Song Challenge: Day 14

Today’s challenge is “a song you liked hearing at a wedding.” I sat here thinking of all the weddings I’ve been to in my life, and the only songs that immediately came to mind are from marriages that ended in divorce. For all those weddings I’ve been to where couples are still together, I can’t remember their music! My advice to people getting married is: Pick music or songs you’ll continue to feel affection for no matter how things end up, and don’t let anybody talk you out of your music choices. That music may be among your best memories.

“Colour My World” is the first song I taught myself on piano. Yes, it was played at a wedding. My first one.

Mood: Monday and Song Challenge: Day 11

Breathe With Me
©Preston M. Smith, USA
oil on canvas, 2017

I’m fascinated by Smith’s work that (I think) I found for the first time today. I connected with so many of his paintings and their titles. This one felt like the right match for today’s song challenge, “a song that you never get tired of.” For me, that song is Dennis Wilson’s “Forever,” from the Beach Boys’ Sunflower album in 1970. This was a lesser-known gem Beach Boys fans and followers loved for a long time. It found a new audience when it was sung by an actor on a popular TV show in the 1990s. While considered a sweet love song, there’s a sadness woven through it within the context of Dennis’s passionate, glorious, and tumultuous life and early death.

Song Challenge: Day 7

I had an appointment to go to so I turned Thursday into a day of errands: dropping off clothing donations, making a rare visit to the wonderful Texas Art Supply (it used to be so convenient in the old ‘hood, and today they gave me a bunch of help) to buy a couple of gifts and goodies, filling up the car with gas, and grabbing Starbucks along the way.

I have a car playlist called “Driving,” and since today’s song challenge is “a song to drive to,” I switched to it. Songs include Don Henley’s “Boys of Summer,” U2’s “California (There Is No End To Love),” Jackson Browne’s “Chasing You Into the Light,” One Republic’s “Come Home,” Paul Young’s “Everytime You Go Away,” Wesley Dean’s “Hello, I Love You, Goodbye,” Gladys Knight & The Pips’ “Midnight Train to Georgia,” and Gregg Allman’s “Midnight Rider,” “Multi Colored Lady,” and “Please Call Home.”

All excellent songs and fun to sing with as I drive, but for this challenge, I’m sharing what may be my favorite song to drive to or even think about driving to. I love to hear it, sing it, and make up stories to it and have been doing so since I first heard it in 1971. I made an entire video in my head to accompany this song before videos were a thing, and I still remember my mental video all these years later for Carole King’s “Carry Your Load” from the great album Music. Give it a listen if you haven’t heard it or want the nostalgia of remembering it.

I have two of those Barbie convertibles, one from Margret via Lynne, and one from Nurse Lisa. THANK YOU!

Song Challenge: Day 6

Today’s challenge, “a song that makes you want to dance,” reminds me that I’m a person who wants to dance WHILE no one’s watching, not LIKE no one’s watching. I wish I still had access to my family’s home movies that I lost in a computer meltdown, because I think there was footage of young Becky dancing, and I’ll get to that in a minute.

I never went to school dances and even at the mandatory “proms” my last two years of high school, I didn’t dance. My girlfriends and I didn’t dance at slumber parties. I don’t, for example, think I’ve ever seen Lynne dance, and we’ve been friends since we were twelve. During our teen era, kids I hung out with were “too cool” to dance, which was fine, because dancing just wasn’t my thing.

Photo © BoDogVintage

In the 1970s, I did go to bars/clubs during the height of the disco era, but I didn’t dance. In the 1980s, when I finally DID dance at clubs and bars, they were usually slow dances, though I absolutely do remember finally dancing to the songs of Prince and Michael Jackson. Resistance was futile. Then, under the influence of my favorite enabler, Kathy, I learned to Texas two-step at country/cowboy bars. My footwear was red ropers like these, which oddly, I donated to Goodwill when I moved to Texas.

So probably the only time in my life when I danced without feeling self-conscious and awkward, I looked a little like this.

And I absolutely know what I danced to. And I always will. When no one’s watching.

Button Sunday with Song Challenge: Day 3


In honor of today’s song challenge, what song reminds you of summertime?

Bet you thought I’d choose a Beach Boys song, but no, here’s a deep dive from Mungo Jerry in 1970. You’d have to work hard to feel unhappy when this came over your transistor radio.

Challenges yet to come.

Photo Friday, No. 897

Current Photo Friday theme: Futuristic

In 1996, Barbie and Ken joined Kirk and Spock on the bridge of the Starship Enterprise to celebrate the 30th anniversary of “Star Trek’s” television debut. I don’t believe that in 1966, anyone looking toward a future in space imagined that here on Earth, the TV show would launch all the subsequent series, movies, Hallmark ornaments, dolls and toys, costumes, or fan gatherings and enthusiasm the franchise still enjoys.

Live long and prosper!

Buying a little peace of mind


When I recently listened to the double CD that includes Dennis Wilson’s solo album Pacific Ocean Blue and the tracks from the second planned solo album, the last couple of songs on both CDs had skips on them. Fortunately, I was able to find a used copy from an eBay seller for a good price. The cover of this second one is beat up–mine isn’t–but the CDs both sound fine. If you know me, you understand this is a crisis averted. This collection is a go-to for me when I need to find a certain kind of solace and peace. In the past, I have’t listened to it on my little CD player, so maybe a different player wouldn’t have had the same problems. I’ll check that out sometime later. For now, I’m good.

News came out this week that Dennis’s brother Brian, the oldest of the Wilson brothers, has some form of dementia. Since his wife, who recently died, managed his care, and the care of their children still living at home, a conservatorship has been approved by a court with the family’s input. Apparently, Brian’s still singing and playing at home, but he doesn’t always do well in unfamiliar situations or with unfamiliar people. I wish him the very best and hope there aren’t any issues within his family about his care or his money or property. Not everyone inside the Beach Boys organization as it now exists has been kind to him, just as they were often unkind to Dennis. There’ve been many books and articles written about them; no need for me to rehash it here. I simply think Brian’s life has been tumultuous, and his gifts so beautifully shared, that he deserves a gentle and loving twilight.

Now that I’ve been through my A to Z CD binders, I have plans for what music I’ll listen to going forward when I write. More to come.

A few photos of the Wilson brothers I’m mostly saving for my own future reference, though it’s interesting to see how they changed through the years before Dennis died in 1983 (drowning, age 39) and Carl died in 1998 (lung cancer, age 51).


Carl, Dennis, and Brian Wilson, 1964
©Getty Images: Michael Ochs Archives


Dennis, Brian, and Carl Wilson, 1967
©Getty Images: Michael Ochs Archives


Brian, Carl, and Dennis Wilson, 1977
©Getty Images: Ron Galella


Dennis, Brian, and Carl Wilson, 1979
©Getty Images: Michael Ochs Archives


Brian, Dennis, and Carl Wilson, 1980
©Andre Csillag/Shutterstock


Dennis, Carl, and Brian Wilson, 1980
©Andre Csillag/Shutterstock

So far on midweek Wednesday


I no longer have any James Taylor on vinyl, but I think I lost at least my original Sweet Baby James to someone who “borrowed” it. A few incidents like that are why I stopped loaning albums and books to anyone who isn’t named “Lynne.” Lynne might forget she borrowed something (she’d be the first to say so!) but if I reminded her, she’d absolutely return it.

A bit of wisdom age afforded me: People who deliberately steal stuff from you are not your friends and will also lie to you and about you.

I lost 17 Three Dog Night albums to the Harvey flood and was able to save four on vinyl; replaced the drowned It Ain’t Easy with this CD; and acquired The Best of Three Dog Night to give me at least some of the songs I loved listening to. In time, I’ll decide which of their albums I want to replace, though it won’t be all of the live ones and imports (I had those because 3DN was among a small group of artists for whom I collected everything, including rarities–not a goal, anymore).

When listening to their music, I can always identify which of Three Dog Night’s three singers (Cory Wells, Danny Hutton, or Chuck Negron) takes the lead on any song. The three of them worked with Brian Wilson when the Beach Boys were making their Wild Honey album, and Brian’s sometime-collaborator Van Dyke Parks said he (Van Dyke) was part of creating the name “Three Dog Night.”

Decades later, Danny Hutton is still part of Brian’s group of friends and revolving musicians. In sadder news, it was announced that Brian’s second wife, Melinda Ledbetter Wilson, who’s credited with changing and improving his life starting in the 1980s, died unexpectedly yesterday. If you like musician docudramas/biopics, their story is portrayed in the film Love & Mercy.

Three Dog Night didn’t write their own music, but they sure had the pipes to sing other artists’ songs and make them hits. RIP, Cory Wells, along with your bandmates Jimmy Greenspoon, Joe Shermie, and Floyd Sneed, and your fishing buddy Rob Grill of the Grass Roots. I was a fan of you all.

Here’s Chuck taking the lead on this blast-from-the-past version of “Easy To Be Hard,” written for the musical Hair.

ETA 2/11/24: Acquired another Three Dog Night compilation, The Complete Hit Singles. It’s basically what’s on The Best of Three Dog Night plus one song. That’s all right.

Midweek inventory


I think all the new or replacement Springsteen CDs* have trickled in from their various sources, and I’ve been listening to them when I have time to write. It’s kind of funny, because as I told Lynne and Tom, the character I’m writing has little interest in contemporary music from any of the decades written so far in the Neverending Saga, so while *I* enjoy Bruce Springsteen (and the E Street Band)’s music, it doesn’t really speak to who and what I’m writing.

HOWEVER, coincidentally, my Hell’s Kitchen musician character was born in March 1949 and grew up in Manhattan, while Bruce was born in September of ’49 and grew up in Freehold, New Jersey. That means these two boys from working class families, one fictional, one real, were roughly an hour apart by car (and separated by the watery Hudson River and a couple of bays). Though their lives are mostly dissimilar and their music is different, they’re both storytellers. As I write, my character’s ears are keenly attuned to and inspired by the music playing, and he keeps wanting to take over the story.

Creatively, it’s not a bad problem to have. I hope my characters keep bugging me for as long as I’m around. Any family or friends who understand me may need to tell any healthcare providers that not everything I say is indicative of dementia. Since my early teens, I’ve had a condition that Lynne and I call “Characters,” common among poets, playwrights, songwriters, and fiction writers.

*From Bruce Springsteen with and without the E Street Band:
Greetings from Asbury Park, N.J./Bruce Springsteen: The Wild, The Innocent, & The E Street Shuffle/The River/Nebraska/Born In The U.S.A./Tunnel of Love/Devils & Dust/Wrecking Ball/High Hopes/Letter To You/Only The Strong Survive

Dedicated to Elle from DFS. (They’ve got me addicted to romance.)

Is Wednesday really a day…

…when one can get over a hump? Time will tell.

The “Be Positive” coloring and writing journal that Lynne gave me–May of 22?–that I use for coloring and speculating about what I’m writing or should be writing and the inspirations and challenges involved. Today, after I wrote next to the page I’d colored, I closed the book and laughed at that name…be positive. Gotta say what I wrote today in the journal is maybe one of the least positive things I think/feel. The words I almost never say out loud because they would likely be misunderstood or else prompt advice or guidance that I’m not looking for. That’s not my Aries resistance to being directed or told what to do. It’s only that this Aries knows herself–myself–too well to pretend I’m looking for answers from outside when the answers within have been hard won.

On the other hand, the drawing I colored is pretty and untroubled.

Plus I have written today, and every bit of writing nourishes the Muse who in turn nourishes my creative drive.

While writing, I listened to really good music all the way around, meaning of course, music I like/enjoy/admire/feel.

Kicked off with Brighter: A Duncan Sheik Collection from Duncan Sheik, and great liner notes from James Hunter (from Rolling Stone magazine). Certain parts of Hunter’s notes resonate with me, and the music is good to listen to, write to, think to.

Tom and I were on a road trip many years ago when we stopped somewhere and bought a bunch of CDs so we could hear music we didn’t know, and that’s when we got Shinedown’s The Sound of Madness. I used to hear it a lot because I uploaded it to my iTunes library, but after my main iTunes computer stopped working early in the pandemic, the only songs that will play on my iTunes are ones I’ve actually purchased from Apple. We still need to either get that Mac fixed or figure out what we can grab from its backup drive. That task has been “on the list” since the world reopened in 2021.

Finally, The Best of Simon & Garfunkel. No explanation needed, right? WAY BACK when I was given my first record player, a Simon & Garfunkel album was one of the first three I received, probably for a birthday. They never get old, and their song “The Boxer” still does battle with Bruce Springsteen’s “Thunder Road” as my favorite song of all time. There’s a nod to the duo in the first novel in the Neverending Saga.


Shared before but always happy to show Becky’s First Record Player. There were times it felt like the only thing teenage Becky could count on. In the current novel in progress, a character has just received her first record player and a collection of 45s. Lucky little nine-year-old. I was a few years older when I got mine.