Louise “Wish” Foley in Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” video

I’m overpowered by all that I see

Overpowered by the scent of this tea

Time – so very little time

Hands on the clock ever turning

Hookah ever burning

Playing cards to the left

Playing cards to the right

With a cheshire cat like smile

The Queen of Hearts will see that

Heads are gonna roll tonight.

If you haven’t seen this video for Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers’ “Don’t Come Around Here No More” song, you should check it out. It is super trippy and creative.  Check out this very informational blog post on the video. It has some cool insight and information.


Valentine’s Day 2016

Tomorrow is Valentine’s Day! A day for hearts and love!

Heart Ann Nancy Wilson

You know what I meant…not the band “Heart.”

I hope each and every one of you enjoy the day regardless of whether you spend it with a “special someone!”

Happy Valentine's Day

That’s more like it! 🙂

I will be spending Valentine’s Day watching people run away from Walkers as the cat and I will be catching up on The Walking Dead (good times…right Suza?). Speaking of love, I just got back into bed with Comcast Cable a month ago and now have cable for at least a year as the result of this one night stand. I’ve been following the show on Netflix and now need to get through the first half of Season 6 on the AMC marathon to be ready for the premier on Sunday night!


Valentine’s Day Plans? I’m sorry Miss…I’m…um…taken, right! But thanks anyways!

Having always been a romantic at heart, I’ve always enjoyed Valentine’s Day. But, be sure to show that special someone love all through the year, just not on February 14th!

My songs for Valentine’s Day are the following:

For the romantics:

“It’s Love” by King’s X

For those that aren’t fans of the day:

“It’s Not Love” by Dokken

And what the hell, “What About Love?” by Heart

Image 1

Image 2

Image 3

Throwback Thursday 02/11/2016

This one is by request for Sourgirl.

Jarrod Guitar

Here is the backstory. I’m two years old. My half-brother, 15 years older than me, takes great pleasure in introducing me to his love of music which includes Dokken, Scorpions, KISS, AC/DC, Krokus, Ozzy Osbourne, and the list goes on and on. Both of my brothers were very talented musicians when young and during these days, my brother often has his friends over to jam on their guitars. Not wanting to be left out, I often want to join and older brother obliges me, mainly because his female friends think I am cute and it helps him in that department.

But you see, a young rocker is developing and something has awakened in me. When my brother leaves for work, school, or to hang with his buddies, I sneak into his room and attempt to play his records and his guitar, mimicking older brother. My brother attempts to tell my mother (his step-mother) about me in his room but she doesn’t believe him as no child of hers would listen to such music.

After breaking my brother’s needle on his record player, he’s had enough. He catches me in the act of messing with his guitar and snaps a photograph for proof.

The look on my face says it all.

Dokken – “In My Dreams” from 1985’s “Under Lock and Key” album.

Maurice White

Maurice White

A tear forms in my eye

Searching for Reasons

Another legend dies

February 4th

Isn’t September

Either way

Maurice we will always remember

What a challenging 2016

So many legends have past

But That’s The Way of The World

Everything ends and nothing can last.

I am so sad to learn of the passing of Maurice White, founder and front man of Earth, Wind, and Fire. If you aren’t familiar with this group, the words in blue in my piece are songs by the group. If you aren’t familiar with the songs, please check them out and then listen to their entire catalog. I have posted “That’s The Way of the World” below which is one my favorite songs.

Into the Mystic

Dedicated to my friend Sourgirl – poetess, writer, and fellow music enthusiast whose life ebbs and flows to the sweet soundtrack of melody.


She had told me she was a “Brickhouse.” I told her I wasn’t really a Commodores fan but I’d pick her up after the “Nightshift” and that I always bring flowers on the first date.

She liked that I could keep up with her musical sensibilities and pop culture references. It made her smile each time. She told me I was old – though we were the same age. I always made a point to bring that up but she told me I was an old soul, and effectively, an older soul than she.

I tried to argue but it was futile cause she would interrupt me by slipping her hand into mine and pulling me close. This interrupted my thought process, which she thoroughly enjoyed.

“You’re a nice guy,” she said.

”Nice guys finish last,” I replied.

“I’ve seen you run and you do okay,” she reminded me. “You run faster than I do.”

”Only because my legs are longer,” I said.

“Maybe I like seeing you from behind,” she said with a smile.

The comment made me blush.

I noticed her wearing socks while standing on the wooden floor in her tank top and shorts.

I put on “Into the Mystic” by Van Morrison on the speaker system. It was my favorite song off the Moondance album and a close second for her.

I knew she’d dance to her all her favorite songs, regardless of where she was or what she was doing, and as if on queue, she began.

She surely “rocked my gypsy soul” watching her move around the room. Her body was made for dancing and every fiber of it flowed effortlessly as Van’s golden Irish voice filled the room.

”Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moonlight?” I asked her playfully.

”Why yes, as I recall, you have taken me for many a Moondance,” she reminded me.

And with that, noticing me in socks, she pulled me by both hands “Into The Mystic” of her imaginary ballroom as Van Morrison serenaded us both.