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Friday, February 5, 2016

The Daily Bowie #16 - "Buddha of Suburbia"


The Daily Bowie #16 - "Buddha of Suburbia"

"So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane"



Cool!! I only know the music for the TV program Buddha of Suburbia. I have never seen the show.
Naveen Andrews played the main character. He is on my radar lately as Liesel and I are watching Lost, which he also starred in.

TODAY'S LINKS

Buddha of Suburbia soundtrack

Buddha of Suburbia TV serial

Buddha of Suburbia  novel

DAVID BOWIE

DAVID BOWIE DISCOGRAPHY DISCOGS

KAMER TUNES - BLOG - BOWIE - early 1990s

TAMPA BAY TIMES article on Bowie's death


"Buddha of Suburbia" Buddha of Suburbia (1993)



"Buddha of Suburbia" lyrics

Living in lies by the railway line
Pushing the hair from my eyes
Elvis is English and climbs the hills
Can't tell the bullshit from the lies

Screaming along in South London
Vicious but ready to learn
Sometimes I fear that the whole world is queer
Sometimes but always in vain

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

With great expectations I change all my clothes
Mustn't crumble at silver and gold
Screaming above Central London
Never born, so I'll never get old

So I'll wait until we're sane
Wait until we're blessed and all the same
Full of blood, loving life and all it's got to give
Englishmen going insane

Down on my knees in suburbia
Down on myself in every way

Day after
Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien

Day after
Day
Day after
Zane, Zane, Zane
Ouvre le chien
Day after



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Thursday, February 4, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #212 - Seven Months



Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #212 - Seven Months

Hi Mom,

You died seven months ago today.

214 days ago.

I am probably going to be accused, by some, of not letting go of this grief, not "getting over it," because I am not getting over it. Though I am learning to live with it, it hits me unexpectedly sometimes. Today was one of those times.

I miss you so much Mom.

Since I am writing this in the future, I know that tomorrow (Friday 2/5), Dad and I both had a little cry about how much we miss you.

We move on, but we don't forget.

We wish you were still physically here, though I still feel you very strongly in a spiritual way.



Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


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The Daily Bowie #15 - "Thursday's Child"


The Daily Bowie #15 - "Thursday's Child"

I did not know that this song was originally written for a computer game.

But it's Thursday.

So, here you go.

"Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul"


DAVID BOWIE

"Thursday's Child"

'HOURS...' - 1999


"Thursday's Child"
Live in Madrid, Spain, 1999

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"Thursday's Child"

All of my life I've tried so hard
Doing my best with what I had
Nothing much happened all the same

Something about me stood apart
A whisper of hope that seemed to fail
Maybe I'm born right out of my time
Breaking my life in two

Now that I really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I don't regret

And I was Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)

Sometimes I cry my heart to sleep
Shuffling days and lonesome nights
Sometimes my courage fell to my feet

Lucky old son is in my sky
Nothing prepared me for your smile
Lighting the darkness of my soul
Innocence in your arms

Now that I really got a chance
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh )
Oh ho, everything's falling into place
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Seeing my past to let it go
(Throw me tomorrow, oh oh)
Only for you I don't regret
And I was Thursday's child

Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
Thursday's child
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)
(Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, born I was)

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Wednesday, February 3, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #211 - Overwhelmed


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #211 - Overwhelmed

Hi Mom,

I have felt on the verge of crying all week. In part, I felt the swell of grief and the feeling of loss as I still grapple with a world without you physically in it. But my tearful verge was also brought on by feeling like I am drowning, being truly overwhelmed. I continue to think I have taken on too much this semester, and I do not possibly have time to do it all and succeed. The second part of that previous phrase is key, so I will repeat it: AND SUCCEED. I continually doubt I have enough time to simply DO all the things I am committed to do (let alone would like to do) and even more dubious about my ability to succeed in doing these things. I am on the verge of crying now just thinking and writing about all of this.

I had started an item back in early January called "what's ahead," in which I had planned to discuss what I was facing for Winter term 2016, and I never wrote the entry. Now it's February 3rd (posting date, though later in actual writing date), and I am just now addressing this issue now that I am in the thick of the maelstrom.

I type these words on Sunday for a blog dated four days ago (Wednesday), which shows how I am behind. I have bought myself some extra time on some of my projects, and yet I am facing a terrible week ahead with three tests, a project, final grades at one school and regular grades at the other schools.

What is all of it? I am teaching six classes at four schools. Four of those classes have HEAVY grading loads every week. The other two have lighter loads and are easily adjusted as they are under my control. I am also taking two very demanding classes: Java 2 and Calculus. In Calculus, I am struggling to find study time, and I still have to pass the test of the pre-requisite material let alone prepare to pass a test on the Calculus material. I am finding more time to devote to Java as I consider it more of a priority, and yet time is still a factor with the heavy grading load along with the daily work and classes and things in my life eating away at my free time.

I am drowning.

And yet what can I do?

I go forward. I do my best. I do not mean for this blog entry to be a pity party. I am just unloading. Because it's like the LIMITATIONS demotivator sign here says. Until I spread my wings (shoot for the stars), I have no idea how far I can walk (actually how much I can accomplish with one step at a time).

And so, as I am swallowing water and going down, as I try to get to the air, I have to learn to swim. What can I do to stay afloat? How did I get into this deep water? How can I stay in the shallow end of the pool more often? Is there a life raft?

Thanks for listening.



Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.

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The Daily Bowie #14 - "Young Americans"


The Daily Bowie #14 - "Young Americans"

I considered choosing another song from this album, but this song has been such an anthem in my life, I will save other selections for another time. After all, I am starting to put more thought into these selections as I choose one song from each album for the first 27 entries (and I am halfway there). For example, had I been thinking, I would have chosen "Sense of Doubt" for Heroes as that's the song I used for the name of this blog!

The lyrics for this song always spoke to me.

"Ain't there one damn song that can make me break down and cry?"

SOME LINKS

DAVID BOWIE WIKI

YOUNG AMERICAN WIKI

DAVID BOWIE DISCOGRAPHY

PUSHING AHEAD OF THE DAME ON YOUNG AMERICANS


"YOUNG AMERICANS" - FROM YOUNG AMERICANS (1975)

LIVE on the Dick Cavett Show (1974)




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"Young Americans"



They pulled in just behind the bridge
He lays her down, he frowns
"Gee my life's a funny thing, am I
still too young?"
He kissed her then and there
She took his ring, took his babies
It took him minutes, took her nowhere
Heaven knows, she'd have taken anything, but

All night
She wants the young American
Young American, young American, she wants the young American
All right
She wants the young American

Scanning life through the picture
window
She finds the slinky vagabond
He coughs as he passes her Ford
Mustang, but
Heaven forbid, she'll take anything
But the freak, and his type, all for
nothing
He misses a step and cuts his hand, but
Showing nothing, he swoops like a song
She cries "Where have all Papa's heroes gone?"

All the way from Washington
Her bread-winner begs off the bathroom floor
We live for just these twenty years
Do we have to die for the fifty more?"

All night
He wants the young American
Young American, young American,
he wants the young American
All right
He wants the young American

Do you remember, your President Nixon?
Do you remember, the bills you have to pay?
Or even yesterday?
Have been the un-American?
Just you and your idol sing falsetto
'bout Leather, leather everywhere, and
Not a myth left from the ghetto
Well, well, well, would you carry a razor
In case, just in case of depression?
Sit on your hands on a bus of survivors
Blushing at all the afro-Sheeners
Ain't that close to love?
Well, ain't that poster love?
Well, it ain't that Barbie doll
Her hearts have been broken just like you

All night
You want the young American
Young American, young American, you want the young American
All right
You want the young American

You ain't a pimp and you ain't a hustler
A pimp's got a Cadi and a lady got a Chrysler
Black's got respect, and white's got his soul train
Mama's got cramps, and look at your hands ache
(I heard the news today, oh boy)
I got a suite and you got defeat
Ain't there a man who can say no more?
And, ain't there a woman I can
sock on the jaw?
And, ain't there a child I can hold without judging?
Ain't there a pen that will write before they die?
Ain't you proud that you've still got faces?
Ain't there one damn song that can make me
break down and cry?

All night
I want the young American
Young American, young American, I want the young American
All right
I want the young American

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Tuesday, February 2, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #210 - Dickens

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #210 - Dickens

Hi Mom,

As I type these words, it's Friday (2/5), and this is the blog scheduled for Tuesday (2/2), I have fallen a bit behind because of work and school. So much going on, I barely know what's going on one day to the next. And it's not going to get better for a while. But that's another subject for another time.

Today's subject comes about as I recently finished reading the biography Charles Dickens - a life by Claire Tomalin.

In short, it's wonderful, and it's even better, I assert, as an audio book with a delightful British narrator -- Alex Jennings -- from Tantor Audio.

I am not sure why the book made me think of this photo, but here it is. The photo shows me at work in a hotel room in Detroit back in 2013. I guess I was thinking that a book like this about Charles Dickens inspires me to work.

I strongly recommend this excellent biography. It's deftly written, full of pathos, and representative of Dickens life -- as far as I can discern -- though mindful and respectful of the biographies that have preceded it.

I have not read that many biographies lately, though as a young boy I was mad for biographies and read many. I own several biographies of presidents that number among my favorite books from that era.

I recently proposed reading a Dickens book after my annual foray into his holiday offerings, this year with Simon Vance's audio version of "A Christmas Carol" and Audible's free offering "The Chimes." I put out a message to social media wondering what Dickens I should tackle as I had a mind to re-read David Copperfield  or Great Expectations, but I was also intrigued by Bleak House, which I have never read. A dear friend immediately advocated for Bleak House, and I decided to tackle it, but first, I wanted to plow through this biography of Dickens that had been on my shelf since 2014's consumption of Dickens' holiday treats.

I am somewhat ashamed to admit that I had read several Dickens books, but I was woefully ignorant of the details of his life. I did not know of his championing of the welfare of the poor outside of his fiction (Dickens ran a Home for Homeless Women charity for many years), his interest and involvement in theatre, and the size of his family (ten children). There were many of his books that I did not even know existed nor did I know that he died at a relatively young age.

Some of the reviews on the Amazon page give it low marks, though as you can see not many. One review I read accused the book of being superficial. Posh. Scrooge. The author of that review claims to have read many of the Dickens biographies, but the review reads like a rant and seems to have an unvoiced agenda. I am going to cheat and increase my content by reprinting a short review I like very much, giving credit to the author, whom one could trace using Amazon if one wanted. This review reflects my own feelings so closely, I could have written it.

Charles Dickens has created thousand of unforgettable characters, and he was also known as a hard-working journalist and as a writer of essays. He was buried-against his wishes-in Westminster Abbey.

His life was short. He died at the age of 58. But one can really doubt whether other writers who lived-or would live-longer-could achieve what Dickens had managed in such a short time. In 1862 the Russian novelist Dostoevsky, an ardent admirer of Dickens who read The Pickwick Papers and David Copperfield in prison, visited Dickens in London. Dickens told the Russian that there "were two people in him: one who feels as he ought to feel and one who feels the opposite. From the one who feels the opposite I make my evil characters, from the one who feels as a man ought to feel I try to live my life. Only two people, I asked?" added Dostoevsky.

In fact, he was right: Dickens had many personalities in him and Claire Tomalin did a wonderful job in trying to describe the many faces of this titan of literature. She writes about his successes and failures. Dickens was extremely successful everywhere and his tour to the United States only proved this. But there were also those, among them his daughter Katey, who despised him and regarded him as an evil man.

Another Russian writer, Tolstoy, confessed that all of Dickens' characters were his friends, adding that he kept a portrait of the novelist in his room and considered Dickens to be the greatest novelist of the nineteenth century.

This book is splendid, with many new revelations about Dickens' family. The very qualities which made Dickens would eventually destroy him. A gem of a book and highly recommended! - on AMAZON as review by Paul Gelman

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Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


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The Daily Bowie #13 - "The Loneliest Guy"


The Daily Bowie #13 - "The Loneliest Guy"

"All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned..."


Link to Wikipedia - REALITY, the 2003 album

Link to Wiki on "The Loneliest Guy"

Margaret Cho also wrote in her compilation of essays and prose I Have Chosen to Stay and Fight (2005) that she likes many Bowie songs, "and the new songs from the Reality album, a new favorite being 'The Loneliest Guy.' It's almost too much to ask for, the ageless, timeless, faultless, flawless Bowie in a vocal storm of versatility [...]"



"The Loneliest Guy"

Streets damp and warm
Empty smell metal
Weeds between buildings
Pictures on my hard drive
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy

Steam under floor
Shards by the mirrors frame
Clouds green and low
No sign, no nothing now
But I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy

All the pages that have turned
All the errors left unlearned, oh
Well I'm the luckiest guy
Not the loneliest guy
In the world
Not me
Not me



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