Saturday Song with Puddles Pitty Party

puddlesLess than a half hour left in my Saturday and so I bring you a Saturday Song feature that needs little to no introduction. And to be honest, it’s more fun with next to no explanation. Maybe you’ve seen him already, but I just fell in love with this seven foot clown this week, and man, can he sing!

You can look up Puddles, the Sad Clown with the Golden Voice at PuddlesPityParty.com, like it says on his suit case, but the moment you watch one of the few videos on his YouTube channel, you will find scores of links to videos taken by fans, and unsuspecting strangers on their phones and cameras at various clubs from Seattle, Washington to Bethlehem, PA, including this sad moment in Atlanta. One of my favorites is a very serious, and apparently utterly spontaneous rendition of “Dancing Queen” at Joe’s Coffee Shop in Nashville.

This Saturday Song below was introduced to me by a friend on Facebook this week, and if you don’t recognize the original, you’ll have to look up Lorde’s version. But if you listen to the radio at all, even just in the store, you’ll recognize the lyrics quickly enough. And while Weird Al’s parody was priceless, THIS one, with Puddles and Postmodern Jukebox is undoubtedly my favorite cover of “Royals:”

 Bonus Clip–Puddles, Acapella:

“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with…

David J. Bauman:

This is one I’d like to try. Funny, and frightening how true this is of people. I’ll have to put Wallace’s book on my reading list.

Originally posted on Words for the Year:

“The next suitable person you’re in light conversation with, you stop suddenly in the middle of the conversation and look at the person closely and say, “What’s wrong?” You say it in a concerned way. He’ll say, “What do you mean?” You say, “Something’s wrong. I can tell. What is it?” And he’ll look stunned and say, “How did you know?” He doesn’t realize something’s always wrong, with everybody. Often more than one thing. He doesn’t know everybody’s always going around all the time with something wrong and believing they’re exerting great willpower and control to keep other people, for whom they think nothing’s ever wrong, from seeing it.”

David Foster Wallace, The Pale King

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Thursday Love Poem Throw Back: “Cleaving”

love-picture-quotes_3019-1I know my UK friends are already on to Friday where they used to post Flashbacks, before the silly hashtag of #TBT. And while I think Throw Back Thursday was just a trick used to freshen up the classic Flashback Friday, the trick fails for me. As I’ve said before, if you are a fisherman in Pennsylvania (not that I am, but I come from a family of them), throw-backs are fish that were too small to keep, not enough meat in them, not material for digesting. Toss ‘em back and let them grow a while before reeling them in next year.

Still, it is Thursday, the day for the infamous Thursday Love Poem . But it’s only Thursday for a little while so maybe we are close enough to Flashback Friday for me to post a Thursday poem that I placed on these pages two and a half years ago. I guess in the poem I was the Throwback, not a keeper. So perhaps this fits all possible meanings of both hashtagged days.

You can read the post from two point five years ago here, and how my two youngest boys help me film, produce and edit, not only the film, but the poem itself. Read more about Thursday Love Poems and their origin as a regular feature by clicking here. These are not your grandmother’s love poems, as they are inspired by Edna St. Vincent Millay’s poem, entitled “Thursday.”

AND if I loved you Wednesday,
Well, what is that to you?
I do not love you Thursday–
So much is true.

And why you come complaining
Is more than I can see.
I loved you Wednesday–yes–but what
Is that to me?

The coolest thing for me about this piece wasn’t so much the story as the chance to play with a word that means two opposite things, what some call an autoantonym, or the word I am more familiar with, contronym. To cleave could mean to cling tightly to or to cut in two, as in the word cleaver, a rather scary image for me in this video.

Why not look up more contronyms and maybe try a poem exploring the tension between the two meanings of a word yourself?

Read more about Thursday Love Poems and their origin as a regular feature by clicking here.

Don’t Let Them Break the Internet

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This is how websites will look, except not as cute, if big cable companies get their way and charge “fastlane” prices that little guy, indie and independent websites cannot afford.

Look, the net has been a great format for previously unheard voices from blogging to video to music. Bandcamp, SoundCloud, YouTube, WordPress and so many more formats exist that allow us some freedom in what we want to read, watch and listen to. I’m not prepared to allow the likes of Comcast to suck the beauty and crazy individuality of the internet.

Are you?

There are only a few days left for public comment to the FCC about this. Let’s make a ruckus, a virtual riot. Contact your lawmakers and tell them what you want.  Tell them if they side with corporate greed over their constituents, you’ll do more than respond at the polls in November.

Join the Battle for the Net and find out how you can get involved.

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A Saturday Song with Nina Simone

The Amazing Nina Simone

(Photo credit: Wikipedia)

You got trouble in mind? Are you blue? Well, you won’t be blue always. Gonna keep this one simple, because maybe you need a little uplift like I did tonight.

As I was heading home from the job I have to do, looking forward to some rest before going to the job I love to do, I was getting some uplift from this song coming over the speakers in my car. God, Nina Simone’s voice affects me like nobody else’s.

In many ways my life is better than it’s ever been, but there are some real struggles going on too. Nina helps me get a bit of it out and she reminds me the future’s bright with that sun shining “in my back door some day.”

 

One Perfect Thursday Love Poem, with Dorothy Parker

quotes-oh-life-is-a-glorious_5971-0We’re due for another Thursday Love poem feature, and so in the spirit of “Thursday,” a sort-of love poem by one of my poetic heroines, Edna St. Vincent Millay, I give you a piece from another New York mistress of words and wit, Dorothy Parker.

If you’re not familiar with the Thursday Love Poem feature, just go ahead and enjoy the poem below first, but then go back and click on that Thursday link in the first line of this post in order to get the original poem that inspired this irreverent tribute to love.

Like Vincent (as Millay liked to be called), Parker was both a poet and a social activist in the 1920’s New York literary scene. They were quite progressive ladies, though their poetry did not go the way of the Modernists, into ideas and abstractions, in the mid 30’s.

The Dorothy Parker Society has created a great little website dedicated to her and you should check it out. They even have a pretty hefty audio archive of Dorothy’s readings, including today’s:

A single flow’r he sent me, since we met.
All tenderly his messenger he chose;
Deep-hearted, pure, with scented dew still wet–
One perfect rose.

I knew the language of the floweret;
“My fragile leaves,” it said, “his heart enclose.”
Love long has taken for his amulet
One perfect rose.

Why is it no one ever sent me yet
One perfect limousine, do you suppose?
Ah no, it’s always just my luck to get
One perfect rose.