tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-346241212024-03-13T11:44:53.110-05:00"So What's the Words...""So, what's the words?" my two year old asked, trying desperately to peer around the paperback I had been reading.Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-49499521053882247592023-12-15T07:35:00.000-05:002023-12-15T07:35:38.787-05:00Innocence RevisitedBlogger's Note: The launch of this site in December of 2003 marked my return to writing following several decades of writer's block. My debut entry "Return to Innocence," had been an ambitious undertaking both in length and heart. For over thirty years, my mind has consistently returned to the wonder and events that transpired in a small Connecticut campground. Fantasy Island (Mr. Rourke and Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-43594287772676538782022-10-04T12:26:00.000-05:002022-10-04T12:26:07.941-05:00 Justin. A little tyke on his little trike, making his
way in a world he knew nothing about. A five-year-old, my five-year-old on our
nightly trek to trigger remote controlled spotlights that illuminated driveways
and garage entrances in the back alleys of our neighborhood home in Forest
Hills, New York, just a few clicks east – as the goose flew – over Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-89045806135706769382022-07-03T12:23:00.002-05:002022-07-03T12:25:51.166-05:00Sidewalks A Tennessee sidewalk – when you can find one that is – is not all that different from one in New York City when you come right down to it, at least where its physical asphalt attribute is concerned. Until recently, it never dawned on me just how important a sidewalk can be. Like its counterpart, the road that often runs right alongside, sidewalks too can take you anywhere. I remember Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-73732987493800107392020-12-09T11:40:00.001-05:002020-12-09T11:40:43.890-05:00MP Broadway Intro EventMortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-86798873681226329162019-04-20T18:14:00.000-05:002019-04-20T18:14:55.577-05:00April Showers Bring...
As a child, April was never my favorite month, probably due directly to that well-worn adage that states April is a rainy month. I dislike rain as much as I despise winter, especially when the moisture seems to fall on the weekends.
Okay, that may not be entirely true. That statement isMortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-32839326780093337932019-03-29T16:02:00.000-05:002019-03-29T16:02:13.423-05:00Goodnight Socks<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Why not? Prose is not my thing at all. I attended a recent writing group conducted by the NY Writer's Coalition at a library in Queens, NY. As Spring is supposedly upon us albeit pretty elusive, we were asked to construct a "Found Poem" pulled from a Shakespeare sonnet. I don't know how much I grasped, not being a Shakespeare fan nor understanding his prose/dialect, yet this came out of me in Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-37657794458158932002017-01-18T12:18:00.000-05:002017-01-18T15:26:19.079-05:0025 (Not So) Big Ones
Recently while surfing (semi-pun intended) the web, I came across this article published several months ago in Rolling Stone.
Readers' Poll: The 10 Best Beach Boys Deep Cuts:
10. California Saga ("Holland" - 1973)
9. I Just Wasn't Made for These Times ("Pet Sounds" - 1966)
8. Let Him Run Wild "(Summer days (and Summer Nights)" - 1965)
7. Darlin' ("Wild Honey" - 1967)Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-32343223425683023562017-01-06T19:51:00.000-05:002018-12-10T09:31:08.658-05:00What Is Your Idea of Romance?
This prompt appeared on a "friend's" Facebook page.
WHAT IS YOUR IDEA OF ROMANCE?
Without perusing comments, I knew immediately the answer and wrote the following:
Romance is sharing a Ferris Wheel ride with a woman who is a bit nervous. Waiting for your chariot to arrive, you gently squeeze her hand, move in closer and whisper in her ear that Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-19341565124174305662016-05-04T14:17:00.001-05:002020-12-01T09:02:11.943-05:00..."In My Heart" (Director's Cut)
Recently, in spring cleaning mode, I unearthed this long ago video I had the great pleasure to work on a lifetime ago. Seems that way, now. I look at some of the dates on here and wonder as many of us do, where the time went. Before Tarzan hit Broadway in previews, months and months were spent on a sound stage in Brooklyn, NY prepping and rehearsing. It's hard to believe that more than a decadeMortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-65109629568734181342016-04-29T16:02:00.000-05:002016-05-03T09:25:16.289-05:00Which Came First, the City or the Country? (Director's Cut)<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Time to dust off the mechanical bull and doff your cowboy
hat and boots. Country music is once again alive and well right here in the
greatest city in the world.
Shotgun Wedding hails from the New York
City metropolitanMortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-35598198869298317872014-07-07T14:59:00.002-05:002014-07-07T14:59:53.060-05:00Boys Night Out with the Legendary Oak Ridge Boys<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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It was during the early spring of 1985 when I heard Restless Heart for the first time. I was always on a record buying binge at that time of my life. With the receipt of each paltry paycheck I would hop into my equally measly, often unreliable mode of transportation and head out to the record store to Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-21958732930602548062014-04-02T11:45:00.000-05:002014-05-20T10:03:05.490-05:00So What's the Words? How 'bout WHERE are the words?
Think of the Internet as a great junkyard littered with the detritus of people's discarded blogs, a vast wasteland of ideas that seemed good to someone...at sometime. I remember the energy and excitement with which I approached this place so long ago, the noble plan to leave a footprint for my then very young offspring to return to at that point in his life where his dad (aka one time super Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-2151303998526144602013-11-11T11:54:00.000-05:002013-11-11T13:17:36.156-05:00Free Form, Freewheeling Bluegrass Mashup<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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In
an era when fewer musical acts have any degree of staying power, it is nearly
inconceivable to imagine Long Island’s incomparable
Mazarin
returning home this weekend not to reunite, but to continue a journey that began
nearly four decades ago while Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-30285077571020675142013-08-06T12:59:00.000-05:002013-10-19T10:45:35.510-05:00I Never Knew Their Names<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Store Closing, Everything Must Go, Lost Our Lease. We’ve all seen these
garish posters declaring the pronouncement not as a stroke of ill fated luck or
unfortunate news, but appearing as more of a party invite.
“Hurry,
hurry, come one, come all, get it whileMortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-43915616793085502232013-04-05T16:32:00.000-05:002013-04-05T18:45:16.370-05:00Say, New York Whadda Ya Say?
Can I come back to the Opry,
Come back to Music Row?
Hang with some ol' buddies,
Write some tunes with some young guns I'm gettin' to know?...
- Say, Nashville Whadda Ya Say
Larry Gatlin and the Gatlin Brothers
from the album Pilgrimage
(2009)
&Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-34868641312551887632013-02-17T15:46:00.000-05:002013-02-18T10:14:35.837-05:00HOW CAN I SLOW DOWN?
1.
Long Island
Autumn 1989
“Slow
down!”
Her
harried request had gone quickly ignored. Slowing down was the last thing on
the mind of this particular driver who had Taken
to the Highway at a now excessive rate of speed in an effort to catch up to
a tour bus in a simulated chase Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-74639051621089290522012-06-10T10:39:00.000-05:002012-06-11T05:53:58.518-05:00"Morty" The Good GuyI've always been a victim of something I have come to diagnose as the "Guardian Angel Syndrome." Maybe I was in the wrong place (work) at the wrong time when I picked up the phone and suddenly found myself a week later helping a person I had never met get a DVD produced in time for a 5th Grade graduation celebration. Admittedly, I am taken with the opening number, a tune performed by the Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-63172384472926056492012-06-08T13:20:00.001-05:002012-06-13T09:19:41.042-05:00Spreading Love, Sunshine and Good Vibrations to a Whole New Generation
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Using “God” in the title of the first studio release by the Beach Boys in over two decades does not make it “God Only Knows,” yet one can almost Smile at the subliminal implication, be it intentional or not. It’s hard not to imagine the worst after surviving band members Brian Wilson, Mike Love, Al Jardine, Bruce Johnston and Dave Marks decide to reunite Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-84118098075859122962011-12-25T17:40:00.022-05:002011-12-25T18:39:26.152-05:00Bluey's GoneWinding along a cobblestone street past old world Tudor style homes, I breathed deep the aromatic scent of freshly burning wood wafting from the chimneys above. I could almost envision Chestnuts roasting on those open, albeit controlled fires within. The holidays nearly uponus, I hoped for just a dusting of the white stuff to complete this tranquilpicture postcard that danced like visions of Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-34624121.post-9484163223845271352010-10-21T08:16:00.027-05:002010-10-23T09:32:37.931-05:00"I'm Over here Now" At first the words would not come at all, just a half-hearted sentiment left on a Facebook page that would soon see more hits in a matter of hours than most people see in a week.Or more!We live in a time where the term friends is tossed around so loosely that the very word has lost its true meaning. The sheer number of friends has become almost like a status symbol, yet who am I to Mortyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01780718889571159408noreply@blogger.com1