"Come On Everybody" or "Long-Haired Music"

One of my favorite songs from the "King." Poor guy met his demise while in the bathroom. What a way to go, eh? It also reminds me of an ex Piccadilly manager who died while on the toilet. Once again, what a way to go.

Elvis was always criticized for the movies he made. They always had the same plot. Elvis meets girl. Girl likes Elvis. Elvis and girl fight. Girl and Elvis make up and get married.

He would make about 2 or 3 of them a year. My particular favorites were:

1) Viva Las Vegas- I always had a thing for redheads, and Ann Margaret was the bomb.

2) Kissin' Cousins- Elvis played 2 roles ( cousins ) in this one. And who can forget the memorable, "Barefoot Ballad."

3) Lovin' Ewe, er, You- Starred the saucy Lizabeth Scott with the deep voice, and Delores Hart, who, in real life, quit show biz and became a nun. Also see "Where the Boys Are."

4) Roustabout- Probably my favorite. Great story? and great songs! Starred the enigmatic Barbara Stanwyck.

Roustabout had a familiar theme just like the "Elvis meets Girl" one. Elvis is a struggling singer. Gets discovered. Makes it big. And lives happily ever after. His girl in tow, as they head off into the sunset.

5) Jailhouse Rock- Another pre-Army Elvis. And you're so square, baby I don't care.

Those be my favorites-apologies to Shelly Fabares. And here's the video from Viva...., v.c.

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"That's What I Want"

Seeing how I'm still unemployed, I present this video from youtube, which was recently sold to google for a mere 1.5 billion. And who said the American Dream is dead.

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"Merry Christmas"

I'm sitting here at 5:00 a.m. waiting for 6:00 a.m. to arrive. That's when I can wake up Kitty and pass the baton. She pooped-out on me at 2:00 a.m. while I was busy in the kitchen cooking the holiday fare.

"You'll stay up all night with me and cook?" Kitty pleaded. She was gonna do some chores like vacuum and put out her Christmas figures, which would be perched on top of our fake fireplace. The gas one which eats up petrol faster than a politician's SUV.

"Sure, I will, Pumpkin. I will stay up all night with you."

Anyway, Kitty couldn't stay up-which was ok by me, cos she wasn't feeling well-and I'm a nite owl, so I began the rest of my cooking chores.

The spiral-sliced ham had been cooked before midnight. Next on the list was my mom's famous "hush yer mouth sweet potato souffle" with ye olde pecan topping. Then it was buttermilk pie, which turned out nicely-thank you very much. A beautiful whipped creation with a lovely shade of brown covering the entire top. Next were the lima beans; then the cream cheese dip, which had diced onions, olives, miracle whip, and dried beef; and, last but not least, chocolate chess pie. Borrowed from the AJC, our local fishwrapper.

It's 5:22 and only 38 minutes until Kitty's golden slumber will come to an abrupt halt. While writing, I'm watching "Holiday Affair" with a very young Janet Leigh and Robert Mitchum, circa 1949. Before yers truly was even born, and my sister, Olga, was only 4 years old.

It's 5:26 and y.t. is getting tired. And the jist of my story was to wish everyone a Merry Christmas anyway. So....

Merry Christmas, v.c.

P.S. If anyone's hungry for some holiday vittles, come on by-we got a'plenty.

"Pumpin' Piano"

I loved this guy when I was just a small kid. His brand of r/r was unique. He recorded on "Sun Records" back in those days. Billed as Jerry Lee Lewis and his pumpin' piano.

This is a good rendition. v.c.

P.S. The same Sun Records who sold Elvis to RCA for $100,000.


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"Walking on Thin Ice"

I actually like this song. There was another Y.O. song on "Double Fantasy" that was awesome. Enjoy!!!!

"Walking On Thin Ice" is a New Wave/dance song by Yoko Ono, released in 1981. It was recorded on December 8, 1980 in collaboration with her husband John Lennon. Later that night when the couple returned to The Dakota (their home in New York City), Lennon was murdered by deranged fan Mark David Chapman. Lennon's guitarwork on the track was thus his final creative act. Less than a month later, "Walking on Thin Ice" was released as a single and became Ono's first chart success, peaking at No. 58 and gaining major underground airplay. The lyrics talk of the unpredictability of life and death -- of "throwing the dice in the air" -- and reach the conclusion, "when our hearts return to ashes, it will be just a story....". With the world in shock, a new poignancy was added to the already haunting yet highly danceable track.

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"Under the Mistletoe"

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Funny Shtick!

"I Love This" Thanks Hootster!

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Btw, there is a slight addendum to "Bedtime Story." Shows I'm rusty. The Aunt Madelineism should have been "shave my head and go down the railroad backwards," instead of shoot myself... I guess it means the same thing as Homer Simpson saying "d'oh." Which now appears in the dictionary, which validates its authenticity.

"Bedtime Story 2012"

"Tell us a bedtime story, Granddad! Please, you haven't told us one in a long time."

"Well, you little ragamuffins. I'll just have to tell you one."

"Thank you, granddad. What's it gonna be about? Farty Helium? Ms. Bessie? Hoots? Slippery?"

"Now, you little wiggleworms settle down now, ya hear. Cos your granddad is thinking!"

"Rockhead? Pictru? Bongobob? Azam? Briggs?"

"My little whiskernappers, puhleeze. Maybe all of them will be in this bedtime story. Let's see, now. It was December of 2006 and your granddad was out of a job....again. My boss, Shwim, gave me my pink slip!

"Wasn't he the vindictive son-of-a-bitch you always rant, er, talk about, granddad?"

"Now, kids. You're too young to be using such language. Don't let your Grandma Kitty hear you say any of those words! She'll tie a knot in your tail!"

[ each grandkid looks at their behinds to wonder how this could be possible ]

"How could she do that, granddad?"

"That's just an Aunt Madelineism your great great aunt used to say."

"What's an Aunt Madelineism?"

"She was full of them. When I was a young boy-'bout the same age as you kids-we would be riding down the street in her Bel-Air. If she saw a female wearing tight shorts she would inevitably utter, 'someone ought to shoot her in the ass with hot peas.' Back then, it seems that particular type of clothing was referred to as short-shorts. And no self-respecting woman or young girl would be caught dead wearing them. And/or she would also say, 'If she poots, she'll rip 'em right down the middle.'"

"Why hot peas, granddad?"

"I guess it was just her way of putting things. Like when things didn't go her way she would say, 'I'm a'gonna shave my head and go down the railroad backwards.'"

"Huh?"

"Exactly. But that was your Aunt Madeline. But getting back to the story, my dear and precious grandkids."

"Huh?" ( chorus )

"It was Christmas of 2006, and things were bleak on the Pond. Your granddad was in his well, er, uh, fifties and was approaching senior-citizenshipdom...."

"What's seniorshitizenshitdumb, granddad."

"That's when your hair starts falling out the top of your head, you have to clip the hair in your ears, you cringe when the tv ads tell you about all the diseases that are out there, and how if you take their product, you might end up with an oily discharge or two. And you start worrying about your cholesterol level, and you can't eat french fries, hamburgers, ice cream, bologna sandwiches, and soft drinks, etc. anymore. And your knees start creaking, cos the onslaught of arthritis is headin' your way. And you start saying crazy things like, 'I just wish I could have a good bowel movement.' Things you never thought about saying when you were younger."

"No french fries, ice cream, bologna sandwiches!" ( chorus of sad faces )

"But when you go to the pharmacy-cos you're taking so many pills-they give you a 15% discount. And when you go out to eat-same thing. Discount. But then some vindictive, lard-ass, manipulative son-of-a-bitch fires you, so you don't have any money to even get a discount. That's what senior-citizenshipdom is!"

"Remember, you shouldn't say son-of-a-bitch, granddad? But cos it's a sad story, we'll forgive you this time. But does it get any better? Huh?"

"Well, we thought we might have to sell the house and leave Golden Pond?"

"Did you move in with Uncle Hoots? Or Uncle Marty?"

"You're getting ahead of the story. I'll get to that later.

to be continued....????

"Havin' Fun With Youtube"

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"Oldie but goodie."

"Thanks Hoots" and/or "Besame Mucho"

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Let's see if this works!

P.S. Perhaps bbq sings this to his wife, eh?

"New Look Pond"

The new look G.P. has more of a bite, eh? Because my life is in the "change" mode, why not? And how apropos! I'm viewing the Stones documentary where they play "Altamount," a free concert and have just finished rendering [ food service terminology, as well ] "I Can't Get No Satisfaction."

Me and the Catfish Family seem to be in for a rough ride, but here's hoping there will be a story book ending, allah Cinderfella, er, Cinderella. The former for which an apology is due: Mr. Jerry Lewis and his, er, kids.

It's climax time: The Stones are launching into "Sympathy for the Devil," and the Hell's Angels are pissed, cos people in the crowd keep messin' with their Harleys. And the black dude is about to meet his maker. Nothing like a "free" concert, eh?

And, of course, the final song is-what else-but "Gimme Shelter," which is as good a place as any to disembark the nite train, v.c.

P.S. Seems Melvin Belli was the Stones' lawyer or barrister back in those days.

"There Will Be An Answer"

Whisper words of wisdom.

"It Ain't Summertime"

Something told me not to switch to Google Beta. Ever since I made
the move, my picture posting function has been kaput, fini.' I tried repairing
it tonite but as with my job search: nada!

There's not much to report as
of this writing. I am hooked-on to 2 Head Hunters; have posted on Monster.com
and careerbuilder.com; sent in a resume to-what else-a food service
establishment-and yadi yadi yadi.

When I was a kid working for McDonalds
in the late 60's, I made grievous mistakes. First of all, I applied for the job,
and, number two, I enjoyed my experience there. How loco was that?

30
years later and I'm back in the same boat. The oars are now thinning, and the
outboard is about to be turned into an inbored. The fish ain't biting, and it
won't soon be summertime. Aomewhat of an apology to Mungo Jerry.

There
was an article in the fishwrapper the other day about a jobless freelance author
who was on jury duty in the 80's. He was bored while listening to the incessant
legalese and began jotting down notes. Which later evolved into "Sharkey's
Machine." And the rest is history. See Burt Reynolds for more details.

With all this time on my hands, perhaps I should start jotting down
notes.

Gimme shelter, v.c.

P.S. Tonite's song is a ditty by M.J.

"It's Always Darkest Before the Dawn?" Eh?

It's cold here on the Pond. But once again it was good to hear from the guys. Michael Vick will always be known for the "finger." And how 'bout them Saints? They ain't the "Aints" anymore. Remove the paper bags, eh?

You couldn't have picked a better post, pictru. Cos nobody loves you when yer down and out. If I remember correctly, it was my second post for the bored, er, on the board. Circa 2001. Ah, those were the days. Apologies to Mary Hopkins, who recorded on the "new" Apple label, circa '68.

Well, I gotta get up early and start my job quest. v.c.

P.S. I really like this song and will include it here for your edification.

P.S.S. Let's get together, pictru. Me, you, hoots, bbq, slippery, rockhead, et al.