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Times They Are a-Changin’ – Part II of III

Remember good music?  Every Boomer has their idea of what they consider to be good music. For many it is simply music that makes you feel good. It doesn’t matter if it is pop, rock, R&B or some other soul-stirring sounds, if the melody is pleasant and the lyrics understandable, we considered that good music. In our heyday, there may have been a few oldies that contained some suggestive lyrics, but overall the songs were decent and inoffensive. But fast-forward thourgh the 70’s on and the music started to change. Some folks apparently didn’t keep up or they listened to more refined music.

Several years ago, while I was browsing in a trendy dress shop, a popular oldies tune was playing on the store’s speaker system and a sophisticated looking lady, who appeared to be in her 70’s came into the store. The music was still bumping as the lady began looking at the suits on the sales rack near where I was standing. Suddenly, she looked directly at me. Instinctively I smiled at her, and then noticed the look of anxiety on her face.

“Young lady,” she said, “What are they saying on that song?” She asked the question like she was afraid to hear the answer and before I could reply she repeated the question with a bit more urgency, “What are they saying?”

Though the tune had never been one of my favorites, I was familiar with the Brothers Johnson song and immediately understood her concern. Enunciating as clearly as I could so that there would be no misunderstanding, I said to her, “They are singing, ‘get the funk outta my face.’”  “Oh,” she replied, and then she turned and walked out of the store, all the while slowly shaking her head from side-to-side as if in a state of disbelief. I stood there wondering whether she had misunderstood me or if she was just upset by what she thought they guys were singing. Anyone who is unfamiliar with the song can certainly understand how funk could be mistaken for a more explicit word.  Life used to be so simple, but times they are a-changin’.

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Times They Are a-Changin’ – Part I of III

“Come mothers and fathers, throughout the land, and don’t criticize what you can’t understand. Your sons and your daughters are beyond your command . . .  For the times they are a-changin’.” In 1964, when Bob Dylan released that title track from his album by the same name the protest song addressed the social and political turmoil of that era. Today the tune is used in a number of TV commercials and the lyrics remain hauntingly relevant in the 21st century.

Boomers, do you ever look back and wonder what happened to the world we once knew? To say that things are different is a vast understatement. Remember when life used to be so simple?

Back in the day, when you heard that someone you knew had gotten engaged or married the immediate thought was that it was a heterosexual union. Today it could be two males, two females, or a transgender couple. During the time of our youth, a male and female born that way usually died that way. Changing one’s gender – or transgender surgery – was uncommon. And a young child in a nuclear family had a mother and father of the opposite sex, not two same sex mommies or daddies. Life used to be so simple, but times they are a-changin’.

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Contemplating God’s Sense of Humor

Sometimes I think God has a sense of humor. Sometimes I don’t.

So, yesterday I’m sitting in my home office, at my computer, stalled by writer’s block. Soft music is playing in the background and I am half-heartedly praying for something exciting to write about for my next blog post. Then, the strangest thing happens. The monitor and the wall directly behind it start swaying from side-to-side. I immediately uncross my arms, sit straight up in my chair and stare wide-eyed at the scene in front of me. While craning forward, I slowly stretch my arm toward the wall, preparing to touch it to see if I am actually seeing what I think I am seeing. But then the whole table begins to shake and I become aware of a loud humming sound like my noisy air conditioner makes when it’s running; only the humidity is low and the AC is turned off. The scene is so surreal that I think I am either dreaming or having a stroke.

I sit there briefly; in awe of the situation, wondering what is happening and asking myself what should I do. In a light bulb flash it dawns on me. This is no dream, nor a stroke. It’s an earthquake. Instinct answers my question – Ruuuun!!!

Not yet ready for a halleluiah come to Jesus meeting, I jump straight up out of my chair and in a nanosecond swoop my wallet, cell phone and keys off the table, then sprint across the room, through the hallway and out the front door. At the precise moment that I arrive outside the earth stops shaking, but my body doesn’t. Panting like a geriatric cheetah, I bend forward, place both hands on my knees and take deep breaths in an effort to calm my nerves.

At the same time, some of my neighbors rush outside looking just as frightened. For about 20 minutes or so, we stand around sharing our experiences of what we thought was happening when the earth shook and wondering if it is safe to go back indoors. All the while we are complaining about how we cannot get a signal on our cell phone.

This was not my first experience with an earthquake, but I sure hope it was my last. In the meantime, meteorologists are warning people living on the East Coast to prepare for Hurricane Irene.

I’ve decided that I will no longer pray for inspiration when I am having writer’s block. I know that in time the words will come. Meanwhile, I’ll just keep reminding myself of that old adage “Be careful what you ask for, because you just might get it.”

 

 

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A Tribute to Nick Ashford

Nick Ashford and Valerie Simpson were one of those inseparable show business couples like Ossie Davis and Ruby Dee, Paul Newman and Joanne Woodward. By all evidence, the Ashford and Simpson relationship was the prototype of one of their biggest hits and my favorite tune – Solid as a Rock.

Like many of their followers, I was fortunate to have seen the talented duo a few times during their heyday and in recent years. The last time was in October 2002 and they still had it going on. They were that rare team of old school performers who gave you your money’s worth and more. They never performed a song that I didn’t like. You’re All I need; I would Know You Anywhere; Send It; and another of my favorites, Is It Still Good to Ya?

The couple met at a New York City church during the mid-sixties, wrote numerous hit tunes for Motown greats like Marvin Gaye and Diana Ross, and it became evident to their fans, way back then, that Ashford and Simpson were not only a hot songwriting-production team, but their on-stage chemistry proved that they were soul mates; a fact driven home by their 38 year marriage.  

In addition to their sensational songwriting career, the dynamic duo owned a New York City restaurant.

Nick Ashford died of throat cancer on Monday night. He leaves behind his lovely wife, Valerie, and their two daughters, Nicole and Asia.

Your greatest fans will miss you deeply, Nick. Rest in peace.

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A Wake-Up Call for Boomer Grandchildren

Play now. Pay later. Take stock of your future — think retirement.

Don’t wait until you are middle-age to think about your old age. I know it is easy for you children of Generation Xers to think that you are a zillion years away from social security. Social security or retirement savings are phrases that you’ve probably heard tossed around by your parents and grandparents. But if you are a forward-thinking youth and have been paying attention to the reports about social security, then you know that it is a shallow well – expected to run dry by 2036 – and may not be there when your time comes to drink from it.

Grandchilden of Bill Gates, the Kardashians, or Russell Simmons may have no worries about their retirement years. Chances are they could be enjoying a super rich lifestyle long after receiving the invitation from AARP. Even if their wealthy predecessors have deceased and unless they did something horrible enough to get disinherited collecting social security won’t be on their bucket list.

This message is not intended for the youth who by fortune, fame or birthright need not worry about spending their golden years doing anything less than being kicked back in a luxury home or sitting by the pool in a Palm Springs retirement community. But if you are one of the millions of upcoming disadvantaged youths now of legal working age, living in a paycheck-to-paycheck family or maybe even living independently, but are still in a tedious situation, you need to prepare now to avoid struggling later to keep afloat in the sea of geriatric destitution.

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