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Saturday, October 22, 2005


"The Beat Goes On" - Sonny & Cher

"The Beat Goes On" - Sonny & Cher: "1. The Beat Goes On - Sonny & Cher"


"And The Beat Goes On" - The Whispers

"And The Beat Goes On" - The Whispers: "1. And The Beat Goes On - The Whispers"


The Beat Goes On!

I FINALLY have my own office after 18 years of work. I was left a credenza and an executive desk---but the walls are bare. There is nothing in the budget for any changes until January. If I want pictures....., and my Assistant is being promoted to a Sales Intern. Good for her---but she was so DAMN GOOD at being my Assistant. Well the Beat Goes ON!

Has much REALLY changed since 1966?

The beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Charleston was once the rage, uh huh.
History has turned the page, uh huh.
The miniskirt's the current thing, uh huh.
Tennybopper is our newborn king, uh huh.
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
The grocery store's the supermart, uh huh.
Little girls still break their hearts, uh huh.
And men still keep on marching off to war.
Electrically they keep a baseball score.
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da.
Grandmas sit in chairs and reminisce
Boys keep chasing girls to get a kiss.
The cars keep going faster all the time.
Bums still cry 'Hey buddy, have you got a dime?
And the beat goes on, the beat goes on.
Drums keep pounding a rhythm to the brain.
La de da de de, la de da de da

Sonny and Cher kick the shit out of the Britaney Spears version! I'm a Grandpa---I reminisce in a Computer Chair---but the beat goes on!

Thursday, October 20, 2005


I Was Insulted -- Kind OF (LOL)

I said I would only post twice a week--but I must defend my honor! A fellow blogger who shall remain anonymous--(RLB)--insinuated about my last post, that during my younger years I was a whore dog in heat pussy hound. That is not verbatim--BUTT FUCK--I got the message.

I do want to say a few things in my defense--in the 60's a small minority preached free love--and in the 70's a large majority practiced it. In the 60's women used the pill to keep their families small--in the 70's girls used the pill to have the freedom to enjoy an orgasm or two with strangers. Even the music encouraged us to mess around on whoever with "A girl sitting right next to you." Stephen Stills (of Crosby, Stills, Nash, and Young) was admired by many, and I'll be damned if we didn't take heed his advice in the song Love The One You're With.

The fun only stopped because someone invented AIDS and Herpes, before that shit happened everything could be cured with a quick painful shot to the buttocks. I will not be crass and say how many lovers I had (not that we could still remember) but I will say that last names were seldom even exchanged. So don't leave me hanging fellow fun-lovers and whore-dogs of the 70's and early 80's -er--I mean--the sexually liberated generation, don't be pious now, speak up and defend the fact that it was just the way it was!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005


Just My Imagination

A crush is what most would call it---she was a freshmen cheerleader and I was a seventh-grade kid who couldn't stop looking at her long legs. I was completely infatuated with her. Even latter in High School I couldn't keep my eyes off her. The only words I ever said to her in all those years was "excuse me" when I bumped into her in the hallway. I did have a beautiful girlfriend during those years---but still there was something about the cheerleader that had me wanting her. After she graduated the fantasy subsided.

Three or four years after I did graduate, in the Stage Coach Ballroom, I saw her once again. She was waiting tables , so I purposely sat in her section. Now--I have always been just an average looking kind of guy----Now,I promise all of you, I am not bragging or even overstating this, and I certainly don't mean to sound cocky---but my entire adult life I have had a gift with words when it came to women. I did abuse that talent to persuade the ex-cheerleader into coming home with me that night.

I don't know what I was expecting---but it wasn't what I had imagined. Afterwards--she jumped quickly out of bed lighting up a cigarette---and then darted into the bathroom. This whole time she was screeching a hundred words a second. She started explaining to me why she had to get home before her live-in boyfriend missed her-- and when I called her from that point on-- it would have to be at the club. She came walking out of the bathroom, in the nude, cleaning her privates with my towel. Hell--I was a bachelor--I only owned two damn towels, and the other one was dirty. I never called her.

BUT--I did call my older brother to tell him I finally nailed that damn Cheerleader! WHAT? You weren't expecting a fairy-tale ending here--were you?


Sunday, October 16, 2005


The Shrinking CD Collection

In 1988 I noticed that after many years of drunken sing along parties that my extensive album collection had become deeply marred and scratched--thus rendering the compilation completely useless. I sold the entire lot to a second-hand shop for pennies on the dollar---and I went about replacing my favorite vinyls with CD's. It was well worth the investment.

I have a home office with a sound system in it---my collection is stored there--er--most of it was. Lately the music I compiled has started to disappear. I also have noticed my sons disc holder has some very familiar bands added to it. I don't know if I should be pissed or proud that we share some of the same tastes in music now.

It does make me laugh when he cranks up Cat Stevens singing 'Father and Son'. This song is basically a conversation between a boy and his dad. Like my Son--I also played the tune repeatedly when I was his age-- and I completely identified with the Son's side of the argument. When I listened to the tune recently---I heard a completely different perspective--the father now had some very valid points! Strange how that works. If you have 3.45 minutes--you might give it a listen and let everyone know which generation you most identify with. It's cheating to say both!

But I still want my CCR and Stones Disks back! Are you reading this boy?!?!

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