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Random rambling

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I grew up in New Jersey and had many Italian friends. These Italian friends had Italian mothers who cooked. Boy howdy, did they ever. So when I saw this list the other day I knew I would do pretty well…

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Though I do have a tendency to make my bruschetta a soft middle consonant instead of hard.

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It’s bush hogging season in the country and when the man comes to do our neighbor’s field …

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We have him do our back half acre to the woods as well.

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Our backyard leaves have turned, but like the rest of the state not vibrantly.

Are you thinking about moving? Maybe into a slightly larger home?

If so, I’ve got your back.

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And if the high cost seems out of reach, just know it’s the house where Dark Shadows was filmed years ago. Walking the halls with Barnabas Collins? You can’t put a price on that.

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Am I the only one who does this? You’re driving down the road when you hear a song you want to add to your iPod so you take a picture of the radio for future reference?

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Considering no one uses iPods anymore, I’m going to guess yes.

I’m the only dinosaur who does this.

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I’ve long considered myself a tree hugging liberal without ever giving much thought to actually hugging a tree.

Until I read this..

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Who knew?

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Random stuff of very little importance.

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I love to read. And since I do a lot of it, I love a library book sale.

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Two dollars for hardcovers, $1, for paperbacks makes me feel less guilty that these two stacks will be finished in a month and a half.

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This martini is for Mark. Made with fresh watermelon puree it was utterly delightful.

Really!

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This makes me even more glad I can’t stand the stuff.

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Remember I spoke of this a while back?

A third less tourists is not good for Maine’s economy.

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The husband, examining a wagon wheel fence he saw at a yard sale. Needless to say he was disappointed the wheels were not for sale.

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This is Pia.

I’m cat sitting for a neighbor this week… and when Pia wants to be petted?

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You’d better pet.

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Best advice I’ve heard in a while.

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News you can’t use.

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You know I’ll never run out of stupid headlines. The world can be a stupid place…

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I have to wonder about this. Wouldn’t 30 bottles of bull sperm have been sufficient?

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Kendall, give your nipples a rest. I’m tired of their antics.

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I’m gonna go out on a limb here and say swim.

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I think I’ve been listening to music incorrectly for a long time. Damn.

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Ear boners.

I have officially heard everything now.

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Just… wow.

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So bad, they’re good.

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Sometimes you just need a stupid laugh. And I found quite a few the other day when this stupid page appeared on my Facebook feed.

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And yes, they’re as delightfully bad as you’d expect.

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I’m guessing that won’t be easy listening.

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Wow.

And you know he was proud of that hair.

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That’s got to hurt.

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I’m guessing Jesus would pass.

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I like to think I have a wide and varied knowledge of music… but I have to admit, this album escaped my notice.

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Let’s play.

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You know the drill.

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While I can think of quite a few songs that pull at my heart strings or choke me up on occasion…. there’s only one that turns me into a blubbering mess every single time.

I’m an only child of older parents and was a daddy’s girl from day one.

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I lost him when I was 15 and to be honest, I still haven’t gotten over it.

The song that makes me cry every time?

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How about you?

What tune always makes your eyes leak?

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I never thought I’d say it, but it’s true.

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Yes, I hate to admit it…. but I do.

I like a Miley Cyrus song.

The annoying, immature, in your face, twerking, sexpot daughter of the Achy Breaky Heart guy. Ugh.

I never thought it would be possible but her new song “Flowers” has burrowed its way into my head and is happily stuck there.

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Guess I’m not the only one.

Is she telling her ex husband Liam Hemsworth she’s finally over him and ready to move on? Definitely.

Is it turning into a monster women’s anthem of independence and empowerment? No doubt about it.

I still don’t like her… but it’s an ear worm that might be with me for a while.

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https://youtu.be/G7KNmW9a75Y

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Let’s play.

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You know I’m not going to stop posting these. You might as well play along….

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For me there’s only one answer. The band that provided the soundtrack to my adolescent formative years…

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Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.

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Great harmony… and snappy dressers too.

When Neil left the band, I happily followed his solo career but still loved the remaining CSN.

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My iPod is full of their songs and my vinyl crates hold a lot of their albums. Timeless music and a sentimental walk down memory lane.

How about you? Who are your favorite harmonizers…

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More antiquing in the Mid Coast.

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Too many antique stores, too little time. Not to mention money.

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Mantiques? That sounded like trouble…. and as soon as we walked through the door of the large converted barn I feared my checkbook might not survive.

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1939 Rockola Art Deco juke box with unusual pop up speaker? Fabulous! The husband drooled on behalf of the man cave, but I broke his heart and refused to fork over $9,995.00.

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You know it’s not your every day thrift store when you see things like this.

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Embalming pump? That’s a coffee table piece sure to spark scintillating conversations.

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Any ideas what that is…?

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Apparently pumps of all sorts are popular.

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I got a huge kick out of the price tag description on this item.

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Lock the kids in the sweat box. That’ll keep ‘em quiet.

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If a naked blonde doesn’t encourage Junior to save his pennies, nothing will.

Three full floors of amazing items later we almost made it out the door without purchasing anything and then…

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The husband fell in love.

A long conversation with the owner followed. Photos of the Barn Mahal were shared, placement of the item was discussed. Meanwhile, I sought the price tag…

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And while slightly less painful than the first jukebox, it was still a tad more than I planned on spending that day.

Husband eyes were flashing that “I have to own it!” look and yours truly had to do some quick thinking.

A jukebox.

From 1946?

It only played 78’s!

Perry Como, Doris Day, Mitch Miller, Bing Crosby? Not man cave music. Nope. Not even close.

Phew! That was close.

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In case you haven’t seen the movie….

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I admit it, the original Top Gun has always been a guilty pleasure of mine.

The beach volleyball scene? Come on…. it’s a veritable beefcake cinematic masterpiece.

So when the sequel was released? I was on it like white on rice.

Yes, Tom Cruise is an ass in real life… but as cocksure Pete Mitchell he rocks.

The action sequences were stunning, the emotional scenes with a very ill and physically changed Val Kilmer? Tender and emotionally fraught.

But it’s the Lady Gaga theme song that’s been sticking in my head.

Love her or hate her, ya gotta admit it she brings it.

( And if you hate her? Please unfriend me, I can’t take that kind of negativity. 😉)

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