Blondie, I Did Not Forget You

I am shocked that this pop-diva is not given her due these days. She showed how it was done. 


BTW, mama always sang live, despite these videos, and wrote many of her songs. 


Moreover, mama turned it out at CBGB, which was like the Apollo for our white brothers and sisters.


Sunday Girl



Dreaming



Heart of Glass

Good People Rock And Need Love Sent Back

Good people, because I love you, I give you this. Enjoy!

Haikus: From Me, To You

This first day of Spring has put me in the mood for writing Haikus.  Good people, here I go again. I hope you enjoy.


Spring

the earth starts to breathe
a supple world of new life
blooms around our feet

House Chores

over and over

the goal to be clean and neat

a task with no end

Smart Phone

touch, swipe, choose an app
world wide web at my command
I am George Jetson

Deja Vu All Over Again

Singing Cowboy in NYC circa 1950s - Photo by Frank Oscar Larson

Singing Cowboy in NYC circa 2000s - Photo by Vramdal

The more things change, the more they stay the same. I gagged when I saw this image taken, of a cowboy singing for his supper, during the 1950s in Times Square. 

I gagged because I immediately thought of Naked Cowboy pimping himself out to tourist in Times Square since the late 90s.

It's all just a little bit of history repeating. 

BTW, Mr. Larson's work is currently being shown at the Queens Museum in NYC. Click here for more.

I'm 44, And I Can Kick, And Stretch

I made it good people! I have been on this planet for 44 years. In numerology 44 is a master number, therefore, this should be a year of me having the potential to achieve material and financial accomplishments.

I have never been a truly materialistic person, however, some financial stability would be nice. I want the freedom and experiences that come from being financially liquid. It would be nice to get my broke off and be able to live a little.

With that said, here are some thoughts on life in my mid-forties:

• It is so weird to hear the music of my teen-years being played at the local Stop & Shop supermarket. The most surreal moment was hearing Prince's Little Red Corvette, while I picked out   bell peppers. 
• I am still kinda gag a bit when people call me "sir."
• I feel sorta silly about not knowing how to drive. "I'm a New Yorker, fear's my life." 
• Thank you mami for taking me to see Bob Fosse's Dancin' when I graduated the sixth grade. Seeing a Fosse show, as my first Broadway show, made me a theatre queen. 
• I have to be mindful how I share my opinion when twenty-somethings talk to me. I don't want to become that know-it-all older dude. I learned to share  experiences, and then dropping my wisdom in a way that is not judging their accumulation of experiences as an adult. 
• I have become really good at striking up casual conversations with total strangers. Moreover, I don't really get bent out of shape if it doesn't go well. 
• I still cherish my biological family and inner-circle of friends that have become my other family.
• Ewww, to the little aches, pains and growing ear hair. WTF!
• I miss Marcos everyday, but I know his spirit is going through a divine metamorphosis. 
• If I ever have a 28" waist again, it means that something is seriously wrong. 

Ugggh! Downton Abbey Jonesing

Thank goodness that I have some clips to help me get through my Downton Abbey withdrawal until the next season airs.