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5/13/2020

Blank Pages Virtual Salon May 16, 2020

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Welcome to the Blank Pages Virtual Salon, May 16-17, 2020
 
Pandemic Playlist, or, The Music of Our Lives, or, Whistling in the Dark
 
In its own words, largehearted boy “is a literature and music website that explores that spot in the venn diagram where the two arts overlap.”
 
The site features playlists that authors create for a book they wrote, with a brief explanation for, or riff on, each song.
 
For this month’s salon, you have the choice to create a playlist of up to six songs that complement either a completed written work (your own or something personally significant), a project in progress, or the last six weeks of social distancing. Please tell us why, or tell us something. We're all ears.
 
Submit a response between noon on Saturday, May 16 and midnight on Sunday, May 17.
 
We miss you.
 
 

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Suzy Beal
5/16/2020 12:05:57 pm

Morning Workout

Each morning I put on my earphones, plug in my iPod and live my life over again.
Love Me Tender - I’m listening to my radio at fourteen, hoping for love.
Will You Love Me Tomorrow? - My first heartbreak when he says, “If you don’t want to do what the other girls are willing to do, I don’t want to go with you anymore.” I am afraid of necking.
Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool - When I realize my boyfriend is dating someone else at the same time he is dating me.
Tennessee Waltz - When no one asks me to dance.
It’s My Party - When everyone is keeping a secret from me and I want to go home, but the party is at my house.
Only the Lonely As - my parents move us across this county to live in Spain. My heart aches at leaving my friends.
Poesia en Movimiento (Poetry in Motion) Wishing I could walk like the girl described in this song.
Quince Anos Tiene Mi Amor (My Love is Fifteen) I’m in love with a Spanish boy.
Muy Joven Para Amar (Too Young to Love) The adults in my world don’t seem to understand
how passionately I love him.
She Loves You - But I don’t know how to say it in Spanish.
I want to Hold Your Hand - and we do as we sing the song to each other.
Where Did Our Love Go?- We go our separate ways and meet other people.
Sloop John B- He sings to me as he plays his guitar. He woos me with music.
This Diamond Ring - is just a gold band.
Aquarius - We slap the tape into the tape deck in our VW van and head for Oregon.
You and Me Against the World - We are enough.


Have I Told You Lately That I Love You - Camping in the van on the Oregon beaches.
I’ve Got You Babe - Cuddling to the sound of the sea.
Funny How Time Slips Away - We are parents.
Scarlet Ribbons for Her Hair - Our daughter smiles and Robert promises her a pony.
Five O’clock World - He works long hours and hardly has energy at the end of the day, but he smiles when he walks in the door.
What’s New Pussycat? - Another beautiful baby girl.
Turn Around Look At Me - I’m a grandmother.

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Rebecca Norton Miller
5/16/2020 12:34:40 pm

I apologize for not knowing how to use this forum. I believe I left my submission as a comment, and now I can't find it to take it back...apologies to Suzy. I love your playlist and its chronological tale of your life!

If you feel so inclined and know how, please take my previous comment and copy and paste to correct place. Again, my deepest apologies! I'm not that tech savvy!
Rebecca

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Rebecca Norton Miller
5/16/2020 12:32:24 pm

Interestingly enough, I wrote a book some years back that included a soundtrack of my own compiling. Neither the book nor its accompanying soundtrack ever saw the light of day, most likely because it was a self-indulgent, overly long piece and getting rights to songs is tricky. At the time, I envisioned a sort of screenplay type thing, and could picture each scene and its accompanying music.. Here is the list with a one sentence line to tell you what's happening in the story. Maybe one day, I can turn this into something, but for now, it's like reading a teenager's diary.

"Skin" by Madonna - in which girl meets boy and sparks fly
"Here With Me" by Dido - the "after glow"
"Super Freak" by Rick James - in which girl imagines one of her personas
"Justify My Love" by Madonna - in which girl imagines a second persona
"Ain't Talking 'Bout Love" by Van Halen - third persona
"Somebody Kill Me" by Adam Sandler in the movie "Wedding Singer" - in which boy rejects girl
"Give You Back" by Vertical Horizon - in which girl soddenly regrets meeting boy
"Save Me" by Remy Zero - in which girl can't stop obsessing about boy anyway
"Beautiful Day" by U2 - in which girl imagines a hopeful sign
"Making Out" by No Doubt - in which girl looks forward to a second encounter with boy
"You Are The One" by Mike and the Mechanics - in which girls waxes rhapsodic over her true love
"Blurry" by Puddle of Mudd - in which girl's fury takes over
"Again" by Lenny Kravitz - in which girl imagines she's over boy, but declares he was always the one
"Flinch" by Alanis Morissette - in which girl has gone years without moving on
"White Flag" by Dido - in which girl dramatically gives in to the fact that she will never be over boy
"Goodbye To You" by Michelle Branch - in which girl once again gives "letting go" a try
"Every Breaking Wave" by U2 - in which girl, years later, still recalls this great love

Personally, the song list still holds up. I don't know if the story ever will. And yet, it was kind of MY first love being that it was first full length novel. So...

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Scott Stewart
5/16/2020 03:25:02 pm

Good idea, Rebecca, thanks. I’m toying with the idea of how far playing only songs from “Blood on the Tracks” could get me.

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Suzy Beal
5/16/2020 01:01:20 pm

Rebecca,

I loved reading your playlist, but we must be of different ages because I only recognized the Madonna songs, because my daughters were fans. How interesting this prompt is that it gives us such different takes on the music of the times and how we responded to them.

Well done.

Suzy

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Kristin Dorsey
5/17/2020 10:32:32 pm

The lyric "You know you're semi-good lookin'/
And on the streets again" has always been one of my very favorites. I can't listen to it without laughing.

Is there a more backhanded compliment than calling someone "semi-good lookin'"?!?

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Mike Cooper
5/16/2020 01:40:12 pm

"I have my books
And my poetry to protect me."
I Am a Rock - Simon & Garfunkel

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suzy beal
5/17/2020 09:50:51 am

Talk about FLASH! love that song.

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Scott Stewart
5/16/2020 02:02:23 pm

Chapter 46

Kaleidoscoping Manhattan neon cartwheels right and left across the Lozier’s cinema-shaped windscreen. The evening air is cool, nearly cold, but Bingham left the top open over the driver’s seat, his wool scarf allowing inch-long piercings of alerting chill down onto his neck, leather gloves alive on the wheel, fingers forming chords already, for later.

Glancing in the rearview, the street’s lambent, billion-bulb palette rushes back and forth through the passenger compartment in sweeping half-second arcs, an alternating animation of two silken women in sendal wraps sitting close, faces turned closer, words miraging in the tricks of light like jewels shuttling on a necklace between them. The red signal a block ahead turns green and his right hand moves up across the H from second to third, releasing the transmission from a hard trot to an easy lope of speed-blurred smoothness down Broadway. Ten minutes later he downshifts for the right turn, RPMs growling up through the chassis, the Lozier bending around the corner as if it was still and the buildings were moving, everything stopping all at once before the awning of the Palm.

Bingham [opening the curbside passenger door]: Misses Tiffany and Freud, the Palm. Your table is waiting; George will seat you. Shall I wait?

Dorothy: Do as you please. A quarter to twelve will get us to Cocoa by midnight?

Bingham: Yes, I’ll be here, quarter ‘till.

Dorothy [looking at the man behind Bingham]: George, if Bingham wishes, serve him anything he wants for supper and add it to my bill.

Bingham: Thank you just the same, but I’m leaving now and will be parked here at 11:45. George [stepping forward to Dorothy and Anna] Please follow me.

Chapter 47

Maybe a foot off the floor, the small Cocoa stage couldn’t be pushed back any further in the endless demand for more table space. At the door now, hundred dollar bills we’re buying the 24-inch diameters near the front.

New reed between his lips, Bingham assembled his alto behind a frontline stand, close before the snare. The Duke warms his fingers with soft melodic chords across the keyboard and at the stand to Bingham’s left Benny futzed with a new silver mute, oblivious to the audience. Bass and drum begin laying down a rhythm. Jack the trombonist, the third front stand, was late, no matter, his notes would slide under and around the other two horns later. The owner’s expression said, “time to play.”

They bounced along for a while in joint composition, light as a feather, feeling the sound feel the room, awaiting someone to take it. Bing and Benny listened for a point of inflection but the Duke’s sudden cross-hand arpeggios rolled atop each other and they were off.

Something different. Bingham, used to Dorothy in a front row table, saw her dim through the smokey-blue haze standing taller behind Anna along the back wall, talking still; close.

The music seethed and tumbled like the Hudson falling out of the Adirondacks on its way to the City. No one knew when it would arrive or who among them would bring it. The first dancers lifted out of their chairs. The Duke threw his head back and scatted nameless words; unknown tongues under their own power.

Jack came in through the kitchen, ignoring the owner as he stepped past him. Nodding to Duke, he opened his case on the edge of the bench, removed the trombone, took his place in the front line and hit his notes eight beats later, carving a deep groove inviting the other horns in.

It was bluesy. The room —full of dancers— humid hot. Sixty-four bars then solos and Bingham, his height leaning out over the pulpited stand, slow, a slowly building tempo, the drummer double tapping every eight bars pushed the beat, and Bingham brought it up, carrying it in a torch phrasing until it had nowhere to go but to burst aflame into glissading chords glistening up and down the keys, the irresistible ecstatic figurehead force of the stage’s attack-speed prow: erect, arching back, his horn extended above beyond him the full length of his arms; he swung the crowd until they stopped still in their places and let him take them.

Along the back wall, lissome arms fell from behind Anna down the outside of her shoulders to her forearms, crossing wrists under her breastbone, the sax’s slurred bending notes easing her head back into the hollow of Dorothy’s neck and shoulder.

__ __

Four AM, cold wind, heading uptown, the driver’s seat top up and the dividing glass between him and the warmed passenger compartment rolled down, the two women sleeping close like swans under their wings. Few vehicles, last night not yet, Bingham felt the spent cartridges of music still ejecting from the chamber. It was good, the car speeding of its own accord along the lower reaches of the Park through a long file of green lights as far as he could see. Soon, asleep in his room: the dreamless sleep o

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suzy beal
5/17/2020 09:54:36 am

Scott,
I enjoyed your piece and even though I don't listen to much jazz you had me there.

You left me speechless with "like the Hudson falling out of the Adirondacks." Beautiful.

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Scott Stewart
5/17/2020 12:36:38 pm

Thanks, Suzy.

Mike Cooper
5/16/2020 02:06:57 pm

“I'm gonna sit right down and write myself a letter
And make believe it came from you”
I’m Gonna Sit Right Down and Write Myself a Letter ~ Fats Waller

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Scott stewart
5/16/2020 02:15:36 pm

The dreamless sleep of him that dreamed.

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TOM FILCICH
5/16/2020 03:04:01 pm

THE EARLIEST PLAYLIST CAME FR0M MY MOTHERS
BALLADS SHE BROUGHT FROM HER NATIVE CROATIA. SHE SANG THEM IN HER KITCHEN EVERY
DAY. O,MARICKA PEGLAJ, MARIJANA, KUKAVICA >>
AFTER MY HIGH SCHOOL I TOOK ON THE FOLLOWING:
FATS DOMINO
CHECK BERRY
LITTLE RICHARD
THE PLATTERS...............QUESTION ? WHAT IS MY AGE ? ?
FRANK SINATRA AND LIKE-KIND. BECAME MY LIST.
DURNG THE 80's I BEGAN TO DO SOME REVOLTING.
HOW SO ?
I WAS UNABLE TO CHANGE WITH THE TIMES.
GIVE ME LITTLE RICHARD, AND SINATRA OR I
WILL RESIST.
NOW, TODAY; I SEE "JODECI'S UNPLUGGED" G..ULP.....
I SEE "JAZZ PIANIST FLIPS BACH UPSIDE DOWN "
ANOTHER G U L P
ENOUGH SAID.

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Bob Vancil
5/17/2020 02:04:12 pm

Did you see last week that Little Richard passes away at 87, a true early icon of Rock and Roll. In the summer of 1957 I took my date to a Little Richard Concert for $5.00. The concert was in the National Guard Armory in Walla Walla, Washington. It was a night to be remember and was included in my book.

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Mike Cooper
5/16/2020 03:42:36 pm

“Who chose his words from mouths of
Babes got lost in the wood
Hip flask slinging madman, steaming cafe flirts”
Hey Jack Kerouac ~ 10,000 Maniacs

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Randy W
5/16/2020 04:29:18 pm

I have been working on a few poems and these are a few of the songs that seem apropos to them:

Backyard Blues by Oscar Peterson
Bluebird by Charlie Parker & Miles Davis
Even the Skies are Blue by Jamey Johnson
Hummingbird by Wilco
Bartender by Dave Matthews
Blackbird by The Beatles
Misery is the River of the World by Tom Waits
Talking to Myself by Justin Townes Earl
A Man Alone sung by Frank Sinatra
Turn Off the News by Lukas Nelson

Music has been important me since my days as a Monkees fan. I have more than 30,000 songs and a variety of playlists, and one for every mood. Examples include:

Cerebral Coffee House — generally acoustic, possibly mellow, usually pointed commentary. Some of the songs from the list include: Hello in There sung by Jason Isbell; The Past is the Past, Brandy Clark; False Profit by Bob Dylan; Stay Away by Randy Newman; 21st Century USA by Drive-By Truckers; Leaving the Table by Leonard Cohen.

Misanthropic Jazz: Angel Eyes by Joe Lovano; Solitude by Allen Toussaint; Autumn in New York by Ahmad Jamal; Some Other Time by Bill Evans.

Misanthropic Rock: Have You Ever Seen the Rain by John Fogerty; A Rock Star Bucks a Coffee Shop by Neil Young; Heart of the Country by Paul McCartney; Thoughts and Prayers by Drive-By Truckers.

Playlists by artist: Every artist mentioned above, plus hundreds of others

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Mike Cooper
5/16/2020 04:34:22 pm

“Staring at the blank page before you
Open up the dirty window
Reaching for something in the distance
So close you can almost taste it”
Unwritten ~ Natasha Bedingfield

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Aaron
5/16/2020 05:08:09 pm

"If you smile at me, I will understand
Cause that is something everybody everywhere does
In the same language"
Wooden Ships ~David Crosby, Paul Kanter, Stephen Stills

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Randy W
5/16/2020 05:59:43 pm

Novel Writing by Monty Python: (Voice of first reporter) But he’s, no he’s down again and writing, Dennis. He’s written "the " again and he’s written "a" and there’s a second word coming up and it’s "sat". "A sat ...", doesn’t make sense, "a satur ...", "a Saturday", it’s "a Saturday", and the crowd are loving it, they are really enjoying this novel. And "this afternoon", "this Saturday afternoon in, in, in know ..., knowvember", November is spelled wrong, ... but he’s not going back, it looks as if he’s going for a sentence, and it’s the first verb coming up, the first verb of the novel and it’s "was"! – and the crowd are going wild. "A Saturday afternoon in November was" – and a long word here – "appro ..., appro ...", is it "approval"? No, it’s "approaching, approaching". "A Saturday afternoon in November was approaching", and he’s done the definite article "the" again, and he’s writing fluently, easily with flowing strokes of the pen as he comes up to the middle of this first sentence. And with his eleventh novel well under way and the prospects of a good day’s writing ahead, back to the studio.

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Mike Cooper
5/16/2020 07:39:52 pm

“You'd better slow down
And use the right pronoun
Show the world you're no clown”
Word Crimes ~ Weird Al Yankovic

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Irene Cooper
5/16/2020 08:41:30 pm

Spotify Experiment:

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0YtfWBfjgg51dvvbP3mqwy?si=6J0K08UsTo-YL5xHwamJpQ

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Irene Cooper
5/16/2020 08:42:18 pm

copy & paste!

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Randy W
5/16/2020 10:55:38 pm

That is a very good playlist. I also saw Lyle Lovett in concert.

suzy beal
5/17/2020 09:49:41 am

Loved the playlist. Joan Baez got me through my 20's, but haven't listened to her in ages. Thanks for the reminder.

Kristin Dorsey
5/17/2020 10:21:27 pm

"Like a poem poorly written
We are verses out of rhythm
Couplets out of rhyme
In syncopated time"

The saddest simile in a song. Ever.
It always reminds me of the poets in my life.

Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 09:30:19 am

“Dear Sir or Madam, will you read my book?
It took me years to write, will you take a look?”
Paperback Writer ~ The Beatles

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Rebeccamiller
5/17/2020 12:06:58 pm

This has been fun! Thanks!

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Dana Clark-Millar
5/17/2020 12:21:14 pm

I wish somebody would have told me babe
That someday these will be the good old days.
(Good Old Days - Macklemore and Kesha)

Empty spaces, what are we living for?
Abandoned places, I guess we know the score, on and on
Does anybody know what we are looking for?
Another hero, another mindless crime
Behind the curtain, in the pantomime
Hold the line
Does anybody want to take it anymore?
The show must go on
The show must go on
Inside my heart is breaking
My makeup may be flaking
But my smile, still, stays on
(The Show Must Go On - Queen)

Tell me somethin', girl
Are you happy in this modern world?
Or do you need more?
Is there somethin' else you're searchin' for?
(Shallow - Lady Gaga and Bradley Cooper)

Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
It takes a lot to change a man
Hell, it takes a lot to try
Maybe it's time to let the old ways die
(Maybe It’s Time to Let the Old Ways Die - Bradley Cooper)

Sitting here tonight by the firelight
It reminds me I already have more than I should
At the end of the day, Lord I pray
I have a life that’s good.
(A Life That’s Good - Lennon and Maisy)

Well hello world
How you been
Good to see you, my old friend
Sometimes I feel as cold as steel
And broken like I'm never going to heal
I see a light
Little grace, little faith for the world
Hello world
(Hello World - Lady Antebellum)

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Dana Clark-Millar
5/17/2020 12:23:23 pm

6 songs re: my social distancing time

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Ellen Santasiero
5/17/2020 12:31:53 pm

Pandemic Playlist from Ellen
I couldn’t find all of these on Spotify, so here are youtube links (sorry about the ads!)

Tattle Tale—Glass Vase Cello Case
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RzVeKbWaniI&list=PLAB6E818AD48F0BDB&index=2&t=0s

Sad Tomorrow—the Muffs
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vsxyaZhdW1s

Mysterious Barricades—Michael Chapdelaine
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0DEDgqBLKd8

Buenos Aires Tango—Jacques Loussier Concerto for Violin, Percussion & Orchestra
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=h1jpa_slX50

Tennessee Flat Top Box—Roseanne Cash
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vLwocVPaGsE

Got to Give it Up—Marvin Gaye
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ayyy-03ITDg

Muito Calor—Ozuna & Anitta
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wuvlEJxI9wM

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TOM FILCICH
5/17/2020 12:44:16 pm

DON'T LET THE STARS GET IN YOUR EYES
DON'T LET THE MOON BREAK YOUR HEART
LOVE BLOOMS AT NIGHT, IN DAYLIGHT IT DIES
DON'T LET THE STARS GET IN YOUR EYES......
There is more, but i cannot recall the writer......?
Help me out with a name ???????

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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 01:03:43 pm

Perry Como
https://youtu.be/Dmkg_E2evbg

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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 01:04:18 pm

“I'm sick of sittin' 'round here tryin' to write this book
I need a love reaction
Come on now, baby, gimme just one look”
Dancing in the Dark ~ Bruce Springsteen (The Boss)

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TOM FILCICH
5/17/2020 01:55:54 pm

LETS PLAY : STUMP THE MASTER (MIKE )

""THEY'RE GONNA PUT ME IN THE MOVIES;
THEYR'E GONNA MAKE A BIG STAR OUT OF ME ;
THEYR'E GONNA PUT ME IN THE MOVIES"
ALL I GOTT'A DO IS ACT NATURAL LL.

( MIKE PUT YOUR <GOOGLE> AND TELL ME WHO
SANG THAT,?????


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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 02:37:46 pm

No need for Google. That's Richard Starkey singing "Act Naturally" from Help! by The Beatles

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Bob Vancil
5/17/2020 03:07:32 pm

This is not a reply but rather an original comment, but probably in the wrong place.

The years are 1956 and 1957. The place is Northeast Oregon. At sundown, the local stations cut their power and the big power station of San Francisco and Portland would power up. Two of the programs I remember were Shakey's Pizza Parlor Request and Luck Lager Dance Time. People seemed to be having so much fun at Shakey's and we had never tasted pizza but the request hour would bring us the new songs from Elvis, Fats Domino, Little Richard and Johnnie Ray. Going to sleep listening and dancing with my dream, Vaughn Monroe orchestra playing "I'll See You In My Dreams. When we were near Baker and the Baker KBKR we enjoyed Patsy Cline and Marty Robbins.

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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 05:21:38 pm

I had my first pizza at Shakey's.

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Kristin Dorsey
5/17/2020 10:15:29 pm

I miss summer nights, window open, breeze blowing the curtains . . . half asleep, listening to the radio. Waiting for that ONE transcendent summer song.

Music on demand has its limitations.

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Tom Filcich
5/17/2020 05:14:04 pm

I'm gonna act naturally now, and THANk the hosts
for providing this program..
thank you. tom

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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 05:23:01 pm

“When your dreamboat turns out to be a footnote
I'm a man with a mission on two or three editions.”
Everyday I Write the Book – Elvis Costello

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Kristin Dorsey
5/17/2020 10:05:46 pm

I pride myself on being a “good girl.” There is a checklist that supports this:

• Teacher’s pet in most classes K-12 (check)
• Didn’t drink until I turned 21 (check)
• Have never cheated on a test or shoplifted. (I’m not sure why these are one list item, but check and check)
• Relatively judge-y, but not prone to snitching (check)
• No pot. Ever. No other drugs (goes without saying) (check, check)

But.
Strangely.
My aesthetic tastes run a bit dark. Always have. In second grade, when I started piano lessons, I felt relatively sanguine toward learning to play. One week, several months in, my teacher assigned me a song called “The Haunted House.” It was simple (just one hand), but it was in a minor key. I played it over and over. The next week I asked, “are there more like this one?”

A few years ago, while looking over the titles of songs featured in 30 years of mixed tapes, and then mixed CDs, and then digital playlists, I found a disturbing trend. Rarely do I make a playlist without at least one song about murder. In fact, I have a nose for songs about murder. I find them where one would least expect them. Or maybe they find me. Murder ballads. Novelty songs. Edgy college rock. Country. I can’t turn around without one springing up like a Pennywise jack-in-the-box. Or sometimes they sneak up behind me, tap me on the right shoulder, jump to the left, and laugh when I swing my head right. Songs about murder.

You are probably asking yourself now, “Do I know any songs about murder?” Don’t tax yourself, reader. I made a mix (complete with representative lyrics) for you. Enjoy! or Scratch your head! or Shudder!

1. “Straw Hat and Old Dirty Hank” (The Bare Naked Ladies) I know your address/I ring the bell/ I bring you flowers/And a 22 with shells
2. “Beautiful William” (The Handsome Family) Rose smashed his windows till the glass was all gone. Polly broke the back door and she screamed down the hall. . . Why would he leave us? Why would he leave us this way?
3. “Maxwell’s Silver Hammer” (The Beatles) Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer/Came down upon his head/ Bang! Bang! Maxwell's silver hammer/Made sure that he was dead
4. “Jenny was a Friend of Mine” (The Killers—double points for this one!) She said she loved me, but she had somewhere to go/She couldn't scream while I held her close/I swore I'd never let her go
5. “Paul Revere” (The Beastie Boys) He yelled ("Stick 'em up!") and let two fly/Hands went up and people hit the floor/He wasted two kids that ran for the door
6. “Secret” (The Pierces) Got a secret, can you keep it? /Swear, this one you'll save/Better lock it in your pocket,/takin' this one to the grave
7. “Fake Palindromes” (Andrew Bird) And she's got red lipstick, and a bright pair of shoes/And she's got knee-high socks, what to cover a bruise/She's got an old death kit, she's been meaning to use/She's got blood in her eyes, in her eyes for you
8. “On We Go” (Nancy McCallion) And on the way back home from town/Oh, oh, my darlin', oh/She pushed him in the water and she held him down/Can you recall the day we married, oh?
9. “Paper Gown” (Caroline Herring) "Sheriff, I've done a terrible thing"/I confessed that, for love's sake/I drowned my children in John D. Long Lake/They're with Jesus, looking down/At me in this paper gown
10. “Westfall” (Okkervil River) Now, with all these cameras focused on my face/You would think that they could see it through my skin/They're looking for evil, thinking they can trace it, but/Evil don't look like anything
11. “Where the Wild Roses Grow” (Nick Cave and Kylie Minogue) And the last thing I heard was a muttered word/As he knelt above me with a rock in his fist

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Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 10:46:48 pm

"Mama, I just killed a man
Put a gun against his head
Pulled my trigger, now he's dead"
Freddy

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Kristin Dorsey
5/17/2020 10:52:08 pm

Well played, Michael Cooper.

Damn. I also forgot:

Standing on the beach
With a gun in my hand
Staring at the sea
Staring at the sand
Staring down the barrel
At the arab on the ground
I can see his open mouth
But I hear no sound

--The Cure. And literary to boot! (Based on L'Étranger, of course!)

Mike Cooper
5/17/2020 10:47:38 pm

Thanks, Everyone. This was lots of fun. And thanks Irene for the prompt.

Good night.

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