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Playlist Update: Tissue Time

by Henry Rosenbush on Sep.02, 2010, under Obsessive Collector

Some days it pays to let the emotions out and cry like a baby and what better way than through music? Today's update: Glenn Miller (Moonlight Serenade; Chesterfield Radio Show 11-27-40), Count Basie (April in Paris), The Crykle (Red Rubber Ball), The Beach Boys (Wild Honey), Every Mother's Son (Come on Down to My Boat Baby) and The Rolling Stones (Sympathy for the Devil). The Playlist Player is available down the right sidebar below the menu and is updated often.

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Groovy: Redux

by Henry Rosenbush on Sep.02, 2010, under eXisTenTiaLNihLisT

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Groovy

Feelin’ Groovy

Groovy, man

In the groove

I’m feelin’ groovy, man

In the 1850s it meant “highly stimulating” with merely groove + y, but by 1937 expanded to include marvelous, then wonderful, and through the hipness of the sixties, when groovin’ to music, free love, pharmaceuticals and Flower Power paved the golden brick roads with immense pleasing, finally found a home from Haight Ashbury to The Bronx. Those golden bricks were solid pounds of grass, often from Acapulco de Juárez but that is another story.

Long playing vinyl albums had grooves; the needle touched down and produced nearly 80 years of pleasure until in 1981 records finally went the way of the extinction express, although in recent years they have re-emerged, unfortunately all digitally enhanced, destroying the analog memories of truely groovy.

Viet Nam was a bummer.

Nothing groovy about WAR. The lost souls from America, and other countries, and the Southeast Asians who were left to unprotected face the Communist Khmer Rouge’s genocide solution and never allowed to enjoy the grooving experience, sadly.

Woodstock was a stoned groove.

Now that Stella has gotten her groove back we’ve returned from whence we came.

Only took 150 years.

Groovy, lady

reposted from July 31, 2008 when no one was around; additional thoughts added but the original post remains for purists.

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Hypnagogique: fragrance of memories unseen

by Henry Rosenbush on Aug.31, 2010, under Laughing Ricochet

Wily Willie Shakespeare entertained Jon Salk, Edgar Allan, Freddy Nietzsche and Al Einstein at Sardis, in a private banquet room, and they all got imperially wasted on bee’s honey concoctions with Heroin, Scopolamine, hashish and brandy. Salōmē happened out of nowhere; she must have been in the neighborhood and dropped in to fan dance Salk into a Polio seizure; at least until Herodias crashed the party.

A quick combination of Chloroform and antiseptic wipes calmed H and Nietz called in a favor from the Goddesses of Happenstance and teleported Lucrezia Borgia into the room and all was well again in the hypnagogique…

…or at least the manner in which it was dreamed all seemed agreeably perverse in free verse reversed.

Memories unseen
Remedies between
Lightning ravine
Unclothed unclean

In memory of ideas lost and found
Too often unsound

Diminished to Hell
Ne’er do well finished

Dinner bell rings
Ladybug sings

Deeds of god
detonate
the mod

Mini-skirt
Never hurt

Mesh hose
Thorny rose

Fragrance of elegant dancer
Sweetly infused maladroit romancer

Coffer or tea?
None for me

Answers unquestioned and the less traveled roads are one-way and dead-ended M.C. Escher woodcutted puzzle boxes.

by henry b. rosenbush

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Café Update

by Henry Rosenbush on Aug.31, 2010, under Café

As with any technology all things bright and shiny, and expensive, finally breakdown and that is the case with my computer. I am using a borrowed laptop to script my final August post and will find out later today if the other can be repaired or become an expensive paper weight. If it cannot be repaired, or is too expensive, this will be my last Café update until…

Since I have been weening myself off my ether addictions maybe the Goddesses of the Creative Muse are assuring that I keep that personal promise. Can there be peace of mind without a computer to write, update, keep in touch with ether friends, read and write emails? Imagine emailing on a tiny cell phone, especially one that rarely works? Fortunately, I still have manual typewriters and plenty of notebooks so I could be writing for myself alone until the technical issue is resolved.

Later, the same day…Gotterdam; I have to keep this computer until at least the weekend when I upgrade my ether strength here at my business. The back up-borrowed computer was without Microsoft Office and Word but fortunately I have a disc; all my business, creative writing and notes are on Word.

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Weekend Playlist Updates: Dragons, Reapers, Psychedelia

by Henry Rosenbush on Aug.27, 2010, under Obsessive Collector

Weekend additions include: Todd Rundgren’s delightful - and long - “Singring and the Glass Guitar,” which is both a musical adventure and soulful fairy tale that evokes pleasant memories of my uni days, and his “Couldn’t I Just Tell You” from the 1973 LP “Todd;” Blue Oyster Cult, “Don’t Fear the Reaper,” a song that one can never tire of unless they are reaper-phobic; Albinino’s “Adagio,” just to keep my classical roots well watered; Infected Mushroom’s “Albibeno,” which reminds of Utlimate Spinach in its psychedelic weirdness; Traffic, with “I Can’t Find My Way Home,” in case anyone gets lost on their journey to enlightenment, or to the mall bookstore; and Buddah Bar III mideastern esthetics with Tamally Maak and Amr Diab.

Enjoy your weekend and promote musical sanity whenever you can.

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