Poetry and #30 day album challenge

The trees rustle under streams of moonlight.
Her husband’s snore louder than cracked branches
or furling waves shattering panes of glass.
Echoed declarations that she shelters
inside shrouds of comfortable silence
unwilling to break free of illusion.©

This poem was among the papers scratched out in pencil that I went through today in this decluttering mission. I had forgotten I had written it.

Day 29: The Next Album You’re Going to Listen To is the prompt from:

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/29/30-day-album-challenge-day-29/

My album choice came about because I was going through another box of papers. I uncovered my mother day letters that Amanda emailed while she was in college. They were summaries of her year from each Mother’s day to the next. I cried and laughed as I re-read those printed out emails from so very long ago. Which led to me to recalling her unusual entrance into this world and what was happening in our lives.

I had stage 4 cervical cancer and it had spread to my uterus. She was supposed to be delivered by c-section so they could remove everything at one time. Except, she decided to come earlier than her due date by eleven days. And when we were at the hospital, the doctor discovered she had flipped so her entrance was feet first. Her breech was kind of like a foreshadow of her life, she’s off and running once her feet hit the floor even forty years later.

Bet you’re trying to figure out what this album has to do with my story. My first husband, her dad was a huge fan of Waylon and wanted his daughter named Amanda. I agreed because knowing she was definitely going to be the light of my life.

She was indeed a force to be reckoned with our Amanda, with white blonde hair and blue eyes that sparkled like raindrops on a sunny day.

The letters I read earlier were also signed, the light of your life, always Amanda. That hasn’t changed much but than that’s always true of a youngest child in a parent’s eye much to the chagrin of the older siblings.

I may be crazy, but it keeps me from going insane.” Waylon Jennings

Amanda

Waylon Jennings

I’ve held it all inward, God knows, I’ve tried
But it’s an awful awakening in a country boy’s life
To look in the mirror in total surprise
At the hair on my shoulders and the age in my eyes

Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife

It’s a measure of people who don’t understand
The pleasures of life in a hillbilly band
I got my first guitar when I was fourteen
Well I finally made forty, still wearing jeans

Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife
Amanda, light of my life
Fate should have made you a gentleman’s wife

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bob Mcdill

Amanda lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Spirit Music Group, BMG Rights Management

“A mother is a daughter’s best friend.” – Unknown

Waylon Arnold Jennings was an American singer, songwriter, and musician. He is best known as one of the founding pioneers of the Outlaw Movement.

I don’t know if you’re familiar with one of the darker periods of Waylon’s life. It happened like this. “In 1958, Buddy Holly arranged Jennings’s first recording session, and hired him to play bass. Jennings gave up his seat on the ill-fated flight in 1959 that crashed and killed Holly, J. P. “The Big Bopper” Richardson and Ritchie Valens.

Before their performance at the Surf Ballroom in Clear Lake, Iowa, Holly chartered a four-seat Beechcraft Bonanza airplane from Dwyer Flying Service in Mason City, Iowa, for himself, Jennings, and Tommy Allsup, to avoid the long bus trip to their next venue in Moorhead, Minnesota. Following the Clear Lake show (which ended around midnight), Allsup lost a coin toss and gave up his seat on the charter plane to Ritchie Valens, while Jennings voluntarily gave up his seat to J. P. Richardson, known as The Big Bopper, who was suffering from the flu and complaining about how cold and uncomfortable the tour bus was for a man of his size.[30][31]

When Holly learned that his bandmates had given up their seats on the plane and had chosen to take the bus rather than fly, a friendly banter between Holly and Jennings ensued, and it would come back to haunt Jennings for decades to follow: Holly jokingly told Jennings, “Well, I hope your ol’ bus freezes up!” Jennings jokingly replied, “Well, I hope your ol’ plane crashes!

Later that morning, Jennings’s family heard on the radio that “Buddy Holly and his band had been killed.” After calling his family, Jennings called Sky Corbin at KLLL from Fargo to say that he hadn’t been aboard the plane.[34] The General Artists Corporation promised to pay for first-class tickets for Jennings and the band to attend Holly’s funeral in Lubbock in exchange for them playing that night in Moorhead.[35] After the first show, they were initially denied their payment by the venue, but after Jennings’s persistence, they were paid.[36] The flights were never paid,[37] and Jennings and Allsup continued the tour for two more weeks, featuring Jennings as the lead singer.[19] They were paid less than half of the original agreed salary, and upon returning to New York, Jennings put Holly’s guitar and amplifier in a locker in Grand Central Terminal and mailed the keys to Maria Elena Holly. Then, he returned to Lubbock.[38]

In the early 1960s, Jennings wrote and recorded “The Stage (Stars in Heaven)”, a tribute to Valens, the Big Bopper and Holly, as well as Eddie Cochran, a young musician who died in a road accident a year after the plane crash.

For decades afterward, Jennings repeatedly admitted that he felt responsible for the crash that killed Holly. This sense of guilt precipitated bouts of substance abuse through much of Jennings’s career. ” ~

Later that morning, Jennings’s family heard on the radio that “Buddy Holly and his band had been killed.” After calling his family, Jennings called Sky Corbin at KLLL from Fargo to say that he hadn’t been aboard the plane.[34] The General Artists Corporation promised to pay for first-class tickets for Jennings and the band to attend Holly’s funeral in Lubbock in exchange for them playing that night in Moorhead.[35] After the first show, they were initially denied their payment by the venue, but after Jennings’s persistence, they were paid.[36] The flights were never paid,[37] and Jennings and Allsup continued the tour for two more weeks, featuring Jennings as the lead singer.[19] They were paid less than half of the original agreed salary, and upon returning to New York, Jennings put Holly’s guitar and amplifier in a locker in Grand Central Terminal and mailed the keys to Maria Elena Holly. Then, he returned to Lubbock.[38]

In the early 1960s, Jennings wrote and recorded “The Stage (Stars in Heaven)”, a tribute to Valens, the Big Bopper and Holly, as well as Eddie Cochran, a young musician who died in a road accident a year after the plane crash.

For decades afterward, Jennings repeatedly admitted that he felt responsible for the crash that killed Holly. This sense of guilt precipitated bouts of substance abuse through much of Jennings’s career.” ~ https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Waylon_Jennings

Do you remember the Dukes of Hazzard? My son’s used to beg to stay up later on a school night to watch that show. Waylon was the narrator or balladeer as he liked to be called. Shortly after that time In the mid-1980s, Johnny Cash, Kris Kristofferson, Nelson, and Jennings formed a successful group called the Highwaymen.

#30 Day Challenge -favorite

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/28/30-day-album-challenge-day-28/

Wow, this month of music choices has flown by.

I’m editing some of my Halloween poetry and I like to get in the right mindset with dark classical music. Now I know the prompt says favorite but I don’t really have a specific artist because I love many different genres. The icing for me on the response was favorite and at this time of year I listen to a lot of dark classical music because Halloween is my favorite holiday.

This poem’s prompt said, you could only use the word contest in the title. In the poem itself you couldn’t use the words: contest, party, fear or Halloween. The other perimeter was it must have aa, bb, cc, dd, etc… so basically rhyming couplets with a minimum of 4 quatrains.

The Contest©

Elderly witches stirred bubbling pots
Younger witches tied magical knots
Black cats sharpened their claws
Differences set aside as darkness draws

Gravestones groaned and shifted
Caskets creaked when lifted
Vampires rose from a murky home
Their thirst will be sated as they roam

Ghosts howled and swirled in the mist
Anxious for the opportunity to assist
Owls and Ravens added conspiring sound
Zombies impatient to get around

So many evil urges refuse to be reined in
May the most significant demon win
Purple smoke swirls, witches fly into the sky
Quicker than the blink of a cat’s eye

Vampires flapped their wings to follow suit
Zombies marched slowly in hot pursuit
So preoccupied with their sweet treats
Victims were easy prey on the streets

ABOUT MIDNIGHT SYNDICATE

“For over two decades, composers Edward Douglas and Gavin Goszka have been known as Midnight Syndicate, creating symphonic soundtracks to imaginary films that facilitate a transcendental and adventurous escape into the secret dimensions of the mind’s eye. To many of their fans, they are horror music pioneers brewing a signature blend of instrumental orchestral gothic music and movie-style sound effects. To others, they remain the first “haunted house band” that forever changed the Halloween music genre and became a staple of the October holiday season.  Still others, know them for their contributions to the use of music in the roleplaying and board game industries.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midnight_Syndicate

This album is what I grab when I begin decorating my home for Halloween. It’s a perfect creative inspiration.

#SLS

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/09/26/children-of-the-same-parent/

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother

The Hollies

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows where
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get thereFor I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not shareAnd the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother, he ain’t heavy

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Bob Russell / Bobby Scott

Oops my original post wasn’t what Jim was looking for in the prompt. I didn’t have enough coffee, that’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

The Hollies are a British rock group best known for their distinctive three-part vocal harmony style. The band originally was formed by Alan Clarke and Graham Nash who were childhood buds. But Nash left six years later to form Crosby, Stills and Nash.

There are different stories on how the group was named . I like the one that says it was a tribute to Buddy Holly.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Hollies

#SLS- Siblings and # 30 Day Album Challenge- Song from Childhood

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/09/26/children-of-the-same-parent/

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/27/30-day-album-challenge-day-27/

Thank you Jim and Sandman

Siblings huh? The Carpenters immediately came to mind for me.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Carpenters

Karen and Richard’s voice’s together were exceptional but like many artists during that time they struggled. Richard with Quaaludes and Karen with anorexia nervosa. Musicians didn’t have easy, the stress was ludicrous. I’m sure some of it was self inflicted but they weren’t alone.

“Herb Alpert asked Richard to re-work a Bacharach/David song “(They Long to Be) Close to You“, which had first been recorded in 1963 by Richard Chamberlain, and Dionne Warwick the following year. Richard Carpenter decided the song would work as a standalone piece, and wrote an arrangement from scratch without being influenced by any earlier recordings.” ~ wiki link is posted above.

I’ve heard Chamberlain and Warwick’s version, I prefer the Carpenter’s version. Same as I prefer their version We’ve Only Just Begun.

I never understood at the time why the album A Kind of Hush wasn’t certified Platinum. I thought it was an awesome album. Though I did prefer Herman Hermit’s original version A Kind of Hush Allover the World Karen did an exceptional cover.

My two ultimate favorite songs were Only Yesterday and Rainy Days and Monday.

After long enough of being alone
Everyone must face their share of loneliness
In my own time, nobody knew
The pain I was goin’ through
And waitin’ was all my heart could do

Hope was all I had until you came
Maybe you can’t see how much you mean to me
You were the dawn breaking the night
The promise of mornin’ light
Filling the world surroundin’ me
When I hold you

Baby, baby, feels like maybe
Things will be all right
Baby, baby, your love’s made me
Free as a song, singin’ forever

Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave the past and all its tears behind me
Tomorrow maybe even brighter than today
Since I threw my sadness away
Only yesterday

I have found my home here in your arms
Nowhere else on earth I’d really rather be
Life waits for us, share it with me
The best is about to be
And so much is left for us to see
When I hold you

Baby, baby, feels like maybe
Things will be all right
Baby, baby, your love’s made me
Free as a song, singin’ forever

Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave the past and all its tears behind me
Tomorrow maybe even brighter than today
Since I threw my sadness away
Only yesterday (only yesterday, only yesterday)

Only yesterday when I was sad and I was lonely
You showed me the way to leave the past and all its tears behind me

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: John Bettis / Richard Carpenter

Only Yesterday lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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Talkin’ to myself and feelin’ old
Sometimes I’d like to quit
Nothin’ ever seems to fit
Hangin’ around
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

What I’ve got they used to call the blues
Nothin’ is really wrong
Feelin’ like I don’t belong
Walkin’ around
Some kind of lonely clown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny, but it seems I always wind up here with you
Nice to know somebody loves me
Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do
Run and find the one who loves me (the one who loves me)

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out (talk it out)
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down

Funny, but it seems that it’s the only thing to do (only thing to do)
Run and find the one who loves me

What I feel has come and gone before
No need to talk it out
We know what it’s all about
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get me down
Hangin’ around (hangin’ around)
Nothin’ to do but frown
Rainy days and Mondays always get
Me down

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Paul H. Williams / Roger S. Nichols

Rainy Days and Mondays lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

#SOC- container

https://lindaghill.com/category/stream-of-consciousness-saturday/

Container gardening is what I do in New Jersey to grow my herbs and veggies. In spite of the warmer than normal temperatures and the blasted squirrels we’ve had a productive growing season. The squirrels are a nuisance when it comes to letting things ripen naturally on the vine. I’m always having to pick ahead of time because they steal the fruit or veggies when their perfect.

I was hoping that they wouldn’t be as prominent in Las Vegas as they are here but unfortunately that’s not the case. They’re a nuisance there as well. GRRRRR

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A friend was commenting on my Halloween decorations. She thought they were pretty but didn’t envy the packing them away after. The good news is they actually fit into 6 rubbermaid containers nicely. I chose the rubbermaid containers to discourage spiders and mice from nesting when everything goes in the crawl space. Now you’re probably thinking mice will chew plastic. Yes, this is true but I saturate lots of cotton balls with peppermint oil and promptly seal the containers. When I unpack each year, there’s a faint trace of peppermint left with my decorations. I know that a lot of sources note that peppermint oil isn’t effective but it has worked very well with my containers especially since there’s no food source either for them.

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I read today to discourage mosquitoes, ticks, spiders from getting on your skin to wear Vicks around your ankles, wrists, and neck. I’m curious if putting open containers of Vick’s with my decorations as well would also be helpful once I put everything in storage when we move. It would take longer to dry out. Eucalyptus oil, cedar leaf oil, nutmeg oil, petrolatum, thymol and turpentine oil and adding peppermint oil to mix for good measure. I’m going to give it a try, I don’t care if my decorations gain an interesting new aroma when I unpack them again.

Finally, there seems to be song about everything on YouTube.

#Share Your World

https://sparksfromacombustiblemind.com/2020/09/21/share-your-world-hp-9-21-2020/

Thank you Roger and Melanie

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows

Have you ever driven the wrong way on a one-way street? How did this come about?

Actually, this is a very amusing story from my school bus driving days. I had driven the wrestling team to an event and after the event we were going to McDonald’s to feed some starving young men. Not many choices at 10:45pm at night in Maine. The coach said, he knew how to get there so I followed his instructions until the oops moment. He said, it’s right up the street. Yup, it was but that street was one way. I said, “I can’t go up that street, it’s one way.” The coach said, “if we don’t hurry up the place will close before we get up. It closes at 11pm.” I insisted I couldn’t, which got a slew of angry boys complaining. The coach said,” come on, no one will know.” “Fine, and I went … knowing this was a really bad idea.” It was. There was a state police cruiser with an officer at the McDonald’s as I came out of the street. The boys rushed inside McDonald’s with six minutes to spare. The coach said, I got this to me as I was digging for my wallet to get my license. I look up to see the state trooper and the coach laughing like old friends.

I got out of the bus and went to hand my license and insurance card to the officer but he waved it away. “No worries, Mike, assured me you came up this street at his insistence.” I nodded.

“For future reference turn on Gilmore and you won’t have to drive up a one-way street.”

“Thank you”. The men shook hands and the officer got in the car. I asked Mike (the coach) how he knew the officer as we were going inside McDonald’s?

“We work together. When I’m not coaching, I’m Detective Mitchell.”

Under my breath, since I was still on the clock, I called the coach a BASTARD.

As a kid, did you ever decide to run away? Did you have a plan? Take a pet? Sandwiches?

I got punished for something my brother did when I was ten years old. I told my mother I hated her and I was going to run away. She said, I had to go the same way I came in this world. Fine, in the morning I went out the door naked as the day I was born. I walked up the street, not having any plan other than I was going. A police officer picked me, gave me a blanket and took me to the station. One of the other officers gave me tee-shirt to wear that covered me like a baggy dress. Another brought me chocolate milk and a donut. This wasn’t so bad and they actually listened to what I had to say. All hell broke loose however once my mother got me back home and I was punished again. But this time she locked me in my room.

You suddenly found you have a hidden talent for playing a musical instrument. What musical instrument do you hope that accompanies your talent? Any particular song?

I’m particularly fond of the sound of a cello, Hauser makes it sound so beautiful. There is something special about the sound of Cello that stirs the soul. Alone, Together is a lovely example.

Do you accessorize with jewelry? There was an opal necklace (cursed) and Slytherin’s locket (also cursed) in the Potter story. Have you had any heirloom jewelry passed down through the generations? Is it more ‘keepsake’ or do you wear it on occasion? (Hopefully, yours was not cursed?)

I’ve gone through spells when I wore jewelry that would give any gypsy a run for her looks. And other times, I wear almost none. I have my grandmother’s necklace, I don’t wear it very often. I’m scared I’ll lose it. My granddaughters will be receiving all of my jewelry when I pass.

Melanie’s Ordinary Muggle Questions:

What ingredients go into YOUR favorite salad?

Red leaf lettuce, kale, spinach, endive, cucumbers, celery, apples and pears, walnuts, and sharp cheese. If I don’t have fruit than tomatoes and radishes.

If you care to, share something that really irritates you.

When a person says their ready any time you are but than you have to sit and wait an hour for them. GRRRRRR

What are your favorite ‘lounging around the house’ items of clothing?  Now that a lot of people ‘lounge around the house’ waiting for the all clear in respect to Covid being shown the door, have those lounging items changed?

I’ve always worn a comfy bathrobe before covid and during covid. I putter around the house then shower and dress for the day. Why ruin nice clothes?

GRATITUDE (as always this is optional) I’m grateful that I have people to love in my life and I’m loved in return. I’m blessed to have awesome fur babies.


Maine

#30 Day Challenge 2000’s

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/25/30-day-album-challenge-day-25/

“One of rock’s great voices meets one of country’s great voices, tackling an inspired, roots-minded songbook with sonic guru T-Bone Burnett. Krauss sounds bluesy, even lusty; when she sings “I could never kill a man” on Gene Clark’s “Through the Morning, Through the Night,” you’re actually not 100 percent sure. Plant, meanwhile, dials it down so far, it’s often hard to identify the dude who sang “Black Dog.” Yet the nuance in his vocals is as impressive as it is unprecedented. Tender, haunting, brilliant.”~ Rolling Stone Magazine.

Robert Plant had already expanded his musical horizons beyond his Rock God past by the time he made Raising Sand with bluegrass and country singer Alison Krauss in 2007.

Coupled with Krauss’ sweet soprano, Plant’s voice, dropped to a deep growl on some of Raising Sand‘s most effective and haunting moments, finds new registers and purpose. He’s not the swaggering rock ‘n’ roll beast he was three decades earlier, and the soft, nuanced tones he applies to many of the songs revealed the great world singer he grew into over the years. For a steamrolling British vocalist who was accused of ripping off blues music so many years before, Plant sounds like a genuinely sensitive Americana artist on Raising Sand.

https://ultimateclassicrock.com/robert-plant-alison-krauss-raising-sand/?utm_source=tsmcli

Rich Woman… is one my favorite songs on the album.

I got a woman with plenty of money
She got the money and I got the honey
Called my baby late last night
She told me daddy everything was all right

She got the money and I got the honey
She got the money and I got the honey
She got the money and I got the honey

I don’t have to worry about her she’s real fine
I know my baby and she’s all mine
She give me a Cadillac, a diamond ring
She told me daddy don’t you worry bout a thing

She got the money and I got the honey
She got the money and I got the honey
She got the money and I got the honey

She’s all mine and I’m so glad
She’s the best woman that I ever had
She’s all mine and I’m so glad
She’s all mine and I’m so glad
She’s all mine and I’m so glad

Ah, stop your train
Ah mama stop your train

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Dorothy Labostrie / Mckinley Millet

Rich Woman lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

The other is Through the Morning through the Night

Believe me when I tell you
I will try to understand
Believe me when I tell you
I could never kill a man

But to know that another man’s holding you tight
Hurts me, little darling
Thru the morning thru the night

The bond has been broken
The promise you gave
The words that were spoken
I can not be your slave

But to know that the trust you had in me is gone
Hurts me, little darling
Through the nighttime through the dawn

I dreamed just last night you were there by my side
Your sweet loving tenderness
Easing my pride

But then I awoke and found you not there
It was just my old memory of how much I care

Believe me when I tell you
I will try to understand
Believe me when I tell you
I could never kill a man

But to know that another man’s holding you tight
Hurts me little, darling
Through the morning through the night

Source: Musixmatch

Songwriters: Gene Clark

Through The Morning Through The Night lyrics © Gene Clark Music, Irving Music, Inc.

# 30 Day Album Challenge

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/22/30-day-album-challenge-day-22/

Album with a really cool sleeve… hmmm I’m going with Johnny Cash, ‘American IV: The Man Comes Around’ (2002). The album cover was all black which was so perfect for the man in black. Sadly, it was the last album he released before he died.

The cover was a perfect tribute to a great man.

I remember reading it’s the perfect way for the Man in Black to fade to black.

My favorite song on this album is Hurt…Johnny did a cover of the song by Trent Reznor of Nine Inch Nails. They’re both good but I do prefer Johnny’s version because it sounds more poignant to me than Trent Reznor’s version.

I hurt myself today
To see if I still feel
I focus on the pain
The only thing that’s real

The needle tears a hole
The old familiar sting
Try to kill it all away
But I remember everything

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurt

I wear this crown of thorns
Upon my liar’s chair
Full of broken thoughts
I cannot repair

Beneath the stains of time
The feelings disappear
You are someone else
I am still right here

What have I become
My sweetest friend?
Everyone I know
Goes away in the end

And you could have it all
My empire of dirt
I will let you down
I will make you hurtI

f I could start again
A million miles away
I will keep myself
I would find a way

Source: LyricFind

Songwriters: Trent Reznor

Hurt lyrics © Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

This song has inspired some interesting writing for me. I’ve hurt myself too, to see if I still feel pain. There are times, I feel so numb I’m not sure I do feel anything.

#30 Day Challenge

https://sandmanjazz.wordpress.com/2020/09/21/30-day-album-challenge-day-21/

A favorite soundtrack oddly enough is still Dirty Dancing. The music is fun to listen too. But there are other reasons as well.

When the movie came out my daughter, Amanda and her friend Holly loved this movie. We watched it over and over, We giggled as we tried dancing like they did. I play the album from time to time and dance in the living room just like we did all those years ago. Sometimes, we need music that makes us smile.

#SLS Canadian Music

https://jimadamsauthordotcom.wordpress.com/2020/09/19/o-canada/

Woohoo, this prompt gives me the opportunity to share Leonard Cohen. Thank you Jim.

Cohen shared a common passion with me, we love writing poetry. The Spice-Box of Earth helped expand the audience for Cohen’s poetry, helping him reach out to the poetry scene in Canada, outside the confines of McGill University. The book also helped Cohen gain critical recognition as an important new voice in Canadian poetry.

His styles vary so much in his poetry.

Waiting for Marianne from “Flowers for Hitler”

I have lost a telephone
with your smell in it
I am living beside the radio
all the stations at once
but I pick out a Polish lullaby
I pick it out of the static
it fades I wait I keep the beat
it comes back almost alseep

Did you take the telephone
knowing I’d sniff it immoderately
maybe heat up the plastic
to get all the crumbs of your breath

and if you won’t come back
how will you phone to say
you won’t come back
so that I could at least argue

Silence

and a deeper silence

when the crickets

hesitate

“Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash.”—Leonard Cohen.

“Judy Collins recalls that when she first met him, he said he couldn’t sing or play the guitar, nor did he think “Suzanne” was even a song:

And then he played me “Suzanne”  … I said, “Leonard, you must come with me to this big fundraiser I’m doing” … Jimi Hendrix was on it. He’d never sung [in front of a large audience] before then. He got out on stage and started singing. Everybody was going crazy—they loved it. And he stopped about halfway through and walked off the stage. Everybody went nuts. … They demanded that he come back. And I demanded; I said, “I’ll go out with you.” So we went out, and we sang it. And of course, that was the beginning of an incredible musical career.”

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leonard_Cohen

I cried when I heard Leonard passed. I have every album he made and his poetry books.