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My thoughts released; a mind set free |
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These pages contain my thoughts, from meandering ideas and persuasions to deep cerebrations and serious mentations. Why, for what purpose? To release my mind and set creativity free. Somewhere inside the constraints of my mind dwells a writer, a poet, an artist who paints with words. In here I release those constraints and set the artist free. Perhaps, lost somewhere in the depths of thought, is a story or a poem, waiting to be written. |
| I've always enjoyed a wide assortment of music and over time my tastes have developed to include a lot of popular songs, yet other songs many enjoy I find don't do anything for me. They're alright, but they just don't move me. Sometimes as I listen to songs I enjoy, people not familiar with my eccentric tastes in music are surprised; this includes people of all ages. I was contemplating my musical likes and what shaped my musical eccentricity over the years and decided it likely began at a young age, when my mind was developing and easily influenced by the many styles of music I was subjected to. My grandparents listened to big-band music, polkas, and even traditional or folk music (barn-dance). My parents enjoyed western and country, while my older siblings listened to songs from the late fifties and sixties. Of course, they all had vinyl records of their favorites that I would borrow and listen to. In time, I began buying some records as well, often influenced as much by the album art as by the songs recorded. Often, I would like the imagery and see a few songs I knew from other records or from the radio. One such album was "The Best of Dr. Hook and The Medicine Show" . Most of the songs I had never heard but there were a few I liked such as, Sylvia's Mother, Cover of The Rolling Stones, and Carry me Carrie. I remember putting the album on and starting it, eager for the songs I liked and curious about the ones I didn't know. The album had these songs: Sylvia's Mother Acapulco Goldie Freakin' at the Freaker’s Ball Makin' It Natural Penicillin Penny The Cover of the "Rolling Stone" Get My Rocks Off Carry Me, Carrie Queen of the Silver Dollar Roland the Roadie and Gertrude the Groupie Of course, if you're familiar with these songs, you know they weren't the kind of songs my parents would have approved of for a boy in his teens. But, being in my teens in the 1970s, I instantly developed a fondness for all of them. Quite a few of the songs were, as my mother called them, raunchy and corrupting, but she did not take the album and I was able to play it as long as it was turned down low enough she couldn't hear it. One song in particular that likely defiled my developing gray-matter was this one: Luckily, all I had was the album art and not the video or who knows how much more damage could have been done~ A proud member of "WdC SuperPower Reviewers Group"  "Reading soothes the soul, writing sets it free." T.J. |
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