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  • mistermuse 1:33 am on January 1, 2019 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , Happy New Year, , , , old time camp meeting,   


    It has been some time since I devoted a post to one of my passions, namely CLASSIC JAZZ, so what say we ramble on down to the old camp meeting and get some jazz religion? If you’re not a classic jazz lover, perhaps it’s because you’ve never been exposed or open to the sound of America’s own indigenous music, with its roots in late 19th century ragtime, gospel and blues, among other influences. So I’m making it my mission (and New Year’s resolution) to deliver you from that sin of omission in your musical faith upbringing.

    One of the greatest pioneering jazzmen was New Orleans-born Joseph “King” Oliver, mentor of Louis Armstrong, who made a number of historic jazz records beginning in 1923, including CAMP MEETING BLUES. Here is the beginning of that primitive recording, which transitions beautifully (after 37 seconds) into the PERUNA JAZZMEN’s 1988 faithful-to-the-original rendering:

    Next, we turn to an even more recent rendering of an even older Camp Meeting song:


    Our last Camp Meeting is a Swing era classic from another king, the King of Swing, Benny Goodman:

    Now that you have seen the light, go and sin no more.


    Oh….and Happy New Year!


  • mistermuse 1:01 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Donald O'Connor, Easy come easy go, , Fit as a fiddle, , Happy New Year, , If it looks like a duck, , , , , , , , Tweety Bird,   


    I’m a big fan of old sayings, but even I concede that some sayings could no more pass the proverbial smell test than a rodent could pass a spell(ing) test. They may seem innoscent enough, but smellegant isn’t the same as elegant, and you must admit that a proverb like A turd in the hand is worth two in the tush is less than elegant. Really, close encounters of the turd kind could leave you holding your nose….if not checking your rear-view mirror.

    That said, are such askew old sayings any less farcical than the twisted tweets America’s Tweeter-in-Chief oft twitters? “Fake news!”…”fake news!”…”fake news!” And if ANYONE can smell (like) a rat when it comes to fake news, it is obviously President Tweety Turd.

    Leaving the President’s behind for a moment, here are some classic old sayings. Can you make out the fakeout — aka smell the rat — in these venerable gems?

    If it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck, and mocks like a mocking bird, duck — it’s The Donald.

    A watched pot never boils….but it may get a bit peeved.

    A rolling stone gathers no animosity.

    A fool and his honey are soon parted.

    Faint heart ne’er won bare lady.

    Oil and water don’t mix — got that, Slick?

    You can’t get blood out of a turnip, but you can get honey out of two-lips.

    Monkey pee pee, monkey do do (easy come, easy go).

    Dead men tell no tales, but some may leave a will which does.

    Friends and would-be heirs, some of the above were almost enough to make me gag, but I can assure your butt that not every old phrase strays in dubious ways. For example:

    ….and this:

    ….and this:

    Oh….and I almost forgot this old saying: HAPPY NEW YEAR!




    • Garfield Hug 6:30 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Happy New Year Mistermuse! Love your “old” sayings🤗

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      • mistermuse 9:27 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        Thank you. Here’s an “old” saying that’s so bad, it goes without saying: A GARFIELD HUG AROUND THE TUSH IS WORTH TWO IN THE BUSH. Sorry about that — especially if you mind Garfield hugging you around the tush. 🙂


    • Carmen 7:41 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      As hubby’s grandmother used to say (referring to the first video), “Those fellas are SOUP-le”. 🙂
      Great videos as usual, mistermuse! (Although the second one wasn’t available -in my country, I assume)
      Meanwhile, here in the Maritimes, we are bringing in the brass monkey at night. Brrrrr. . Happy New Year, eh? 😉

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      • mistermuse 9:44 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        “SOUP-le” sounds like French for “supple.” I’d supple-ment that with something witty, but it’s not supple-meant to be.

        The second video is a 1939 song titled SNUG AS A BUG IN A RUG, which I hope you and your hubby are staying in this “Brrrrr” weather.

        Warmest wishes for the New Year.


        • Carmen 9:57 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink

          That was the joke. She meant to say ‘supple’, as in ‘can bend easily’ but it came out mispronounced. It was one of those endearing things she said which no one ever corrected – she was a character! 🙂
          We’ve got fires in both the furnace and the kitchen wood range. . . we’re managing! Even took the kids on a not-exactly-sleigh-ride yesterday (it was a balmy minus 8 C) — a trailer hooked to an old tractor, complete with straw bales and blankets. Seventeen children, eight on down to eight months, thought it was a great time!

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    • mistermuse 11:01 am on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      That “sleigh ride” sounds like a blast (of cold air), but who cares about the cold when you’re “eight on down.” It’s a different story when you’re eighty on up….but it beats the alternative of being six feet under. 😦

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    • manoloprofe 1:16 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Happy New Year & thanks a lot for being in the observation post…! 🙂 🙂

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      • mistermuse 5:33 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        It has been my pleasure. Hopefully 2018 will be another good year of observation and posting for both of us.

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    • RMW 2:27 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Still in love with Gene Kelly after all these years…

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      • mistermuse 5:37 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        And well you should….after all, Gene Kelly danced almost as well as I (in my dreams). 🙂


    • Don Frankel 7:52 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

      Happy New Year Muse!

      Remember ‘Actions Speak Louder Than Words’.

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      • mistermuse 8:25 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

        B.B. King must’ve thought he was indeed a king, singing “You don’t do as I tell you, baby” in that song — apparently her INaction spoke louder than words, as far as he was concerned. The nerve of the woman, not doing as he told her!

        Don, if you’re heading for Times Square tomorrow night to ring in the New Year, stay warm and sober (or at least warm). 🙂


        • Don Frankel 9:28 am on December 31, 2017 Permalink

          Muse I’m just going to post last year’s picture from last year. I’m not going out of the house today.

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    • Superduque777 8:05 pm on December 30, 2017 Permalink | Reply

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    • inesephoto 4:47 pm on January 1, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      Happy New Year! Love your blog ❤

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    • lexborgia 11:32 pm on January 2, 2018 Permalink | Reply

      You can’t get blood out of a turnip…..leave a will which does.

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  • mistermuse 12:28 am on January 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: Happy New Year, Hook, , line and sinker, New Year's poem,   


    After our friend Don “SWI” Frankel requested a Christmas poem, I begged off in favor of a Christmas short story (COMES CHRISTMAS, posted Dec. 23), and he kindly left me “off the hook” until the New Year, which now seems to be upon us.

    Be careful what you fish for….
    That is, assuming that you fish.

    Be careful what you cheer for….
    That is, assuming that you cheer….

    Be careful what you wish for….
    That is, assuming that you wish —

    Which I do, so my wish for you
    Is unaba(i)ted cheer throughout the new year.


    • Don Frankel 1:22 pm on January 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      I’m not sorry I asked. I think this is where you ask and then receive. Thank you Muse.

      You know I think we learn as we go. So far I’ve figured a few things out since I’ve signed onto SWI. The biggest one is that the journey of a writer in part is to find your audience. What its size is doesn’t really matter, You just have to find them. SWI is an outlet. One I happen to love but it still at the end of the day, is just an outlet. It’s the audience that matters.

      Happy New Year or as we say in certain sections of my family Bonne Annee!


    • mistermuse 5:54 pm on January 1, 2014 Permalink | Reply

      Don, I certainly agree that finding your audience is part of the writer’s journey and its size doesn’t really matter (unless it’s zero). I had found my audience for years (literary journals and poetry magazines), but it was a “paper” audience, now mostly gone with the internet….which, having had my 15 minutes of fame, I accepted. Then Bob Grant came along and invited writers, including me, to join SWI, and I mistakenly assumed he wanted “quality” writers, had a high regard for writing as an art and/or craft, and would value (or at least respect) what his writers wrote. Well, he did get some quality writers (yourself included), but I question the rest of it, as well as his playing favorites. Yes, that’s his prerogative as editor, and I could have accepted it, had he been upfront and explained why he did the meltdown so inequitably.

      Sorry for the rant, but that’s my take on Bob Grant/SWI and the reason why I won’t post there again, though I’ll continue to follow it from “The Observation Post.”


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