posted August 18, 2013 11:45 PM            

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OlBifX0H3yg

BLINDED BY THE LIGHT - MANFRED MANN'S EARTH BAND
Lyrics & Music by Bruce Springsteen

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night (x3)

Madman drummers bummers,
Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a Boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the MERRY-GO-ROUND
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the CALLIOPE crashed to the ground
The CALLIOPE crashed to the ground
But she was...

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
runner in the night (X4)

Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on SONNY to something strong,
play the song with the funky break"
And go-CARt Mozart was checkin' out the WEATHER CHART to see if it was safe outside
And little Early-Pearly came by in his curly-wurly and asked me if I needed a ride
Asked me if I needed a ride
But she was...

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night
Blinded by the light
She got down but she never got tired
She's gonna make it through the night
She's gonna make it through the night
But mama, that's where the fun is
But mama, that's where the fun is
Mama always told me not to look into the eye's of the SUN
But mama, that's where the fun is
Some brimstone baritone anticyclone Rolling Stone Preacher from the east
Says, "Dethrone the dictaphone, hit it in it's FUNNY BONE,
that's where they expect it least"
And some new-mown chaperone was standin' in the corner,
watching the young girls dance
And some fresh-sown MOONstone was messin' with his frozen zone, reminding him of romance
The CALLIOPE crashed to the ground
But she was...

Blinded by the light,
revved up like a deuce,
another runner in the night (X9)

Blinded by the light
Madman drummers bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat
In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat
With a Boulder on my shoulder, feelin' kinda older,
I tripped the MERRY-GO-ROUND
With this very unpleasin', sneezin' and wheezin,
the CALLIOPE crashed to the ground
Now Scott with a slingshot finally found a tender spot and throws his lover in the sand
And some bloodshot forget-me-not said daddy's within earshot save the buckshot, turn up the band
Some silicone sister with a manager mister told me I go what it takes
She said "I'll turn you on Sonny to something strong"

LOve & LIght,
Stephanie

PS.

DEUCE
Noun
1. a tie in tennis or table tennis that requires winning two successive points to win the game
(hypernym) tie
2. the cardinal number that is the sum of one and one or a numeral representing this number
(synonym) two, 2, II
(hypernym) digit, figure
(hyponym) craps, snake eyes
3. a word used in exclamations of confusion; "what the devil"; "the deuce with it"; "the dickens you say"
(synonym) devil, dickens
(hypernym) exclamation, exclaiming
4. one of the four playing cards in a deck that have two spots
(hypernym) playing card

Deuce coupé (AKA: "The Holy Grail" of Hot Rods)
During the period after WWII, Model Bs and 18s were frequently rodded. This continued into the 1960s on a large scale, as noted in the hit song. Today, the roadster and coupé are the most sought after body styles, as these were popular for street rods and hotrods; unmodified examples have become rare. Since the 1970s, 1932 bodies and frames have been reproduced either in fiberglass or lately in steel, which has helped resolve sheetmetal shortages, and increased the number of rods being created or restored. These are often very expensive, and a typical show-quality car may sell for $60,000 or more.

posted August 19, 2013 12:48 AM            

COUNTY FAIR - BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN

Every year when summer comes around
They stretch a banner 'cross the main street in town
You can feel somethin's happenin' in the air
Well, from Carol's house up on Telegraph Hill
You can see the lights going up out in Soldiers Field
Getting ready, for the county fair

County fair, county fair,
Everybody in town'll be there
So come on, hey we're goin' down there
(hey) Little girl with the long blond hair
Come win your daddy one of them stuffed bears
Baby, down at the country fair

Now you'll be hangin' tight when we hit the top
And that rollercoaster's ready to drop
And your braggin', how you wasn't even scared
Well baby you know I just love the sound
Of that PIPE ORGAN on the MERRY-GO-ROUND
Baby, down at the county fair

County fair, county fair,
Everybody in town'll be there
So come on, hey we're goin' down there
(hey) Little girl with the long blond hair
Come win your daddy one of them stuffed bears
Baby, down at the country fair

At the north end of the field they set up a stand
And they got a little rock and roll band
People dancin' out in the open air
It's James YOUNG and the IMMORTAL ONES
Two guitars, (baby) bass and drums
Just rockin', down at the county fair

(well) County fair, county fair
Everybody in town'll be there
So come on, we're goin' down there
Little girl with the long blond hair
Come win your daddy one of them stuffed bears
Baby, down at the county fair

Now it's getting late before we head back to town
We let that FORTUNE WHEEL spin around
Come on mister tell me what's waiting out there
On my way out I steal a kiss in the dark
Hope I can REMEMBER where our car's parked
Baby, out at the county fair

Now off down the highway there's the last stream of cars
We sit a while in my front yard
With the radio playin' soft and low
I pull CAROL close to my heart
And I lean back and stare up at the STARS
Oh I wish, I'd never have to let this moment go

CAROL - Song of Joy.
1. a joyful hymn or religious song, esp one (a Christmas carol ) celebrating the birth of Christ
2. archaic an old English circular dance

http://brucespringsteen.net/songs/county-fair

posted August 28, 2013 03:09 PM            

My 10 year-old daughter and I are pretty big fans of Bruce Springstein's E Street Band drummer, Max Weinberg.
He's also known for being Conan O'Brian's bandleader.

Did you know...

posted September 04, 2013 08:42 AM            

Just a year or so prior, he’d been on the covers of both Time and Newsweek at the same time, and had recently blown critics away with a series of shows at New York’s Bottom Line. So, clearly, he had already grown into something beyond simple rock star.

But even with two albums of his sitting in milk crates next to my home stereo, I still had no idea.

Not that is, until I saw Springsteen live for the very first time. Only — and I kid you not — the very night I first saw him, I didn’t just watch him nearly reduce a small theater in Upstate New York to a pile of rubble, I actually had a hand in making it happen.

Let me explain.

I had been tending bar at the time, attempting to forestall adulthood for as long as possible, when my father phoned a friend’s apartment in Boston, where I was visiting, and told me my next door neighbor, a fledgling promoter, had a job for me in Albany. I was to be at the Palace Theater by 5:00 p.m. on Sunday, at which point my concert-promoting buddy would provide me the details.

Turns out, I was only assigned one thing to do that night. My sole responsibility — beyond wearing a silly T-shirt — was to sit in the wings, and near the end of the show, during the instrumental break on "Born to Run," follow Springsteen, who at some point would jump down from the stage, and accompany him up the center aisle, holding his mic cord so that no fans stepped on it, grabbed it or pulled it.

That’s it.

If you’ve been lucky enough to have caught a live Springsteen show, you have a sense of what the next four hours were like.

Finally, as things approached their crescendo, the first titanic chords of "Born to Run" began to thunder and I popped to my feet, assuming my position beneath the band, dead center, roughly five feet below the stage. Then just as I’d been told, Springsteen leapt off the stage and down to my level as the crowd roared. He then made eye contact and gave me a quick smile, so I reached down, grabbed his mic cord and off we went.

Be My Husband
Jeff Buckley made me want to give myself to music, to love another, to live my life and get lost in it all

Get Up, Stand Up
The day Bob Marley personally asked me to stand up
By then, of course, my man-crush had all but made me want to start rethinking whatever sketchy plans I may have had for the rest of my life. But, fortunately, I kept it together and continued walking a few paces behind, watching as the man started to transcend — and I mean this in a very real and perhaps even historic way — the whole concept of rock star. Because right before my eyes and no more than ten feet away Bruce Springsteen was slowly transforming himself into “The Boss.”

But that’s not what I remember most. It’s what happened next. As we made our way back to the stage, I dropped the cord and began retreating to the shadows. But as I walked I felt the band holding the final note of the break for an extended period.

Suddenly, I heard Springsteen’s voice yelling “Hey ... Hey!!!” I turned around and there he was in all his ragged glory, striped T-shirt, tight faded jeans and pointy black boots, looking straight at me with his eyebrows raised, his hands cupped thigh-high and his fingers interlocked.

Apparently, not only was the stage too high, but his jeans too tight to allow him to vault back onto it. So after a few futile stabs, and with the band feverishly holding that one last note, Springsteen did what any red-blooded, self-respecting rock star might have done under the circumstances. He cupped his hands together and gave me the universal boost sign.

As I raced center stage and cupped my hands together, I felt a strong hand grasp my left shoulder and looked down to see a worn leather boot resting in my clutches. So with a mighty shove, I hoisted it skyward. As Springsteen landed onstage and spun around dramatically, the crowd exploded. He then looked down, gave me an emphatic fist pump and smiled a smile that I swear had enough kilowatt power to light up Jersey City.

Perhaps caught up in the moment, I immediately spun around, too, where I found myself face-to-face with 2,800 screaming, well-lubricated peers. At that point what else could I do? I howled my delight, raised both fists and started pumping them Rocky-style. Needless to say, the cheers somehow found an even higher gear as the final chorus at long last began to kick in and praise broken heroes and last-chance power drives.

I’d learn years later what a historic concert it had been that evening; how before it, Springsteen had been legally prevented from recording what would eventually become the moody and somber "Darkness on the Edge of Town" — and how he had used his “second” "Born to Run" tour as an occasion to bypass the suits and take his music straight to the people; to ditch his sunglasses and aloof persona; and to transform himself into the working-class hero we know and love today.

What I learned that night so many years ago was something that Springsteen has been singing about ever since: When your fellow man puts his hands together, looks you straight in the eye and asks you for a boost, you don’t think twice. You rise up to the occasion.

posted September 29, 2013 10:25 PM            

I'M A '73!

TINY DANCER

(Elton John/Bernie Taupin)

Blue-jean baby,
L.A. lady, seamstress for the band,
Pretty-eyed, pirate smile, you'll marry a music man.
Ballerina, you must have seen her dancing in the sand,
And now she's in me, always with me, Tiny Dancer in my hand.

Jesus freaks
Out in the streets
Handing tickets out for God;
Turning back she just laughs,
The BOULEVARD is not that bad.

Piano man
He makes his stand
In the auditorium;
Looking on
She sings the songs,
The words she knows,
The tune she hums

But oh,
How it feels so real lying here
With no one near,
Only you, and you can hear me
When I say softly, slowly --

Hold me closer, Tiny Dancer
Count the headlights
On the highway
Lay me down in sheets of linen,
you had a busy day today.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QHH3FoJUEbg&list=PLmtnrBPEKVYYlnLS7LFEsNQAlmd1zjukk& index=51

Tiny Dancer in the background with a (Capricorn) goat on Blondie's Rapture...lol.

posted September 29, 2013 11:20 PM            

And there is Water on Mars!

http://www.ibtimes.com/curiosity-discovers-plenty-evidence-water-mars-unusual-rock-1 412232

posted September 30, 2013 12:13 AM            

From the New York Times:
"And when the New York authorities ruled that her 18-year-old daughter, Sarah Snyder, had committed suicide in 1973, Mrs. Goodman, citing her daughter's astrological chart among other evidence, refused to believe that the body identified by her husband was Sarah's.

She later spent so much time trying to find her daughter that she was forever running out of money, at one point living for several months on the steps of St. Patrick's Cathedral."

THE MAP: Map of St. Patrick's by Broadway and the UWS (Upper West Side)...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-I_T3XvzPaM

DIAMONDS ON THE SOLES OF MY SHOES - PAUL SIMON - GRACELAND

(a-wa) O kod wa u zo-nge li-sa namhlange
(a-wa a-wa) Si-bona kwenze ka kanjani
(a-wa a-wa) Amanto mbazane ayeza

She’s a rich girl
She don’t try to hide it
Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes

He’s a poor boy
Empty as a pocket
Empty as a pocket with nothing to lose
Sing, Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Ta na na
Ta na na na
She got diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes
Diamonds on the soles of her shoes

People say she’s crazy
She’s got Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes
Well, that’s one way to lose these
Walking blues
Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes

She was physically forgotten
Then she slipped into my pocket
With my CAR KEYS
She said, “You’ve taken me for granted
Because I please you
Wearing these diamonds”

And I could say, Oo oo oo
As if everybody knows
What I’m talking about
As if everybody here would know
What I was talking about
Talking about Diamonds on the Soles of her Shoes

She makes the Sign of a Teaspoon<--try translating with Sign Language (ASL)
He makes the Sign of a Wave
The poor boy changes clothes
And puts on aftershave
To compensate for his ordinary Shoes

And she said, “Honey take me dancing”
But they ended up by SLEEPING
IN A DOORWAY <-- Can I get a Tosh.O web redemption?
By the bodegas and the lights on
Upper Broadway
Wearing Diamonds on the Soles of their Shoes

And I could say Oo oo oo
And EVERYBODY HERE would know
What I was talking about
I mean, everybody here would know exactly
What I was talking about
Talking about Diamonds

People say I’m crazy
I got Diamonds on the Soles of my Shoes
Well, that’s one way to lose
These walking blues
Diamonds on the soles of your shoes

© 1986 Words and Music by Paul Simon (Beginning by Paul Simon and Joseph Shabalala)

SOLE/SOUL/SOL

SOLE
noun, plural ( especially collectively )
1. Any tongue-shaped flatfish of the family Soleidae, esp Solea solea ( European sole ): most common in warm seas and highly valued as food fishes.

SOL (OR SOL= sh*t out of luck...lol)
2. a poetic word for the sun

SOUL noun
1. the principle of life, feeling, thought, and action in humans, regarded as a distinct entity separate from the body, and commonly held to be separable in existence from the body; the spiritual part of humans as distinct from the physical part.
2. the spiritual part of humans regarded in its moral aspect, or as believed to survive death and be subject to happiness or misery in a life to come: arguing the immortality of the soul.
6. ( modifier ) of or relating to Black Americans and their culture: soul brother ; soul food (historically Capricorn rules the Jewish race & Pisces rules the Black race)

******* If you think of a better Pisces pun. Let Minnow! *******

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are.
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky.

When the blazing sun is gone,
When he nothing shines upon,
Then you show your little light,
Twinkle, twinkle, all the night.

Then the traveller in the dark,
Thanks you for your tiny spark,
He could not see which way to go,
If you did not twinkle so.