Transport Thursday!


Melody wants you to know that Irving Berlin sure ’nuff had it right.

I have an ear for music,
And I have an eye for a maid.
I like a pretty girlie,
With each pretty tune that’s played.
They go together,
Like sunny weather goes with the month of May.
I’ve studied girls and music,
So I’m qualified to say
A pretty girl is like a melody
That haunts you night and day,
Just like the strain of a haunting refrain,
She’ll start up-on a marathon
And run around your brain.
You can’t escape, she’s in your memory.
By morning night and noon.
She will leave you and then come back again,
A pretty girl is just like a pretty tune.

Tiny Tuesday!


Last Thursday I finally remembered that I had ordered a goat charm to join the ram charm on one of my bracelets and went to pick him up after transport. He’s very handsome.

He’s posing in front of a couple of Jenny Lewis CDs that my Capricorn gave me for my birthday. He says they are from Eva, too, so she gets to listen to them with me. She’s quite the vocalist herself, you know, though she tends more toward the Mariah Carey range.

List

Y’all ever working away and then think to yourself, It’s possible my iTunes has multiple personality disorder?

My most recent 20 in a row:

20. Yo La Tengo – Ohm
19. Poco – Keep On Trying
18. Madonna – The Power of Goodbye
17. Lou Reed – Sweet Jane
16. Portugal.The Man – Feel It Still
15. Warren Zevon – Accidentally Like a Martyr
14. Smashing Pumpkins – 1979
13. One Republic – Fingertips
12. Three Dog Night – Never Been to Spain
11. Sound Garden – Black Hole Sun
10. Annie Lennox – Why
09. Beyonce – Crazy in Love
08. Eagles – Take It to the Limit
07. Fleetwood Mac – Over My Head
06. Led Zeppelin – When the Levee Breaks
05. John Mellencamp – Dance Naked
04. Pet Shop Boys – Rent
03. Everlast – Funky Beat
02. Starship – Sara
01. Shins – Simple Song

iTunes, go home. You’re drunk.

Not gonna let ’em catch me


This is Lynne’s. She loaned it to me, and David read it while he was here, and I’ve been working my way through it.

First off, it takes me back to a certain time in my life populated by certain people and I miss them.

Second, the book cracks me up because I loved the Allman Brothers, and I saw them live many times, and the very thing they loved about their own band and that their devoted fans loved, drove me crazy. “NOT TWO DRUM SOLOS,” I would beg. “NO NO, NOT ANOTHER GUITAR SOLO, we will never ever ever get out of this concert.” They literally played concerts where they started on one day and ended on the next.

I’m sorry, Allman Brothers. I sucked.

I love the way this writer has compiled the words of the band members and their crew and their handlers and everyone who was part of that world into what is for me a riveting look at myths being dispelled and hard work, perserverence, and talent being the real story here. It’s a Southern story. A blues story. A rock and roll story. And it’s authentic and raw.

Unfortunately, I’ve just gotten to the death of Duane Allman and I’m so sad that I’m taking a little break. I killed a musician once in a novel (yes, unpublished), and I could barely handle it in fiction.

I’ll come back to you, ABB.


I played this song five million times when I was a freshman in college. I do not know how my roommate endured me.

Tiny Tuesday!

“Beverly Hills, 90210” was running during the decade when I watched almost no television, or if I did, it was mostly sitcoms. I probably thought it was for a younger audience than me. However, I knew who was in the cast, and I once bought a Tori Spelling doll for my late friend Jeff simply because she had a big “marked down” sticker on her, and it made me laugh. (She was returned to my collection before he died.)

I was really bummed to hear that Luke Perry, who played Dylan McKay on “90210” died after a stroke. He is one of those people who you never hear anything bad about. Whenever I saw him give interviews or read articles about him, or read what other people said about him, they were always positive things. He’s way too young to be gone, and in a time when we need all the good guys we can get, he seemed to be one of the best.

I have several Dylan McKay (and for that matter, Brandon Walsh, who was played by Jason Priestley on the show) dolls, and I asked Tom to help me find them in our workroom last night.

People, you do NOT KNOW how challenging Wardrobe is. First, when I opened the door to the workroom (which has exterior doors only, it doesn’t open into any of the residences on our property), a rat ran across the floor. (Tom says it was a small rat. I say it was the size of a raccoon or a Maine Coon cat. Whatever, Tom.)

I kind of wanted to give up until summer, but Tom persevered. He finally found the right bin and brought it inside so I could shoot my Dylan dolls.

Only they were wrapped in tissue nude! And the wardrobe bags are… in that same workroom! I was not going back. Then I remembered I had a lot of boxed dolls in the top of my bedroom closet. I could borrow from their wardrobes!

First up was Harley Ken because his clothes are kinda smokin’. They would be a good Dylan McKay wardrobe. Except freakin’ Mattel and their crap clothes made of crap materials–his pants disintegrated when I removed them!


Even Delta looks distressed.

Seriously, this weird blue powder would be all that’s left of the pants if I tried to put them on Dylan.

NEXT!

Enter Orlando Bloom, willing to strip down to help a fellow actor out.

Between them, Robert Pattinson as Edward Cullen and Kellan Lutz as Emmett Cullen were mostly useless. Their clothes are TOO SMALL for Dylan. Emmett is supposed to be HUGE. How is that possible? I think I ended up using Edward Cullen’s jeans. Maybe.

I guess when all else fails, turn to science fiction. Zachary Quinto will NOT LET YOU DOWN.

So, finally, here is the photo I was able to post to Instagram. But now you know all the angst and drama of Wardrobe that my Insta followers do not. The “90210” writers have nothing on me.


Good guy Luke Perry playing Dylan McKay, Legolas, and Mr. Spock.

I cry foul on my naysaying friends!

Once again, sorry to my Instagram followers for being repetitive, but let’s talk for a few minutes about Somewhere in Time. I mentioned on Instagram how surprising it was that I’d never seen this 1980 movie because who’s more beautiful on film than Jane Seymour and Christopher Reeve and they are together! And it’s romance. And it has love that transcends time and separation. But mostly, it was surprising because I have listened to the score of the movie for decades and love it.

Oh, everyone said, YOU MUST SEE IT. (Except Puterbaugh, such a film geek, but he hadn’t seen it either.) So I ordered it. It came on Valentine’s Day, and from the moment Tom started the DVD, I wanted to cry. Okay, maybe I did cry. I didn’t even know how things would play out or what would or wouldn’t happen, but it’s that MUSIC.

SORT OF SPOILERS AHEAD (because you won’t see the actual end of the movie and I won’t provide it):

Near the end, when anybody’s heart would be breaking, and I definitely was crying… well, here. Here’s a four minute and something clip. Go ahead. Watch some heartbreak.

Now as I was watching that, there was no way I couldn’t think of another scene from another movie and how many times my friends who’ve been forced to watch it with me complained and carried on about how LONG it was, how torturous to see, oh, she should snap out of it. Let’s view the scene that makes them squirm and carry on.

It’s not that long! Christopher Reeve’s adult Richard Collier is grieving a love of like two days that he thinks is lost forever. Kristen Stewart’s teenaged Bella Swan is grieving a love of what, a year’s duration?, she thinks is lost forever. And though three months may pass in Bella’s scene, it’s just a little over TWO MINUTES on the screen.

If we can cry through four minutes of Richard’s agonizing sense of loss, Bella should get at least two.

I do wonder if Chris Weitz the director of New Moon thought of Christopher Reeve/Richard Collier at the window. It IS a truth internetly acknowledged that author Stephenie Meyer cites Somewhere in Time as one of her influences.

Also, I have imagined with some amusement Superman time traveling to Forks and making Vampire Girl forget Mr. Sparkles.

I ship them.