Now, I"m listening to SotWS with earbuds. I see what luna meant about "Lazy Afternoon." It's a pleasant mix. The bass line is really nice. As for the words, I have no clue what he's saying at one point, "We were mortal you and I, we were [something in that beautiful British accent]." I just don't know on which thread she posted it. Even the bluegrass sounds nice. The chica does sound a lot louder now, though.

luna said, " I am hard pressed to think of a good female singer…. Billie Holiday! Olivia Newton John."

Didn't you like my singing? You were there when the guy complimented my rendition of "The Magic Flute," when I had the guitar pick on my nose. That really wasn't fair. I was able to sing coloratura after blood-curdling my voice to the point of almost passing out - and Justin got laryngitis.

I don't mind listening 'til I"m blue in the face, but the resolution of the available technology combined with the perspicuity of my old and abused senses leave it in a haze. Maybe it is only for the initiated. Here we go again. I'm gonna need a graphic equalizer or other filter to figure this one out.

Ooh. I missed the math question. Here we try again.

At 100% volume and a 2-second loop, I concluded it is, "We were going down." That's what was posted on TER, but it sounded so much like a "d" instead of a "g" until I pounded it into my brain. What's smily about being mortal and going down? If those are the words, the "but" seems non-sequitur; i.e., others cry over unfilled dreams, but we died. Huh?

OK. Enough turning Justin's pretty music to Waffle House hash browns for the night. "I've moved on to, "I want you. Still want you," to which I add my chorus:

Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!

Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!

Ngh! Ngh! Ngh! Ngh!

I'm blowing my mind out this morning (on deadline) rocking and belting it out with "Questions 67 and 68." Let everybody else think what they may. Please YouTube it, as the iframe I tried to paste here was disallowed.

Hey. I can work and rock at the same time. I just wrote down the boss' birthdate as 2013. Now, I must unplug to locate the White Out. Oh, I do hope somebody walks in and hears my most splended Peter Cetera impersonations.

Ooh. I Googled the lyrics, and they're making me cry:

http://www.metrolyrics.com/nev.....icago.html

One for Luna...enjoy a new discovery for me today--I didn't know all that about Mr Ford--(Mom did tell me that he was opera trained to be a singer) --- what you can learn on youtube these days

Uploaded on Nov 22, 2010

Ford's experiences as a navigator and bombardier in World War II led to his involvement with the Confederate Air Force (now the Commemorative Air Force), a war plane preservation group in Texas. He was a featured announcer and celebrity guest at the annual CAF Airshow in Harlingen, Texas, from 1976 to 1988. He donated a once-top-secret Norden Bombsight to the CAF's B-29 bomber restoration project. In the late 1970s, as a CAF colonel, Ford recorded the organization's theme song "Ballad of the Ghost Squadron."

Lyrics

There's a ghostly squadron standing down beside the Rio Grande.
A mythical Commander beckons with a ghostly hand.
Like the old and fabled Phoenix, they'll rise to fly again,
to perpetuate the spirit of the peace they helped to win.

Ghost Squadron.
Ghost Squadron.
Gallant planes and valiant men,
Gallant planes and valiant men.

Some rose to fight at Schweinfurt, Pearl Harbor, and Cologne.
They filled the skies of Britain, Ploesti and Bastogne.
They bore intrepid airmen
Across embattled skies.
The legend of their conquest
Enshrined in history lies.

Ghost Squadron,
Ghost Squadron,
Gallant planes and valiant men,
Gallant planes and valiant men.

Thanks for enjoying it, luna. After my last post, the day turned into a mad flurry of errands. Thanks for posting the embedded video. I love that song.

We called them Neenee monkeys, and I finally found some without the monkey business to keep my feet warm in this ridiculous weather.

Time to fire up the Chicago again. I think it will go well with back taxes, don't you?

I found Justin's pounds if he wants them back. I was wondering whence they came.

Not to dis the TEF stuff, he's not my genre. I do, however, have friends who were both outstanding musicians. They named their son Tennessee and moved to Nashville. That's as close as I get.

I'll try to embed the third Chicago video, because of the quote misattributed to Einstein. (Maybe if I keep misattributing it to Einstein, . . . ) Anyway, is it just my imagination, or is Peter Cetera masterfully managing the bad echo? Every time the reverb starts to set up, he sings off it gracefully. Wow! What talent.

Otay. I can't upload it, but you can Google this blurb to find it:

Uploaded on Jul 9, 2007 Video from the concert at Essen, Germany (1977). "Call On Me" can be found on "Chicago VII" album.

And I'm not blind to how Peter Cetera fixed his hair like Justin. Is that why I like Chicago?

Mixing threads, those lyrics are astronomical. The verse addresses a question I often pondered in the past. Sometimes things are so good you wish they could last forever, but they can't because to be frozen in time is to eliminate all vibration, which means there would be neither sound nor color and possibly no feelings as well. So, even though as a youth I wanted to keep the great feeling of a Moody Blues concert forever and never go home, the wish was folly.

Now, time has no spatial existence. It is only measured in terms of relationships between physical objects. The notion of something with no material racing or standing still makes no sense. Velocity is displacement divided by time, and displacement is a measure of relative positions of matter. The plot thickens as we race through the universe as time stands still. The proof is left to the reader. [Hint: Your denominator is zero.]

The most important thing is going to the sun. For me personally, that is an image of a meaningful dream. I don't care about Icarus or solar probes. All I remember is the horror I felt in the dream and the assurance when "The View from the Hill" came out and put the fears at rest. Such is the lyrical genius, and the genuinely good heart, of our beloved hero, even though we aren't supposed to have heroes. "Strange Times" revisited the scene, much to my emotional comfort.

Returning to that Waffle House thread where we scatter, smother, cover, chunk, scatter, and dice lyrics, I would remind you that Justin is just a singer in a rock and roll band, but he is also just a songwriter. He is one without the other, and the other without the one. I leave it as another exercise for the reader to don the guru hat and string a lot of prepositions together as if explaining the mystery; viz., He is by and through and because, and that is why he is in and for all things.

I'm still on a Chicago binge, enjoying happy music, reliving groovy times - Detroit in the 1970s, when afros, number shirts, and striped sweat socks were the rage.