It was 66 years ago today. (a short post)

 

A long, long time ago
I can still remember how that music used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they'd be happy for a while

But February made me shiver
With every paper I'd deliver
Bad news on the doorstep
I couldn't take one more step

I can't remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.

(From "American Pie" by Don McLean.)

It's hard to believe that "The Music" died 66 years ago.  Much of Holley's music sounds as fresh today as when it was written - especially with modern arrangements.  Sadly, like musicians such as Glenn Miller, Otis Redding, Patsy Cline and Jim Croce, their careers were all cut short by airplane disasters.  Does this mean that I am afraid to fly?  No.  But I advocate for all musicians who want to be great to use surface travel whenever possible.

There are many great performers who have died way too soon.  Some by accidents, some by diseases, some by violent crimes, some by drug overdoses, and even (if it seems rare) of old age.  I can oly imagine the music that would have been made if Sam Cooke and John Lennon had not gotten shot.  I can only imagine what would have been created if Jim Morrison and Amy Winehouse had not abused drugs.  And, don't get me started thinking about all the artists we have lost in plane and car crashes.  When one lives his/her life in the public spotlight, one has a much higher chance of dying way too young.

Lately, the large conglomerates have been finding that it is cheaper to buy old media (old video and audio libraries) and repackage them for current consumption.  Today's musicians get almost nothing from recording contracts, as the payment per streamed song, movie, or TV show is so low.  TV Residuals are horrible for many. They get most of their money from performances and the sale of Merch. This is a shame, as new performers are having a much harder time breaking into the big leagues than they did when I was young.  In fact, my uncle (a 2-time award winner) could never have been a success today, as there are very few variety and comedy shows being made - everything seems to be a "reality" show these days.

 

So, if you like to see/hear certain performers, go out to see them and buy their Merch.  (Please note that I don't wear T-Shirts or buy that many CD's anymore.  But I will buy a book if one is displayed.  Blame that on being an old geezette who is trying to eliminate clutter from my apartment.)

I inherited a dust collector. (And wish I didn't.)

 

As many of you already know, I scheduled a trip to California this past April to see my uncle, but he passed away 10 days before my arrival.  This weekend, I visited my brother to say hello and came back with the above "dust collector".

But first....

We had been waiting several days for notice that RQS's prescription had made it to the drug store.  Given all of the hassles RQS had at the hospital shortly before Thanksgiving, it made sense for her to pick up the prescription during 2024.  This would allow her to avoid the headache of getting this expensive prescription renewed by a new doctor shortly into the new year, when she'd be under time pressure to both get the prescription renewed and to pick it up.  This notice came two days after Christmas, so we scheduled our visit to RQS's neighborhood over the weekend.

It was strange driving to RQS's place on a Saturday, when there were none of the usual traffic jams that are normally endured while heading towards her place.  If we had choices, we would not have been on the roads, as the fog was so thick that one could barely see well enough to drive.  Yet, we made it to RQS's place, and took care of multiple pharmacy visits.

Next, it was off to see my brother.  It was good to see him, although things are not going well between him and my sister in law.  I won't go into details here, but I will say that he has a strained relationship with his wife that he may be making worse.  As soon as we got there, it was off to a seafood joint that my brother picked out.  Both of us picked the twin lobster dish, while RQS had the lobster roll.  All of us were filled to the gills by the time we left.

When we got back to my brother's house, I gave him a gag gift for Christmas.  This gift was a novelty takeoff on a "Magic 8 Ball", where one could get an answer of "Yes", "No", or "Maybe" by reading the message at the bottom of the ball.  My gift was a "Magic 6 Ball" that I found on Woot.com.  Unlike the 8-Ball, the 6-Ball produces only useless answers.  It'll make for a curious paperweight.  He asked me to hold on for a minute while he went inside the house to pick up something for me.  He returned with a statue that my uncle won for his work in TV.  Now, I have a dust collector that I can not sell, nor wish to give away.  However, I would have rather had the chance to meet him one last time, and to know him better....