Food morning. That was an accident. Maybe, I’m hungry?
Good morning and welcome the glorious and glamorous event
that is this moment right here, a spectacular Sunday morning in God’s year
2016, whatever that means. How blessed can we be? Songs, pants, lemons, House
of Cards. God is great! It has been a prolific funfest, this life so far, and
I’m rolling. Loving it all. Fired up to have this moment to share with you. Our
bond is unique and like no other, personal, or as personal as you can get in
this medium. I’m in your house, in your brainstem, every day for a year. Well,
where I am is up to you, but that’s a quite a statement because many if not
most say home, and if they’re posting videos every day, it’s probably of them
playing video games. And in this day and age, there might be a million people
watching, cause it’s not bad enough we’re so mortified that we kill fake
computer men for endless hours as adults, but we are even willing to watch
others do it, just for yucks. I don’t get it and it doesn’t matter if I get it.
If it brings you joy, that’s great. I guess it’s like God in that way. I just
have too much to do personally, like this for instance, to take the time to
battle in the land of fake video men. Perhaps the nature of binging is that it
know no boundaries, so video game on my friends, just love life while you do
so. Guilt gets you nothing but gas. Stinky ones. And that’s nothing to binge
on, my friends.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Originals – 73 “Boxing” by
Jefferson Jay
That said, I did carve out a little fake sliver of time to
watch real men, and a couple ladies, grapple and brawl last night as I took in
the last two bouts of UFC 196. That is some gladiator shit there folks. Brutal
and barbaric, yet captivating and adrenaline pumping just to watch. I was
pulled in by the top notch, WWE-style smack talk offered by one featherweight
Conor McGregor. Instead, my wife I watched him and ladies’ champ Holly Holm get
choked out, Ouch. Some sport. Not sure how much more of it I’ll make the time
to see. If you watch that, you’d probably watch man fight a lion if they still
did that and showed it pay-per-view. I’d like to think I wouldn’t but I just
watched this so, who’s to say?
In a matter
more pertinent to me, this is my 4th of the 12 tunes I wrote all at
once a couple weeks back and it’s called “Boxing.” It’s about the blows life
can throw and how they can leave ya spinning for a few, like they did to Ole’
Conor last night. Another “B” word song and I was beginning, as I wrote, to
notice a direction was emerging in my creative adventure. Stick and move. Stay
alert, stay up, keep your guard up. Always live to fight another day. Some
boxing related clichés that truly play in different contexts of the day.
Context is my favorite reversible outfit.
Operation 365 2 - Jefferson Jay - Covers – 73 “Those Were
the Days” by Lee Adams and Charles Strouse
You can always count on me for some nostalgia. I am wired
that way. It’s the history in me. The deep levels of appreciation for those who
came before me and made it possible for me to do anything. In this case,
specifically, I am speaking of my grandparents. I vividly recall “Those Were
the Days” playing many times in their house as “All in the Family” began. And
there something unmistakably Jean Stapleton-esque about my grandma. It wasn’t
just the singing voice but that was part of it. And like Archie Bunker, while
entirely intolerant of racism of any kind, he WAS the man of his house and that
also entirely unmistakable. He was a man of great integrity, my grandpa. I
shudder to think of who I’d be without having known them.
So this song, and the “MASH” one too and some others, really
bring me back to those innocent days that seem so far away. The late 70’s. I
feel so fortunate and am so grateful to have lived the life I have so far and
to have known folks as great as my grandparents. I am humble and grateful. So
far, it has been a truly fantastic ride. Thanks.
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