Cheating Today

I have not been in a Fandango’s Friday Flashback in a while, and I found this post that is from two years ago, but it was actually posted on July 30th, not the 31st.  I thought that it was a pretty good post and it was written for Laura M. Bailey All The Shoes I Wear Manic Mondays 3 way Prompt: Ghostly, but it only got 13 likes and 2 comments.  I hope that it does better today.  I also added a new paragraph to the end of this story, which makes me a real cheater, but I don’t think that Fandango will mind all that much, since he is mentioned in the story.  It was originally titled My Blind Date.

This girl gave me two tickets to a concert which featured King Crimson, Procol Harum and Yes at the Academy of Music in New York City and she also set me up with a date.  The show was on November 24th 1971 which was the Wednesday before Thanksgiving and she told me that she could not go to the concert, because her family was going away and she had to go with them, but she said that she did not want the tickets to be wasted and that her friend would go with me.  I had heard of and listened to all three of these groups, but I was totally into the Grateful Dead at this time and this music was not very interesting to me, but her girlfriend was really cute and she lived on my block.  My street had this hill at one end of it where the houses were much bigger than the ones from my end and some of them had built in swimming pools in their back yards, so even thought it was the same street, it was like two different parts of town.

The big problem was that I was 18 and this girl was only 15, but I had dated younger girls before and as long as they are cute, I would rather be with them than someone my one age that was not.  King Crimson played some different music and I heard some of their stuff on the radio, but I did not know anything about the group except that they had 3 albums out ‘In the Court of the Crimson King’, ‘In the Wake of Poseidon’ and ‘Lizard’, and I did not know the name any of their songs.  I was a bit more familiar with Procol Harum, as they had 5 albums out and that song ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ was played a lot on the radio and I read that it was the biggest hit of the ‘Summer of Love’ back in 1967.  Yes only had one album out that was called ‘The Yes Album’ and it was getting a lot of airplay and this is the group that my date wanted to see.

I always liked that opening line to the song ‘Whiter Shade of Pale’ saying, “We skipped the light fandango” and this was way before I became acquainted with WordPress Fandango.  I read that someone located a missing verse to this and the final missing lines are below:
My mouth by then like cardboard
Seemed to slip straight through my head:
So we crashed, dived straight way quickly
And attacked the ocean bed

The song explores what it means to be wrecked, in more than one sense of the word, as it is a snapshot of a drunken sexual escapade gone awry, reaching its culmination in the oblivion and forgetfulness of sex.  Keith Reid of Procol Harum wrote the lyrics to this song.  Reid said that he got the idea for the title when he was at a party, this starting point allowed him to compose the rest of the song.  Reid said that he was given a piece of the puzzle, the inspiration or whatever that allowed him to fill out the picture, to find the rest of the picture that that piece fits into.  Kind of like having a prompt word to write about.

I have a different take on the meaning of this song and I think that it is about a groupie that wanted to travel around with the band.  In the beginning the band is partying in some club.  “We skipped the light fandango Turned cartwheels ‘cross the floor I was feeling kinda seasick But the crowd called out for more The room was humming harder As the ceiling flew away When we called out for another drink The waiter brought a tray And so it was that later.”  Everything seems pretty easy to comprehend till the next lyrics, “As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale.”  What the hell did this miller say to make her face become ghostly?  Let’s leave this for now and get back to the rest of the song.

“She said, ‘There is no reason’ And the truth is plain to see But I wandered through my playing cards And would not let her be One of sixteen vestal virgins Who were leaving for the coast And although my eyes were open They might have just as well’ve been closed And so it was that later As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale And so it was that later.”  Back to my groupie theory, the miller told her that there was no more room for this girl in the entourage, which shocked her.  She knew many of the other groupies that were traveling with the group and she wanted to be with the band and with her friends.  She wanted to be one of the sixteen vestal virgins that would be traveling towards the coast.  The guy singing the song heard her plea, but he was not listening as if his eyes were closed.  And so, it was the latter, she was not going with them.

Everybody knows that there are only twelve Vestal Virgins at a time, each serving 30 years of chastity.  They usually range in age from 8 to 38 with the youngest group of four girls being the novices learning all that they need to know.  The mid-range girls are the actual Vestal Virgins and the older group are the mentors.  I guess I will have to write another post to let everyone know how my date went.

Since the “miller told his tale” is mentioned twice in this song and one of the stories in Geoffrey Chaucer’s The Canterbury Tales is The Miller’s Tale, this should not be ignored.  It is a humorous story where John’s friend Alan ends up sleeping with the dishonest miller’s twenty-year old daughter.  It gets dark, they all sleep in the same room but in separate beds, with John and Alan in one bed, the Miller and his wife in another with the cradle beside it, and the daughter in the third bed.  The miller’s wife gets up to relieve herself, and when she returns, she ends up John’s bed.  In the morning Alan gets in the wrong bed, and he tells the miller thinking that he is talking to his friend John, how he had the daughter three times during the night.  The miller rises from his bed in a fury.  The miller’s wife, thinking that the swearing is coming from one of the students, grabs a club and, mistaking her husband for one of the students, strikes him down.  Alan and John gather their ground wheat and flour and flee the premises.  I am not sure that knowing anything about this story will get you any closer to knowing the meaning behind the lyrics, “As the miller told his tale That her face, at first just ghostly Turned a whiter shade of pale”, unless the miller enjoyed telling people how his wife cheated on him and she always became shocked when she heard this story, thus this made her face turn pale

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

Bugged Two Years Ago

This is part of Friday Flashback hosted by Fandango and I originally wrote this in 2018 for Saturday Stream of Consciousness.

Squashed Like a Bug

Our hostess for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, the lovely Linda Hill came down with a bug this week which she indicated that it was caused from a reaction that she got from a new prescription she just started taking.  Her doctor changed her prescription and I am sure that everyone is wishing her well and hoping she can get some rest and sleep snug like a bug in a rug, so that she will be better soon.  Some insects are beneficial, but there are plenty of detrimental bugs around.  The good bugs are useful for eating other more destructive bugs, or for pollinating plants.  From a human prospective the good bugs are those that perform valued services like pollination and pest control.  Most bugs that enter my home have put a death sentence upon themselves, as if they are not willing to pay rent, then they are not staying and just before I stomp on them dispatching my foot down on their scrawny little necks with the utmost speed, I say, “You are going to die sucker.”

Beware of the stink bug, they are pretty big, and plenty ugly looking.  They are kind of like slugs in the way that they stick to the outside of your house looking for cozy spot to spend the winter, but other than the smell they are basically harmless, however they can be a nuisance when you get a large population of them.  The bad news is that these big, scary and ugly stink bugs smell if you smash them and the odor that they release will attract more of them.  Don’t squish them, try to kill them using a spray or a trap.

I am pretty sure that insects can and do feel or sense their surroundings, but I am less sure whether or not they have emotions, and I heard that most invertebrates (insects do not have bones) are not able to feel pain, which for me makes it more acceptable to kill them, rather than any other forms of animal life.  I have heard that there are roughly 21 quadrillion spiders living on Earth and that they outnumber humans at a rate of 2.8 million to one, so if I end up stepping on one of those creepy crawly critters, it is no big loss.  It is not like I am going around intentionally targeting them for eradication, but if they are dumb enough not to get out of my way then it would be good riddance for them.  If it became inconvenient to figure out another way to dispose of a bug, then I would most likely smash it, without worrying or trying to ascertain if it is legal or moral.

Just to be clear, I don’t get stimulated or derive any sort of happiness from torturing tiny helpless creatures, but some insects can be dangerous and my first reaction would be that it was better that it happened to them instead of me.  This might be a little shallow and perhaps self-centered, but I feel like there is nothing inherently wrong with thinking that way.  If bad things are going to happen, they should happen to someone else, and it is not like I don’t have any compassion or sympathy for others, it is just that I would be far more grateful if someone other than me got stepped on.  This is a normal, healthy, human reaction.  It is a matter of self-preservation, and the survival of the fittest.  I would never shoot a dog for barking at me even if I didn’t like it or poison a cows just for mooing and waking me from my sleep, but I still think that it is OK to kill certain bugs without real good reasons.

Love Is All Around

Originally written for Linda G. Hill Life in progress One-Liner Wednesday – May 8 prompt.

Attached To Love
We are in the middle of love bug season here in Central Florida and they are particularly bad this year.  While annoying, love bugs are actually beneficial as larvae, because they help to decompose dead plant material.  They get stuck together when they mate and because they are addicted to love, so they mate frequently.  The males hatch first and they swarm feverishly, waiting for the females to arrive and when a female finally selects a mate, they’re usually hitched for life.  The males stay attached to prevent another male from coming in and fertilizing the female.  When a lucky male unites with a female, their abdomens will stay attached for up to 2 days, although mating only lasts about 12 hours.  The male then dies and is dragged around by the female.  The corpse of the male is detached so the female is able to lay her eggs.

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback — May 8

March 20 Flashback Friday

I originally wrote this as a One-Liner Wednesday and it was titled Once A Cheater, Always A Cheater.

Someone in a relationship who had sex with another person is 3.7 times more likely to cheat again.  Even among married couples, cheating is relatively common with about 22% of men and 13% of women cheating.  Cheating is so widespread that one-quarter to one-fifth of married people will openly admit to having engaged in sexual infidelity at some point.  Men are more likely to forgive a spouse for a dalliance.  If a couple makes it through the seven-year itch phase of marriage, the odds of a woman cheating fall off significantly, although men are more likely to stray around year 18.  Not only are cheaters more likely to cheat again, but those who were cheated on are more likely to be cheated on again.

Infidelity even occurs in Nursery Rhymes, as Peter is not able to restrain his wife from having sex with multiple male partners, so he decides to kill her.  After killing his wife, Peter decides to hide her body in a large pumpkin.  The moral story behind the story focuses on educating women of the essence of demonstrating faithfulness to their husbands.  Peter, Peter, pumpkin-eater, Had a wife and couldn’t keep her; He put her in a pumpkin shell, And there he kept her very well. Peter, Peter pumpkin eater, Had another and didn’t love her; Peter learned to read and spell, And then he loved her very well. Peter carved out this giant pumpkin, and since his wife wasn’t around to cook for him anymore, because of her extra-marital activities, he had a lot of pumpkin to eat.  A better solution might have been for Peter to devise some type of chastity belt for his disloyal wife, then he wouldn’t have to have eaten all of that pumpkin.

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

A Day Late

Being a day late is better than being a dollar short and since Fandango is still unpacking, he indicated that he is late with his Friday Flashback. Here is a post that I wrote last year on February 7, 2019.
Bee Halton at The Bee Writes Love Is In Da Blog 2019 ~ A Music Festival has buzzed us to write about A Love Song from 1919-1928.  I chose ‘Indian Love Call’ which was first published as ‘The Call’ and it is a popular song from the 1924 operetta-style Broadway musical Rose-Marie, the music was composed by Rudolf Friml and Herbert P. Stothart and the lyrics were written by Otto Harbach and Oscar Hammerstein II, while the Musical Director was Herbert P. Stothart.  The song was originally written for Mary Ellis, and it achieved continued popularity under other artists and has been called Friml’s best remembered work.  The play takes place in the Canadian Rocky Mountains and features the sonorous tune in the overture and in Act One while the love interests call to each other per a supposed Native Canadian legend about how men would call down into the valley to the girls they wished to marry.

This musical play Rose-Marie takes place in the Canadian Rockies, and it concerns the mysterious murder of Black Eagle, a villainous half-breed.  The likely suspect is the wild and hard-drinking Jim Kenyon.  However, after falling love with Rose Marie, Jim has been reformed and is in fact falsely accused of the murder.  Rose Marie’s brother tries to convince her that Jim is a murderer and that she should marry a wealthy man.  However, in the end, the real murderer is revealed and Rose Marie and Jim are reunited.  In the romantic climax, the star Marie makes a last try to persuade the Mountie Bruce not to pursue the man he doesn’t know is her brother, prompting the screen couple’s most famous song.  Mary Ellis was an American actress and singer appearing on stage, radio, television and film, best known for her musical theatre roles, she acted on Broadway, getting the title role in Rose-Marie.  The play opened on Sep 02, 1924, was performed 557 times and it closed on Jan 16, 1926.

Nelson Eddy and Jeanette MacDonald performed the song as a duet in the 1936 film version of Rose Marie, it was a hit that remained a signature song for the two singers throughout their careers.  Slim Whitman sings this song in the 1996 movie Mars Attacks!, this song was used prominently as a weapon to counter the invading Martians.

Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
When I’m calling you
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
Will you answer too?
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
That means I offer my life to you to be my own
If you refuse me I will be blue, waiting all alone
But if when you hear my love call ringing clear
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
And I hear your answering echo so dear
Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo, Oo-Oo-Oo-Oo
Then I will know our love will become true
You’ll belong to me and I’ll belong to you
Then I will know our love will become true
You’ll belong to me and I’ll belong to you
Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.
Fandango’s Friday (on Saturday) Flashback — February 8

I Wrote This Last Year

His Pride and Joy
B.B. King (September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015) was born as Riley B. King on a plantation in Itta Bena, a city in Leflore County Mississippi, near Indianola.  He was attracted to music and by his aunt and became interested in the guitar from going to church and singing gospel music, but he was not allowed to sing the blues, because this was considered “the devil’s music”.  King listened to recordings by early blues masters, including Sonny Boy Williamson, Blind Lemon Jefferson and Lonnie Johnson on his Aunt’s Mima (or Mimy) record player.  King’s mother Nora Ella died, when he was 10 and then he went live with his grandmother and he became close with Reverend Archie Fair, the brother-in-law of King’s uncle William Pullian.  Reverend Archie Fair played guitar in the services and Archie’s wife and King’s aunt are sisters, so Riley was allowed to play the Reverend’s guitar and the Reverend showed him three basic chords.  King was able to borrow $30 from the plantation farm boss, a white man named Flake Cartledge, so he could buy his first real guitar, a red Stella, and he ordered music lessons from the Sears, Roebuck catalog, which helped King to developed as a blues player.  The first song that he learned to play on his first guitar was ‘O My Darling Clementine’.

Around 1940, King bought his first Gibson, a humble f-hole L-30, and he fixed a DeArmond pickup to it.  In his youth, he played on street corners for dimes, and would sometimes play in as many as four towns a night and soon he was earning more singing and playing guitar on street corners on Saturday than he made all week on the plantation.  In 1947, King left Mississippi hitchhiking to Memphis, Tennessee with only $2.50 in his pocket, and this is where he found the excitement and musical atmosphere that he dreamed of, beginning his career in juke joints and local radio.

King was one of the biggest stars of black radio, his show was so popular that he was soon offered a job as a DJ after meeting Sonny Boy Williamson who had a radio show on WDIA in West Memphis.  Williamson was so impressed with King that he offered King his own radio show and a chance to play regularly at Miss Annie’s 16th Street Grill.  He played records by artists such as Sarah Vaughan and Frank Sinatra and he made a connection with musician and talent scout Ike Turner.  He was told to change his name from Riley King to something catchy and for a while, he performed as Beale Street Blues Boy, then just Blues Boy King, until he finally shortened it to B.B. King.

During the ‘50s he tried out a few more Gibsons, including an ES-5, a 125, a Byrdland, and a 175.  By the early ‘60s he was playing a Gibson sunburst ES-335 with a Bigsby, and, unusually, it had a Varitone switch and stereo wiring, marking it as a custom order melding elements of a 335 and 345.  By 1967, B.B had shifted his affections to Gibson’s top semi-solid, the 355.  King’s best records expanded what blues could be, drawing in the sounds of R&B, soul and funk.

King’s voice, and the lacerating solos that he played on the guitars that were all named “Lucille”, were born out a near-death experience that he had in the winter of 1949.  In the track ‘Lucille’, off of B.B. King’s 1968 album of the same name, King plays nearly ten minutes worth of soul-stirring guitar licks while talking, telling a story about his guitar and his life, about how this instrument took him from the plantation where he made 35 cents a day picking cotton and eventually brought him fame.

Lucille’s beginnings date back to 1949, when King was in his early 20s, and he was performing at a nightclub in Twist, Arkansas, in the dead of winter.  To heat the cold room, King said that, they would take something that looked like a big garbage pail, fill it half way up with kerosene, light the fuel and set it in the middle of the dance floor.  However on this eventful night, a fight broke out between two men, and the pail was knocked over.  It spilled on the floor, and it looked like a river of fire, and everyone started to run for the front door, including B.B. King.

The bluesman managed to make it to safety outside only to realize that he had left his beloved $30 Gibson acoustic guitar behind.  He raced back inside to retrieve it even as the wooden building, started to fall down all around him.  The next day, he learned that two men died in that blaze and that the fight which had set off the tragic chain of events had been over a woman who worked at the club and her name was Lucille.  King decided to name his guitar Lucille, to remind himself never to do anything that foolish again.

George Harrison was given a guitar named Lucy by Eric Clapton which was previously owned by Rick Derringer, and John Sebastian and Harrison kept Lucy until his death in 2001.  Eric Clapton gave his favorite Fender Stratocaster the nickname Blackie, Willie Nelson gave his Martin N-20 nylon-string classical acoustic guitar the nickname Trigger, Neil Young has been playing the same guitar for almost 50 years which is a Gibson electric guitar that was given the name Old Black, Eddie Van Halen created his own guitar and gave it the name Frankenstrat which is a portmanteau of Frankenstein, Stevie Ray Vaughan called his most beloved six-string 1963 Fender Strat his ‘First Wife’, over a ten year period beginning in 1979 Jerry Garcia’s guitar of choice was named Tiger, but none of these guitars are as famous as Lucille.  King owned several Gibson guitars that evolved with time and taste.  In 1980 Gibson began manufacturing the B.B. King signature “Lucille” model, a variation on the company’s combination hollow- and solid-body ES-355.  Gibson’s Lucille line ensured that for the right price, everyone could have a Lucille of their own.

King released 75 hit R&B singles between 1951 and 1992.  In 1984, King was inducted into the Blues Foundation Hall of Fame. In 1987, he was inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and also received a Lifetime Achievement Grammy Award.  In 1990, King was awarded the National Medal of Arts and in 1995 he received the Kennedy Center Honors.  On December 15, 2006 President George W. Bush presented King with the Presidential Medal of Freedom.  Blues musician B.B. King released over 50 albums in his lifetime.  He won 15 Grammy Awards, making him the record holder for the most won in the Blues genre.

The sound that you’re listening to
Is from my guitar that’s named Lucille
I’m very crazy about Lucille, Lucille took me from the plantation
Or you might say, brought me fame
I don’t think I could just talk enough about Lucille
Sometime when I’m blue seem like Lucille try to help me call my name
I used to sing spirituals and I thought that this
Was the thing that I wanted to do
But somehow or other When I went in the army I picked up on Lucille, and started the singing blues
Well, now when I’m paying my dues,
Maybe you don’t know what I mean when I say paying dues, I mean when things are bad with me
I can always, I can always, you know like, depend on Lucille
Sort of hard to talk to you myself
I guess I’ll let Lucille say a few words and then
You know, I doubt if you can feel it like I do
But when I think about the things that I’ve gone through,
Like, well for instance, if I have a girlfriend and she misuses me,
And I go home at night, maybe I’m lonely
Well not maybe, I am lonely, I pick up Lucille
And it bring out those funny sounds that sound good to me, you know?
Sometime I get to the place where I can’t even say nothing
Look out
Sometime I think it’s crying
You know, if I could sing pop tunes like Frank Sinatra or,
Sammy Davis Junior, I don’t think I still could do it,
‘Cause Lucille don’t wanna play nothing but the blues
And I think I’m, I think I’m pretty glad about that
‘Cause don’t nobody sing to me like Lucille
Sing, Lucille
Well, I’ll put it like this, take it easy, Lucille
I like the way Sammy sings and I like the way Frank sings,
But I can get a little Frank, Sammy,
A little Ray Charles, in fact all the people with soul in this
A little Mahalia Jackson in there
One more, Lucille!
Take it easy now, ah!
You know, I imagine a lot of you wanna know,
A lot of you wanna know why I call the guitar Lucille
Lucille has practically saved my life two or three times
No kidding, it really has
I remember once I was in an automobile accident, and
When the car stopped turning over, it fell over on Lucille,
And it held it up off me, really, it held it up off me
So that’s one time it saved my life
The way, the way I came by the name of Lucille,
I was Over in Twist, Arkansas, I know you’ve never heard of that one, have you?
And one night the guys started a ball over there, you know, started brawling, you know what I mean
And the guy that was mad with his old lady,
When she fell over on this gas tank that was burning for heat,
The gas ran all over the floor
And when the gas ran all over the floor, the building
Caught on fire, and almost burned me up trying to save Lucille
Oh I, I imagine you’re still wondering why I call it Lucille
The lady that started that brawl that night was named Lucille
And that’s been Lucille ever since to me
One more now, Lucille
Sounds pretty good to me. Can I do one more?
Look out, Lucille
Sounds pretty good. I think I’ll try one more
All right

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

Cat Was Let Out of the Bag

Two years ago, on this day I wrote a post about Galileo and I am submitting it again for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.
Confess Your Heresy
On January 15th, 1633, Galileo wrote to his friend Ella Diodati expressing why he thought the Bible should not be treated as being literally true.  At this time, he was in deep trouble over his claims that the Earth moved and he was facing a trial which would take place just a few months later.  During this time period, the Catholic Church was afraid of heretics spreading teachings and opinions that contradicted the Bible.  If the Church deemed an idea to be heretical they persecuted scientists who formed these theories and forbade people from reading any books on those subjects.  The Church labeled anyone as a sinner if they preached or wrote anything that went against the Bible.  The church was not open to new ideas as they felt that God was unchangeable and change in general denoted decay, depreciation, decomposition and many other negative concepts.  This was more than just tension, it was a war between science and religion, which was started with Nicholas Copernicus and continued with Galileo Galilei.  The Renaissance Period brought about the rebirth of Greek philosophy, which reinforced Aristotle’s views who refuted heliocentricity.  The Earth centered universe was already embedded in Roman Catholic theology and they would not stand for any opinions that were contrary to the Holy Scripture.  The church made a serious scientific error by accepting an Earth-centered universe.

If the Church called you into the Inquisition, you would be wasting your time if you tried to prove that you were innocent, as they already knew that you were guilty.  Galileo had abandoned the notion of a perfect cosmic order and he stood firm on his beliefs proclaiming heliocentricity (a reference system where the Sun is at the center) as a truth, instead of proposing that it was a valid theory to account for the observed phenomenon related to motions of the planets.  Galileo actively defended his evidence which supported the Copernican cosmos and he warned the Church that they might be walking into a trap, if they kept on refusing to abandon outdated teachings.  Galileo said, “Take note, theologians, that in your desire to make matters of faith out of propositions relating to the fixity of Sun and Earth you run the risk of eventually having to condemn as heretics those who would declare the Earth to stand still and the Sun to change position, eventually, I say, at such a time as it might be physically or logically proved, that the Earth moves and the Sun stands still.”

Galileo’s trial lasted eight months where he was found guilty, he made a confession of wrong-doing, and was imprisoned for life.  Galileo groveled as he knelt before the Cardinals of the Holy Office of the Church and the Board of Inquisitioners, while he made his statement and he did confess that he believed in every word that was exposed by the church.  Galileo was forced to make a ‘confession’ and he had to publicly admit that he was incorrect, and this lead everyone to fearing the wrath of the Church even more.  However, it was too late for the church to lock away the knowledge that Galileo shared about the ways of the world and the heavens beyond, because the cat was let out of the bag.  Once the seeds of knowledge are planted they become indestructible.  Modern science was eventually able to explain why the planets move and this led to a greater understanding of gravity and motion.  Since the time of Galileo, change no longer has a negative connotation, instead change is now viewed as being fluid, dynamic, a place for growth, progress and many other positive associations.  This trial marked the end of the Italian Renaissance.

Fandango’s Friday Flashback December 13

I wrote this post titled “A Gold-Digging Woman” last year on December 13.  It was written as a response to FOWC with Fandango prompt – Video, for Ragtag Community prompt – Past, for Scotts Daily Prompt – Tune and for Word of the Day Challenge Prompt – Listless.

Ronald Cornett Hawkins was born in Huntsville, Arkansas on January 10, 1935, just two days after Elvis Presley emerged into the world.  Hawkins graduated from Fayetteville High School in 1952 and during this time, Hawkins formed his first bands.  Hawkins enrolled in University of Arkansas (UA) in Fayetteville as a physical education major and dropped out, enlisted in the National Guard and was discharged.  He tried to run his own nightclub called the Rockwood Club in Fayetteville, using older friends as fronts until he turned twenty-one and could serve his own liquor.  After attending college, Ronnie joined the Army and served six months of active duty.  While Hawkins was in the army, his cousin Dale Hawkins struck gold in early 1957 with ‘Suzie Q’, which was based around a stinging riff by his writing partner, a young Louisiana guitarist named James Burton.

Ronnie spent his weekends at a nearby club, fronting a band of four black musicians, which were known as The Black Hawks.  This is where he developed an outrageous stage persona that earned him such nicknames as ‘Rompin’ Ronnie’ and ‘Mr. Dynamo’.  He was fascinated by tricks and while he was hanging around Memphis Ronnie learned the camel walk a move not dissimilar from Michael Jackson’s moonwalk but three decades earlier, and his back flips became an integral part of his live act.  After finishing his service, he moved to Helena (Phillips County), where he formed a touring band The Ron Hawkins Quartet with Willard ‘Pop’ Jones on guitar and brothers Jimmy Ray and George Paulman on guitar and bass, respectively; Ronnie sang but didn’t bother to learn to play a physical instrument.

The guys performed in various dives, their selections built mainly on the Bo Diddley beat.  Another guitarist, Levon Helm, who’d grown up around Turkey Scratch, a glorified field near Marvell, Arkansas, who had in the past been in a band with his sister Linda called The Jungle Bush Beaters wanted to be in Hawkins’ group badly enough to learn to play drums.  At the suggestion of Harold Jenkins (later known as country and western star Conway Twitty), the group headed for Canada in 1958.  In the spring of 1958, Ronnie recorded ‘Hey Bo Diddley’/’Love Me Like You Can’ in a studio in Toronto.

They played a place called the Grange where they were more readily accepted by the locals than they had been back home and this is where they shortened their name to The Hawks.  Harold Kudlats who managed a roller rink and got to meet all the big bands back in the late 40s and early 50s like Glenn Miller, Louis Armstrong, Benny Goodman, Tommy Dorsey and later on he had Harry James, Gene Krupa, Billie Holiday, R&B singers Nat King Cole and Ben E. King and rock acts Bill Haley & the Comets and Chubby Checker all playing at his roller rink.  One day Conway Twitty arrived on his doorstep and asked for his help to book him in Canada.  He got Conway booked and he went on to be a superstar, and Kudlats opened up the Harold Kudlets Agency.  Later Conway recommended Ronnie Hawkins to Harold Kudlats and Ronnie christened him as Canada’s Colonel.  Kudlats booked Hawkins and The Hawks throughout Canada and the Eastern US and he helped Hawkins secure a record deal with Roulette Records.

Morris Levy the head of Roulette Records thought that Hawkins could be a potential heir to the conceptual throne left vacant when Presley entered the Army.  Ronnie and the Hawks cut the record ‘Forty Days’ at their first session for Roulette, which peaked at #45 on the Billboard Hot 100.  The second Roulette single, was a remake of Young Jessie’s ‘Mary Lou’, that reached #26.  Obediah Donnell Jessie an African American R&B and jazz singer and songwriter who had this deep baritone voice, but he didn’t want people to think he was old, so he took the recording name Young Jessie.  His mother was related to Blind Lemon Jefferson and his brother became an actor, playing Otis Day in the hit movie Animal House.  Young Jessie joined The Flairs, an American doo-wop group from LA with Richard Berry who composed Louie Louie with the Pharaohs and later Jessie was a member of the Hunters and Coasters.  Jessie’s biggest seller was ‘Mary Lou’, released in June 1955, with Dub Jones and other members of the Cadets.  Buddy Knox with The Rhythm Orchids did a cover of ‘Mary Lou’ in 1957.

Samuel Bihari from the Modern record label, using the pseudonym Sam Ling, took half of Jessie’s royalties, and Jessie was also exploited by Levy as Jacqueline Magill is listed as the co-writer of ‘Mary Lou’ along with Ronnie Hawkins on this Roulette release.  She is a bit of a mystery, and she was reportedly Morris Levy’s girlfriend, but Levy (and Roulette) had a reputation for playing fast and loose with songwriting credits.  Ronnie’s version of the tune ‘Mary Lou’ cooked in a way that differed from Jessie’s.  ‘Mary Lou’ and ‘Need Your Lovin’ were recorded along with six other titles that were included on Hawkins’ first album Ronnie Hawkins during a session on April 29, 1959 at New York’s Bell Sound Studios.

I was not able to find out any information as to whether or not there was a real person named Mary Lou that relates to the title of this song.  If there was, her identity was probably kept secret, so as to avoid law suits.  The singer expresses his discontent about being involved with this girl named Mary Lou who made a real fool out of him.  It was a crying shame the way she took everything from him including his money, a watch, a diamond ring and the keys to his Cadillac.  He hires a detective to track her down and she is caught and put in jail, but she bribes the judge with sexual favors to pay her bail.  Mary Lou travels around making a fortune and treating all men like fools and driving them crazy.  She showed up back into town saying she was sorry, but then she took his ‘65 Ford and a two-dollar bill.

Ronnie Hawkins is older here and he appears to be a bit listless in the video below.

I’m gonna tell you a story
‘Bout ol’ Mary Lou
I mean the kind of a girl
That make a fool of you

She make a young man old
And an old man pay
The way she took my money
Was a crying shame

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

Put a detective
On her trail
The post office thought
They’d chase her by the mail

She got picked up
And then was put in jail
Stroked the judge
Just to go her bail

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

She left Detroit
To go to Kalamazoo
Made her a fortune
Out of fools like you

Met her a rich man
Who was married and had some kids
Stroked that cat
Until he flipped his lid

Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

She came back into town
About a week ago
Told me she’s sorry
She had hurt me so

I had a ‘65 Ford
And a two dollar bill
The way she took that
Lord, it gave me a thrill

Mary Lou
She took my watch and chain
Mary Lou, Mary Lou
She took my diamond ring
She took the keys to my Cadillac car
Jumped in my Caddy and she drove afar

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

The New New Speedway Boogie

I always wondered if there was an Old Speedway Bogie, as than this song title would make more sense, but after investigating this song I learned that the “New” refers to the speedway which first opened on July 22, 1966.  Anyway, this is a new post of an old post that was originally written two years ago on November 29, 2017.

New Speedway Boogie
I seem to be a day behind in my responses to the Daily Prompts, but better late than never.  Yesterday my good friend Fandango made a post titled One Way or Another where he included a clever picture showing two signs pointing in different directions.  I immediately thought of that Blondie song ‘One Way Or Another’, however I realized that this was just covered by somebody in 11/26/17 Helen Vahdati’s This Thing Called Life One Word at a Time Song Lyric Sunday where the theme was obsession.  There is another group (the Grateful Dead) that used this phrase “One way or another”, in a song titled ‘New Speedway Boogie’.

This was written about the disaster at the Altamont Speedway concert in 1969 when the Rolling Stones hired the Hells Angels to work security.  The lyric, “In the heat of the sun, a man died of cold”, refers to Meredith Hunter, an audience member who was killed by the Hells Angels.  This song was first performed on December 20, 1969, at the Fillmore Auditorium in San Francisco.

Please don’t dominate the rap, jack, if you’ve got nothing new to say.
If you please, don’t back up the track this train’s got to run today.
I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill
I heard someone say “Better run away”, others say “better stand still”.
Now I don’t know, but I been told it’s hard to run with the weight of gold,
Other hand I have heard it said, it’s just as hard with the weight of lead.
Who can deny, who can deny, it’s not just a change in style?
One step down and another begun and I wonder how many miles.
I spent a little time on the mountain, I spent a little time on the hill
Things went down we don’t understand, but I think in time we will.
Now, I don’t know but I was told in the heat of the sun a man died of cold.
Keep on coming or stand and wait, with the sun so dark and the hour so late.
You can’t overlook the lack, jack, of any other highway to ride.
It’s got no signs or dividing lines and very few rule to guide.
I saw things getting out of hand, I guess they always will.
Now I don’t know but I been told
If the horse don’t pull you got to carry the load.
I don’t know whose back’s that strong, maybe find out before too long.
One way or another, one way or another,
One way or another, this darkness got to give.

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.

Swiping Right

This is my Friday Flashback for a post that I wrote on 11/22/2017 titled Mercy Sex.

People engage in sexual activities for many different reasons and it can be done out of sympathy or for pity.  People have sex when they get aroused, but some others may start having sex and then they feel aroused.  Some women feel pressured into having mercy sex with their guy for reasons that have nothing to do with desire or love.  These women are not really DTF, but they just give in anyway and have sex with their partner, even when they are not in the mood.  Most women are not doing this out of desperation or fear of rejection, they are just doing it as a courtesy to be polite, because they feel sorry for their partner.  They may think that they are helping him work through some of his problems by engaging in promiscuous sex without sharing intimacy and this is usually just a quickie, so it is convenient for both of them and it is no big deal.  Mercy sex can be a good thing for a relationship, if it is done without coercion and you are not becoming a trophy just to be had, because when marital duties are neglected the whole relationship may suffer.

Many women lose sexual desire when they are in a long-term relationship or when they are married with kids and this makes them feel that sex is just a routine.  Mercy sex is done when you don’t really feel like having sex, or you don’t want to hurt your partner’s feelings, or when your partner is feeling pathetic about themselves and you have sex out of some type of some obligation that you feel, so you try to appease your partner’s needs.  It is done because it will take less time to just do it and it’s less trouble to get it over than to argue about it and you know that when you give him the mercy sex that will shut him up.  Mercy sex may also be triggered by some type of guilt, where you end up being manipulated and taken advantage of because of your sensitive vulnerability.  When couples get married, the woman usually hopes that her man will change over time and the man hopes that his wife will never change because the sex is exciting and pleasurable, but change is inevitable and a sexless marriage can be experienced by many long-term couples.

Sexual drive is often independent of that part of our mind that judges what is deemed to be appropriate.  There is also revenge sex or grudge sex where some girls want to make their boyfriend jealous, or after a relationship is over (sex with the ex) when you still have sex with each other because it’s more convenient that going out in the world and taking your chances with a stranger.  In a perfect world sex would only happen out of genuine respect, love and mutual attraction and it would never be about taking advantage of someone who is in a fragile state, just to get off and have your physical needs satisfied.

Written for Fandango’s Friday Flashback.