUS
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?

There’s a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The father and the spirit
Will guide you and protect from up here

CHORUS

Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For someday sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still.

CHORUS (repeat 3 times)

Songwriters: Brian Alexander Robertson / Michael Rutherford

Parachute

I am having a love affair with country singer/songwriter, Chris Stapleton. Now Chris isn’t aware of this, but Studly Doright is, so nobody’s feelings are in danger of being hurt. 

Every morning Chris serenades me while I shower and dress for work or play. His music keeps me company as I complete chores around the house or sit out on the screened in porch. 

I own two copies of his Traveler cd, one for the house and another for my car, and his is the first name up on my Pandora playlist. My favorites off the cd are Tennessee Whiskey and Traveler, but Parachute comes in near the top these days. 

I’m especially fond of the chorus:

You only need a roof when it’s raining
You only need a fire when it’s cold
You only need a drink when the whiskey
Is the only thing that you have left to hold
Sun comes up and goes back down
And falling feels like flying till you hit the ground
Say the word and I’ll be there for you
Baby, I will be your parachute

Maybe you should listen:

https://youtu.be/7ub9jYLcb0Y

Peace, people.