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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 12/01/2007 :  23:33:47  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
BESSIE SMITH

When she came north the interviewer
asked her why she
wore a sequined dress

She laughed
up from her belly she smiled, said
I wear these sparkles
to fool people a while

Make 'em think I dropped
down from the stars 'stead of
comin' up out of
the river

DL


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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2007 :  13:10:26  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
"Go on, go on up ahead and wait for me where the river
branches off." Dad didn't want me to have to walk as slow
as he did. I knew he wanted to run with me and jump up beside
me to pull some low-hanging moss from the trees. The simplest
things had been the most fun in the raising of me by my Dad.
He taught me to linger on things that were pleasant and to stay
a long while with those who made me laugh. He taught me that
the best things in life ARE free !! "No, Dad . . I'm hangin' with
you today !! If we walk at a slower pace, we can talk. If we
run, we'll be out of breath." "Well, son. That sounds good to
me. When we get back to the house, I'm gonna start whittlin' me
another walkin' stick ! But, it's the runnin' stick I really
want !!"

BGee
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1782 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2007 :  19:12:15  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
When I'm not working maintenance, I work the front desk.
It balances out to be about 60/40... front desk/unclogging toilets.
At first, when the new schedule got posted, I'd ask my boss whether I should “dress for people, or trash”. Lately, it's been more clearly defined.
Mostly it just means a different shirt, and a closer shave.

Front desk can be mind numbingly dull hours interspersed with moments like plate spinning Chinese fire drills. Five people checking in, three phone lines lit, and at least one guest, pissed off about something, wanting to be served first.

You see it all at the front desk of a hotel.
Often the worst of people come out when they are road worn, tired and hungry.
Had a guest check in last night who insisted she'd reserved a Queen and had been put into a room with a Full sized bed. The clerk on duty tried to convince her she was wrong, but the disagreement spilled over into my shift this morning. I was ready to take out a measuring tape to prove she was wrong... but then again, the guest isn't EVER wrong.

Sometimes, no matter how many miles you've traveled, and how much "snow is on the roof", people can still surprise the hell out of you.
Had a couple and their sons stay with us for three or four weeks. The wife was ever so polite and fastidious... always borrowing vacuums, cleansers and brooms from housekeeping. Getting her own fresh towels and linens at least once a day.
Susie homemaker.

They checked out suddenly last week. Husband came to me at the front desk needing a battery jump and asking about his security deposit. I pulled his account up on the computer, told him we indeed owed him a few bucks, and he went off with our chief of maintenance, Jim, to get his car started... telling me he'd be back in a few for his money.
Next thing I know, the family car sped past the office and out of the parking lot.
Then Jim came to the desk and said, "you've got to see 145… NOW". So I locked the drawer and followed him down the hall to a room that had been totally destroyed. Both chest of drawers shattered... garbage and waste everywhere. Paint job totally ruined... even the electrical outlet covers had been striped from the walls.
Jim and I spent the better part of two days rebuilding that room.

Just goes to show you... you're never too old to have the wool pulled over your peepers.
Jim and I often whistle the same song at work.
Hotel California.


Edited by - Jonmark on 12/03/2007 20:12:51
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 12/02/2007 :  21:12:49  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Jonmark, I'm right there with you. Hotels and motels. I
used to stay in the ones I played at when I was on the
lounge lizard circuit. Boy, you'd think the circus was
in town every night. Then there's the Hotel Myspace...
where Mickey's nephew(?) showed up to say hi a while ago.
Turns out to be the same one who won the big raffle that
first gathering after Mickey passed on. Those who were
there remember, recall the worries over whether it would
be a tear festival, all about the sadness of losing him
(and it was, at times), or if the music would lift us, or
if somehow we'd get a signal, you know?. When they picked
that ticket for the raffle winner - was it you, Roy? or Ron?
- the folks did a double take. Mickey's nephew was the
winner. His name? Mickey Newbury.

Tonight on Mickey's myspace page I got a message from a woman
by the name of Snow, telling me how her mother used to play
Mickey's music to her when she was little. A few messages later
I learn that her two names are Snow Jewel. I mention that Sammi
Smith had that pretty name, Jewel. Turns out that Snow Jewel
is Sammi's daughter.

I told her about meeting Sammi in 2003 at the Gathering, that
we'd go out and have a smoke and talk a bit while her dog Gator
watered the bushes. Snow Jewel said she remembered her mom talking
about me, about a song of mine. Who knows? I'd like to believe
that. I also told Snow Jewel about Girl Hero, the song I wrote for
her mother after she passed, the one Laura sang at the Gathering
soon after Sammi left us. Long story short, I emailed Laura's
rendition of that song to Snow Jewel tonight. She wrote back to
thank me, said the song made her cry, that it brought back twenty
years of memories of her mom.

It's not always easy being clear about why we do music, why we
write songs, spend more than we make. Must be a matter of the
heart's longing. Jonmark works in a hotel wearing two different
shirts, I work a couple of jobs to keep it together. Happenstances
like tonight's bring it all back into focus. Yes, indeed.

GIRL HERO

Concert halls and highways
Diners, old motels
Saturday night guitar pulls
Sunday mornin' bells
From Charlie Brown, See You Around
To the Toast Of '45
Makin' gigs and raisin' kids
Tryin' to stay alive

One more introduction
Thank you
One more package show
Those outlaw boys and their outlaw joys
Where did they all go?
Waylon called me Girl Hero
Mickey shared his light
And in Tennessee, Kris helped me
To make it through the night

I was born in Orange in '43
One hot August day
An Apache girl in a world at war
They named me Jewel Fay
I first stood alone at a microphone
Eleven years of age
And I lived to see my boy and me
On the Grand Ole Opry stage

One more introduction
Thank you
For all the love you show
Those outlaw boys and outlaw joys
I'm with 'em now, you know
Waylon called me Girl Hero
Mick and Willie shared their light
And in Tennessee, Kris helped me
To make it through the night

DL


http://www.myspace.com/mickeynewbury

Edited by - Doug L on 12/02/2007 21:58:06
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1782 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  06:40:21  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Very very cool Douglas.
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Joe Z
Windchimer

USA
1766 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  07:50:24  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Good job, D.
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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  09:26:28  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Very visual and very good. Thank you, Doug

Karen Runk
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Lois
Windchimer

USA
1556 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  12:01:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Lois an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
.....the circle is unbroken....
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  20:21:47  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Walt said it well . . .

"It's a small world, after all." You have a special gift, Doug.
But, I know that you already know that.

BGee
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Jonmark
Windchimer

USA
1782 Posts

Posted - 12/03/2007 :  20:45:56  Show Profile  Visit Jonmark's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

I'll never forget what it felt like to share a stage with Sammi.
After the first song, the first night, as the applause was dying down, she turned to me and said "I SURE wish you lived closer to Oklahoma".

Suddenly, a thirty year old picture in my mind's hard drive pushed it's way front and center of a young, petite, Sammi in a mini skirt... barefooted.
Maybe she felt thirty years younger, too.
Then Gator got hungry for attention and the spell was broken.
At least my spell was.

But I'll never forget.
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BarbraG
Windchimer

1802 Posts

Posted - 12/05/2007 :  20:56:25  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I was looking back to see if I could still see you as I
rode over the ridge and headed toward town. The rain was
coming down really hard. It was time to go for the doctor.
The baby's arrival couldn't have come at a worse time. We had
been hoping to get into town long before labor started, but
life got a jump on our plans. The best laid plans . . . you know
how that goes. I sure hated to leave you alone but, with the
weather coming in, I really had no choice. I knew I would stand
a better chance of getting Doc back to the farm than getting you
into town. I hadn't really thought of what my life would be like
without you . . . until now. The horse stumbled and nearly fell.
He was terrified of the thunder and lightning. But, I pushed him
even harder. And harder. All my hopes and dreams were riding
on him. I had to make it back to you in time. What was the
alternative ?
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 12/07/2007 :  17:05:06  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
The water came at me from all directions.
The Great One came out of the mist.
He said, You have been vain of late; it displeases the spirits.
I said, All men are vain.
Vanity is not what most people think it is.
When a man is vain, it only means that he is pleased with the effect he has
on other people.
Forgive me, Father, but for too many years I didn't care.

Suffer me my indulgence...
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Craig
Firefly

Kyrgyzstan
3744 Posts

Posted - 12/07/2007 :  21:47:46  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply

Vanity of vanities...all is vanity, saith the Preacher.

~ Craig
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 12/08/2007 :  19:37:33  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Thought we'd made it
We had the world on a string
Thought we'd traded
Broken dreams for wedding rings
When you left
It took evrything
To stop my hands from shakin'
When you left
It took evrything,
Darlin,
To find what you had taken...

Thought we'd done it
We were friends, we were lovers
Thought I'd finally
Forgotten about the others
When you left
You took the part of me
That made the pieces whole
When you left
You took the heart from me
Sweetheart,
I've got nowhere left to go

When we're apart
There's no rhythm to the rhyme
When we're apart
There's no reason for the time
When we're apart
I'm only halfway to being me
When we're apart
I'm so far from where I need to be

Thought you needed me
And I'd see you at my door
Thought we'd try again
Take a shot at something more
When you left
There was nothing left to prove
When you left
There were no mountains I could move

When we're apart
There's no rhythm to the rhyme
When we're apart
There's no reason for the time
When we're apart
I'm only halfway to being me
When we're apart
I'm so far from where I need to be

Hank Beukema revbuckman music 2007


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Karen Runk
Firefly

USA
4923 Posts

Posted - 12/08/2007 :  20:03:09  Show Profile  Edit Reply  Send Karen Runk an AOL message  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Hank, if Mickey was reading this I think he'd like it very much. It really has the flavor of a Newbury song. Beautiful.

Karen Runk
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 12/08/2007 :  23:56:54  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
I ask my mother to sing.
She begins, and my grandmother joins her.
Mother and daughter sing like young girls.
If my father were alive, he would play
his accordion, and sway like a boat.

I've never been to Peking, or the Summer Palace,
nor stood on the great Stone Boat to watch
the rain begin on Kuen Ming Lake, the picknickers
running away in the grass.

But I love to hear it sung;
how the waterlilies fill with rain until
they overturn, spilling water into water,
then rock back, and fill with more.

Both women have begun to cry.
But neither stops her song.

Li-Young Lee


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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 12/09/2007 :  00:15:05  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
It's been awhile now since I've written about my father.
He is 85, has lived the past three years in a care home,
the result of Alzheimer's and a series of strokes. The
best times are in the morning when the world outside of
his own can enter. Later in the day, parts of him drift
away. Sometimes he will count with numbers, persisting
even when you talk of other things.

The last time I saw him, my parents' 60th anniversary,
he drank a lone ounce of champagne and nearly died from
a coughing fit. A helluva way to go, pops, I thought to
myself. Later, as mom was opening the gift containing a
diamond necklace my sister had bought on my dad's behalf,
my father fell asleep, his chin resting on his chest.

My parents had just become great grandparents a week before,
and Aidan, my grand nephew, was at the anniversary dinner
in the care home. He was not much more lively than my dad,
truth be told, sleeping with those soft breaths babes take.

There have been a few occasions when my father's pulse has
disappeared briefly, but every time, just as the nurses were
thinking he has passed, his heart restarted and dad lurched
to life, talking a blue streak, more lucid than before the
lapse in consciousness.

There is a sadness within the cocoon of this experience. My
mother is weary from the daily visits, travelling by bus to
spend a few hours with a man who may, or may not, remember
that she is his wife.

There is also humour. For me, my feelings checked until later,
there is a fascination with how the mind's archipelago breaks
away from the mainland of the person you knew. There have been
moments when I sit with a young sailor in an old man's body,
listening to him tell me about things that happened before he
met my mother, before I was born.

Not long ago a woman named Julie, a woman with light all around
her body, brought a tape recorder to the care home and invited
my father to sing a number of duets with her. I have the songs
on a cd now, can usually only listen to one at a time. But I've
learned the songs now and, singing with my father, tonight I
made it with him, through to the end.

Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.

Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.

And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.


Dylan Thomas


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andrew p
Firefly

USA
3934 Posts

Posted - 12/09/2007 :  10:11:55  Show Profile  Visit andrew p's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Alzehimers is a thief...stealing the mind & the soul...blessings on those who have it, those who love those who have it, and those who give care to those who have it...

Bless you Doug...your Mom & your Dad.

andrew

Those who danced were thought to be quite insane by those who could not hear the music. -- -John Milton

Edited by - andrew p on 12/09/2007 10:12:45
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buckman
Firefly

USA
2701 Posts

Posted - 12/13/2007 :  18:36:11  Show Profile  Visit buckman's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
There's something about a snowstorm
That makes me want to drink
But it's the long time livin alone
That makes me stop and think
There were Christmas's I mostly missed
Birthdays and graduations too
There was always time for whiskey
But not near enough for you...

I watched the first snowflakes fall
And thought of both of you
The way you always put up with me
The ways you saw me thru
I don't know how many ways
There were to let you down
But I must have tried them all
Before I finally sank and drowned

Your family's always the first to know
And the last ones by your side
When you crawl inside a bottle
And start that downhill ride
It started with a little ice
But it turned into one long slide
I left them in the wintertime
And I left behind my pride


There's something about a snowstorm
That makes me want to drink
But it's the long time livin alone
That makes me stop and think
There were Christmas's I mostly missed
Birthdays and graduations too
There was always time for whiskey
But not near enough for you...

Jess, there was always time for whiskey
But not near enough for you...

Hank Beukema revbuckman music 2007
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Doug L
Firefly

Canada
5421 Posts

Posted - 12/14/2007 :  02:33:51  Show Profile  Visit Doug L's Homepage  Edit Reply  Reply with Quote  View user's IP address  Delete Reply
Just as the winged energy of delight
carried you over many chasms early on,
now raise the daringly imagined arch
holding up the astounding bridges.

Miracle doesn't lie only in the amazing
living through and defeat of danger;
miracles become miracles in the clear
achievement that is earned.

To work with things is not hubris
when building the association beyond words;
denser and denser the pattern becomes -
being carried along is not enough.

Take your well-disciplined strengths
and stretch them between two
opposing poles. Because inside human beings
is where God learns.

Rainer Maria Rilke


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