Hey, Mom! The Explanation.

Here's the permanent dedicated link to my first Hey, Mom! post and the explanation of the feature it contains.

Also,

Sunday, February 7, 2016

The Daily Bowie #18 - "Sorrow"


The Daily Bowie #18 - "Sorrow"


"You never do what you know you oughta
Something tells me
you're a Devil's daughter"


I had never really listened to this song before seeing Bowie perform it during the Serious Moonlight Tour.

Bowie played two dates in Detroit at Joe Louis Arena, back to back. Roxy Music and the Police were also playing in Detroit that weekend. It was a tough choice, but I chose to see Bowie BOTH NIGHTS.

I saw him do what's depicted in the video.

I was amazed in watching both shows how every single thing was perfectly and precisely choreographed, down to when he ran fingers through his hair.

Amazing.

DAVID BOWIE

PINUPS - 1973 LINK


"SORROW" Live - 1983 - The Serious Moonlight Tour


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Rest in peace, David. We miss you.

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Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #215 - Super Bowl Sunday


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #215 - Super Bowl Sunday

Hi Mom,

I am pretending that I am not writing this from the future, when I already know the result of the game.

However, if I actually wrote this for the date and time stamp, I would have simply shared my plans to watch the Super Bowl later tonight after an afternoon session of D&D (Pathfinder actually but most people don't know what that is).

While I am away playing D&D, Liesel plans to have some women over to play Mah Jong.

I have so much work and homework that these choices are not really smart or wise, but they are the choices, and so I will proceed.

I had promised myself that if I did not finish or nearly finish my computer program (due Wednesday 1602.10) that I would cancel on the guys and not play. But I did finish, and I have a role to play, and so I must go. Plus, I hate canceling things that really do not need canceling. I deserve a little R&R every week. So here's my little R&R, though it's my plan to do some work during the Super Bowl.

I have picked the Carolina Panthers to cover the 4.5 point against the Broncos. I hope it works out this way, but I am happy either way as I would like to see Peyton Manning hoist another trophy.

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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Saturday, February 6, 2016

The Daily Bowie #17 - "Please Mr. Gravedigger"



The Daily Bowie #17 -"Please Mr. Gravedigger"

I always liked this song.

It appeals to my sense of humor.

It's a good choice for my round-up of one song from each album. Here's the choice from the first official album.

Bless you, David. (Check out the song. Because he sneezes... it's a joke... get it?)

"I've started digging holes, my friend, and this one here's for you."


DAVID BOWIE - album - 1967

DAVID BOWIE





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Rest in peace, David. We miss you.

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Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #214 - A Streetcar Named Desire



Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #214 - A Streetcar Named Desire

Hi Mom,  Just my published review today.

Dad went with me again, which is nice. I have a new play companion.

To readers, GO SEE THE LIVE THEATRE!! Theaters struggle. I do not want to claim it's a dying art, but it's hardly what it was before TV and computers let alone streaming content and handheld devices. So much competition. And yet, the theatre persists, and we should persist with it.

LINK TO PUBLISHED REVIEW


"A Streetcar Named Desire”
a production of What A Do Theatre
Attended Date: February 05, 2016
reviewed by Christopher Tower

From the moment patrons step into the What A Do theatre on Dickman Road, they are transported back in time. For the first production of 2016, What A Do launches “A Streetcar Named Desire.” Battle Creek’s resident professional company excels with this classic of American literature, which won the 1948 Pulitzer for Drama. It is considered to be one the greatest plays of the Twentieth Century and the best by writer Tennessee Williams. From cast to crew to design and direction, What A Do creates a theatrical masterpiece.

Evoking the bygone era of post-war poverty, the set depicts a two-room apartment in the French Quarter of New Orleans. As the show begins, performers strut in shadow behind a backdrop, selling wares and bringing to life the noisy streets of the Big Easy. Later, these street vendors, drunks, sailors on leave, and pedestrians of all kinds begin to surround the performers, increasing the feeling of claustrophobia and squalor already established by the tiny apartment’s crumpled bedding, upholstery-less sofa, and door-less second room, separated by a hanging sheet.


The patron is also transported back in time to an era when theaters regularly enjoyed packed houses and audiences were as likely to sit through a tense, Pultizer Prize winning drama as a comic musical romp. A set of period accuracy by Samantha Snow  and added set dressing by Thomas Koehler along with moody lighting aid in recreating a glorious part of theater history and American history.

Many people are most acquainted with the 1951 Academy Award winning movie starring Marlon Brando and Vivien Leigh, which is more or less the same story as the play version with only minor variations. The show epitomizes the plight of aristocratic southern belles left to make their way in the world after their parents die, leaving them with failing plantations and debts. Blanche Dubois (Katherine Nofs) represents such a woman. Brought up in southern high society, she has expectations for her lifestyle that include fine jewelry, Cadillacs, and servants who run sprawling estates while the ladies of the house sip mint juleps in the cool of the shade.

But Blanche is not prepared for the realities of life, not prepared to give up those pretensions and privileges of her upbringing as her sister Stella (Teri(Christ) Noaeill) has done in marrying a working class man, Stanley Kowalski (Joe Dely). Exiled from her hometown of Laurel, Blanche seeks refuge in Stella and Stanley’s cramped apartment. Blanche tries to carry on with her life as a southern belle while being courted by Stanley’s friend, Mitch (Nicholas Mumma). As the drama unfolds, it becomes clear that Blanche’s pretensions are a sham and that she is a fragile woman, haunted by her past, and on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

“A Streetcar Named Desire” rumbles along like the trains that shake the apartment, which is set too close to the tracks. The show is violent, with outbursts by Stanley, who hulks about the set, propelled by rage, and at other times standing by as an observer, cool and cunning, a waiting hunter. Stanley’s violent outbursts are set against the frenetic vibrations of Blanche’s nerves as she struggles to keep her tenuous grasp on reality, swilling booze and flaunting her fading sexuality for the benefit of any man whose eyes fall upon her. The story’s rising action is matched by the dizzying and suffocating sounds, lights, and effects of the city as they build in volume and clutter, oppressing the characters, until reaching an inevitable breaking point, culminating in a rape that remains one of the signature moments that defines this period of American theatre.

Director Randy Wolfe has assembled a cast as brilliant as the show’s script. Though audiences may remember Joe Dely best as the discerning David Frost in last year’s “Frost/Nixon” or the beloved and wise Atticus Finch in “To Kill a Mockingbird,” here he creates a character uniquely different even from his wilder roles in “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” or “Bus Stop.” Dely transforms his whole body, now adorned with tattoos, and shambles about the set, ape-like, arms swinging low to the ground. He explodes with violence so intense it’s a shock to the system. A consummate and magnificent performer, Dely is masterful.

Likewise, he is matched in power and impact by Katherine Nofs in the role of Blanche DuBois. Nofs last performed in What A Do’s “The Laramie Project” in 2011. Finding her own slant on the role that Vivien Leigh has made so famous, Nofs trills through reams and tangled heaps of Blanche’s voluminous dialogue with fluttering intensity. Possessed of an edgy sexuality and a striking beauty along with strong acting ability, especially her sharp diction with so many complex monologues, Nofs is glorious and compelling. Her final moments on stage – reached through driving action that will make patrons hold their breath – is alone worth the trip to the Dickman Road theatre.

The rest of the cast support the two main players expertly. The main contributors are Teri(Christ) Noaeill as Stella and Nicholas Mumma, both of whom deliver solid performances. A long list of extras and small players help to create the bustling French Quarter: Hunter King, James King II, Troy Kilpatrick, Maddy Haywood, Christine Andrews, Rachel Markillie, and Scott Whitesell.

Once again, the What A Do Theatre proves its mettle with artful production values, professional performances, and masterful direction and staging. It is a treasure house of classic and powerful theatre, and this show in particular should be required viewing by all area schools studying the best of literature and the arts.

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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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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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Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #213 - LOST


Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #213 - LOST

Hi Mom, It's been a week since I wrote, so I have a lot of catching up to do from the future. Posts are going to be on the short side or borrowing already written content until I do catch up.

One thing that's interesting (to me at least) is that back during my T-shirt year (March 2013-March 2014), I lapsed from daily production around this same time in February. I have posts up as I had not fully discovered this backwards in time posting (it's 1602.12 as I type this), but I consider T-shirts posts for 1402.09, 1402.14, 1402.16, 1402.20, and 1402.22 to be unfinished. As you can see, my unfinished problems were more sporadic unlike this last week of HELL in which I just failed to post.

I did manage to post 1602.04 on Sunday 1602.07 but nothing since as I have been hammered with projects, tests, grading, more tests, classes, and then collapse in exhaustion.

So, in my own way, I am LOST.

So, I managed to hook Liesel on a new binge watch of one of my favorite TV shows: Lost.

I wooed her with the promise of content that connected to her readings about the Rosicrucians and the secrets of the universe, the tree of life, the light and dark, etc. This content has yet to bear fruit in the show as she has just made it to the end of the second season, but answers are coming.

I have been enjoying re-watching it with her.

Special love connection: Dad (and by extension you, Mom) gave me some replica patches from the Dharma Initiative featured on Lost for my birthday last month.

As I doubt TV is interesting from the spirit world, though in life I made you watch some Lost with me, Mom, I have a thought about the spirit world, which has always been unexplained, a mystery, and yet I feel your spirit with me all the time, I sense you, I hear you, sometimes I think I see you just at the corner of my sight, but then you're not there.

Mysteries.

The unexplained.

For readers not my Mom, if you're looking for a binge watch project and can make a massive investment, then LOST is well worth it. I have been enjoying re-watching with Liesel.

People hate on the ending, but I remember not hating it as much as most people, so I hope Liesel and I make it all the way to the end of the sixth season to see how re-watching the ending stands up years later.

I will surely write more about this in future posts, and I want to keep this one short, but one of the things I loved about Lost when I first watched it is how it doles out mysteries, slowly and carefully, building intrigue for the show's many unexplained elements and building all into a mythology that spawned heated and lengthy speculation on the Internet.

As before, the show's methods inspire thoughts for what I want to do in my own fiction.

I have always been fond of the unexplained, of mysteries.

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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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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