Monday, October 31, 2016

Monday’s Music Moves Me: Witches, Gypsy Women, Hoodoo, etc.

As I said in my post last year, I’m not into Hallowe’en. I almost pointed out that Hallowe’en is short for “All Hallow’s Eve,” being the day before All Saints’ Day, and given you five songs with “saint” in them. Then I realized that there were more than a few songs about witches, Gypsy women, voodoo, etc. and this playlist was born. Hope you like it.

Witchy Woman – Eagles Their first Top Ten hit reached #9 in 1972 in the US and #8 in Canada.

Witch Queen of New Orleans – Redbone Their second single rose to #2 in the UK but only to #21 in the US. It’s a great song, too. Go figure.

Marie Laveau – Dr. John This isn’t the song by Bobby Bare that was covered by Dr. Hook. I first heard this on an album my Dad had that featured the Albert “Papa” French Dixieland Band (originally the Oscar “Papa” Celestin Dixieland Band). The original is here, and I chose not to go with it because it’s kind of hard to hear, and besides, Dr. John does it in his own unique style. Marie was a Creole woman who practiced voodoo in New Orleans, and the song tells her story, sort of.

Love Potion #9 – The Clovers The original version of this Lieber and Stoller classic, covered many times, never quite duplicated. It reached #23 on the Hot 100 and the R&B Chart in 1959.

Hoochie Coochie Man – Muddy Waters Willie Dixon, Muddy’s onetime bass player, has composed hundreds of blues songs, including this, which incorporates Gypsy women, hoodoo (the black cat bone, the mojo, the John the Conqueror root), and a reference to the “seventh son of a seventh son” legend. Muddy recorded this in 1954 and a number of times after; this is the original.

And that’s Monday’s Music Moves Me for October 31, 2016.

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Sunday, October 30, 2016

The Hallowe’en Eve Week That Was

This week’s edition of The Week That Was is brought to you by Everybody Polka! 36 great polka favorites on two cassettes or compact disks!

Growing up in Chicago, the second-most Polish city in the world behind Warsaw, I heard a lot of polka. You have to be very light on your feet to do the polka, something I’ve never been. God knows I’ve tried.

The Week That Was

This week (Tuesday) Mary and I celebrate 29 years in our house. We arrived early on the morning of November 1, 1987, or 10,591 days ago, or 1,513 weeks ago. Eight of those years have been leap years. Etcetera, etcetera. Anyway, on to the summary:

Monday was a freebie week. Reacting to a bumper sticker that said “I liked music better when they let ugly people make it,” I chose five artists I like who wouldn’t make it on MTV today, even if they did a few years ago. Understand, I don’t consider anyone ugly, and probably you don’t either, but there was a time the quality of the music counted for more than the looks of the artists making it. As XmasDolly said, only a rotten, ugly soul is truly ugly. Arlee said you could probably put Jimmy Durante, who was neither in the good looks nor good voice category, could still do a beautiful job of interpreting a song. Dan said that he wouldn’t want to spend a lot of time looking at the guys from ZZ Top (good as they are, who cares?) and Keith Moon was a little creepy-looking (Moon made a career of looking creepy, but was a tremendous drummer). Joey agreed with me that k. d. lang is an incredible singer, and said she still listens to her 1992 Ingenue album, which includes the song “Miss Chatelaine,” maybe my favorite k. d. lang song. Which, of course, gives me an excuse to play it…

Janie and Joyce wondered where Tom Petty was. I only had room for five, but he would have made the list, as would Bob Dylan, who Tom backed in the Eighties. And JoAnna suggested Janis Ian, who’s not ugly, either, but whose music you won’t see on MTV. Which reminds me of a song Chicago radio personality Jonathon Brandmeier did in the Eighties with his band, Johnny and The Leisure Suits…

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We took a break from our discussion of chanteuses to note the passing of singer Bobby Vee. That era between the early rock & rollers and the British Invasion gets forgotten, but had some great singers, including three guys named Bobby (Darin, Vee, and Vinton), as I told Hilary. When the British Invasion hit, most of them were forgotten.

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In a joint post with Wednesdays for My Wife, I recounted the story of going to see The Lake House and about something we heard a young lady say as she and her boyfriend were leaving the theater. Dan picked up on the comment I made early in the post about the two stars (Keanu Reeves and Sandra Bullock) having also been the stars of Speed, and we talked about our favorite line in that movie. As I said, it wasn’t a bad movie once you figured out what was happening. It just took a couple of viewings for Mary and I to figure it out.

I also took a moment to hype Linda Hill’s book, All Good Stories, which she’s trying to sell and get Amazon to promote. Linda’s a good friend and a good writer, and the book is less than a buck. If you haven’t already bought it, she’d really appreciate it.

I’m still having trouble with my Internet service, although they did some maintenance last night and maybe it’ll be a little more steady (and maybe I’ll sprout wings and fly), so responding to the “peace” prompt, I wrote about how these battles with my service provider are ruining my inner peace, because calling them just results in a sales pitch that I have to refuse, politely at first, less politely to get them to stop. Update on that: the adjustment he made on Wednesday lasted until Saturday. Many of you have run into the same aggravation with the same service provider and have also been given the hard-sell when calling them with an issue. Sadly, for most of us they’re the only game in town.

The Daily Post had “smoke” as their prompt on Thursday, and I thought it made a good prompt for a list of songs. I came up with six, remembering Howlin’ Wolf’s “Smokestack Lightnin'” at the last minute. I’m still open to suggestions; remember, the song must have “smoke” or some form of it in the title. So, as much as I’d like to include it, “Shanty” by Jonathan Edwards is out…

On the aforementioned Jonathon Brandmeier’s radio show, the guy who did the news was Buzz Kilman, and occasionally they’d use that song to lead in to his newscast.

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“In/Out” was the prompt, and I used the opportunity to talk about Mouthwash, the one cat we had who liked to go out (and come back in, and go out again, and…). It was a bit of a sad story, and by the time I finished telling it I was crying, not a good thing to do when you’re out in public. Many of you could relate to the sadness of losing a pet like that, and I appreciate the condolences. One thing I didn’t mention was that she never went into heat. It makes me wonder if she was actually someone’s cat and those people abandoned her, or if they moved and took her with, or if she ran away from her people and chose us because she could tell we were crazy cat people. I doubt she was feral. Guess we’ll never know.

So that’s it for this week’s edition of The Week That Was. This week, Halloween songs for M4 (lots of luck to me, huh?), a Question of the Month about kissing, the battle between Barbra Streisand and Chris Botti featuring Sting for grand champion of “What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?”, your “smoke” songs, a possibly election-related One-Liner, replies to whatever prompts Linda and Mama Kat throw at me, and whatever else I can come up with.

If you want, join me over on Facebook, where I’m posting things Dave Barry has on his blog in an effort to push the election and World Series news off my timeline…




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Saturday, October 29, 2016

Mouthwash #socs

I was tempted to do one of my song list posts, but one of the songs, “Within You Without You” by George Harrison (yes, when he was with the Beatles, but he was responsible for all the Indian music) was blocked by UMG, whoever the hell they are. So that’s out.

Over the years, most of my cats have been indoor cats, but I had one who liked to go out. She was a stray that I named Mouthwash, and I tried but couldn’t find any pictures of her. She was a gray tabby, who had a big white spot on her mouth, and she kind of looked green in certain kinds of light, kind of like Scope mouthwash, hence the name. A few years later, we took in another stray, Judy, who was pregnant and gave birth to five kittens. One of them, Lovey (also known as Spike, because she liked to hit cats and people) had a similar spot on her mouth, but the other side. We think there might have been a common relative.

I was never sure if Mouthwash actually belonged to someone else in the neighborhood or was actually a stray, but she liked us and would come in and sleep with us sometimes. We would feed her on the back deck, and with her a family of raccoons. We didn’t intend on feeding the raccoons, they just sort of came along. It was a mother and four kits, and they would eat the cat food we had left for Mouthwash. We had put a double dish out there with food in both compartments, and when the kits would eat, two would eat out of each bowl, one facing the house, the other facing the yard. Mom raccoon would sit there and watch the kits, and Mouthwash would sit a few feet away. They got along with each other. She got along well with our cats, too, never getting into fights with them. She left them alone, they left her alone.

When she wanted to go out, she’d stand at the front door and wait for one of us (usually me) to let her out. When she wanted to come back in, we’d hear her making noise on the porch and let her in. Occasionally she’d be standing out there yowling, and we knew she had brought us a gift. Sometimes it was a little bird, other times a mouse. Once she brought a little mole. We learned that you always accept a gift that the cat brings you, because they think, because we don’t hunt, we can’t feed ourselves, and that it’s best to thank the cat profusely and accept whatever they brought you, no matter how gross it might be, and dispose of it quietly.

She got to where she wanted to come and go about ten times a day. I’d let her out, and in, and out… We joked that the way she was going to get into heaven was to walk in and out the Pearly Gates until St. Peter said “Come in or go out!” Then she’d go in. When she slept in the house, she would sleep on the bed, at my feet. I had to be careful not to kick her out.

After a while, she took her meals outside, and we moved the food dish to the front porch, since she was going and coming via the front door all the time. In the morning, I’d go out with the food in the morning and she’d be waiting for me, and I’d feed her.

One morning I went out and didn’t see her there. I put some food in her bowl, figuring she had gone out exploring, but I was a little worried. I got more worried when the food remained untouched for several days, and finally realized she wasn’t coming back. Had she belonged to one of the neighbors, who decided to keep her inside, or moved? Had she wandered off and gotten hit by a car, or eaten by a hawk or owl? Had she gotten into a fight and died of her injuries? Had she wandered into the natural area behind the house and had a heart attack?

A couple of days before she disappeared, I was working in the yard and she came and wanted all kinds of attention and was climbing all over me. It wasn’t typical for her to do that, and it struck me that she was saying goodbye, telling me she loved me. She might have known she was headed for the Bridge soon, and wanted me to know that before she passed.

There are days I walk out the front door and expect to see her there, wanting to be fed. I know it’s impossible; this was almost twenty years ago and she was a grown cat. But we can always hope.


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Friday, October 28, 2016

The Friday Five: Five (plus a bonus) Songs With “Smoke” In The Title

The prompt yesterday for The Daily Post was “smoke.” Seeing that, all these songs with “smoke” (or some form of the word) jumped out at me, and I had today’s post. I even came up with a sixth, bonus word.

Smoke Gets In Your Eyes – The Platters This was written all the way back in 1933 by Jerome Kern and Otto Harbach for their musical Roberta. Eartha Kitt and others have done this one, but it’s The Platters’ version that I’m most familiar with. Oh, and Henny Youngman played on the violin between one-liners. The Platters’ version went to #1 on the Hot 100 as well as in the UK and Australia in 1958-59.

Smoke On The Water – Deep Purple From 1972’s Machine Head (released on my 16th birthday, no less), this song was the story of the trouble the band ran into when they tried to record the album using the Rolling Stones’ mobile studio in Montreux, only to have it burn down when someone got careless with a flare gun at a Frank Zappa concert. It reached #4 in the US and #2 in Canada in 1973.

Smokin’ In The Boy’s Room – Brownsville Station The pride of Ann Arbor, Michigan (I have friends there) released this in 1973, and it reached #3 in both the US and Canada. Mötley Crüe’s 1985 cover reached #16.

Smoke, Smoke, Smoke That Cigarette – Commander Cody & his Lost Planet Airmen Written by Merle Travis and Tex Williams in 1947 and covered many times. This one is my favorite.

Smokin’ – Boston Originally the b-side to “More Than A Feeling,” this was included on Boston’s 1976 eponymous debut album, and while it failed to chart, it’s a staple of classic rock radio.

Smokestack Lightnin’ – Howlin’ Wolf Your bonus track by Chester Arthur Burnett, also known as Howlin’ Wolf. As with many blues tunes, it was assembled from pieces of other blues numbers. Wolf recorded this in 1956, and it reached #11 on the R&B chart. Another one of those blues songs that’s covered by hundreds, many of whom add their own lyrics.

Got any others? Let me know in the comments.

And there’s your Friday Five for October 28, 2016.




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Thursday, October 27, 2016

Writer’s Workshop: Cable Internet vs. Inner Peace

Nothing makes me lose peace worse than Internet issues, and we’ve had a boatload of them lately. Seems we’ll be going along and everything will be fine, then suddenly we have no connection (despite the modem showing all the connections are okay), after which the modem (actually a gateway, a combined modem and wi-fi router) will reset itself. It might go hours or days without this issue (or maybe I’m not home when it happens), then it’ll start pulling the disconnecting and resetting thing every twenty minutes.

I thought it might be related to the cable connection into my office, so I moved the gateway downstairs near the TV, where we have another cable connection we’re no longer using for TV. No difference. Finally, I bought a new gateway, thinking Bombast (it rhymes) would tell me it wasn’t their signal, it was my equipment. Same issue. I contacted the manufacturer of the new gateway, who sent me instructions on how to read the statistics page and tell whether or not the signal was exceeding the limits of the gateway. And everything looked okay, but it was still resetting itself.

Finally, I called Bombast, and, after navigating my way through their voice menus, I get put in touch with someone. I tried to tell him what the issue was and he just walks me through the same thing I’ve been told to do, and which I’ve done myself a hundred times, during which he tells me he can knock $30 off my bill if I agree to accept cable and phone service. We cut the cord several years ago because we could get everything we wanted over the air, and we’re already shelling out for cellular phones, so I don’t need nor do I want a land line, but he was persistent (i.e. pushy). I finally told him, “Look! I don’t want cable TV, I don’t want a land line, I don’t want home security, I just want my f*cking Internet service to stop quitting on me!”

Evidently, he made some change at his end and so far it’s stayed up, but then it’s only been an hour. But I’m hopeful. I sat for about half an hour petting Minnie and Jasmine, two of my cats, until I felt peace again.

I’m starting to wonder if they cause problems on purpose to try and get me to call so they can try to sell me stuff I neither need nor want.

You realize, of course, that I lived almost forty years without the Internet. There are times I miss those days. I was a lot more peaceful then.

Pray for me, please…




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Wednesday, October 26, 2016

I’m out

Do Linda a favor and buy her book!

Linda G. Hill

I’m out. Of money, that is. It’s official. I went to the grocery store today to pick up some essentials and I got the dreaded “Insufficient Funds” screen on the debit machine. Though it’s killing me to do so, I’d like to ask a favour.

If you haven’t already, please buy my book. If you have, or if you have a friend who might like it, please direct them to it. Reblog, share on social media, have a parade down the main street of your town or city, whatever it is you normally do to get attention. If I can get to $100 in royalties, Amazon will pay me next month – they hold smaller amounts.

If you know me, you know I never ask for anything. I hate asking for anything. Please, just share this post. And if you have 99¢ and want to read a really funny book…

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Overheard At The Movies #1LinerWeds

In 2006, I really wanted to see Casino Royale with Daniel Craig as the new 007, and Mary said that she’d go with me, provided I accompanied her to a “chick flick” of her choice. Her choice was The Lake House, starring Sandra Bullock and Keanu Reeves. I wasn’t sure what to expect, but we had seen the two stars in Speed, and I liked that. So we went to a “bargain matinee” (remember when they had those, and they were actually a bargain?). There weren’t that many other people in the theater, but two of them were a teen couple. I guess he asked her out, she said she wanted to see it, and he reluctantly agreed.

We spent the next two hours trying to understand the movie. A lot of it was filmed in Chicago, so we knew a lot of the landmarks, and the stars were good. On the other hand, the plot, which involved two people separated by a number of years communicating through letters left in the mailbox at the lake house he had built years before and she now owned, was hard to keep up with and, by the end, Mary had a headache and I had absolutely no clue what the movie was about.

As we’re getting ready to leave, the teens walk past us, and the girl says

You’re such a boy!

I wish I had heard the rest of THAT conversation…


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Tuesday, October 25, 2016

Two for Tuesday: RIP Bobby Vee

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We need to take a break today from our survey of Chanteuses to note the passing of Robert Thomas Velline, a/k/a Bobby Vee, who died yesterday from complications of Alzheimer’s disease at the age of 73. Bobby’s big break came as the result of a tragedy, the death of Buddy Holly, Ritchie Valens, and J. P. Richardson (The Big Bopper) in 1959. At the age of fifteen, he and a group of high school kids calling themselve The Shadows volunteered to play at the concert scheduled for the next night in Moorhead, Minnesota. The show was a success and led to Bobby’s career as a solo singer.

Bobby charted 38 times on the Hot 100, with ten of those reaching the Top Ten. His lone #1 was “Take Good Care Of My Baby,” which reached that position in 1961.

Bobby’s last Top Ten single was “Come Back When You Grow Up,” which reached #3 on the Hot 100 in 1967.

And, since it’s my blog, one more: my favorite Bobby Vee song, “The Night Has A Thousand Eyes,” which reached #3 on the Hot 100, #2 on the Adult Contemporary chart, and #8 on the R&B chart in 1962.

Farewell, Bobby Vee, and thanks for all the music.

That’s your two for Tuesday, October 25, 2016.




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Monday, October 24, 2016

Monday’s Music Moves Me: Five Songs By “Ugly” Artists

This is going to take some explanation. It all started with a picture floating around Facebook. Maybe you’ve seen it.

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Anyway, I posted this, and my brother Kip said, “that should be a Friday Five: great songs by ugly artists!” Rather than doing a Friday Five, I thought I’d do it today for M4.

I don’t consider any of these artists ugly. I like, even love, their music, and would rather see them in concert than anyone making popular music today. The suits that control the popular music industry today would likely disagree; to paraphrase H. L. Mencken, they’re the kind of people who believe that, since a rose smells better than a cabbage, it makes better soup. Anyway, on to the songs.

Never Be The Same – Christopher Cross The classic example of an artist whose career was ruined by MTV. His 1979 eponymous debut album went five times platinum and earned him five Grammy awards. MTV didn’t like his looks nor did they like his kind of Adult Contemporary. He continues to perform and record, but his albums haven’t been on the charts in some time. This went to #15 on the Hot 100 and #1 on the Adult Contemporary chart in 1980.

Downtown Train – Tom Waits He’s not a very good singer, and his looks aren’t likely to have the girls screaming for him, but he’s a pretty remarkable songwriter and musician whose songs have been covered by the likes of The Eagles and Rod Stewart, who covered this song. This is from his 1985 album Rain Dogs.

Constant Craving – k. d. lang I’m not sure k. d. belongs on this list, because I think she’s quite striking, but I doubt she’s what the producers of today are looking for. Besides, I wanted to make an excuse to play this song, from her 1992 album Ingenue. It reached #38 on the Hot 100 and #2 on the adult contemporary chart in 1992, and actually received the Best Female Video award from MTV the following year. I don’t think she’d do as well today.

With A Little Help From My Friends – Joe Cocker The late Joe Cocker wasn’t much in either the looks or voice category, but was a magnificent interpreter of songs. In this clip from Woodstock, he sings a song first sung by another “ugly” artist, Ringo Starr.

Frosty The Snowman – Leon Redbone and Dr. John Yes, it’s a Christmas song, and no, I don’t care. From Leon’s 1987 album Christmas Island, sung by a couple of old and not especially attractive guys.

What songs would you add to this list? Are there any you’d take off? Let me know in the comments.

That’s Monday’s Music Moves Me for October 24, 2016.

Monday’s Music Moves Me is sponsored by X-Mas Dolly, Callie, Stacy, Cathy, and Naila Moon, so be sure and visit them, where you can also find the Linky for the other participants.


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Sunday, October 23, 2016

A Cooler and Less Humid Week That Was

This edition of The Week That Was is sponsored by Woolworth and Woolco, your Hallowe’en store!

Hope you’ve got your Hallowe’en shopping done!

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The weather has finally cooled off and it feels great. Aside from that, it was a quiet week, thank heaven.

“Songs from commercials” was the theme, and you know I was all over it. I had Dan singing along with Snap, Crackle, and Pop on the Rice Krispies commercial. My dad told me that the part where the three are singing separate verses at the same time is a fugue, and Dan said it might very well have been. Arlee was a big fan of The T-Bones, a group comprised of some of L.A.’s hottest session players (“The Wrecking Crew”) who made a few hit records, with “No Matter What Shape (Your Shape Is In)” being their best-known and highest-charting song. Marie said she remembered the Chevrolet song because of a parody they would sing back in high school:

See the USSR
In your armored car,
Mr. Krushchev is asking you to call.
Bring your tommy guns,
We’ll have lots of fun!
Germany’s the greatest land of all!
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The lovely Dinah Shore was the subject of this week’s twofer. Mary Lou was happy I included “Buttons and Bows,” which had her clapping and singing along. Dan said he knew someone else had sung it; Bob Hope sang it in 1938’s The Paleface, and, more recently, Kelsey Grammer sang a hilarious version on Frasier, which is embedded in my comment, so go see it there. Janie said she remembered that Dinah was once romantically linked with Burt Reynolds about the same time Burt posed nude in Cosmopolitan, a fact I had completely forgotten, maybe intentionally. Arlee said that reruns of her Sixties talk show are now being shown on the Jewish Life TV cable network. (Check their site for where you can see it in your area.)

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This week’s one-liner came from neurologist, psychiatrist, and Holocaust survivor Viktor Frankl, who wrote the book Man’s Search For Meaning. It was the line about the space between stimulus and response, where we can choose our responses. Ally said that too often we forget that space, choosing instead to focus on either the stimulus or the response, and sometimes it’s best to “just be.” That’s true, and I think we need to remember that not everything requires a response. Michele has read the book and loved it, and recommends the movie The Boy in the Striped Pajamas. JoAnna said Frankl’s book has been on her reading list for a while.

The prompt was “mistake,” so I talked about the futility of looking back over your life at things you can now tell were mistakes, and how they really aren’t mistakes, but choices. Dan said that even the bad choices can lead to good things, and he’s right: sometimes I think meeting Mary was the best thing to come of my four years in college. Ally said math is overrated and life is for the living, and mistakes are part of that. At the end, I mused about what’s going on with me in alternate universes, and Karen Lynn from Reprobate Typewriter said that, if it makes me feel better, there was one where I had been eaten by cannibals. I got a kick out of that. I also mentioned that a lot of my dreams lately involve a filthy bathroom, and I had no idea why. Joey came up with a plausible explanation, for which I thank her.

I featured your contributions to my theme of “songs with ‘shak…’ in the title.” The days I feature your choices always seem to be favorites.

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The prompt was “ho,” which threw me for a loop until I remembered my last name, and that touched off five minutes of thoughts about having my last name. Mother Willow said that people regularly mispronounce her name, often making it sound like a completely different one. When I was training, I tried my best to pronounce people’s names correctly; I was taught that pronouncing and spelling a person’s name correctly showed them respect. Sometimes it wasn’t that easy, though I was surprised that I usually got the Eastern European names right. Deborah said that people had more than a little trouble pronouncing her last name (Drucker), which was surprising. Linda, our host for Stream of Consciousness Saturday, said she wanted to research her ancestry, but it was hard to find the time. It can be time-consuming, with a lot of shuffling through official documents and interviewing distant relatives you’ve never met. A good way to start is to talk to the older relatives you know. It’s good to talk to them, anyway.

BATTLE OF THE BANDS! (BOTB Top Photo)

As everyone knows by now, Chris Botti and Sting bested Michel Legrand in the latest iteration of who does a better job of “What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?” More like Chris and Sting slaughtered M. Legrand, who wrote the song and I think deserved a better fate, but that’s just me. As promised, the November 1 battle will pit Chris and Sting against the winner of the women’s battle, Barbra Streisand. Stephen, who runs BotB, said he thought that had the potential of being a close one. After two blowouts in the semifinals, I certainly hope so.

As always, thanks to everyone who commented. I’m sorry I haven’t replied to some of your comments, but trust me, I do appreciate them.

This week, I have a very funny story to tell for One-Liner Wednesday, which will be a mash-up with Wednesdays for My Wife. Tomorrow is a freebie day on Monday’s Music Moves Me, Jo Stafford will likely be my featured artist on Two for Tuesday, and beyond that, I have no idea, so join me this week to see what I’ve come up with. Thanks for reading!




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Saturday, October 22, 2016

BATTLE OF THE BANDS: “Whatr Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?” (Men’s Division) Results

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THE BATTLE: “What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?”
THE CONTESTANTS: Michel Legrand vs. Chris Botti and Sting
THE RESULTS: Not even close…

Chris Botti and Sting: 15
Michel Legrand: 3

Kip went so far as to vote for Michel Legrand so he wouldn’t get “skunked.”

Congratulations to Chris Botti and Sting, a pat on the back to Michel Legrand, and thanks to everyone who voted.

NEXT UP: The Grand Championship of “What Are You Doing The Rest Of Your Life?”: Barbra Streisand vs. Chris Botti and Sting! Join us November 1!




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