March 20, 2011

I've Got the Music in Me Today

A highlight of my week is always watching Sunday Morning on CBS.

This morning they did a piece on the songwriting team of Lieber and Stoller.  For as long as I can remember I've been a huge fan of "oldies" music.  Do-wop, Rockabilly, Chubby Checker, Dion (with and without The Belmonts), The Righteous Brothers, and so on.

The mind started to wander and I came up with a few songs which - no matter how many times I hear them - make the hairs on my neck and arms start to tingle. 

Stand By Me - the original Ben E. King version is my favorite, but the John Lennon and Playing For Change versions are nice too.

Be My Baby - I think this song was the first time the world heard Phil Spector's Wall of Sound.  I read an interview with Brian Wilson of The Beach Boys where he said the first time he heard this song he was driving and had to pull over with the power of Ronnie Spector's voice.

If Ronnie Spector had been a 14-year old boy, she would have been Frankie Lymon

This Magic Moment - Jay Black had one of the most beautiful voices I've ever heard.

Darlene Love - Christmas Baby Please Come Home in the early 1960's and All Alone on Christmas from the 1990's.  The Wall of Sound is all over these two songs; and the later one also has the E Street Band!

Bonus: Brooooooooooooooooce. Not an oldie, but it sure is a shiver-inducer. On the studio recording of this song, Bobby Hatfield [the cute Righteous Brother] is singing backup.

March 15, 2011

March 13, 2011

Spring is almost here...

...and I'm skeered. The past couple of days have been almost jaw-droppingly beautiful. T-shirts and jeans. Blue skies, with nary a cloud in sight. Nice breeze. Sounds wonderful and really is, I suppose.

But somewhere close is a slight rumble; the rumble of heat arriving. Deep South, sticky, wet heat. Not looking forward to that part of the season at all.

My dad's job brought us to Georgia in 1977. July 3rd to be exact. When we arrived it was raining, and continued to do so all day. It was the next day that we arrived at our new home. We weren't moving in right away because the moving van was going to take a few days to get from Buffalo, NY to Marietta, GA. But the woman my father was married to [a.k.a. psycho-bitch] wanted to clean the place to her satisfaction; despite the fact it was a new home and the builder already had a cleaning crew in it.

While she was maniacally cleaning, she wanted all of us out of her way. We couldn't actually go anywhere, we just needed sit around and not touch anything. And no, we couldn't help because we never could do it right. Pick any verb to substitute for "it", didn't matter. We were a bunch of sloppy retards I guess.

So remember, the majority of our stuff is still on a truck. Including furniture. Forty-eight hours prior we had been in New York where temperatures rarely saw 85 and our summer clothes, even at their lightest weight, were all way more than what the South requires. Oh, and for reasons I don't remember now, we could not turn on the a/c. All the windows were open, but unfortunately [and what 33 years here have taught me] there is very rarely a breeze in July. And it's humid. With lots of tiny flying things that like to bite. I spent quite a lot of time then in the middle of the family room floor in a spread-eagle position under the ceiling fan, sweating and panting and bitching. And I didn't even have MS yet!

Not really sure where I'm going with this. I was just going to mention how great the weather is today and how I'm not looking forward to late Spring and I just vomited up a memory from 1977.

Wait. Isn't it a sign of senility when one can remember the long past but not remember a phone call from last week? Oh, dear...

March 07, 2011

March 01, 2011

Over It

Finally, I am in the last three months of this drug study for Gilenya.  All my penultimate and exit appointments have been made for each of the doctors/facilities involved.  I've entered everything in to my calendar and I see there are three visits (multiple tests) this month, one visit a week for three weeks.  April is going to be easy, just one visit to one place.  May has three visits again, this time over two weeks.

While I'm pleased to have participated over the past two years, I am so. bloody. sick. of. doctors. offices.  And MRIs.  And eye exams.  And Pulmonary and cardiac tests.  And Dermatology visits that always involve something being sliced off. And Neurology exams.  After May 16th - my last and final day - I don't want to see any doctor of any kind until 2012.  Seriously.