May Day

Rainbow Opening  by rcw

May Day.....time to dance around a Maypole and act Socialist.

May Day can also mean distress....although for the life of me right now I can't imagine how that came about.

May means Spring is soon turning to summer....when I was a kid it meant school was letting out soon and I'd be free to run off some of the energy that was pent up all school year.

I remember how the birds started sounding different as April faded....there were more and more of them, and more varieties of songs filled the air.

I always felt a little sorry for the pigeons, whose song seemed stuck in throat, and would feed them extra pieces of bread once in a while.  The other birds came around too, robins and sparrows mainly, and of course they ate as well.
None of the neighbors complained back then about feeding the birds.

These days, I'm not so sure I'd get away with it. Heck! Some neighbors even complain about the parrots, saying they squawk and it doesn't sound pretty.  Well....neither does being bitchy. So there.

Anyway.....for today, Fifty Five Is The New May Day....spring into summer, memories to future....time moving on.
 

New Revolutionary

ANNOUNCEMENT!  To hear the latest from Boo Boo's Bargain Basement Band go to www.sonicbids.com/BargainBasementBand2 and then check out our audio files-the song at the top of the list-Higher Ground - Remix 2010.   A dream come true for us, and hopefully a pleasurable experience for any listeners....and perhaps a bit of a message as well. Please let me know what you think.

What else has been going on related to Fifty Five being the new?
Well....there's a lot going on in the world, and perhaps I've been neglectful by not commenting on it.
Pardon my lack of verbiage on subjects politic...it isn't for a lack of concern, quite the opposite.
I am more than heartily concerned, perhaps a little dumbfounded and totally perplexed as to what to make of it all.  I mean, sheeeesh!

Who's right, who's left, who's green, who's tea, who's who, what, when, where, why, AND how!?!
There's so much going on...on all fronts at once, enough to make heads spin fast enough to miss something.

Personally speaking, I find nothing wrong with people helping one another and all that.  I don't necessarily want the government in charge of everything in my personal life, but I also don't want there to be no protection for people who fall through the cracks when our government forgets about the disenfranchised.  It's a big push-me-pull-you affair, that's for sure.

So what do we do?  It seems we used to have more answers.  Now we seem to have more and more questions.  Important questions. Questions that require answers.

 Truth is, I've never been more confused about our government. I love this country, voted for Obama out of that love, am sick and tired of the ugliness that has taken hold of Washington DC and has spread throughout this nation.  It's all way too ugly out there, and it's getting pretty nasty locally too.

That's what I figure is the best thing to do...start locally, pray globally.  There is no retirement when it comes to the future.

So for today, to me at any rate, Fifty Five is the New Revolutionary, because it ain't over 'til the craziness stops.

Dreams Do Come True

Isn't it wonderful to report when things actually do happen right?  It's like a Disney moment, when all the forest animals come out and help Snow White clean the cabin....complete with breaking into song!

Well dear readers, and you know who you are, yours truly is happy to report success at last in the recording of our song "Higher Ground."  While it may not sound like much on the surface, anyone who knows me or has been following some of these blogs knows that I've been wanting to record original music since I was knee high to a caterpillar.  (I'm too short to qualify for "Knee High To A Grasshopper" status, so bear with me)

Anyway, just waiting on Jack to come back from re-parking the car (a nightly necessity/urban sport combo that any big city dweller will understand) for his P.O.V., and if all is fine the I'll try to sneak a preview in this blog for my special friends.  Keep your fingers crossed!

So, how does all this figure into the Fifty-Five Is The New....scenario?  Well, I guess it's just that dreams do come true.  It takes a bit of hard work, and there's a lot of griping that goes along with all that-griping and swearing, sweating and gnashing of teeth...but then suddenly, WHAMMO!
It happens. Most people don't get the chance to experience half the things I have, and for all that I am truly grateful.

I've been very blessed in my life, there's no denying it! Being finally able to work on our music, on the art and writing....MAJOR blessings, that's for sure. But you know what?
It's true...family matters even more.
So many miracles-and believe me, there is no other word for some of this stuff.
I've met my birth son, which to me is the biggest miracle of all. Everything else pales by comparison.

So in honor of my birthson and how he inspires me to keep on with it all, Fifty Five Is The New Dreams Do Come True!  Because they really, really do!

Search

Been a few days....and that's too easy to say.  I'm trying, after all, to do more than just blither about this and that on the internet. There's more to this blog than mere writing of crap for crap's sake.

This is a discipline...a way to break through the writer' s block and other things that keep me distancing me from what I want to do.

Getting befuddled, caught up in getting caught up is one of those things for me. Don't know if it's hereditary or not...some of it comes up when depression hits so maybe. But what ever, this exercise is all about working through things, including befuddlement and procrastination.

Giving in to procrastination is not pro-active.  It's not how to get things done.
 
So it's back to it...time waits for no one.

Interesting note, that....time waits for no one.  On the one hand, it doesn't but on the other....time is elemental to its surroundings, space/time speaking.

What does that have to do with Fifty five being the new anything? Well....time isn't standing still chronologically, that's for sure.  But what that amount of time feels like depends on a lot of different things.  When I was young, everything could be measured in ways that made me feel that time was eternal.  These days, it seems there's not enough time for anything.

Funny to think of us Baby Boomers hitting this period of our lives right now.....sharing this moment, maybe going through the same sensations. I wonder how many of us are sitting around somewhere together,  sharing a sip or a toke or just a laugh....remembering.

Remember being alive in the '60s?  I mean, really being alive. Feeling like we were living on the head of a bullet that was being shot into space, that kind of alive.  Hell, for a brief time it seemed everything we were doing was part of something bigger than ourselves.  This point of view is in direct contrast with views expressed by critics of the generation.  They've expressed the idea that we were spoiled, born with silver spoons in our mouths and just causing trouble.

Well, causing trouble helped bring about Civil Rights, Women's Rights, the end of the Vietnam War, Earth Day,  Woodstock and incredible music and artwork.   Not bad for a bunch of dirty long-haired wierdos, eh America?

Sure, we've had some bad moments, too.  What generation doesn't? 

None of us walks on water....at least not these days.  However back then, under certain influences anything was possible.  Who remembers raising the Pentagon?
I rest my case. 

So, you may ask, what's the point?  What does it all mean?
Well, what did it all mean back then? 
 "I'm just looking for myself," was a popular slogan back then and it still rings true today.  We're still at it, though we might not call it that anymore.  But we are, still looking for who we are and what we're doing in the grand scheme of things...just further along on the timeline.

So for today, Fifty-Five is the New Search- still at it.  Same old same old....same search different day.
Come out, come out...wherever you are!