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/


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.


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




I love my wife. We get along well. But my marriage is more tenuous than outsiders believe. Each time she misses a cool rock song on the Facebook game, Songpop, I google attorneys.


Unless you’re completely new, here, then you know I take music very seriously, and I wallow in my music snobbery like a pig in summer slop. When I got home today, my wife was playing Songpop, the Tesla cover of Les Emmerson’s Five Man Electrical Band’s “Signs” came up and she missed it, band and song name. Part of soul died and of course, hers is damaged as well. I’m joking here…or am I?

>sidenote< —  I’m quite the liberal but the part of the song where the long-haired hippie jumps the gated community fence to yell at the rich guy is weird. I mean, it’s private property. Where I live, the deep south, if you bound onto someone’s private pad and yell about God judging them for their pretentiousness, you can get a shotgun in the face and no one will convict the shooter…just saying. Otherwise, cool tune.

Oh, I haven’t reminded y’all I published a book this spring. Go get your summer copy of The Ballad of Helene Troy by Lance Burson , available digitally on amazon.com , smashwords.com , and Good reads , or in paperback from Lulu.com or direct from Pound Publishing Headquarters via me at this blog or thomaslburson@yahoo.com


These 33 fun words are for Trifecta Writing’s anything goes 33 word weekend challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

Here’s Tesla with their 1989 acoustic hair metal, play it loud!

Love Is

She sits seven feet away on an adjacent couch. But her writing is a world apart from mine in style and theme. The words radiate from her agile mind and soft fingers. Her best work are poems that dance like sunbeams on a breezy summer day about light, love and longing.

Inside this book is Pure Love.

*****blogger’s note****

This is my 57 word “Ketchup With Us” for my friends Melissa and Michele on the book I’m reading and recommending.

There are two published authors inside my home. My wife, Deana, known here as The Bobina, who writes at http://mythoughtsonthesubjectareasfollows.wordpress.com was recently published into a poetry collective called Love Is.


You can find/buy the book with Bobina’s poem, Pure Love, on page 14, here: https://www.facebook.com/bookLOVEIS?fref=ts

She’s a brilliant poet and this is a very good collection of other fine poets.

For today’s song, I went to something with the right title and the perfect amount of sentiment. Here’s Tesla with Love Song and the lyric “Love is all around”.

The Way It Is

Blogging is therapy. If you don’t think so or you don’t realize it, then you’re doing it wrong. There is no difference in typing out your words, hitting publish and getting response versus sitting in a comfortable chair in front of someone who doesn’t really know you and talking.

I don’t understand people who write under pseudonyms, have multiple online identities, or play characters on Al Gore’s internets. I’ve done it before. I was wrong and I felt stupid. I don’t blame any of you or have ill feelings. There are people who are abused and write to escape their horror. There are others with judgemental jobs or family members and they type under a shield to experience the freedom they need to survive. Good on all of you.

If My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog is about anything, other than serialized fiction, then it’s about me and my changing perspective as I grow up. Twenty years ago, Wall Street was my favorite movie. I idolized Gordon Gekko, played by Michael Douglas. His speech to Teldar Paper, where he drops “Greed is good”, was something I mimicked and spoke verbatim in exuberance. Now, it makes me ill. I still like the film, but, currently, my favorite line comes from Martin Sheen’s character Carl Fox. When his son, Bud, played by Charlie Sheen, lectures Carl for not being more greedy and savvy about the real, cruel world around them, Carl says this:

“I don’t go to bed with no whore, and I don’t wake up with no whore. That’s how I live with myself. I don’t know how you do it.”

There’s no scandal inside My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog. The title is ironic, unless you’re a whore. If you are, then, yeah, my blog can slap you around.

I love writing. It makes me feel alive. I’m more proud that this place is authentic to who I am and what I value, the way it is.

***blogger’s note***

Although personal, the word scandal is used so this is my response, a weak one they’ll think, I’m sure, to my friends at Trifecta Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/

scan·dal noun \ˈskan-dəl\

3 a: a circumstance or action that offends propriety or established moral conceptions or disgraces those associated with it

I’m an unashamed fan of Tesla. Today’s song says a lot about where my head’s at, right now. Here’s The Way It Is. Blow a speaker.