Some where in a box I have the CD from that first video. There’s some decent riffs on it but for the life of me, I can’t remember the band.
TerryDecember 19, 2020, 10:51 AM
Wow! That was a short & fun six minutes. Helps get the day brighter-
ghostsniperDecember 19, 2020, 6:51 PM
I couldn’t stuff any more than about 10 seconds each into my eyeballs.
It’s bad enough that people come up with that sort of retarded stuff, but to video it and put it out there is more than I can grasp. 2021 will be the year of straightenin’. A whole lot of us won’t be here this time next year, and deservedly so.
AnonymousDecember 21, 2020, 6:53 AM
As a 74 year old man who enjoys disco dancing with his 57 year old still slender and shapely housekeeper (yeah, yeah, I know), those videos gave me the creeps. To quote Archie Bell and the Drells: “Lemme put dis hamboigah down. I don’ wan’ no mouth, I wanna DANCE!” . For the fellow in the first video, that means gettin’ up out of the chair; for the solo in video two, dancing is done in a duo; where’s the woman? Are these exhibitionists taking over the world? Not mine, no sir. Dancing is a mating ritual, even when one is long past the productive phase. Let’s keep it that way.
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There are men who can’t be bought.
The fireborn are at home in fire.
The stars make no noise.
You can’t hinder the wind from blowing.
Time is a great teacher.
Who can live without hope?
In the darkness with a great bundle of grief
the people march.
In the night, and overhead a shovel of stars for
keeps, the people march:
“Where to? what next?”
— Carl Sandburg
Stone-cutters fighting time with marble, you foredefeated
Challengers of oblivion
Eat cynical earnings, knowing rock splits, records fall down,
The square-limbed Roman letters
Scale in the thaws, wear in the rain. The poet as well
Builds his monument mockingly;
For man will be blotted out, the blithe earth die, the brave sun
Die blind and blacken to the heart:
Yet stones have stood for a thousand years, and pained
thoughts found
The honey of peace in old poems.
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His soul stretched tight across the skies
That fade behind a city block,
Or trampled by insistent feet
At four and five and six o’clock;
And short square fingers stuffing pipes,
And evening newspapers, and eyes
Assured of certain certainties,
The conscience of a blackened street
Impatient to assume the world.
I am moved by fancies that are curled
Around these images, and cling:
The notion of some infinitely gentle
Infinitely suffering thing.
Wipe your hand across your mouth, and laugh;
The worlds revolve like ancient women
Gathering fuel in vacant lots.
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Song of Myself
I CELEBRATE myself, and sing myself,
And what I assume you shall assume,
For every atom belonging to me as good belongs to you.
I loafe and invite my soul,
I lean and loafe at my ease observing a spear of summer grass.
My tongue, every atom of my blood, form’d from this soil, this
air,
Born here of parents born here from parents the same, and their
parents the same,
I, now thirty-seven years old in perfect health begin,
Hoping to cease not till death.
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The scientists are in terror
and the European mind stops
Wyndham Lewis chose blindness
rather than have his mind stop.
Night under wind mid garofani,
the petals are almost still
Mozart, Linnaeus, Sulmona,
When one’s friends hate each other
how can there be peace in the world?
Their asperities diverted me in my green time.
A blown husk that is finished
but the light sings eternal
a pale flare over marshes
where the salt hay whispers to tide’s change
Time, space,
neither life nor death is the answer.
And of man seeking good,
doing evil.
In meiner Heimat
where the dead walked
and the living were made of cardboard.
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Some where in a box I have the CD from that first video. There’s some decent riffs on it but for the life of me, I can’t remember the band.
Wow! That was a short & fun six minutes. Helps get the day brighter-
I couldn’t stuff any more than about 10 seconds each into my eyeballs.
It’s bad enough that people come up with that sort of retarded stuff, but to video it and put it out there is more than I can grasp. 2021 will be the year of straightenin’. A whole lot of us won’t be here this time next year, and deservedly so.
As a 74 year old man who enjoys disco dancing with his 57 year old still slender and shapely housekeeper (yeah, yeah, I know), those videos gave me the creeps. To quote Archie Bell and the Drells: “Lemme put dis hamboigah down. I don’ wan’ no mouth, I wanna DANCE!” . For the fellow in the first video, that means gettin’ up out of the chair; for the solo in video two, dancing is done in a duo; where’s the woman? Are these exhibitionists taking over the world? Not mine, no sir. Dancing is a mating ritual, even when one is long past the productive phase. Let’s keep it that way.