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A place to share some words of beauty, inspiration, and fun. This week we feature some songs featuring strong women. The artists are John Prine, Iris Dement, Peggy Lee, and Gloria Gayner. Click on the name of the piece to get a video or more information. You have some favorite lyrics? Please share…

He’s got more balls than a big brass monkey
He’s a wacked out weirdo and a love bug junkie
Sly as a fox and crazy as a loon
Payday comes and he’s howlin’ at the moon
He’s my baby
I don’t mean maybe
Never gonna let him go

 – In Spite of Ourselves Singers John Prine and Iris Dement, Writer John Prine

I can rub and scrub til this old house is shinin’ like a dime
Feed the baby, grease the car, and powder my face at the same time
Get all dressed up, go out and swing ’til four A.M. and then
Lay down at five, jump up at six, and start all over again
‘Cause I’m a woman! W-O-M-A-N, I’ll say it again

I’m a Woman Singer Peggy Lee, Writers Jerry Leiber and Mike Stoller

Go on now, go. Walk out the door.
Just turn around now ’cause you’re not welcome anymore.
Weren’t you the one who tried to break me with goodbye?
Did you think I’d crumble? Did you think I’d lay down and die?
Oh, no, not I! I will survive.
Oh, as long as I know how to love I know I’ll stay alive.
I’ve got all my life to live. I’ve got all my love to give.
And I’ll survive, I will survive.

I Will Survive Singer Gloria Gayner, Writers Dino Fekaris and Frederick J. Perren


I don’t watch a lot of TV, but I watch enough of it to make some critical judgements about what the masters of the medium are trying to sell me. When it comes to the commercials, we’re all seeing the same things, and you may have your own ideas.

Here’s a small sample of some of commercials I like and some that I hate., Grade: F

Here we have a manly character walking down the street, playing it straight, talking about why you should buy his shirts.

“My problem, like a lot of other men, I couldn’t find a shirt that looked good untucked. So this became my passion. To design a shirt that captures the perfect balance between light and fit…”

I’m glad he is doing well in the untucked shirt business, but his passion is to design a shirt that looks good when you don’t tuck it in. Really? He gets the award for aiming low. And his shirt? It looks like a shirt. I don’t know how long it took him to design a shirt that looks like a shirt, but I think his pitch falls short.

Untuck gets an F.

Mybetriq, Grade: A-

On the other hand, I find myself charmed by the little blue-eyed pink bladder that goes around with his mom, holding her hand, and giving her a tug whenever it’s time to go to the bathroom. If some genetic genius could clone little bladders like that to sell as household pets, I would buy one.

The point of the ad is to sell Mybetriq, a prescription medicine to treat overactive bladder. The symptoms of OAB are urgency, frequency, and leakage. Side effects are increased blood pressure, urinary tract infection, common cold symptoms, and headaches.

What I like best about the commercial is that after the woman goes to the doctor and starts using Mybetriq, she still hangs out with her cute little bladder. The bladder is a winner. I give it an A-minus – a minus only because of the nasty possible side effects.

Virbezi, Grade: F

Speaking of characters who represent bathroom diseases, one of my least favorites is Ilana Becker – a talented actress, who unfortunately plays an irritable bowel. She is very good at being an irritating bowel, which is what she was hired to do. But by the second time you see the commercial, you want to go the bathroom yourself, at least until it is over.

Fortunately, the poor Irritable Bowel Syndrome victim learns about Viberzi, a prescription medicine that will cure her problem.

Unfortunately, even after she has been treated and cured, she still has to hang out with the Irritable Bowel Syndrome character. Other side effects include new or worsening abominable pain with or without nausea and vomiting.

The Virbezi commercial also gets an F.

Mucinex, Grade: C-

An even more disgusting character is the short, fat, and annoying green glob of mucus that hangs around whenever somebody has sinus congestion. He’s a friendly enough little guy, but obviously not attractive. No matter how well he dresses or how friendly he tries to be, it’s hard for a ball of mucus to have friends. Nobody wants to be around him.

What happens in the commercial is that his sinus-suffering friend takes some Mucinex, and her symptoms are relieved and he is cast aside once again. Honestly, I feel for the little guy. All he wants to do is hang around and be friends.

He may be a disgusting little creature, but unlike the irritating bowel lady I do feel some empathy for him. Poor little booger. The Mucinex commercial gets a C-minus. He may not deserve a passing grade, but I would hate to hold him back for another year.

2017 Honda Hydrogen Fuel Cell, Grade F-

The creepiest ad of the year has to be the decapitated heads of children singing “Don’t Stop Thinking about Tomorrow,” while a narrator touts the glories of the new Honda hydrogen-powered automobile. The children’s heads are supposed to symbolize hydrogen molecules, but every time I see it, it reminds me of an old movie – the 1962 black-and-white horror film, “The Brain That Wouldn’t Die.”

In this movie, a mad scientist and his beautiful fiancé are in a car crash in which her head is severed from her body. The grief-stricken scientist rushes her to his lab, where he keeps her head alive in a jar while he stalks strip clubs looking for a new sexy body to attach to her head. Yuck!

The Honda ad is even worse, because the severed heads belong to innocent little children. And nobody seems to be particularly troubled by it. All they want to do is sell their stupid car.

I give this ad an F-minus, if there is such a grade. Each time I see it, it just gets creepier and creepier.

Of course, there are many more commercials on TV. I’ve barely scratched the surface.

But it’s getting late and I’m tired. And frankly, it’s time to turn on the tube.

— George Lee Cunningham

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A place to share some words of beauty, inspiration, and fun. This week we feature some songs about love on the rocks. The artists are Bob Seger, Stevie Nicks, and Bob Dylan and each of them wrote the featured song and each of the song has a different feel. The Dylan video is from a live performance by an older Dylan backed up by Eric Clapton, with a different take on the same material. Click on the name of the piece to get a video or more information. You have some favorite lyrics? Please share…

It’s been coming on so long
You were just the last to know
It’s been a long time since you’ve smiled
Seems like oh so long ago
Now the stage has all been set
And the nights are growing cold
Soon the winter will be here
And there’s no one warm to hold
Now the lines have all been read
And you knew them all by heart
Now you move toward the door
Here it comes the hardest part

Famous Final Scene Singer and writer Bob Seger

I took my love, took it down
I climbed a mountain and I turned around
And I saw my reflection in the snow-covered hills
‘Til the landslide brought me down
Oh, mirror in the sky, what is love?
Can the child within my heart rise above?
Can I sail through the changing ocean tides?
Can I handle the seasons of my life?

Landslide Singer and writer Stevie Nicks

I’m walkin’ down that long, lonesome road, babe
Where I’m bound, I can’t tell
But goodbye’s too good a word, gal
So I’ll just say fare thee well
I ain’t sayin’ you treated me unkind
You could have done better but I don’t mind
You just kinda wasted my precious time
But don’t think twice, it’s all right

Don’t Think Twice, It’s Alright Singer: Bob Dylan accompanied by Eric Clapton, Writer: Bob Dylan


I grew up in a low-light community. It wasn’t designed to be a low-light community and it wasn’t called a low-light community – it just was one. There was one street light on one corner of each block in my neighborhood of dirt roads and run-down houses. It was unfortunately, the longest block in the world.

I knew this because I would come home on the streetcar when I was 7- or 8-years-old after going to the movies downtown and have to walk that one dark block to get home. It was a long time ago, when nobody was undone by a boy that age being out after dark by himself. I was basically a free-range kid, back before “free-range” became a term or a controversy.

It wasn’t as though I was coming home late in the night, but in the winter, it got dark early. My problem was that I loved the horror shows – Frankenstein, Dracula, the Invisible Man, and the ever-popular Werewolf franchise. I couldn’t get my fill.

But of all the scary movie characters, the scariest of all for me was the Mummy. The Mummy was not fast, in fact he was really slow. You could easily outrun the Mummy. But he never stopped. You could run like Hell, but you couldn’t slow down. You take a nap, you wake up, and here comes the Mummy. You run into the store for a Moon Pie and a Nehi grape soda, you barely take a bite and here comes the damn Mummy. The Mummy wasn’t fast, but he was relentless.

My mom knew how the horror movies scared me, but she also knew how much I loved them, and she gave me the standard mom advice. “Remember, it’s just a movie.”

I tried to remember that. I would get off the streetcar, look down that long, dark unpaved street, take a deep breath and tell myself: “It’s just a movie.” There are no such things as vampires or werewolves or mummies.

Then I would start walking, over the creek where the alligator lived and into the darkness. At the beginning, I would be OK, but as I neared the middle point between lights, and the night got darker and more foreboding, my imagination would suddenly kick in, slap the bejesus out of my courage, and I would start running for home.

I would always arrive flush and out-of-breath. My mom would pretend she didn’t notice, and she’d ask how was the movie, and I would tell her it was good, Mom, really good.

That was obviously a long time ago. Now I live once again in a low-light community, and I like it. You tend to forget after years in the city what the stars look like on a clear night. Country folks take the darkness for granted. If you have lived for years in the city, you rediscover it, and there is a comfort in dark streets and the feel of the night.

It’s not just the darkness. There is the twilight that precedes it and the dawn that ends it. I love the neon and glitter of the city. But the nightly shift from sunshine to twilight to darkness is a joy to rediscover. And this time around, I’m not even afraid.

Mom was right. Who’s surprised?

— George Lee Cunningham

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A place to share some words of beauty, inspiration, and fun. This week we feature some songs associated with the Hotel Chelsea in New York City – a hostelry famous for the artists and cultural icons that resided there.

Famous guests included such luminaries as Mark Twain, Tennessee Williams, and Arthur Miller.  Dylan Thomas died of pneumonia in 1953 while residing there. Arthur C. Clarke wrote “2001 a Space Odyssey” and Jack Kerouac wrote “On the Road” at the Chelsea. In 1978, Nancy Spungen, a 20-year-old schizophrenic drug addict and former prostitute, was found dead in the hotel room she shared at the hotel with Sid Vicious of the Sex Pistols. He was later arrested, but died of a drug overdose while out on bail.

Leonard Cohen wrote about his brief affair at the Chelsea with Janice Joplin, who had a room down the hall. Bob Dylan wrote “San Eyed Lady of the Lowlands,” and Joni Mitchel wrote “Chelsea Morning” at the hotel. Click on the name of the piece to get a video or more information. You have some favorite lyrics? Please share…

I remember you well in the Chelsea Hotel,
You were talking so brave and so sweet,
Giving me head on the unmade bed,
While the limousines wait in the street.

Chelsea Hotel #2 (short version) Singer and Writer:Leonard Cohen

Chelsea Hotel #1 (long version) Singer and Writer:Leonard Cohen

Sad-eyed lady of the lowlands,
Where the sad-eyed prophet says that no man comes,
My warehouse eyes, my Arabian drums,
Should I leave them by your gate,
Or, sad-eyed lady, should I wait?

Sad-eyed Lady of the Lowlands Singer: Joan Baez, Writer Bob Dylan

Woke up, it was a Chelsea morning, and the first thing that I saw
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
Blue, red, green and gold to welcome you, crimson crystal beads to beckon
Oh, won’t you stay, We’ll put on the day
Was the sun through yellow curtains, and a rainbow on the wall
Oh won’t you stay, we-ll put on the day, There’s a sun show every second.

Chelsea Morning Singer and Writer, Joni Mitchell