Dog & Butterfly

dnbOne of my all-time favorite songs came out of the mid 70’s. A tune by Heart called Dog & Butterfly. I’m amazed that it is not as popular as some of their other songs. But at the same time, I’m really not. It’s not as much a rocker as say, Barracuda or Magic Man.

This song is special, however, because it is deep and poetic and whimsical not only in its lyrical content but also in the feel of the music itself. When you listen to it, it feels like you’re in a garden of flowers and fountains and sunshine.

Dog & Butterfly is one of the few songs you hear today that doesn’t sound dated. Especially, if you’re hearing it for the first time ever. Ann’s voice is so mesmerizing. And Nancy singing in the background sounds like a butterfly trailing all around. Just like the album artwork.

This type of approach to music was lost in the 80’s but was kind of revived in the 90’s. It is simple, basic and poignant. A beautiful and timeless classic, I think.

Thank you

thank you

Thank you for my yummy dinner tonight
I really like the kind Josh’s mom gets
Thank you for this nice big house, as well
It’s more comfy than the cold floor I’m used to
Although I miss hanging out with my old mates
I think of them every now and then
And I pray that they would find a home as well
Or that a home would find them soon

Thank you for that comfy little doggie house
even when I sleep on Josh’s bed lots of times
Thank you that he doesn’t get mad when I do it
I just really want to be close to him
Besides I like to watch over him while he sleeps
Because he watches over me during the day
And he forgives me when I poop on the carpet
Even when his mom doesn’t

Thank you that I am a dog
I don’t have to work and pay the bills
All I do is run around, eat, sleep and poop
And I still get treats and lots of love
Thank you that I can’t possibly hold grudges
They look too heavy for me to carry anyway
Thank you that a sad face is all I have to show
And everything will be alright

Amen

Oh, and P.S.
I pray that Josh here will be done soon
’cause I really really need to go now

Amen again

Dedicated to Miss Molly

Miss Interpreted 2008

Selma wrote a post about kindness a few days ago that made me reflect further on the subject. It is a good topic, after all. Could even be taboo, at times.

Oh, how we wish for kindness to shroud the world we live in, every single day of our lives. How nice it would be if everyone offered grace, compassion and sacrifice to each other. Even better, if we ourselves could individually manage to strip our thoughts off of doubt and suspicion, just so we’re free to offer these priceless gifts whenever a predicament calls for them.

But alas, there exist factors that make kindness a difficult stunt to pull in many a circumstance. Difficult, at least, in a sincere or blindly courageous fashion. Kindness, also, is like a familiar acquaintance. You know it, but really, you don’t. Not as much as you want to admit, anyway. And ironically, it would serve you well to be wise in your encounter with it, lest trouble comes your way.

kindnessIn this day and age, showing kindness may truly seem like an act of sacrifice. Like we’re about to lose something by committing it. Or pay for its consequences. How unfortunate this is. Yet, how many times have we read in the newspaper about a good samaritan who tried to offer help in an emergency situation only to be caught in a web of misunderstanding and sued for getting involved, to begin with? What are the chances of regret here, you think? Or say, how many times have we hesitated on an opportunity to assist in a crisis or some volatile situation, for fear of our own safety? Or, do you remember years ago, when someone sued McDonald’s for allegedly getting burned after sipping hot coffee? It’s easy to take advantage of each other. Easier than showing kindness, that’s for sure.

A couple of days ago, I wrote in a jokingly manner about the priest who had planned on staging an online beauty pageant for nuns; for those interested in vying for the title, Miss Sister 2008. Well, a news update from yesterday saw an abrupt change in plans. Rev. Rungi was met with opposition from his superiors and have now decided to suspend the event, for being misinterpreted. I could go on and joke further about how I knew it was too crazy of an idea to even consider, from the get-go. But the fact is, I totally understood the priest’s sincere intention to show kindness to the community of nuns, by doing something that may encourage them and help them build a new-found esteem for their chosen vocation. However, in a world where fear and legalism pervades a global culture, this “act of kindness” was already bound to be riddled with critical bullets, from the beginning.

Sadly, there is hardly anything we can do in this world that will not, in one way or another, meet with some form of denunciation and disapproval; even if our intention is rooted in kindness. If Jesus was killed for having kind motives, what’s our excuse, really? Human beings are judgmental in nature. We are enslaved, in one form or another, by this appalling trait. I believe, it is our moral duty to be aware of this ingrained attribute of ours and unshackle ourselves, and each other, from such evil chains that keep us from being truly free.

Now, what I have learned is that it would obviously do us good, to both be wise in all circumstances, as well as be kind in all circumstances. However, my question remains. Should being wise come before being kind? Or the other way around? For one must trigger the other.

One two three fohhh…

heyhoBack in 1989, I had the pleasure of seeing The Ramones at the John Anson Ford Ampitheater. Johnny, Joey, Dee Dee and Marky, in all their glorious punkness, proved that no props can rock the audience as hard as sheer energy could. The only other band I can remember that delivered the same amount of brute force on stage was Motorhead. And I have seen a lot, in my day.

Anyway, it was worth the price of admission just to see the denim-clad foursome in their trademark stance – legs spread out, guitars hung so low they almost touched the floor, and Dee Dee counting off the beat at the start of every song. And standing front and center, I could feel my hair being blown back by the roaring Marshalls like an airplane turbine would.

From what I can remember, they must’ve played at least 30 songs as each one seemed to have only lasted a mere 60 seconds. Probably because they played their songs twice as fast as the recorded versions. I still have their first four albums to this day, in fact. I think they’re timeless. And if Lemmy thinks The Ramones are the only true rock and roll band, besides Motorhead, and even writes a song about them… you just gotta take notice.

The Rock

Here in the shore stands a lonely rock
A companion of the lonely sea
I come here often waiting for you
Wishing for you
It’s just a matter of time, I thought

Then one day, there you are
The ocean waves trumpet your arrival

Though you seem adrift, like a dying fish
Drowning in your own world perhaps
I long to touch your golden hair and smile at you
And lift you up out of your deep waters

Yet you could not see me
Or would not see me, rather
Even as I wave my hand in the air

Your eyes wander far beyond your own reach
Too far to see the possibilities
Too far to see a dream come true

I vividly remember this moment
It’s happened many times before

Once again, I splash my tail in despair
I swim away in anguish, back to my kingdom

For just like your father before you
Your grandfather and his
And the ones before them, still
You stand on this rock

Unaware of my beauty
Unmindful of my existence
Unbelieving of any hope

©2008 Chris Alma Jose | Image from PBase

Who ya callin’ dude, dude?

I hate to say it, but I dreaded a lot of music from the 80’s due to its excessive and outlandish nature. But that’s just me. Though every once in a while came a splash of relief in the form of either pure musical genius or novelty entertainment. And other times, luck striked and you got both. At one point for me, it was the band Scatterbrain.

sctrbrnDuring the peak of metal’s reign, at the time when groups were either outdoing each other’s hairdo or were trying to play faster than they did yesterday, Scatterbrain infused a sense of humor into their act. Fusing technical proficiency with comical elements, they provided serious chops without the need to take it all too seriously. You were definitely entertained. I know, I was.

When I first heard the song Don’t Call Me Dude on the radio, it definitely got my attention. But I was even more delighted to see the song enhanced further by its music video.

By the way, I know, but I’m easily amused. Pardon me.

Fat Fee Diet

Uhmm, ‘scuse me… that’ll be $25 please… for being (ahem!) overweight, this month.

fatandhappyAnother news of the weird today, people! The State of Alabama is now penalizing employees found guilty of committing the hideous crime of obesity. But then again, this could be a good thing, y’know? Some of us do need a little kick in the flabby side, for our own sake. So yeah, why not? Besides, a little change in diet never hurt anyone. So, I’m all for it! Let’s do it! Go Alabama go!

However, does that mean I should cut back further on my already “reasonably modest” Klondike Bar consumption?

HELL, NO!!!

Sister Christian… oh, your time has come

scYes, it’s in the news today. A beauty pageant for nuns! An online event organized in Rome by… a priest, no less! I wonder if the Pope is progressive enough to give this peculiar idea a real go.

But hold your horses. Some things were made clear…

We are not going to parade nuns in bathing suits. But being ugly is not a requirement for becoming a nun. External beauty is gift from God, and we mustn’t hide it.

My oh my, how times have changed! So, who would you vote for Miss Sister 2008?

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Updated: This event was canceled as of August 26.

On a sad note

sadgtrI was doing some warm-up on my guitar yesterday, as I do more often nowadays (Yay!) – when I happened to strum a D minor chord. For some reason, it hit me. I suddenly had this feeling. I was somewhat melancholic. Blue. Bleak. Down. Somber. I started sobbing!!!

Ummm, no not really…

But wow, it finally dawned on me that D minor is, indeed, the saddest of all keys. No wonder I love it! However, I only felt the sadness when I played it in a down-stroke. And this may only apply on guitar as I have tried it on the piano, as well – it’s no different than playing an F minor, really. Could it be the sequential order of every note played on the guitar, perhaps? That, along with the vibrations of the plucked strings? Maybe. Or, could it be the reason why George Harrison’s guitar gently weeps? Probably not. Besides, that song was played in A minor.

I also discovered that D minor doesn’t sound as sad hearing others play it as much as when you embrace the guitar and strum the chord yourself. Oh, what a thorn in a musician’s flesh. As if you’re sad to see someone cry, but not nearly as sad as when you’re the one crying.

Oddly enough, one of the saddest songs I’ve ever heard in modern music is a song called She’s Gone… by Black Sabbath, nonetheless. This could have very well been performed by Pavaroti, if you could only manage to take Ozzy out of your thoughts. Because of the classical influence in the music, it feels like a requiem or something from Mozart. Beautiful, though.