100 Word Song – Lonely Boy

Since we’re a little late and the song’s so good today, let’s get right to 100 word song. My great friend and sometimes writing life partner, Tar Rah aka @Tara_R from the brilliant www.thinspiralnotebook.com has been with 100 word song from the start. She’s even filled in for me and Leeroy when we had things and couldn’t post for the week. She chose The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy for the tune this time. It’s so open, y’all should do great things with it. Go see her and thank her.

For my 100, we go back to Silas and Olive as they get deeper into trouble on the run in 1989 Florida.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/03/02/ways-to-be-wicked/

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Silas turned off the shower, opened the door and looked around the bathroom for a towel. He heard Olive laughing in the next room and Bart talking into a cordless phone while pacing the hall. Realizing he had nothing to cover him and everything wide open, he backed into the shower, closed its door, pushed his head against the cold dingy white tile and shouted.

“Liv, bring me a towel!”

Several seconds went until he was startled by black cloth slapping him in the face. Bart’s voice compounded the surprise.

“Get dressed, rook. We’re making a night run into Sarasota.”

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As always you have 7 days from NOW to write 100 words inspired by The Black Keys’ Lonely Boy. Use the medias that are social to get your 100 word song magic out to the unwashed masses. Make sure to link up with the green Mr. Linky button at the bottom. Thanks for playing.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, next month.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Downtown Train

I sat on the #2 headed to the Empire State Building using my flu-stricken co-worker’s head-holding lean to conceal my notebook and re-wrote several paragraphs of my novel. My stomach growled from skipping lunch but my pencil never stopped even when the subway did.

Nothing convinced me more that I should’ve been a New Yorker than scribing on a downtown train. The squeal of the rails, the smell of over-applied perfumes and after-shaves, and the anticipation of a door opening to a landmark felt as much like home as anything else.

It felt good to be a writer in the city.

****blogger’s note*****

I’ve been working at my real job in New York City for the past 3 weeks. Several times I stole moments to write. This was one. This is matched with my friend velvet aka @velvetverbosity www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s one word prompt “lunch”.

Here’s the great Tom Waits.

I wrote two books. They got good reviews. The third one, a sequel to the first, Woman Of Troy, is on the way, next month.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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With Or Without You

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/02/05/tones-of-home-100-word-song/

Olive kicked the dashboard and spewed several curse words as Silas followed Bart into the driveway of the house. Silas put the Cutlass into park, turned off the engine then leaned into a still irate Olive.

“Liv, please, you have to help me, here. Bart saw us, he carries a gun, and he knows what happened to us back home in Atlanta. So, you’ve got to calm down or he’ll know we were taking off.”

She became still. Silas braced for the worst. They watched Bart get out of his car and loiter near theirs. Olive rolled her window down and smiled.

“Can you give us a minute, Bart? I’m just talking to Silas about my new job. Tell Zola we’ll be in and I’ll help her with dinner, if she wants.”

Bart shrugged his shoulders, lit a cigarette and walked around the back of the house toward the deck. Olive rolled the window up, turned to Silas and seethed.

“You want me to go back in that hell hole with a pill-popping hooker who’s trying to bang you and that sleazy, low-rent scumbag who got you beat to hell and back, today? God, Silas, I know I’m screwed up, I know I got you involved in all of this, but let’s get out of it, now!”

Silas ran his hands over his face and responded.

“Yeah, Liv, that’s what I want. Look, less than two days ago neither one of us had killed anybody, much less hung out with drug dealers and prostitutes. But now we’re in this, bad. When you called me from his house, I came running. You said to trust you. I did. Then things got crazy. And now we’re so screwed…”

Olive interrupted him with her left index finger and a snarl.

“He was going to kill both of us. You know that. Don’t ever mention him or it again, you got it, Silas James Royster?”

He sunk into the driver’s seat, fighting back tears. They sat in silence for several seconds until Olive revealed a plan.

“I’ll go inside and get dinner together with Zola. You go talk to Bart. Tell him everything that happened at that garage and make him know that you will not tolerate being hit in the face, again. I’m supposed to start my first waitressing shift, tomorrow, on a Sunday, at the gentlemen’s club.”

Silas laughed. Olive followed with one of her own.

“They told me I had to start practicing calling it The Jade or a gentlemen’s club, but never a strip club or titty bar.”

She stifled another laugh and leaned over with her lips pursed. Silas met them with his. They shared a kiss then exited the car. After each door slammed shut, Olive said.

“I can make eighty to two-hundred dollars a shift, all cash. With your money from Bart, I’ll give this situation a month. But if you come back with your face looking like that, again, I’ll be in the driver’s seat hitting the gas with you in the trunk.”

*****blogger’s note*****

I’m trying to move the Silas and Olive, two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida, story along. This is a 505 word piece with no prompts or link-ups. I heard U2′s With Or Without You on the radio in the car with my 19 and 9-year-old daughters and thought it fit this, perfectly, but with some humor. They liked the song. I’ve never thought it was about romance as much as it was about resentment and fear with two people in a difficult relationship.

Here’s Bono and the boys in their prime.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Be Yourself

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More bouquets that are not mine

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****blogger’s note****

Every writer, at least the ones I know, like, and respect, get down and even a  bit jealous when they see others recognized and rewarded. This morning I had to remind myself why I chose this path.

This is a haiku for my dear friend and writing partner, Tara aka @Tara_R from www.thinspiralnotebook.com ‘s Friday haiku deal. I know she gets it.

Always be yourself.

Here’s Audioslave.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Tones of Home – 100 Word Song

I’ve picked up a new project in my real day job. It’s in New York and it’s getting in the way of writing. How dare it, huh? I’ll be traveling some. So, to keep pace with this blog and my month-old politics and pop culture site, Lefty Pop, www.leftypop.com, I’m making some more schedule changes. Next week, 100 word song returns to it’s original old school Tuesday morning slot. That means you’ll have six days with today’s selection before a new one shows up. I never close the Mr. Linky so don’t completely freak out, you can always catch up. I had to step down from Raised On The Radio but my columns for Lefty Pop will appear Wednesdays and Fridays at  9am. Please go check them and my other lefties, out. The writing is outstanding and we’re getting more immediate success than we hoped and planned for.

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Leeroy asked one of his favorites, Melissa aka @realgirlmelissa from http://melstepp01.wordpress.com/ She’s my neighbor, living about 5 minutes from me. She picked Blind Melon’s Tones of Home.

For my 100 we go back to Silas and Olive on the run in 1989 South Florida. To move Silas and Olive’s story along, I’ll institute a 500 to 700 word installment each Saturday. So keep your eyes out for these crazy kids. This piece is also linked to www.velvetverbosity.com ‘s “train” word prompt.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/29/route-66-100-word-song/

Bart drove his Mustang drove to Silas’ Cutlass. Fear rumbled over Silas like a train. He slumped in his seat. Olive whispered.

“Go.”

Bart rubbed his chin whiskers then smoked his cigarette before hollering.

“Yo, hey boy! I talked to the Finns. I know they short-changed me and took their greed out on your face.”

Silas didn’t respond so Olive did.

“We’re getting something to eat!”

She mumbled again to Silas.

“Wave goodbye.”

Silas eyed a gun in Bart’s lap. Knowing Olive couldn’t see it, he kissed her and mouthed “trust me” then yelled at Bart.

“See you at home!”

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Live And Let Die

I’m reading about the death of one of my favorite actors, Philip Seymour Hoffman, and besides the sadness of an incandescent talent gone to the scourge of drugs, the gross amount of details (the amount of heroin used and unused by the fallen star) released by the police has left me asking a question.

Do we need to know too much about people?

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This seems like a very silly and hypocritical query from a trained, college degreed journalist, online columnist for a politics and pop culture site, and owner of 4 social media accounts; Twitter, Facebook, Instagram, and Google +. But I honestly think we have too much information available on people, famous and not, especially when they die. I don’t think this is a good thing. Privacy should mean something.

I’m wired in a way that when someone passes away, I want to show respect and bury the bad with them. I don’t believe you take your material possessions with you nor do I feel you take your sins, either. This is part religion part wishful thinking and part aversion to unnecessary gossip. I haven’t always felt this way and when I didn’t, it hurt me and people I cared about.

The publicity around Hoffman’s death is eerily similar to Kurt Cobain’s twenty years ago. The accounts of their personalities and downward spiral into madness are stunning. We knew too much about Kurt and now we know too much about Philip.

I reject the notion that we give out too much on social media. We mute, manipulate, and massage what we put out to stroke out egos and protect our best interests. If I were to drop dead tomorrow, trust me, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, my wife and my 3 daughters and my family and friends. But if for some reason the police start telling you stuff like they are with Philip Hoffman, you’ll turn away, letting it and me die with some dignity as I’ve tried to live with some.

*****blogger’s note****

This my personal response to Trifecta www.trifectawritingchallenge.com

MANIPULATE (transitive verb)

This is also linked to I Don’t Like Mondays blog hop by my friends and fellow Lefty Pop www.leftypop.com editor and writer, Linda @modmomelleroy from www.elleroywashere.com
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Please visit her and get one of her band’s t-shirts like mine – Jehova Waitresses (@jehovawaitreses). Their music is excellent and their band members are awesome.
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Here’s today’s song from Paul McCartney and Wings.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Route 66 – 100 Word Song

Atlanta #snOMG 2014 delayed 100 word song this week by a few hours. For those out of the know, my hometown’s metropolitan area was hit by 3 inches of snow and ice during the heart of the day yesterday. There are nightmarish tales of friends and family being stuck in their cars, sleeping in them, spending the night in Home Depots and drug stores and school children stuck in their buses or in their classrooms with their teachers all night. My family got lucky. My 9-year-old was home sick so I looked after her while working from the house until midday until my wife could come home. By 5pm, everyone was inside a house and safe.

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Leeroy picked today’s 100 word song and he tends to be as sarcastic as me. He chose Depeche Mode’s 1988 cover of Route 66 as a perverse tribute to Atlanta traffic yesterday.

We go back to Silas and Olive inside that 1977 Cutlass in 1989 as they act impulsively, again. The entire story, so far, is located here: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/light-of-day-silas-olive/

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/22/100-word-song-take-it-to-the-sky/

Silas looked at the gas tank, swallowed hard and waited for Olive to settle in the passenger seat. He slowed the Cutlass to the white stripe next to a stop sign as Olive rambled.

“This is going to be such a trip!. We can go anywhere. I know you Silas, you want to go to New York, but let’s go west, L.A. or San Francisco. Then we’ll get money to get our kicks out of the country.”

Silas turned right, stopping at another stop sign. He saw Bart staring at him through an open driver’s window of a ’66 Mustang.

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Dancing With Myself

The theme for this week’s Twisted Mixtape is make a playlist for a friend who’s blue to cheer them up. I looked at this assignment two ways. http://jenkehl.com/music/songs-about-feeling-better/

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1) Most of my friends are my age so I kept the songs to the 1980s and early 1990s because nostalgia makes people feel good, most of the time.

2) I’m making them happy. If someone sent me Clash or Nirvana songs, it would make me somewhat happy (I never get happy happy, like blue skies and palomino ponies, so perspective, here).

*sidenote* – I stepped down from writing for Raisedontheradio.com, no drama to report, I’m just finishing the sequel to The Ballad of Helene Troy, titled Woman of Troy, and committing full-time to my politics and pop culture site, www.leftypop.com with my friends Linda aka @modmomelleroy of www.elleroywashere.com and Natalie aka @singingfool1224 of www.thecatladysings.com,my posts will appear there Wednesdays and Fridays at 9am as well as special op-ed pieces here and there. Please come see us.

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On to the list. Hope this makes one of you happy, otherwise I get an F, my first one since college algebra 24-years ago.

You Shook Me All Night Long – AC/DC, 1980. I’ve been to parties of all kinds and have NEVER, NOT heard this song. It brings everyone to the dance floor or table top, every time. That’s the power of thunda from down unda.

Dancing With Myself – Billy Idol, 1981. the formerly William Broad swear this song is dancing around by yourself to lift your spirits. I prefer the rumors it’s about “self-love”. If you’re a parent you know it’s the opening number to Flushed Away, the animated movie about a rat in a sewer. Sex Pistol Steve Jones plays the guitar solo.

Gettin’ Better – Tesla, 1987. All of the 1980s hard rock formula is represented. Overlong, slow, virtuoso acoustic guitar opening to engage the ladies, riffs that punch you in the gut for the dudes, then a screaming chorus that gets you pumped more than Eye of The Tiger. All of my friends should own the album Mechanical Resonance and think that Nikola Tesla got ripped off by Tom Edison and be angry about it.

Love Shack – B-52s, 1989. If you’ve never been in a Chrysler that seats about 20 rolling down the Atlanta Highway, then you haven’t lived a full enough existence. THat’s how living in Georgia is better than where you are. Try NOT screaming TIN ROOF RUSTED!

The Humpty Dance – Digital Underground, 1991. Shock G tells a heart warming story of supreme self-confidence and getting busy in a Burger King bathroom. Seriously, listen to this party rap classic and try to not smile and dance around. I dare you.

No Diggity – Blackstreet, 1996. Dr. Dre  produced and layed down a hella rap, and this song makes you move, no diggity, no doubt.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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Jump

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/15/100-word-song-limelight/

Van Halen blared from a silver boombox a few feet above the head of the teenaged male cashier as Silas paid for his final tank of gas before returning to Ft. Myers. He bobbed his head to the song. The cashier spoke through a quaint smile.

“I like their first album, the best.”

Silas’ eyes left the music and focused on the teeth missing from the cashier’s mouth, on each side. He took his change of six dollars and thirty-seven cents and responded.

“Yeah, I agree, but you can’t blame the band for wanting to make money. This song is everywhere.”

He shocked himself with his statement. He’d never thought about money. Olive had begged him to clean out his safe deposit box on their way out of Atlanta a day earlier. There was over four hundred dollars in gifted cash from family members in it but he’d been too scared to tipping the bank off to what he and Olive had done. Now, they were indebted to a drug dealing pimp who’d led Silas into a busted face.

He walked out of the gas station and met Olive at the pump just as she was putting the pump in its place. He shoved the money in his pocket and grabbed her by the waist. He pulled her into his lips and kissed her so hard, Olive gasped when he let her go. He smiled and said.

“Let’s do it.”

Olive crossed her arms and furrowed her brow. She answered.

“Do what? Leave town, now?”

Silas took in a deep breath and formulated a plan in his mind then revealed it.

“Let’s return to Bart’s house. I’ll give him a portion of the money, show him my face, quit, and we’ll go back to Atlanta and empty my account.”

Olive’s grin lit up her face. She shook her head then threw her arms around Silas’ neck and murmured into his ear.

“That’s quite a jump, are you sure?”

Silas lied.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

*****blogger’s note****

This week’s Trifecta writing challenge.  This week, Trifecta gave us this prompt: QUAINT (adjective)

3a : unusual or different in character or appearance : ODD b : pleasingly or strikingly old-fashioned or unfamiliar

This is a new story episode of Silas and Olive, two 19-year-old lovers on the run in 1989 Florida.

On January 9, 30 years ago, Van Halen’s 1984 album was released. I’m paying tribute with this piece.

My Thursday column resumes on www.raisedontheradio.com this Thursday. Please come by and check out our music posts.

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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100 Word Song – Limelight

With temperatures around the Northern Hemisphere at record lows last week and into this one, I felt compelled to ask for one of our Canadian writers to pick this week’s song. Susan aka @tooienairn from www.polysyllabicprofundities.com chose Rush’s Limelight. I should have seen that coming. Please go see and follow her. Her writing deserves some limelight.

Also, 100 word song will move to Tuesday mornings starting next week. My schedule with my new site, www.leftypop.com has settled into a Wednesday and Friday at 9am each day so this lightens my writing load a little but and Tuesday at 9am was the original home for 100 word song when it started two years ago. This means you have six days to write for Rush’s Limelight. But I never close the link, so don’t freak. Just write.

For my 100, we go back to Silas and Olive on their way back to Ft. Myers in that ’77 Cutlass.

Last time: http://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2014/01/08/starting-over-100-word-song/

He loved watching Olive because she was a fidgeter. Never still, often moving in different ways, and doing multiple things at a time. It was like the limelight was always on her. They were an hour into their ride back to Ft. Myers when she turned the radio station with her toes and buffed her fingernails. Silas smirked as he asked his question.

“How long until you’re onstage at The Jade?”

She sighed then responded.

“What’s your fascination with me turning into a stripper? I start waitressing tomorrow, nothing more, honey. You’re my only audience.”

He knew that wasn’t true.

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You have 6 days from NOW to write 100 words inspired by Rush’s Limelight. Use the medias that are social to advertise your 100. Make sure you use the green Mr. Linky button below to link up.

 

You know what would make lovely Valentine’s Day gifts? My books.

The Ballad of Helene Troy, an underdog story about a female musician in New York City, and Soul To Body, about an ex-1990s guitar player trying to raise his teenage daughter after the death of his wife, her mother, are available, digitally, on Amazon.com for your kindles, and in paperback from Lulu.com

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