Tag: Monday Mood
Mood: Monday
If I could turn back time…
I’m glad it’s your birthday.
Happy birthday to you.
Mood: Monday
Just a little while longer.
Mood: Monday
One week later, still no hot water.
Not my dog. Picture from the Internet.
Mood: Monday
The dogs say that one inch of snow and 16 degrees is bullshit, and they would like tospeak to the manager. Or at least be left undisturbed in their various sleeping spots until dinner is served.
Mood: Monday
An Aries advice: Do something creative today.
Mood: Monday
Life is but a dream.
Mood: Monday
Got another new book.
Since I’m writing responses in this one, not sure I’ll always share the answers. But today, I chose “Have you ever had to give up on a dream and if so why?”
First thought: This book is not big on proper punctuation.
Then I got out my Wood Words from Magnetic Poetry creator Dave Kapell (it’s signed and numbered on the bottom, and I had forgotten all about it until I went looking for something else).
I pulled some words to add to my answer. It’s a mood.
Mood: Monday
STILL refuses to apologize for the March he ran away to the Festival of Colors. May do it again this spring.
From my repurposed 1981 calendar.
Monday: Mood
In truth, no one did. But this made me laugh, so I share it with you.
Did you hear “MacArthur Park” first by Donna Summer? Richard Harris? No matter, it was written by the acclaimed songwriter Jimmy Webb, and this version features him with backup vocals by Brian Wilson.
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You’ll still be the one.
Some people call it the worst song ever recorded. I think that’s an exaggeration. Webb said this about it in an interview:
Everything in the song was visible. There’s nothing in it that’s fabricated. The old men playing checkers by the trees, the cake that was left out in the rain, all of the things that are talked about in the song are things I actually saw. And so it’s a kind of musical collage of this whole love affair that kind of went down in MacArthur Park. … Back then, I was kind of like an emotional machine, like whatever was going on inside me would bubble out of the piano and onto paper.
It matches the mood of The Musician at this moment.