Music

This was a song that I played on the Yamaha CD player in my ’87 TransAm.

Allyson sticking her nose in here. I’m taking over Tuesday Tunes to provide you with the following joyous music:

Why “I Will Survive”? Let me tell you why.

For years I have been telling women in my friend circle and beyond that they are in charge of their rights. We’re all taught that when we drive a car, we must look where we want the car to go. Our focus will generally make the car go in that direction. That is not just true of cars; it’s true of pretty much everything. I have flat out told women, if you want to avoid a future that involves being used as a hired womb, then stop acting like it.

I might wear the red robes as a chuckle for Halloween. You won’t find me being fitted into them for anything else, though. I stand up for myself. I stand up to my man when he’s wrong. I stand up and admit when I’m wrong. I own my successes and my failures.

Anyone can be chained. Only you yourself can make you a *slave* though. I refuse to be a slave to anything other than my own passions.

No matter what, I will survive.

This is one of my favorite songs. This version is visually great.

Boring visual, but the music, oh my, that sound. Duke Ellington.

Or a good video with wonderful sound, 2017: Edmonds Woodway High School. (Darn, I wish my kid’s high school band sounded like this).

We have to close this out with the divine Ella, with the Duke on the piano.

I’m feeling down from the SCOTUS lack of spine. I was looking for a song about good things to come. Instead, this came to mind.

The Fort at No 4 held the annual Rendezvous last weekend. Ally had a blast. She came back with new moccasins that she is raving about.

As an interpreter for the Fort, she baked bread in the beehive oven, then sold it to the encampment, this is very much in period.

That went over so well, she had bread baking classes the next two days.

This isn’t great music, it has some great images to go with it.

I have heard this song many times. I love Eartha’s voice, and her ability to tell a story.

This is the first time I’ve seen her singing. Wow.

Maybe Val’s version is better?

Here’s the album version

Regardless, it is one of the tracks from my youth that lives on.

There are so many versions of this song. The ending changes sometimes.

I have always loved this song. I first heard it some 20 odd years ago, and it has stuck with me ever since. There’s a specific verse that comes to mind once in a while, when I’m feeling down or bad or wrong…

Now, depression’s not a million laughs
But suicide’s too dang’rous
Don’t go leapin’ out of buildin’s
In the middle of the night
It’s not the fall but landin’
That’ll alter social standin’
So go first and ask your father
And I’m sure he’ll set you right

I miss my father. I was always a daddy’s girl when I was young, and even as an adult, it was dad that I wanted to spend time with. My mother was an abusive cunt, and I had little interest in anything to do with her, and we’ll leave it at that. Dad made a hard choice, some years ago, when he chose to stick by his wife and to let go of his daughter. I barely talked to him the past 20 years, and he died a couple of years ago. It hit me funny. Until that schism, I could have gone to him with anything, and he would have shared good advice. I miss that.

Anyhow, this isn’t political, it was just… introspective. I hope you enjoyed.