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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Well 2019 coming to a close- interesting phenomenon of weird shit that is completely normal for me in my life</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>early in year another hospital drama</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>getting released</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Outlaws of folk series now in five locations</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>writing more and more Folk songs with a lot to say</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>on the perimeters all alone</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>another kick ass show with Judy Collins (that voice & eyes will slay any man & stop him dead in his tracks )</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>.....So I drove my car to the utmost high position of the mountain above trivial things such as politics- laughed as people screamed - outraged - name callers- Facebook "<i>Well I'm gonna have my say my rant conformity masked as individuality</i>" crap- Upper middle class people patting themselves on the back for defending the working class as they sit and sip on cream tea and go back to their mundane high paying jobs - its MADNESS & CHAOS out there -- I just decided to criss cross through it -roaming through the world wind whirlwind and figured to myself - <i>the more these people are online wasting time- the more songs I'll write.</i></b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Wanted a ticket to see Rage against the Machine (Irvine band) for 500 bucks? ...say what? or maybe the honor of paying Tom Morello a bunch of money to him to play guitar with him at "<i>Guitar revolution in Newport Beach </i>...Say what?....wheres all that dough go? ...man at least Rockefeller ya know what yer a gittin' -even if its a nightmare - ya can see the left hook or option play coming- left or right - has anyone ever tried to go straight ahead?- Aint judging no one or no thing I dig the music I've just cloaked the spirit of myself in a talking madness blues</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Lost too many friends this year - two of them band members - Larry green & Steve Norton - two of the only 3 guitar players I could ever communicate with in a two guitar thing - It was no trite cover band thing or tribute band shit or looking at music stands on stage with us ...not a chance ..this was real musical communication -ya know when you can look in each others eyes and just know the other cat gets it without saying a thing .Ya cant fake it cause you'll only throw it on the ground.Also Louis Garcia (Rebellions/Love Canal bass player)- renegade journalist Mike Boehm who stuck his neck on the chopping block for me and I never knew why except he 'Got It' -Not to mention my sweet Mod friend Heidi Hauser (Jam 4-ever)- The world is a lot less bright without them.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>I feel now the songs I am writing are bigger then me .Its got nothing to do with me anymore .I have to write them because no one else is-I have to record em' cause I wanna sing em' and people need to hear em' if they wanna .-they are lined up in the 2019 shooting gallery on the album</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b> SONG OF OUR TIME - recorded it live with guitar and singin' in Burbank with one Bruce Witkin recording it all.- The songs are bigger then me . way taller.Gotta look up to see em' which is weird cause they are closer down to the ground -. I'm afraid I must admit -lest the song THE OFFENDED offends any one - or FREE SPEECH BLUES & A CLEAN MIND land me in a jail or get banned since they follow no ideological bullshit of trendy politics -....Its funny doncha think?-how a chip here and a chip there everywhere a chip chip (And you know what I mean -ya can smell it)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>All of a sudden you're in some box - well it aint the box I enjoy I only like that other one - all I know is the head kings of the world and the 'rebels" (cue up laugh track) on social media make me wanna pull my hat down and keep moving forward -I'm amazed how people are easily led and follow whats marketed as being yerself-...wheres Ethel Merman when ya need her -Well there was a one night Mystery train reunion that shows ya' there's no business like show business I know.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>(That was Miss Merman singing) .I follow no one.</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>I must say the bright spot is The Outlaws Of folk music series shows where there is some real stuff going on .An antithesis of the shitty music industry.....well er... what music industry? - that don't mean no one should be more widely and wildly heard - I think we all should -but the industry its sooooooooooooooo- reduced to one bad night in Venezuela .Outlaws of folk keeps the train chuggin' in the right direction of not knowin' where its a goin' Too many fires on cape cod ,Too many highways on skyscrapers-</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>too many gum-wads stuck on the bedpost-too many fortuneteller tellers of fraud-too many whimsical treasure chests -too many noisy libraries -too many bad food parlors -too many useless information booths-follow the lily pads and you'll skip the stone in the right direction.</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>Please no more mic drop conformity please</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>It all means nothing except the up spots -Hanging out with musical friends and music lovers musicians ,vagabonds,puppies and clowns having a ball all together....an up spot -So then comes 20 year reissue of ACOUSTIC RUMBLE - the songs were so far ahead looking into the future and freaked me the ultimate- not even trying to be -the things came to pass-some not yet - people tripped when it first came out - a normal reaction-Hey wheres my Frank Sinatra coffee cup!</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>. -I only want to write <i>She Loves you Yeah Yeah Yeah</i> - but like I said the songs are writing me-its a different time ...coming from somewhere else.welcome to the journey of the out of control</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>-once you die and come back you see things as they truly are .(I wouldn't recommend it)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>- I watch a music show or should I say the entertainment world tell me the way it is supposed to be - a virtual <i>'How to' vibe</i>? ....run run run.....cause I follow no one and no rules and because-</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>BOOM -gotta move along</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>BOOM -gotta sing me a song</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>BOOM -even if the world thinks its wrong</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>BOOM- aint gonna stop cause winds blowin' strong &</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b> I'll keep movin' forward</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>shuff shuff shufflin' along</b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b>See ya 2019</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial" , "helvetica" , sans-serif;"><b> Gone!</b></span> <a href="http://www.rocknrollpoet.com/" target="_blank">hit the ol' website</a>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-48585765864435759232018-12-19T03:36:00.000-08:002018-12-19T19:39:07.618-08:00'Stop Kickin' My Dog Round '- 2018 in review<br />
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Ah 2018 , can't wait to put this one in my back pocket...actually I mean out of my pocket and throw this thing &this year out -<br />
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Before I let you know why dear friends ,may I (<i>If you don't mind )</i> cloak you in a coat of the warmth of the good stuff- well maybe....<br />
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Year started as uneventful as usual (<i>Apart from the Outlaws Of Folk music series</i>)<br />
But come March things went the way of the city dump-but more of that later on ...now come along with me on the wretched tale of 2018.<br />
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Here- put this cloak on as we fly above and look down or' the earth below. Let it warm you with the Gram Parsons -Emmylou Harris salute show. - a three song set slingin' my guitar with a one of my outlaw of folk dwellers - rocker mom & songstress Emily Zuzik howlin' & croonin' some back up- to say we didn't slay it would be an understatement.can't go wrong at The Last Honky Tonk.<br />
<i>Scuze me while I give myself a great big pat on the back...but I must now clear my throat - ahem...</i><br />
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So the sun dipped over the west ,and I decided I'd take stroll , but wound up in and out of the hospital back & forth ,back & forth - finally got kicked hard and snapped out of it- Eddie Cochran was playing in the backround sound tracking my months of lawlessness & despair- in the weeds of summer --had the rockin' pneumonia blues twice -slaughtered my groin & whacked my ankle - You know its really a drag to be hangin' round on the rope of boredom- upside more songs floated into my favorite pen - Ex girlfriend tried to swoon her way back in but - I pulled down the shade - no more rainstorm on this wayward valley of a dead end street.-<br />
lost way too many friends - couldn't even say goodbye ..too damn young man ,too damn young.<br />
'Sadness & Anger' is like oil & water - My engine block is crackin'.<br />
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I recorded up in the whipper winds of Burbank -after writing a stack of songs - they kepta comin'<br />
and I just kepta' writin' em down ,-I kicked cans in the street -gambled away my earnings (<i>which means I lost nothing</i>) , and hustled a kid for his last crawfish bucket took his advice and traded the bucket for a JB Stetson hat - not old Stacks -his great great great grandson ,donated that to me a year a many ago -Billy Lyons kin nowhere in sight-- zoomed accross the twilight and rummaged a garbage pail of words & took the best ones anf left the others there on the pile at the city dump,<br />
Up ahead the lights were flashin' and I did a show with The Kingston Trio and one with the Posies that I must say were the highest point & as Harry Nielson says "<i>Everybody has a point ..and a pointy head</i>" <br />
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-One too many flings <i>but I wont brag</i> lest a smack pack of angry women show up at my door with torches and rope with some funny hats upon their angry heads. -<i> they scare the livin' shit outta' me</i>...no I'm SERIOUS-...but they passed my me by and decided I wasn't "<i>one of those guys</i>' and now have my back---Thank God!<i>-Must be cause I have all them sisters & a lot of female cousins & Aunts</i> -Plus they know I'm on their side-The meanest one -the most hardcore of the torch carriers -took me out - wanted me to throw her down in the kitchen & make love to her cause it was raining out doors (<i>Good ol' Mr. Johnson knows</i>)- but as I said -<i>scared of that whole scene</i>. I'm not even gonna be a Beatle and hold her hand - too risky -I am AFRAID of this shit now. ...<br />
"<i>Please step away from the musician -nothing to see here"</i> "..- I'm a high tailin'...<br />
I just shook hands & said goodnight - never kissed her once ---<i> scared brother scared</i>....no more turtle dovin' for this here boy....<br />
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- Ya - C- I picked up a blonde with tattoos and went ta swirlin' to some other kitchen and rattled them pots& pans- scowered along guitar in hand to Folk U events by Annette Conlon - a kindred spirit in fighting adversity if there ever was one -not to mention Doug with a ready capo - the Outlaws of Folk series ended its 9th year and starts its 10th in 2019- Had to say goodbye to Alta Coffee house after a cool decade swirlin' run and have relocated to Seal Beach with the Humphrey Bogart's & Long beach reading Portfolios ...you know I was thinkin' -just now - no seriously - about shopping in the store and floatin' in the Coffee isle - It smells sweet - like the New year - but I don't get my hopes up - I'm actually rather unbalanced and depressed -which means I'm on the upswing ...<br />
Hey you know what? ...no seriously....I had great recording sessions with my band- did it all live - none of that tracking ,slacking lip smacking ,over compressin' non blessin' shit. And have that new Folk record 'Song of our Time'--- but its all the truth .So if I wind up on the side of a milk carton or get locked up like Dostoevsky - you'll know why<br />
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And stop kickin' my dog round'<br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">STORY OF A POP COUNTRY MUSIC STAR"</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Written by Michael Ubaldini</span></span></b></div>
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">In Hollywood California Dexter Mcgirth sat in his upstairs apartment.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Grunge ruined everything he thought. "Yesterday I had groupies & a
packed house - a stripper girlfriend named Sheila Sharp who did soft-core porn-
I had endless amounts of Drugs, Sex &booze. Where did it all go wrong? -I
WANT MY MTV!!" - He yelled at no one in particular. There he sat in his
Spandex pants his girlfriend’s lip gloss & platform shoes and perm- How
could this have happened? - His band all moved back to Milwaukee after their
one album record deal. which left them penniless and rattled with STDs</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Something had to change- he could join one of ‘Jimmy Jones Tribute to
Tribute bands’</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> (part one of this story )-</span></span></span><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Naw - he never got a long with that fucker Jimmie anyway when they played
in the band</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">"Dizzy Bitch' together
..Plus he Jimmie married that psyhco Ruby Viola who was a fan of folk singer
Judy Diamond</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">who baby sat their kid.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Just then Nirvana came on the radio "Make
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">As we push ahead to many years later (though it don’t really matter how
many years) - Dexter was packing to move back to Milwaukee when whilst packing
he realized he forgot to get back his records from his ex-girlfriend Sheila Sharp,
who now wore only flannel shirts open with a black bra (she was still a buxom specimen).She
cut all her hair off pierced her face then joined an empowerment 'nonprofit
group' (Which she donated all her money to) and decided she hated men. He must
admit she still was damn sexy but that granola shit she was eating &
feeding him made him ill. She moved to Portland after he willingly let her kick
his ass verbally. He never struck or yelled back and she still screamed at him
"Sexist Bastard!" as she rode off on the back of a motorcycle with
her friend Ms. Molly Jazzman with Rolling Stones & Chicago Blues records
under her arm...which left him a little puzzled about the sexist remark thing
considering her listening taste... He never questioned her time spent with Ms.
Molly Jazzman (as she liked to be called) -who owned the chopper& who was
stacked& equipped with double D breast implants and wore a hairdo like
Elvis Presley & had legs like Tina Turner to boot -but for some reason as angry
about them leaving together for Portland as he was, thinking about it all made
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">His landlord Mr.Darins said he could empty some boxes in his closet and use
them to pack</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">... As he looked through
the boxes he noticed his landlords’ records- All crooner stuff like Engelbert
Humperdink - 'Tapestry' by Carole King (Must have belonged to his landlords’ ex-wife)
a couple of 'New kids on the Block' albums & Justin Beiber (Which Was a
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">While thumbing through he stumbled on some albums by Waylon Jennings,
Willie Nelson, Merle Haggard, George Jones, Gram Parsons, Web Pierce & Lefty
Frizell... He emptied the boxes and played the vinyl on his landlords’
turntable</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">but couldn’t stand the look or
sound "I hate Country music" he said to no one in particular under
his breath .It almost made him as mad as</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">hearing Nirvana. So he put it out of his mind until he saw more records in
the same stack</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">.He arrived at newer one
by the singing group</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">'Little Big Town.'
-He took it out put it on the turntable ...SNAP! That record & the song
'Girl Crush' SPOKE to him unlike the others. It reminded him of his girlfriend
bound for Portland</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">..."Maybe she
still dug men after all?”...then next- Blake Shelton...Then Taylor Swift...Then
Lady Antebellum...It got better & better. He yelled out loud like Steve
Martin in the movie 'The Jerk'...”MOTHER...FATHER.....I"VE NEVER FELT
MUSIC LIKE THIS BEFORE!!!!"-This sound & production reminded him of
the musical arena rock gems he heard in the 80s with a fiddle or steel added
once in a while to make it all so Country...!!! </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">It had it all these records did. The arena sounding guitar solos...A bad
out of rhythm Rap music mixed with metal , and a type of 'Hipster look,' pre wrinkled
shirts and premade ripped jeans- & oh so over polished harmonies...he was
inspired!!..."I’m staring a Country Band"!- he yelled out the window
a couple bewildered kids setting fire to Pokémon cards with their sisters
destroyed Barbie’s tied to the back fender of their bicycles .</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">He went out and got a Johnny Cash poster for his wall.- the one with the
middle finger up, and he Dexter</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">posed in
all his Facebook pictures the same way -flipping off the camera like all the
cover bands did in their FB photos. cause it made him an authentic</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">'REBEL' .. He even got a tattoo of Johnny.
-Didn’t matter that he never listened to Cash music. He knew 'Folsom Prison
Blues' from all the cover bands who grudgingly added it to their set next to
‘Brown eyed girl' 'Mustang Sally' 'Gypsy'& 'Hotel California'. He couldn’t
sing nor his band mates but they didn’t have to ...They used a fabulous device
called 'AUTOTUNE'-- and a 'HARMOMNIZER'... He put the band together with his ex-hairband
mates. No need to learn the words to the songs ,-they could now use 'MUSIC
STANDS ON STAGE' with a binder notebook - or a some type of IPAD Tablet teleprompter with
the lyrics. This was GREAT! .You didn’t have to believe the lyrics or
INTERNALIZE them anymore... what a relief! </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Maybe he could also become an actor in the theater
on the stage and read along with other Broadway performers holding scripts in
their hands starring in 'Othello'. No need to memorize lines in the new art world.
The options were endless!! He could sing 'Girl Crush' proudly and change it to
'Man Crush’ and no one would think anything of it when he reversed the
lyrics.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Everyone would know he was straight
cause he was really singing about the girl when referring to dousing himself in
her boyfriend’s cologne and sleeping with him to know what he had on him which
was her. After all no one had a problem with that interpretation when sang in
reverse.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">He then thought better about it and changed his mind after he sang it to
his buddies in his band at a restaurant open mic night for seven people then
decided to never sing it again after a stunned silence. Not to mention an odd character
–(that’s how Dexter thought of this person)-following him around & waiting
at his car in the parking lot ......"Err well maybe that’s not such a good
idea to sing that one" he said to his pals</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">That never mattered to Dexter anyway & he did feel liberated singing it
at least that one time. It taught him to understand the anatomy of a pop song hit
with its easy to understand surface level lyrics along with one half yet not a
whole step beneath the surface cleverness &adding contrived
controversy.</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">"Man these pro songwriters
sure knew how to do things" he said out loud to no one in particular.
"They even told you so in their writers in the round
nights"....'Man'.... these in house writers really can humble you. They'll
even tell you that you will be humbled by them themselves even if you don't ask
them"</span></span></b><br />
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of like them appearing deep when in the shallow water...and he needed to brush
up on his songwriter conversation jargon... after all real songs weren’t
written from the streets and diners and bars anymore or from real life -Only in
rooms with clipboards and pro tools ...He quickly learned to over use
descriptions when talking about the songwriting ‘Craft’ as they the pros called
it. You could even pay a bunch of money to go to a place where you 'learned how
to write' from people who used to be famous. You had to get hip to using words
& phrases like ‘Hooks’ (can't have too many you know) , 'Think outside of
the Box’, 'You’re too close to the project to be objective' &'We need
another set of ears' ... </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">He also learned if you write a song even if you wrote
it all yourself .-you need to at least add six other writers names plus give
them publishing& writers credit ...they deserved it after all.....Adding an
all-important "The" or a "Just" to a line, or asking you to
go down with a note with your vocal line in the studio. The producer he should
get writers credit too along with the other set of ears guy and the drummer
keeping 4/4 time cause after all when he plays the drum beat without any vocals
or music on the street- everyone will recognize the song and sing along! ....
It had nothing to do with publishing money "And you Dexter” -they constructively
critiqued- “shouldn't be so big for your britches because there’s a LOT of talent
in this town & you will be humbled very quickly" </span></span></b></div>
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Odd ... that couldn't be manipulation?-thought Dexter-to make him doubt
himself as close minded if he didn’t agree. But he found it a peculiar thing that
they- these pros -somehow were not closed minded when it didn't suit them when
he suggested them to try something. Plus it seemed to Dexter like most of the
people inking record deals were famous people’s kids, nieces or nephews etc.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter adapted quick...even when they took his name off the songs he wrote</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter knew it was all done in the name of their true love of Country music
though it seemed everybody in Nashville when he visited Music Row were from
Hollywood or New York ….weird. </span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter even learned how to put down
and fend off the naysayers...the so called 'Real Country "
"Authentic" or “Honky Tonk" musician songwriters by responding to
them when they spoke up against his new pop country sound with answers like
.."Country has evolved and accepts all comers"&</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">"This isn't your Grand-mamas
country" “It’s called progress” He could also could fend off any musician
who worked his or her ass off writing and staying true to art and overcoming so
much rejection then finally landing a deal only to have some In the know 'set
of ears' come in and say ...."Hmmmmmm no radio play here. I don't hear a
radio hit ...just sayin'...well</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">err.....unless.. maybe if you just...leave your lyrics with me and I'll
let you know"</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">If worse came to worse Dexter gave these frustrated artist naysayer types</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">the infamous 'MUSIC SNOB'</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">tag.</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">That deflected them Hank Williams types for a while!! Besides he knew these purist types would eat themselves & each other by how they claimed to out purist the next band.It was inevitable</span></span></b></div>
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter & the band ran out and got some new boots but wouldn’t wear
cowboy hats .they decided they were no 'Hat Band' or even 'Bro Country' ...
They would instead as an extension of their hairband days ..not get extensions,
but buy BED HEAD HAIR PRODUCT .they could take hours to get the messy I didn’t
try to get ready look and kind of comb it to the side & have it hang over
one eye ...almost...with the final touch of wearing eye glasses you didn’t need
with big horn rims & no lenses & never revealing he once had an old part time
job at Disneyland and sidelined as a music journalist for a songwriter
magazine.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter towed the line so much he wound up with a record deal & named
his band -</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">"Six String Machine'</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">The records sold. Millions of dollars were put behind them. They guest
starred on the TV show ‘Nashville’. Dexter appeared in duets with fading rock
legends who were on the same label to give each other credibility and cross
over both into markets... His arena hairband metal tricks even came into play -
like swinging the guitar with the strap all around in a circle around his neck
where it winds up back in perfect position. He flew through the sky on trapeze
wire. He threw himself backward into the audience & crowd surfed. His headphone mic would go out sometimes but no worry & you could use
the auto tuning live and also have a stage full of fireworks & dancers to
deflect anyone from all that. Dexter and Six String Machine won Grammy after
Grammy , CMA after CMA - Hell even the 'Americana' movement started watering
down their sound& joined his side - all the old rock legends were going
Country....He headlined Stagecoach where bands on the main stage played mostly classic
rock covers as did Dexter’s-'Six String Machine' .."Better than being in
that hot tent area" he thought "with those loser bands who were too
good for their own good. To real for their own good. There’s no money in
that"</span></span></b></div>
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">"Who the hell do they think they are? & I sell more records then
Dwight Yokam & Roger Mcguinn </span></span><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">anyway!" said Dexter to himself.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">His old girlfriend Sheila Sharp (now wearing an open western cowboy shirt
with a red bra ) along with Ms. Molly Jazzman showed
up back stage at Stagecoach- They & Dexter laughed and talked of old times
then settled in for a an hour of boozing and depraved fornicating of which the details
could be too intoxicating & offensive for some &can't be printed here.</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> Sheila moved back in with Dexter. </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">He was offered to star in a reality TV. show - & is doing great as of
this writing!- </span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">He critiques up and</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">coming pop country artist hopefuls and Sheila (who grew her hair back
out) & Ms. Molly Jazzman take total female empowerment control by displaying
themselves as eye candy for the consumer. And we must tell you it was their own
choice not any sexist man...it’s all them...</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">with a take no prisoner, slapjack action in high heeled cowboy boots
& one Harley Davidson, pick their own company, we are nobody’s victim
attitude & if you say different they know how to deal with bullies!.... (.Dexter
was starting to sweat again)</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter gives them both as coworkers all they've ever wanted .The two woman
became CEOs of the corporation -answer to no one -and weed out all indie troublemakers</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">. The Jazzy looking Ms. Molly Jazzman got
bored so she hired a weasel of a man named Barry Simpleton to do damage control
& PR for the company .She kicks him around for cheap twisted thrills....(
Ms. Molly Jazzman & Barry happily married each other in a small ceremony in
Lodi California.)</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Meanwhile today Dexter’s Fame is
growing...</span></span></b><br />
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Dexter Mcgirth Pop Country music star who is 'unstoppable as can be' at
this time of writing ,is said to be recording a brand new album with a rock
legend from a TV talent show who we can't name here for legal reasons. I’d like
to say they all lived happily ever after </span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">But ......This wasn't enough for Dexter...</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">
</span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">the latest rumor (though we are unsure if it’s true)...according to our
sources He: Dexter Mcgirth Pop Country music star has decided to run for
President of the United States! Could this be true? A successful reality star
formerly in a 80s hair glam band who wore lip gloss & spandex and stood in
platform shoes with an ex stripper porn star girlfriend who turned riot girl
empowerment rebel in an open top with Ms. Molly Jazzman waiting in the wings on
her Harley Davidson with her new husband Barry Simpleton (who changed his last
name to Jazzman after they wed)-</span></span></b></div>
<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Could Dexter Mcgirth</span><span style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";"> </span></span><span style="font-family: "calibri";">'Pop Country
Music Reality TV Star' leave his empire & be the next leader of the free
world & President of the United States?</span></span></b><br />
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<b><span lang="EN" style="margin: 0px;"><span style="font-family: "calibri";">Naw ...It could never happen.....He couldn't win .........Or could he?</span></span></b></div>
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<b> Michael Ubaldini has added some talented brand new members to 'The Starshakers.'</b><br />
<b>Trust me when we say these guys know how to rock..</b><br />
<b>His former guitarist & drummer were old friends basically filling in til Michael got the right line up </b><br />
<b>-A permanent drummer & Rhythm guitarist- .</b><br />
<b>Michael may be adding a few other things interesting into the mix as well.</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>"It was time to let them go & make a change for the integrity of the music to carry on.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> It was a lot of fun hangin' round those guys playing music & grabbing mid rehearsal coffee talking about all kinds of things- They weren't guys who could hit the road & tour so to speak, the drummer has other 9 to 5 obligations & the guitarist has other artistic commitments which is a conflict. My whole life is music performing & writing it and being creative.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I support what they do & they support my decision to replace them.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i> </i></span><span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>They are friends and would never want to stand in my way</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I've sacrificed everything to follow the muse. The new players I have are true dedicated solid career players including my<a href="https://www.facebook.com/Michaelubaldinirocknrollpoet2/"> 'Lonesome Playboys' drummer joining the crew</a>..Jerry my bass player will be staying aboard the Starshaker ship.</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>I've recruited another great guitarist who cut his teeth like myself back in the real scene.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>Though the former guitarist is no longer in the line up, I will continue on other types of artistic projects with him.We have a great time working together. </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><i>But I do thank those two old pals ..............,but first thing is first I got places to go, songs to write,and move where the wind takes me!"</i></span><br />
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<b><span class="_4yxo">So how did it all start? -I was like any other little kid at age 4 - playing with toys watching cartoons,living in a small tiny apartment with my mom, dad & three sisters who all shared a room. Then one day it happened.. I was sitting in front of our old black & white TV back when you had to get up and change the channels by hand playing with Matchbox cars. All of a sudden it came on TV . An old clip of the Beatles from Ed Sullivan, obviously a repeat or clip since I was not born when it happened- But it came on the black & white TV but I swear I saw it in full technicolor! </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">As years went by I looked for color footage of that clip -but there are none- yet I saw it in full blown color -She loves you yeah yeah yeah!!- They say music is made of colors or can make you feel them (as any LSD user could tell you ) - </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">But I never dropped acid ..never at age four & not when I got older either as my generation a decade after the 60s -growing up on first wave Punk rock already could see the damaged ruins of what was left of what people used to call hippies. Even as a little kid I'd see them roaming around muttering to themselves talking incoherently -their brains fried , burnt out ,some asking for money on the street -But not all of them. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">Some were musicians like one of the guys from Country Joe & The Fish who lived in the apartment above us with his mom in the Fairfax district- Besides some of those Hippie girls looked damn good to me too even though I was a little kid.The first song I wrote at 7 years old was called ‘Bees Make Honey’ (A pretty bluesy title when you think about it) </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">It had to be rock n roll-Them girls in those fringe Native American jackets ,sexy blouses and tight bell bottom jeans with those big 70s looking sunglasses-- (just like the girls in the movie 'Billy Jack' or portrayed in 'Almost Famous') First time I ever felt anything bout girls was looking at them hippie chicks standing around Nate's Milk store(Clockwork Orange anyone ?) & hanging around with my older sister a little later down the line when I hit 10 years round our home -mind you I was a kid --but remember -I saw it all & felt it in color </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">There had to be something in that acid that tapped into your mind where walls could melt & colors could explode within the senses . I felt that. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">I hallucinated without dropping drugs.-I still can- It was the innocence of an open mind looking at the world through childlike eyes that made me see & feel it all in color. Ever since that day it was over -I was fucking ruined but in a great way - I never looked back ,for I knew I was born to play music before I even did it ..four years old mind you! ..I knew my calling for better or worse & found out much later that music -The cause & effect can affect people in a profound way. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">I wasn't the only one -I'm sure you all can remember that first blast,where music for you made you feel something ,became your friend in sorrow, wild with Saturday night rebellion, sitting in the dark in your room looking at the blue lights on the stereo as the needle hit the vinyl ,playin' guitar - or how it made love & sex all that much better, - a way of life. You & I we could confide in music cause' rock n roll music was a good listener even though we were the ones listening-cause' it seemed to say everything you felt & reflect it right back at you.. </span></b></div>
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<b><span class="_4yxo">And if you are younger & what the media calls today a 'millennial', whatever kind of music reaches out and makes you have no recourse & just belong to some exclusive thing inside your soul, I say its good. You gotta let it happen.Let it grab hold of ya'. </span></b><br />
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I am writing good reader because , I have been disturbed by an ever repeating scene that keeps happening daily and it happened at a Starbucks...now I wont reveal which because there are not many Starbucks around as you know & they are far and few between and not on every corner.. extremely hard to find.. (as you know) And I fear that you may figure it out and we don't need the media following searching for details to put on MSNBC, FOX or CNN.. But I assure you that all of this ghastly asthmatic episode after a simple daily cup has gotten me extremely baffled and dare I say terrified... To add a little more clarity to an already confusing and stressful situation.. let me begin my sordid tale...<br />
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I was sitting 'minding my own business' like <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Hank_Williams">Hank Williams Sr. </a>suggested. When out of nowhere they approached me ...started sitting with me uninvited...I tried to willfully be friendly but dear reader its was overwhelming ..Daily I tried not to make eye contact -but to no avail- ...the creatures kept sitting with me...arguing about the state of the world , religion,politics ,bands,movies .<br />
I could tell they hated America but I couldn't relate or understand .Why land here then reap the benefits?<br />
After all if I was attending a party and hated being there and spoke of how the last party I was at was better ,I would simply go back to the other party. Not stay & complain about where I was.That would be an irrefutable arrogance of the worst kind. ...but these trolls&hunchback gnomes in gym clothes & whatever else they could get their hands on made no sense .I was terrified and had to come up with a plan.I silently plotted my escape.....but to no avail, they hung around my neck like snug slipknot ,I was not about to swing in the breeze, people started offing themselves...after all ..if they didn't like the situation why tell me about it?<br />
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I tried to nod graciously , I tried to be rude but more & more of them kept coming ,they wouldn't stop, they turned up the heat,tried to get in my head but couldn't crack nor break me ,I guzzled the coffee ,I got refills, <a href="https://www.rocknrollpoet.com/store">I tried to write songs, I did write songs </a>, they still kept coming, uninvited, pressing ,hassling passers by ,keying my car ,yelling crude things to young women. I tried to switch my time to be at my coffee spot, but they were always there...at least one of them ,hovering over me like a helicopter to my utter inexplicable horror , It was driving me to madness, .."think of Kerouac, think of Bo Diddley ,think of <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Raquel_Welch">Raquel Welch" </a>-I told myself , just ignore...but another sat down , another insulted me, another wanted me to shack up with them , I had know idea ..nor cause, no reign of escape though through enumerable attempts failed. I drove around the block. Faked like I was leaving ..but they kept coming. They kept haunting and twisting an annoying knife into my spirit disguised as soccer moms, artists ,office workers you name it.<br />
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Their knotty twisted hands reaching out trying to strangle me on a forlorn afternoon...I had another cup ..it was a hot coffee ..I could throw it at them when they attacked,<br />
..my ex girlfriend would stop by but to my unbearable horror she was overtaken ..somehow now one of them & to gaze in her eyes made me sweat with terror..more kept coming. I kept pounding coffee , thinking faster ,moving faster ,rolling,running, and sweating. I drank more coffee ,I thought quick & the outer-space people sunk their tentacles into me..<br />
Until I found and fell upon ......their Achilles heel ..<br />
the words 'Fuck off' seemed to scare them . Blunt force was all it took.<br />
It was as simple as that!<br />
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Pacifying them made them want to eat human flesh with their latte's .They scattered like roaches as if when you turn on a light...But I know they're out there ..one will creep in to see if I've weakened, make me a horrible experiment of their own conversion of collective unconsciousness ..<br />
I'm not mad I tell you ,I'm not crazy or insane ....as you can see .....uh oh , forgive me, I must go- ..here comes one. I can recognize these twisted elves with a quick one eyed glance..I know no one will believe me ...unless ...wait a minute! .May I inquire<a href="http://www.rocknrollpoet.com/">..<i>.just who are you</i> <i>reader?</i> -</a>Why didn't I catch on ?<br />
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I believe you are one of them,You cant fool me ...you think you're oh so very clever.-I scoff at your failure. You think you are tempting me with an agreeable nod of the head and ever woeful grin..trying to humor me with a mirror effect of my own paranoia .<br />
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<b>Well I tell ya' it was a drunken night.I just played a show at The Palomino club in North Hollywood, when outside I started talking to a friend who came to see me play my show & we started talkin' music.We fell upon the English Punk rock greasers <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Paul_Simonon">'The Clash'- when he mentioned that Paul Simonon the bass player and king of cool of the band </a>was living in Los Angeles at a apt over by </b><br />
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<b>There was an old coffee shop next door and Simonon hung out there he said .Well it was three o clock in the morning so me and a friend of mine swung over there - we drove around and noticed only a couple of sort of apartments where you have to push a button to get let in .</b><br />
<b>Miraculously we found it on our first try</b><br />
<b>-(Remember we were a little drunk too).so that was a good sign -or bad - maybe wind up in jail</b><br />
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<b> People were coming out early in the morning with Brit accents.Maybe they were having a party? ..They had to be his friends -not many Brits in one building in LA. I asked this chick "<i>hey does Paul Simonon live here</i>?" & she said in a proper English voice "<i>I don't think I can tell you that</i>" -so I knew we had the right place-she was kinda bitchy to be honest ....like those Hollywood <i>'We are famous cause we hang around famous people types'</i>.</b><br />
<b>Fuck it I thought .The press always wrote the Clash cared about their fans and the kids so we walked up ,my friend with a piece of crap acoustic guitar (He couldn't play a lick on any instrument or had any musical talent at all ) but he liked rock n roll so drug his guitar for some reason to my gig.</b><br />
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<b>I looked on the buzzer -there it was the last name 'SIMONON'.</b><br />
<b>not even some fake name - so I buzzed it. A voice answered in a UK accent "<i>Can I help ya</i>'?"</b><br />
<b>I said "<i>hey man ,we wanna meet Paul Simonon ..we are huge Clash fans and wonder if he could sign a guitar ..hope we didn't wake him I know its a bit late..maybe we could come by another time?</i>" -- the voice came back ,"<i>no worry hang on mate I'll buzz you in</i>"</b><br />
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<b>Well we were kinda floored -the door buzzed -we walked in the elevator to the the floor he said to go to . The elevator opened and we stood in the hall - we both looked at each other realizing we had this lame looking 20 dollar zebra striped acoustic guitar with us -then "Boom' -out of the apartment comes The King of Punk Rock cool 'Paul Simonon' dressed just like he walked off the </b><br />
<b>'London Calling' album cover - Black shirt ,&leather pants with a James Dean greaser haircut -- It was a great R&R moment. </b><br />
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<b>We talked about Rock N Roll,Gene Vincent & The Clash and his art.He told me he painted the Clash backdrop on early shows , "<i>Sorry its a bit late</i>" I said..he said <i>"Its cool mate we were awake-- by the way cool quiff</i>" (That's what the Brits call the greaser rocker hairstyle)- he signed an autograph for me on a piece of paper - He signed my buddies guitar looked at it and never scoffed at the crappy thing- just a slight grin and took a couple pictures with us <a href="https://www.rocknrollpoet.com/store">(<i>Pre smart phones we had this Kodak throwaway camera to take pics of me and my band at my show</i> ) </a></b><br />
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<b>Paul told me said he himself had new band- 'Havana 3 AM'- .I asked him <i>"Ya think the Clash will ever play together again?</i>" ..he said <i>"I don't Phink so Mate</i>" (he said 'think' but it sounded like 'Phink') .</b><br />
<b>We noticed a good looking chick peaking out the apt door he looked back at her and said "<i>Looks like I better go -that's me girlfriend giving me the look you know wot I mean</i>?" we laughed said our see ya later goodbye thanks type of stuff and split. </b><br />
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<b> We heard a distant gunshot when we left -no bullshit- my buddy said "<i>Shit what the hell was that</i>?" - I said -<i>"Its The Guns Of Brixton in Los Angeles</i>" -</b><br />
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<b>Alright 2017 - gone by had some scares, some wear, somewhere,,some tear, some tears, </b><br />
<b>some fears , and some year, all that is rolling through the desolate railroad in my overheated ,depleted, completed and crumbling , rumbling,fast talkin' slow walkin' midnight rockin' mind.</b><br />
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<b>Now 2017 was all right of course,<a href="https://www.rocknrollpoet.com/store"> the new album releases</a>, the tours of Austin TX were great -- along with the shows I did with <a href="https://www.facebook.com/Outlawsoffolkmusicseries/photos/rpp.154737501238735/1443348289044310/?type=3">Judy Collins </a>(If I could go back in time to the 60s I'd take her out if she'd let me...that voice ..no wonder sirens led men to destruction ...aint gonna hear a voice by choice to rejoice like that ever again -those powerful crystal clear songstress voices wont exist when her and Baez are gone ...too damn bad ..glad I could witness & hear it live .. privileged & she signed my record ..cool as can be --- Bye Bye Miss American Pie - Don McLean show -playing that was cool as well... - </b><br />
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<b> A scare at the So Cal Hoedown but all wound up good (thank you Lord)</b><br />
<b>So many needles in my arm I feel like some kinda junkie- Bruised up like Johnny Thunders - dump a bucket of ice on my tragic beautiful life.</b><br />
<b>Ya know been thinkin' drinkin and not blinkin' at others winkin' at other times freakin' about the world baby ..I mean all these people are Lab rats on Facebook ..questions being asked ..surveys ..just to know how people think so they the powerful can control ,and use PR to brainwash the hard drive in peoples skulls with political, religious and utopian thoughts .. everyone weighing in...like I give a shit about some fuckers opinion -They say beauty is in the eye of the beholder ..but all I see is the ugly inside of people on that spy network...guess it has an upside!</b><br />
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<b>I don't expect em' to care bout' mine or my mind either-- Two faced woman coming down the line .. "Honey get that thing away from me"..aint holding no ones hand ,aint opening no car door , aint stretching my arm with a fake yawn over her shoulder ..aint opening no doors ...aint making no moves for a beautiful fleeting kiss.... Aint dancin' close in the moonlight - cant be accused of courting for love as an evil man...after all I'm only a Blues man and a rock n roll songster slingin' hash ..not smoking it ..contrary to public belief ..</b><br />
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<b>Talking to carney pal the 'Top Hatted Tall Man'(Its been many years) in my stop over before I arrived bout where I met me 'the lead me on gal' -I met -she- who led me by the handshake of a dance into nothingness and Carl Jung psychosis ...then condemned for not wanting nothing to do with the religion of atheism ...</b><br />
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<b>Its all over mama...Its all high and dry & snow falling in Austin and stabbing the eye..I sit and watch everyone brainwashed being groomed for a New World Order ..but life is so much shorter ..ran into my ol' pal Patrick Porter and got a dose of sanity..cause after all "Rudie cant fail" in the "Modern World" (Clash & Jam it) ..-- </b><br />
<b>Could it be that Thumbelina is on the the take wasting her time at <a href="https://www.namm.org/thenammshow/2016/events/michael-ubaldini">The NAMM show?</a> ... </b><br />
<b>Her friend cabbage patch Joe wound up thinking cover bands are real bands....that's right Pinocchio ..one day you'll be a real boy -- check your laminate in the hallway filled with mirrors of diabolical shit..Take a look ..ya like what you see? ...</b><br />
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<b> But all that aside its a great year apart from everyone having to burn their records, oh yes all Dem' Stones , Blues,Dylan,Honky Tonk , Hip Hop &Rock n Roll records are sexist now....Button up yer pants and button up your blouse...In fact don't even <i>think about it</i>...</b><br />
<b>pro creation is banned and has turned into a hit record ... turn it up bone daddy .(However I have three sisters and if anyone hassles em.......trouble trouble trouble,)</b><br />
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<b>It all makes me nimble & neurotic and I tell you I am extremely offended by The offended ...<i>Everyone's been told to be offended </i>so why not?!</b><br />
<b>I guess art must be censored ..under the guise of being uncensored ...I'm a little bit disjointed by it all and am moving in a new direction..It feels like into a brick wall ..</b><br />
<b>Village of the damned ..<i>"A Brick wall"...</i>Have ya seen it<i>? -</i>-Black &White movie bliss.</b><br />
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<b>Can you dig <a href="http://www.rocknrollpoet.com/">THE BALLAD OF BRIAN JONES vinyl EP </a>? ..I am happy as can be I wrote that song for the outlaw blonde haired creator of The Stones... People love to rewire &rewrite history (Just Look at whats happening now) mark my words ..The Elvis statue in Memphis will be coming down soon... <i>But its for our own good</i> ..thank you ...Whew what a relief to not have individuality anymore all in the name of morality.... Come back little Sheba!!........</b><br />
<b>Can ya make God like one of us please? ...After all all I can say to Icons or I-cons- is no ones gonna make a monkey outta me.... </b><br />
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<b>Darwin is in a boat with Marx &Rockefeller ,Rimbaud is driving and steering the paddle of the damn drunkin' thing ..on waves of ,sacrificial ordinary preambles of cross eyed nymphs looking for action with a stowaway below the deck of cards on the glacier of lost dreams... and want me to go fishing with em'...<i>I don't think so.</i>... </b><br />
<b>but Howard Hughes can dig the Blues and have you heard the news?</b><br />
<b><a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lauren_Bacall">....Lauren Bacall</a> &<a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Clark_Gable">Clark Gable got the Blues </a><a href="https://www.facebook.com/michael.ubaldini.18/videos/10156549386868222/"> </a></b><br />
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<b>2017 has gone by at the speed of light... so get right and when the clock strikes midnight ...the New year will be in sight -on site -and all I know is I'm blessed to be alive &and kickin' </b><br />
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<b>I feel all right &.......Well Alright!</b><br />
<b>(Last Chord of Revolution by the Beatles) <i>All Right! </i>Blam blam! </b><br />
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<b>Thanks to all who came out ,</b><br />
<b> Had my friends The Rubilators back me up as my band .. They are a solid band in their own right too & can't thank them enough for learning my songs -- Also - the final night on stage one guy tried to hassle me and the boys on stage giving the band the finger - he was a bit upset everyone was digging it.Guitar player and buddy John flipped the bird back , he tried to climb on stage and John knocked the hat the guys head thought we were gonna have an old fashioned Punk moment with a little rumblin' ...but we finished my song instead -A <i>LIFETIME OF BAR BAND DUES </i>- which was appropriate . </b><b><b>The guy apologized afterwords to us all very sincerely so all wound up good ...just another night of Rock N Roll !</b>- see ya again Texas soon! </b><br />
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<b>Came home on Saturday the 16th and played the Sawdust Art Festival in Laguna Beach CA. today Sunday .<br /> I have a thing I do every Friday on Facebook called "FOLK SONG FRIDAY" , where I play original songs & old Folk songs ..mix it up . </b><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/michael.ubaldini.18/videos/10156866954723222/"><b>This week I did a version of INXS 'Dont Change' in the folk style in tribute to the late </b></a><br />
<a href="https://www.facebook.com/michael.ubaldini.18/videos/10156866954723222/"><b> Michael Hutchence-- hear it here!!</b></a><br />
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<b>I believe Hutchence wrote the words .This shows a great song is always a great song. I stripped it down & did it in my own Folk Style<a href="http://www.inxs40.com/">-Michael Hutchence should be remembered</a> for not only being a good singer but a good person & band mate from what I have heard- though its a pop rock song - there is some simple cool poetry between the lines. A song I always liked.</b><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>Michael Ubaldini be damaging some analog tape with Rock n roll starting new recording sessions! </b></span><br />
<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>He has accumulated 3 albums worth of original songs in a recent writing frenzy<a href="http://www.wakethedeadcoffeehouse.net/"> jacked up on black coffee</a>- so he will have to narrow it down - He wraps up 2017 in a tour of Texas (T-4 Texas Tour)</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: inherit;"><b>And closes it out in Southern California at The Sawdust Festival in Laguna Beach CA. Sunday Dec 17th</b></span>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-3273444002410706542017-11-30T22:43:00.000-08:002017-11-30T22:52:05.451-08:00WAKE THE DEAD COFFEE-Just Added!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>Another Date Just Added To The T-4 TEXAS Tour In December!!</b><br />
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<b>A solo acoustic concert at</b><br />
<a href="http://www.wakethedeadcoffeehouse.net/"><b>WAKE THE DEAD COFFEE</b></a><br />
<b>in SAN MARCOS TX- Special Courtyard show! -6pm til 7pm ,Great coffee house -Kerouac,Corso & Ginsberg would have dug it!</b><br />
<b>Great Staff & Great Coffee!</b><br />
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<b>DEC 9th - 6pm til 7pm (In the Court Yard) - NO COVER!!</b><br />
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<b>Come pick up the 2016 -</b><br />
<b>21 song all acoustic Folk CD release of Michaels -</b><br />
<b><a href="https://www.rocknrollpoet.com/store"><i>SONGSTER -The Acoustic Reels'</i></a></b><br />
<br />Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-7444600479814634372017-11-29T12:26:00.000-08:002017-11-29T12:48:18.744-08:00T-4 -TEXAS TOUR!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<b>HI Gang - Ill be out in Austin Texas doing some dates from December 8th til the 16th </b><br />
<b>I was in Texas last August for a string of dates In Dallas ,San Marcos & Austin in support of my new releases - <a href="https://www.rocknrollpoet.com/store">"BALLAD OF BRIAN JONES" Limited edition 5 song 12 inch EP</a> on Vinyl & STARSHAKER on CD & Cassette</b><br />
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<b>I am looking forward to being back in Texas. I will be backed by local Austin musicians my friends- "The Rubilators' - check my show dates for more info on the website page.</b><br />
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<b>The Ballad of Brian Jones record cover is a really cool picture supplied </b><br />
<b>by legendary Rolling Stones photographer Gered Mankowitz who did the Stones album covers; </b><br />
<b>('<i>Between The Buttons' ,'Decembers Children'(Out Of Our Heads UK) </i>& booklet pics in<i> </i></b><br />
<b><i>'Big Hits High Tide & Green grass</i>" as well as photos of <i>Paul McCartney,Jimi Hendrix, Oasis,Marianne Faithful ,Kate Bush & The Jam</i> to name a few...Quite an honor.</b><br />
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<b>See you in Austin!</b><br />
<b>HOLE IN THE WALL - Dec 8th</b><br />
<b>HOTEL VEGAS- DEC 12th</b><br />
<b>SAMS TOWN POINT -DEC 15th </b><br />
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<b>Michael</b>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-57242320185340734822017-11-28T16:58:00.003-08:002018-02-13T17:31:39.420-08:00Rock N Roll Ruined Me & I love it!<table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"><tbody>
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<b>Rock N Roll Ruined me And I Love it!</b></h2>
<b><span style="font-size: small;">So how did it all start? -I was like any other little kid at age 4-playing with toys</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">watching cartoons,living in a small tiny apartment with my mom,dad and</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">three older sisters who shared a room.Then one day it happened..I was sitting in front of our</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">old black and white TV back when you had to get up and change the channels by hand playing with Matchbox cars.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">All of a sudden it came on TV.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">An old clip of The Beatles from Ed Sullivan .Obviously a repeat or clip since I was not born when it happened -But it came on the black and white TV but I swear I saw it in full technicolor!</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">I'm not shitting you!-</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">As years went by I looked for color footage of that clip-but there are none-</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Yet I saw it in full blown color-She loves you yeah yeah yeah!!-They say music is made of colors or can make you feel them(As any LSD user could tell you)-</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">But I never dropped acid...never at age four & not when I got older either as my generation a decade after the 60s-growing up on the first wave of Punk Rock already could see the damaged ruins of what was left of what people used to call 'Hippies'</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Even as a little kid I'd see them roaming around and muttering to themselveas talking incoherently-thir brains fried,burnt out ,some asking for money on the street-</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">But not all of them.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">Some were musicians like one of the guys from 'Country Joe & The Fish' who lived in the apartment above us with his Mom in the Fairfax district-Besides some of those Hippie girls looked damn good to me even though I was a little kid.The first song I wrote at 7 years old was called "Bees Make Honey' (A pretty bluesy title when you think about it.)</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">It had to be Rock n Roll-Them girls in those fringe suede Native American jackets,</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">sexy blouses and tight bell bottom jeans with those big 70s looking sunglasses-(</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">just like the girls in the movie 'Billy Jack' or portrayed in 'Almost Famous')</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">First time I ever felt anything about girls was looking at them hippie chicks standing around 'Nate's Milk Store' (Clockwork Orange anyone?) & hanging around with my older sister a little later down the line when I hit 10 years round our home-mind you- I was a kid -</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">-but remember- I saw it all and felt it in color</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">......nevertheless.....</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">There had to be something in that acid that tapped into your mind where walls could melt & colors could explode within the senses.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">I felt that.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">I hallucinated without dropping drugs-I still can--It was the innocence of an open mind looking at the world through childlike eyes that made me see and feel it all in color.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">Ever since that day it was OVER! </span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;"><i>I was fucking ruined -</i>but in a great way-I never looked back,for I knew I was born to play music before I even did it...four years old mind you!..</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">I knew my calling for better or worse & found out much later that music-The cause and effect can affect people in a profound way.</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">I wasn't the only one .I'm sure you all can remember that first blast where music for you made you feel something,became your friend in sorrow,wild with Saturday night rebellion,sitting in the dark in your room looking at the 'Blue lights' on the stereo as the needle hit the vinyl,playin' guitar or-or how it made love & sex all that much better,- A way of life. You and I we could confide in music cause' Rock n Roll music was a good listener even though we were the ones listining - cause' it seemed to say everything you felt and reflect it right back at you...</span></b><br />
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<b><span style="font-size: small;">And if you are younger & what media calls 'millennial" ,whatever kind of music reaches out and makes you have no recourse&just belong to some exclusivethying inside your soul,I say its's good.You gotta let it happen,grab hold of ya'. Its good to be out of control and tattered in ruins.</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">-I am in ruins-Rock n Roll Ruins ...</span></b><br />
<b><span style="font-size: small;">AND I LOVE IT!!</span></b><br />
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Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-76374937613838671202012-12-21T03:00:00.002-08:002012-12-21T03:00:32.436-08:002012 goin' down into 2013 groove -Forlorn year in review revisited2012 is coming to an end ,<br />
Its the 21st of December so some think it is <em>THE END</em><br />
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But no one knows the time the hour the day that will come like<br />
a theif in the night<br />
Ya' got that right<br />
I aint worried bout a thing man cause I'm driving and the two lanes are vanishing behind me in this..<br />
Year In Review<br />
I can see reflecting in highlights of the past headlights ...<br />
Writin' and a recordin'<br />
travlin' through a locked window<br />
railroaded by monkeys<br />
hobblin' like Crutch Daddy Jones<br />
Left and Right political noise of a wash<br />
people using bad happenings ..events ..shootings viloence<br />
exploiting the innocent lambs who were turned into Gods angels<br />
Using that tragedy for their own political purpose <br />
sometimes left aint right and right aint left<br />
Its only propaganda and an evil theft<br />
and to all who chant "Which side Are you On?"<br />
I say "the side of the road no one travels on- with the outcasts from the outcasts -the meek vagabonds"<br />
For human beings always find a way to do harm and smile & kill <br />
no matter what laws get layed accross the great divide they will....<br />
swallow the plane to catch the bomb<br />
swallow the bomb to catch the gun<br />
swallow the gun to catch the knife <br />
swallow the knife to catch the hammer<br />
swallow the hammer to catch the nail<br />
swallow the nail to catch the wood<br />
swallow the wood to catch the stone <br />
use the stone as an eye for an eye<br />
I dont know why they swallowed the eye<br />
perhaps sticks and stones too can make ya die<br />
If theres a will theres a way And hateful will always try<br />
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I propose a toast to<br />
<em>(In a more uplifting note)</em><br />
<em>TO:</em><br />
<em>(trumpets blowing right about now)</em><br />
Ingbar Swenson a rust repair salesman from Bolton l whisper street<br />
Jesse & Frank James Colt 45 RPM- The 45 RPM <br />
Clowns with mustaches<br />
Giraffes with short necks<br />
Leaders who tell the truth<br />
elephants without trunks <br />
Skunks that dont smell<br />
Rats who share cheese <br />
Monks who climb trees <br />
wordsmiths and blacksmiths with long tooth combs and<br />
Brides who dress in spike heels and carry flick knives<br />
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High moments from 2012.......<br />
Getting the call from Dwight Yoakam and crew to open show for him with <br />
Michael& The Lonesome Playboys ,<br />
My Book 'Lost American Nights; Published in its 2nd edition by MOONTIDE PRESS (Thank you M Miller)<br />
The GOE gigs<br />
The EB Gigs<br />
Cinema gigs<br />
The Ronnie Mack Barn Dance gigs<br />
Fitzgeralds & of Course without any further rambling <br />
The on-going Outlaws of Folk music series & all the travlin' Songsters who swing by and spew out a song of 30 minutes of good hustle.<br />
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Then again....<br />
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Typewriter Busted, I dusted ,Is now trusted and working again<br />
write my songs on an old Underwood givin to me by the ghost of Kerouac,<br />
(In a car with Hank Williams and Oscar Wilde no less)<br />
While mutants and vultures trying to chomp souls and feed em to the lowest bidder surrounded me on a front porch down cross the Macon Dixon Line<br />
headed straight into the sideshow damsel in a pink radiator dress ..however I did not comply as I borrowed a swift antique broom fom the local judge and flatly smashed his will and the feathered chamber of commerce birds into submission(Right here cue up the sex pistols)<br />
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Writing poem after poem , song after song ,riding the crest of the whirlwind <br />
Ill see ya in the next chapter of year 2013<br />
Thats my year in review ..Think it dont mean a thing? <br />
Better read the lines in between<br />
& awake from your nightmare and call it a dream<br />
Theres a lot held in the glove box that to the naked eye can't be seen<br />
On the driftwood of promise of some false hipster scene<br />
Who will wear the right clothes <br />
and pretend they know what it all means...'<br />
Besides never trust a doner that wears bell bottom jeans<br />
obscene<br />
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<em>written by Michael ubaldini </em><br />
<em>copyright library of congress 2012</em><br />
<em>may not be used in any form without permission</em>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-65166918460511723302011-12-30T16:09:00.000-08:002011-12-30T16:25:25.656-08:00' DAY IN MY LIFE -ONE FORLORN YEAR IN REVIEW'-By M.UbaldiniYEAR IN REVIEW - 'Last Of The Honks Tonks' Hits #1 on UK download charts<br /> # 6 In Dec MOJO magazine to 10 playlist<br /><br /> - Great shows, Great fans, New friends & Lots of new songs, great shows at the Gram fests etc..Playing & doin My thing w/my band and also hearing Great groups do their stuff!<br /> Rollin' & Tumblin' cruisin' , movin' & soothin' my soul to the ever ready sounds a' feelin' the ground<br /> I thunder, I plunder beneath my ever movin' feet on the street ' feelin the heat <br /> SWEET<br /><br />All the while with my side kick cronies along the way in pocket spots<br /> through paradise of the land in dimensions of un relenting-<br /> gravel & dirt glory along the great streets somwhere in the other America-<br /> The Blue moon is dancin' with the Crecent skyway and livin' for givin' and the year of 2011<br /> will now laspe into the cradled arms of the past ..only to embrace the future-<br /><br /> I'm sidesteppin' in with Fred Astaire style & 2012 Ragamuffin' flair ..without a care-<br /><br /> I'll see ya there!<br /><br />Michael Ubaldini -Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-90749221010695499262011-06-07T23:43:00.000-07:002011-06-07T23:51:25.551-07:00LEVIS & BLACK JACKETS<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rFPGaTjod0k/Te8bwLh9QPI/AAAAAAAAAGg/DkD5pW788GA/s1600/scan0023.jpg"><img style="float: right; 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mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style="">Written By Michael Ubaldini (from The 2nd revised moon tide press book MICHAEL UBALDINI 'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS'-lyrics& poems<br /></b></p> <p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"><b style=""> </b></p> <p class="MsoNormal">Levis & Black denim jackets</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Stroll the cement</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The subway holes</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The burnt out tenements</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The graffiti decayed buildings</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The rumbling trains</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The sad avenues</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The angry cities</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The quiet suburbs</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The high plains</p> <p class="MsoNormal">The searing valleys</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Ride in old Chevy’s</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Through Manhattan</p> <p class="MsoNormal">South central</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Texas& Virginia</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Clear across the sea</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Levis & black jackets are the way</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They will always be the way</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And are forever</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Three degrees hotter </p> <p class="MsoNormal">And 20 below zero cooler then any fashion clothing trend on this earth</p> <p class="MsoNormal">And are outta this world Jack& anyone who thinks differently</p> <p class="MsoNormal">They may get busted up</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Burned by a rebels torch that forever burns</p> <p class="MsoNormal">In Greaser solitude</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">copyright Library of Congress</p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-style: italic;">may not be used whole or part in any form without permission</span></p><p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal">(from The 2nd revised moon tide press book MICHAEL UBALDINI 'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS'-lyrics & poems</p>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-57290595242557507462011-06-07T23:28:00.000-07:002011-06-07T23:37:31.496-07:00THE FINAL CURTAIN<!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><br /></b></p><p class="MsoNormal"><iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/ZDbfA6O6RGE" allowfullscreen="" width="480" frameborder="0" height="390"></iframe><br /></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal">I climbed down in this hollow room looking for someplace to hide</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Still wanting to be seen</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Shelter dead as evening romance encrypted and engraved</p> <p class="MsoNormal">A neurotic dreamer’s scheme</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I can pick up all the broken pieces where you used to stand</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Getting whipped is entertainment </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m no slave driving man</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll just let you down easy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because there is no easy way to let you down</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Amongst your acquired cathedral of friends you were many things</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Queen of the contrived scene</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You called me your lover yes I obliged</p> <p class="MsoNormal">You saddled up the horse </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I ate from the cuisine</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll let you go first my darling I don’t mind being last</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’m walking through life’s Graveyard where you’re buried in the past</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll just let you down easy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Because there is no easy way to let you down</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Deceptive false illusions love supremacy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">Sweet intoxication Drunk with ecstasy</p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=""> </span>Socialite seduction came up dry </p> <p class="MsoNormal">Farwell goodbye</p> <p class="MsoNormal"> </p> <p class="MsoNormal">I tried to tell you lovers must be two before they’re one</p> <p class="MsoNormal">With you I feel I’m staring down the barrel of a gun</p> <p class="MsoNormal">I’ll just let you down easy</p> <p class="MsoNormal">It’s Time to bring the final curtain down</p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-weight: bold;">Copyright, library of Congress </span><br /></p><span style="font-style: italic;">Written by Michael Ubaldini </span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">may not be used in whole or part in any form without permission</span><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Taken From The album 'Portable record Player' on Blackwater Records & from The revised up </span>coming 2nd edition 'Moontide book Michael Ubaldini'Lost American Nights-Lyrics& Poems"Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-24627201460247048642011-05-11T21:16:00.000-07:002011-05-13T13:52:04.611-07:00Ubaldini'Outlaws of Folk Music ' Drawing packed crowd ,Great Artists, Oddballs & Fans all together as one At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE In Newport Beach Ca.!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNIH6YRegoI/TctgQgRpVAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FARdzbfE9So/s1600/2%2Bsingle%2Bcd%2Bcover%2Btalkin%2Bcopy.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 345px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mNIH6YRegoI/TctgQgRpVAI/AAAAAAAAAGU/FARdzbfE9So/s400/2%2Bsingle%2Bcd%2Bcover%2Btalkin%2Bcopy.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605679997850833922" border="0" /></a><br />Outlaws of Folk Music Hosted by yours truly MICHAEL UBALDINI is a great Night of Music . Not your typical showcase.. Its filled with misfits Songsters Poets , Artists Rockers , a sea of creativity , Everyone supports Each other , This month We had Fletcher Harrington &Mik Homer of The Black Sheep Outlaws perform along with me... the place was packed , its every first Thursday of each Month At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE NEWPORT BEACH CA.<br />No Cover and all ages , Great food great vibe .. like the Coffee Houses of yesteryear filled with creative force and outlaw rebellion... no Pompous vibe here...No one talks through the acts and the singers all hang out and sometimes participate in a final get together Hootenanny at the end of the night. the Artist Play 35 minute sets each and pass the Hat for tips. A great 'Up Close' show, and The only one of its kind.. Its always a packed house held the first Thursday of each month...<br /><br />we will see ya at the next one.. bring your friends to a songwritin' and performance Artist coffee concert series that is all about the music And the vibe of the Coffee house...<br />8 PM til 10 30 every first Thursday of each month..<br />If you wished you coulda' been in the Village in the early 60's to see young Bob Dylan Phil Ochs Biaz, Havens, Ramblin Jack, and Van Ronk.. Come and see the 21st century 'Modern Troubadours& songsters .. At The MICHAEL UBALDINI 'OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES' Every first Thursday At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE 31st Street in Newport Beach... You will love it. all about the fans & The Music...Come sing with us all!!Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-47634524526213736192011-04-08T00:39:00.000-07:002011-04-08T01:04:58.953-07:00OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES drawing Great Crowds- where music, songwriters& Artist, oddballs and fans join together as one!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlPSEBjYtZs/TZ7Bl4gqKnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tqTC7GzHh50/s1600/altacoffeeW.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MlPSEBjYtZs/TZ7Bl4gqKnI/AAAAAAAAAGM/tqTC7GzHh50/s400/altacoffeeW.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5593120643809421938" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Outlaws of Folk Music Hosted by yours truly MICHAEL UBALDINI is a great Night of Music . Not your typical showcase.. Its filled with misfits Songsters Poets , Artists Rockers , a sea of creativity , Everyone supports Each other , Tonight We had John Tolley & Casey And the tall Boys perform along with me... the place was packed , its every first Thursday of each Month At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE NEWPORT BEACH CA.<br />No Cover and all ages , Great food great vibe .. like the Coffee Houses of yesteryear filled with creative force and outlaw rebellion... no Pompous vibe here...No one talks through the acts and the singers all hang out and sometimes participate in a final get together Hootenanny at the end of the night. the Artist Play 35 minute sets each and pass the Hat for tips. A great 'Up Close' show, and The only one of its kind.. Its always a packed house held the first Thursday of each month...<br /><br />we will see ya at the next one.. bring your friends to a songwritin' and performance Artist coffee concert series that is all about the music And the vibe of the Coffee house...<br />8 PM til 10 30 every first Thursday of each month..<br />If you wished you coulda' been in the Village in the early 60's to see young Bob Dylan Phil Ochs Biaz, Havens, Ramblin Jack, and Van Ronk.. Come and see the 21st century 'Modern Troubadours& songsters .. At The MICHAEL UBALDINI 'OUTLAWS OF FOLK MUSIC SERIES' Every first Thursday At ALTA COFFEE HOUSE 31st Street in Newport Beach... You will love it. all about the fans & The Music...Come sing with us all!!Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-8422546178425057022011-01-19T23:32:00.000-08:002011-01-19T23:32:42.120-08:00MIchael Ubaldini & Lonesome Playboys-CNN Headline news TIME WARNER 2010<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/T2nityfNnxg?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-49030698495100985622011-01-19T23:31:00.000-08:002011-01-19T23:31:57.586-08:00Michael Ubaldini "Award Winning Singer / Songwriter" on What's Up Orange...<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/zPcQlACAxPA?fs=1" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-90192327795918533972011-01-01T22:31:00.000-08:002011-01-01T22:58:46.442-08:00DREAM SEQUENCE #7-Street singin’ Troubadour Blues- Way over’ yonder in ‘The End times’<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqub-GNOyT8/TSAiBQ_WFwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9wPWMXaLsqg/s1600/Picture%2B295.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqub-GNOyT8/TSAiBQ_WFwI/AAAAAAAAAFs/9wPWMXaLsqg/s400/Picture%2B295.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557479345311061762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> 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</xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--><b style=""><i style=""><span style="font-size:11pt;"></span></i></b><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ></span></i> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">From The soon to be published 2nd edition of The Book MICHAEL UBALDINI- 'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS"Lyrics & Poems'</span><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ><br /></span></i></p><p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I better capture the words right now</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Before enchantment disappears</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The eyes of honesty wept</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Invoking love with fear.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Taste the shadows and the pain deep</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >In this whiskey flask,</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Her arms hold me strong with truth,</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Or does the rabbit don the mask.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >We’re warm within a shack beyond the cold</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >A flickering shack</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >With eyes burn through like coal</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Four walls surround us</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Created by mind scheme –</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Our love explodes like stars</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >In the night ocean stream</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The lights burn the dark on all highways</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The rivers flow where</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Darkness makes love with the sun</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Though I’m alone </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Standing gazing toward the rivers cape</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Wondering if my openness will leave wound where</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >My hearts at stake.</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >My collars up</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I hang my head and stroll along</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I’m in search for salvation,</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >She’s my lover, and if childhood dreams aren’t but a whim,</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I jump in –</span></i></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><i style=""><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Head first and drown before I’d swim</span></i><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >.</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >written by MICHAEL UBALDINI copyright Library of Congress</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >all rights reserved including the right of reproduction in whole or part in any form</span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > First edition of The book 'Lost American Nights published by Moontide Press 2006<br /></span></p>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-65381593037861865952010-12-11T00:08:00.001-08:002010-12-11T00:18:25.437-08:00ST . CHRISTOPHER BLUES<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqub-GNOyT8/TQMyH7CNQvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sBLU_m0LEOk/s1600/Picture%2B378.jpg"><img style="float: right; margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Nqub-GNOyT8/TQMyH7CNQvI/AAAAAAAAAEg/sBLU_m0LEOk/s400/Picture%2B378.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5549334277538005746" border="0" /></a><br /><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:worddocument> <w:view>Normal</w:View> <w:zoom>0</w:Zoom> <w:punctuationkerning/> <w:validateagainstschemas/> <w:saveifxmlinvalid>false</w:SaveIfXMLInvalid> <w:ignoremixedcontent>false</w:IgnoreMixedContent> <w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext>false</w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText> <w:compatibility> <w:breakwrappedtables/> <w:snaptogridincell/> <w:wraptextwithpunct/> <w:useasianbreakrules/> <w:dontgrowautofit/> </w:Compatibility> <w:browserlevel>MicrosoftInternetExplorer4</w:BrowserLevel> </w:WordDocument> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"> </w:LatentStyles> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 10]> <style> /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; mso-para-margin:0in; mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:10.0pt; font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-ansi-language:#0400; mso-fareast-language:#0400; mso-bidi-language:#0400;} </style> <![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapedefaults ext="edit" spidmax="1026"> </xml><![endif]--><!--[if gte mso 9]><xml> <o:shapelayout ext="edit"> <o:idmap ext="edit" data="1"> </o:shapelayout></xml><![endif]--> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u><span style="font-size:11pt;">ST.CHISTOPHER BLUES<br /></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><b style=""><u><span style="font-size:11pt;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"> </span></span></u></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Visions of Saints rowing home in the sand</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The placid wind screen</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Six trumpets in the band</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Your skin so soft lift the petals of your silk</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >All over your lips the taste of malted milk</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The stars are burning bright</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The autumn leaves are brown</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The night forever hangs</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I’m listening for the sound</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Hustling with a woman in the alley on the ground</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Shuffling to the rhythm on the dirty side of town.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I live the free life the American way</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Smoke in bars on sacred holidays</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Get drunk on the weekend and leave my car and walk home</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Wander sleazy highways and I walk ‘em alone</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I hang out in diners in Motel 6 </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >A junkie for a bar whore make a quick fix</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >She smells like cigarettes and alcohol</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Crawl like a sapphire dog ‘til I’m ten feet tall.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Hanging out in the pool hall hustle a few drinks</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I’m high and I’m tired push indulgence to the brink</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I’m Marti Eden” a poet with the blues</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Getting off on desolation , religious solitude</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I see every sin clear on the internet line</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Someone knows your whole life</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Someone else knows mine</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I gotta dance honey to that September beat</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Sweet sensation nipping at the heels of my feet.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" > </span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >There’s a river on the highway</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >The cheats are rowing home</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >On the raft of false promise sittin’ on a throne</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I hear the magnolia bloom</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Violent winds attack</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Someone stole my sainthood</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >And now I want it back.</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >I know how he must’ve felt</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >St. Christopher</span></p> <p class="MsoNormal"><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Tarnished as a saint</span></p> <span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" >Left only with revenge.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">WRITTEN BY MICHAEL </span>UBALDINI</span><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ><br />COPYRIGHT 'LIBRARY OF CONGRESS</span><br /><span style=";font-family:";font-size:11pt;" ><span style="font-style: italic;">- FROM THE BOOK - Michael Ubaldini-'LOST AMERICAN NIGHTS-Lyrics& Poems - Moon tide press </span><br /><br /></span>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5356580747899903711.post-46594033181757258092010-12-07T00:52:00.000-08:002010-12-07T00:52:43.514-08:00All The Gardens Of Summer<iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TxHuS77a2AI?fs=1" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"></iframe>Michael Ubaldini Ramblingshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16630479118187153169noreply@blogger.com1