57/365: Brilliant idea #4200 — Introducing the Cheap Ass Brand

After some shopping, I have decided to start a generic brand of foodstuffs and products in plain black and white packaging in a typewriter font called “Cheap Ass.” Get ready to buy your Cheap Ass Bread and Cheap Ass Chocolate Sandwich Cookies That Sure As Hell Ain’t Oreos.

But that’s just the tip of the ass-berg.

In the Cheap Ass brand, you’ll find:

  • Cheap Ass Wine in a Box
  • Cheap Ass Worcestershire Sauce (I just wanted to write that because how many times I’m your life do you get to write Worcestershire?)
  • Cheap Ass I, Like, Totally Can’t Believe This Ain’t Butter
  • Cheap Ass Mini-Marshmallows
  • Cheap Ass Pimp Juice
  • Cheap Ass Macaroni and Cheese *cheese not included
  • Cheap Ass Cooler Than Cool-Aid
  • Cheap Ass Popsicles Only in Grape Because No One Wants Grape and We Got These Free
  • Cheap Ass Cat Food for the Neighboorhood Cat You Keep Feeding
  • Cheap Ass Irish Cereal with Shapes You Won’t Recognize
  • Cheap Ass N&N’s
  • Cheap Ass Crackers
  • Cheap Ass Toilet Paper for Dat Ass

55/365: I think it’s time to repaint

So, Dear Readers, I’m going through A LOT right now, a good bit of which I can’t write about, but trust me, I want to. A couple of things are subjects I can write about, but I’m waiting for the right time.

A few months ago I wrote about hate and hey, I need to hate sometimes. But after today it’s time to let it go. I will not let hate define me because it only hurts me. And the same with forgiveness. Choosing to forgive isn’t for the other person or people, it’s for your spirit, your soul.

And maybe it’s as simple as sometimes I love you, sometimes I hate you, but there isn’t a day that goes by that I don’t miss you. But I’m choosing not to hate.

As usual, there’s a song for that. I was going to pick “Both Sides Now,” which I love, but it makes me ugly cry. Then I remembered a song about rough times and going on. It’s Ingrid Michaelson, whom my Dear Readers know I love to death. The is song is about choosing to repaint. I think that’s a good way to think about it. NOT moving on because do we really move on? But repainting. That’s what I’m doing.

54/365: This Post has no title

I’m tired. I have bronchitis. I’m sick of coughing. I will probably write more on her later, but this will suffice for now. I’ve written about the incomparable Sharon Jones, who gained some fame in the years before her death. She passed far to early.

I give you Sharon’s take on “What Have You Done For Me Lately?” Enjoy. And go out and buy all her stuff (on tax day I have a special Sharon sing for you).

53/365: Dr. Feelgood

I’m pretty sure I have bronchitis, by the cough I have. Or I’m dying. I’m not sure. Someone once told me I’m hard to kill, so there’s that. Meanwhile, I’m taking cough/cold medicine and using my inhaler like a good girl with asthma.

The song of the day is “Dr. Feelgood” by Aretha Franklin. She’s one of my two favorite female singers, the other being Natalie Merchant. Aretha sounds like no one else. Or should I say that no one sounds like her. I’ve loved her ever since I can remember. One of my dearest friends nicknamed me “ReeRee” after her. The woman has withstood many personal issues that would have held back most any woman. Of course I admire her for that, but it’s her songwriting and sound that I love. She’s amazing. Enjoy.

52/365: My cat wrote this post

I’m still flu-ish, so I’m letting my cat, F. Catz Fitzgerald, write this post.

Correction: he couldn’t open Andrew’s Kindle. Oh well.

51/365: I Don’t Mind At All

This is the 51st day of the year, 51st post. I haven’t counted the number of songs. I plan to write more posts of substance, but know that every post I’ve written (and will write) are intentional. Every song is picked with purpose.

Today is a song post. This song is amazing. Easily in my top ten in my 43 years. The song is “I Don’t Mind At All” by Bourgeois Tagg. I first heard it on KVKI 96.5 in Shreveport, LA (the hometown) in 1987, and no, I didn’t have to look any of that up. I taped the song off the radio with my old school jam box onto a Maxell blank tape and listened to it a million times.

Over the years I lost the tape, bought it at a record store, lost that one, and bought it on CD about 10 years ago and loaded it onto my laptop. Three laptops later, I don’t have it anymore. It’s not on iTunes or Amazon music. I’ll have to buy another CD, but that’s ok.

And over the years I listened to it after boyfriend breakups, when I was down, when I wanted to hear poetry. The lyrics are poetry ( I’ll post them). Just beautiful. And honestly, it’s timeless. The song could be recorded by The Head and the Heart tomorrow and you’d never know it was from 1987. It’s kind of slow. Strings. Great lyrics — repetitive, but purposeful, intentional — as much as Brent Bourgeois’ perfect voice is telling the listener that he doesn’t mind losing someone, he’s trying to convince himself, then, by the end it seems he really doesn’t mind at all. And the video is full of mirrors — fragile glass imagery — pairs with the fragile lyrics. Good stuff.

I hope you enjoy.

The time for talking’s over now,

I think it’s time to let you go;

But I don’t, no, I don’t mind at all.

It’s getting so you never know

When things are better left alone;

But I don’t, no, I don’t mind at all.

It’s important to me

That I don’t see you laughing at me.

But I’m smart enough to know

That I’ll have to let you go.

But I don’t mind at all.

Sentiments and tears will get you

As far as you might think they will;

But I don’t, no, I don’t mind at all.

Misery loves company,

But she will never fit the bill;

But I don’t, no, I don’t mind at all.

It’s important to me

That I don’t see you laughing at me.

But I’m smart enough to know

That I’ll have to let you go.

But I don’t mind at all.

Seven years ago,

I said good-bye to my own sanity;

But I don’t, no, I don’t, no, I don’t mind at all.

50/365: Sick and tired

I drove back from the hometown today and I have a cold. I promise to get back to writing posts soon. As for today, here’s an excuse to play the wonderful Michael Penn: his song “Seen the Doctor.”

49/365: Every letter

48/365: You Are the Everything

Too many emotions.

R.E.M. makes sense when things don’t make sense. Sometimes music is the only thing that makes sense.

This is for those things.

“You Are the Everything”

47/365: I need to laugh

I need to laugh because if I let things get to me I’ll cry and I might not be able to stop. So, let’s laugh.

I saw these last night and they made me laugh.

And because I’m only semi-obsessed with cults, this made me LOL.