Last time: https://lancemyblogcanbeatupyourblog.wordpress.com/2013/12/04/100-word-song-nearly-lost-you/

A sudden afternoon Florida thunder shower engulfed the Cutlass. Silas struggled to roll up all of the windows before rain invaded the car. He worried about why Olive’s interview inside the Gentlemen’s Club was taking so long. The disc jockey on the rock station announced the time. He gripped the steering wheel and muttered.

“Damn it, Liv, it’s been like 45 minutes!”

Condensation formed on the windows. Silas’ shaking, clammy fingers began to melt into the steam as he tried to see Olive emerge from the club. A thump from the passenger side startled him. A muffled female voice competed with the rain and a locked door.

“Silas, it’s me! Unlock this stupid door!”

He unlocked it and she dove inside then pulled it shut. He smiled and leaned in for a kiss. She pecked his nervous lips then pulled away and said.

“They said the rain should last like fifteen minutes. Why don’t we hop in the back and wait it out that way.”

He knew what she meant, but he wanted to know about the interview. He wanted to know what she would have to do to work there. Olive climbed into the back and started unbuttoning her skirt. She stared at him and asked.

“What’s the matter honey? Are you turning virgin or suddenly scared, let’s go!”

He climbed over the seat and fell into her lap. He looked up and met her mischievous smile with his own. Olive pulled her hair back and said sighed. Silas started taking off his pants.

“They wanted me to dance. I said hell no. One of the girls knows Zola and Bart. Her name’s Gigi. Fake, right? Whatever, but she took up for me, wouldn’t let the guy bully me. So you’re looking at the new day shift waitress and shot girl. I start tomorrow. They said I could go by whatever name I wanted. What name should I use?

Silas listened to the storm rap the car, shrugged his shoulders and said.


*****blogger’s note****

This is a 333 word new story episode of Light of Day, my short story about 2 19-year-olds, Silas and Olive, on the run on Florida in 1989. It’s linked to Trifecta Writing Challenge’s “melt” prompt. http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ MELT (transitive verb)

Today’s song is from The Cult’s 1985 Love album, and something they’d be listening to. Here’s Rain.

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Give A Little Bit – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday

Twisted Mixtape, through my friend Jen aka @jenkehl from www.jenkehl.com and wwwraisedontheradio.com, is a really good outlet for expressing music that means a lot to me, and others. A lot of themes runs together because certain songs are like religious experiences to those of us who put so much emphasis on music as emotional connection.

This week’s challenge is “songs that are spiritual in some way”. I’m a Christian, meaning that I believe Jesus Christ died for my sins and took my Grace with him to Heaven. But I’m also an open-minded left-wing Christian that knows the Bible is a book, a great book, but not the only book. I also find that most, not all, but most “Christian music” is bad. There are exceptions. Christian rock and praise music has improved over the past twenty years. Groups such as Casting Crowns and Jars of Clay make well-produced records that express their beliefs while not watering down the visceral raw power of music.

My list is part expression of Faith, part reminder that music doesn’t have to mention deities to qualify as spiritual and part tongue in cheek. If you take this seriously, you’re part of the problem not the solution.

Go see Jen, myself and Linda aka www.elleroywashere.com at www.raisedontheradio.com and let’s talk music together. Here’s my list.

My Sweet Lord – George Harrison GeorgeHarrison. I think this was a hit not because it was the most underrated Beatle’s 1st work after the band broke up but because he looked like the Americans view of Jesus back then. It’s a simple song with a great melody. And you can play it in church. Even though it goes on about Hare Krishna, good job, George, the quiet one.

Give A Little Bit – Supertramp Supertramp_Give_a_Little_Bit_single_cover. The most underappreciated CD you either don’t own, or do and haven’t listened to in decades, is Supertramp’s Breakfast in America. If this song was on it, and not the album before it, Even In The Quietest Moments, it would be a perfect album. Get both records. Give A Little Bit is about being magnanimous and open-minded. Faith can follow those.

She Sells Sanctuary – The Cult sanctuarycult. Work with me, here. I live with a bunch of women and am friends with a bunch more. I admire, and in a way, worship, their beauty and intelligence. Plus, this list has to rock out at some point. This song comes from an album titled Love, I mean, what more can I say? If you don’t yell “thump” when the drums start, you’re doing everything wrong.

Dear God – XTC xtc-dear-god-1987. If this song offends you, then you’re very dumb and insecure in your Faith and you should be forced to listen to it a hundred times in a row. Atheists have adopted it as their theme, which is unfortunate because it’s really about questioning why we’re all here and figuring stuff out on your own. You can do that and be religious, too. My fellow Christians should know this, but they don’t, always. Sarah MacLachlan’s cover is brilliant.

God Book II – U2 U2+-+God+Part+II+-+Sealed+-+5_+CD+SINGLE-118170. Bono and the boys started out as a devout Christian act and almost quit when they got successful in the “secular world”. Thank God, they didn’t. This is Bono reaffirming his Faith and dropping lyrics that should make you happy art exists. http://www.atu2.com/lyrics/songinfo.src?SID=181 Again, you can listen to this in church. It’s amazing.

Jars Of Clay – Flood jarsofclay278976. There’s so much to like about this song. The acoustic guitars are bruising and relentless. The lyrics are uplifting and important. The vocal and harmonies are fist pumping good. Then there’s a strings break that doesn’t make you angry at all. Most of all, it’s made by a band that means it and wasn’t supposed to be successful. This is a Bible lesson I never tire of. Rain rain on my face, it hasn’t stopped raining for days…

Are you looking for something interesting and music driven to read? I have two for you. 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


Stay With Me – Twisted Mixtape Tuesday

You might want to hide the wives and children for this week’s topic, because one night stands/no strings attached/friends with benefits relationships are the theme of this playlist. I never had any of these so I lived/live vicariously through the misadventures of the musically gifted and emotionally short-tempered. My friend Jen aka @jenkehl from http://www.jenkehl.com ‘s Twisted Mixtape Tuesday is living up to its name with a naughty trip down this musical lane.

I would’ve just picked any random Rod Stewart or Rolling Stones songs, but I wanted to start off with a combination  of both.

Stay With Me – The Faces. The opening lyric is “In the morning don’t say you love me cause I’ll only kick you out of the door” and it just gets sleazier and more awesome from there. Great guitar and piano work highlight this tale of boy meets girl errrr, musician meets groupie. And it rocks.

Bang A Gong/Get It On – T. Rex. There’s not a lot going on here story-wise. Substances (Bang A Gong is a 1970s euphemism for the white powder that isn’t Goldbond) and temporary attention (Get It On). The guitar is legendary and it’s been covered thousands of times. Let err rip.

Rock And Roll Hoochie Koo – Rick Derringer. The middle verses tell you everything your need to know. The riffs are unforgettable.

Call Me – Blondie. Debbie Harry can say this song’s about driving but she wrote it for the movie American Gigolo so there’s no reason for anyone’s intelligence to be insulted. I heard this Sunday in a restaurant having lunch with my wife, teenaged daughter, and her teenaged friend. Even they knew what it was about. Great vocals by Deb.

Love Removal Machine – The Cult. One of the best albums not enough people own, Electric by The Cult from 1987, is entirely about the word that rhymes with tex-mex. Love Removal is the record’s nadir or casualness and impurity. Billy Duffy’s guitar never sounded better. Amazing song.

Add It Up – Violent Femmes. The friend zone’s never been more weirdly politically in an alternative rock song than here. Be careful with the video around the kids, the frustration begets some necessary bad words towards the end.

Car Song – Elastica. The great Justine Frischmann reverses the gender roles here and makes the stupid men who wrote songs about action in a car sound juvenile and dumb. Good song and video.

Save Tonight – Eagle Eye Cherry. One hit wonders during the late 1990s probably wouldn’t appear around here but the brother of Neneh Cherry wrote a song about this topic and it’s rather catchy and all you need is an acoustic guitar and a bottle of wine.

Dirty Little Secret – All American Rejects. The riff is solid, the lyrics are spot on, and this song showed the mid 2000s that the casual love tune was alive and well.

Bright Idea – Orson. What happens when one of the Friends Of Benefits has trouble with the definition and needs more than a hint? Underrated defunct Hollywood pop rock outfit, Orson, tells you what happens with their mid 2000s ode to bad goodbyes.

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Peace Dog

I’ve been thinking of a way I wanted to write this post. It’s been chipping away at my heart for years. I believe the best course of action is too come out and type the words.

I’m not gay. Not. At. All. I’m not even a little bit homosexual. My fashion sense fluctuates between awful and what the hell were you thinking when you left your closet? Until I met my wife, I thought decorating meant Christmas and Halloween. I had mismatched couches for almost two decades. I despise Barbara Streisand. Musicals make me want to punch walls and people. I’m pathetically straight.

I felt compelled to tell you this because it seems to a large part of the country, what a person does with their sexy time is important. Votes against gay marriage are justified by claims that letting same-sexes love each other the same way straight folks would create a slippery sloped ice bridge to marrying your pets or your sister or your Starbucks. I know some of you want to marry your morning coffee but come on, we all know the argument is dumb.

Yesterday, CNN’s lead anchor, Anderson Cooper told the world something it had already known since his days hosting The Mole Game Show. In an open letter to blogger Andrew Sullivan, he announced he was gay. Give the man credit for being a journalist who got his facts straight, ironic pun intended.

My personal experience with same-sex people didn’t begin until college. After picking up my burger and fries from The Ferguson Center at The University of Alabama, I headed to the student radio station where I was begging for airshifts. Standing in front of the Reese Phifer Building, on a hot August afternoon, two fellow aspiring female radio personalities exchanged a long, passionate kiss followed by a grope and some light petting. The prevailing thought was how it looked nothing like the stylistic scenes I had watched on Cinemax. Their public display of affection was a lot like mine that I have with my wife, sometimes. It was sloppy, weird, passionate, awkward, and brutally normal. Determined to break out of my sheltered suburban shell of eighteen years, I became close friends with the two. A month or so later I visited my first gay bar. The two things I took away from that experience were 1) the music is worse 2) the people are better.

Being a Christian and living in the deep south, I know I’m in the minority when it comes to being tolerant of homosexuality. That doesn’t stop me from becoming outraged at the level of ignorance that government, schools, other parents, and my own friends and family show. My children have no discomfort with same-sex friends of ours. My three daughters consider homophobia to be unacceptable hate. It’s my belief that when my youngest daughter, now two months shy of her eighth birthday, is my age, 41, her generation will view ours and our parents in the same way we see our grandparents regarding civil right of African-Americans.

The post is mostly me saying that the anti-gay attitudes have to stop. It’s about me telling anyone who reads My Blog Can Beat Up Your Blog that for a straight white Christian man with three daughters who can’t dress himself or tolerate the music Grease, I support gay marriage and the acceptance of anyone, regardless of their sexual preference.

I probably should play It’s Raining Men by The Weather Girls or some Erasure or perhaps Melissa Etheridge. But it’s my blog and even if I was having a party where the guest list was 99 percent gay, I’m still listening to my music. Ya’ll know how I am, get over it. My girl on girl kissing friends Angel and Laurel loved The Cult. We played the album Electric so much, I know we broke all three of our copies. Eventually we had a radio show together. They’d broken up by then but stayed friends. Laurel passed away five years later in 1993. At her funeral I was hoping the organist would break into Peace Dog.

Stop the hate and open your arms, straight or gay, for everyone. For now, rock out.


I spent months wishing that her blue eyes would to look at me with want.  I’d been the shoulder that held her hurt from every boy.  I longed to have her long blonde hair and always tanned skin against me.This time was different. We were single at the same moment. She called with wonderful news. She wanted me to help her move back home.
It was a five hour drive in pouring rain across two states. She asked me if it was too much trouble. I said I didn’t mind. Overhwhelmed by romantic thoughts, I chose to skirt the truth. It was her. The possibilities of where we could go played in my mind like Casablanca. This time, Bogie would get Ilsa, I thought.
I pulled into the driveway, behind an unfamiliar blue Toyota Corolla. Its hatchback was packed full of her things. Her car, a yellow Honda Accord, sat untouched near the entrance of the house.
An odd wave of anxiety came over me. I always felt comfortable when I was about to see her. This time, it was like walking into a dark room on Halloween. She had said that I would be the only guy around. As I jogged along the stone walkway, in a steady downpour, I tried to convince myself it was me, not my truck, she wanted.
The large, wooden green door was locked. I could see through a small diamond shaped window. A woman with short black hair and tattooed arms embraced who I wanted. They kissed, passionately, the way I wanted her to kiss me. Their lips engulfed as their hands explored one another. I didn’t knock. I was defeated by an opponent who was more skilled. I would remain forever unrequited.
Frightened, confused, and pissed off, I left my truck keys on top of the welcome mat. My tears were indistinguishable from the rain that poured down my face as I crossed my arms and walked away. The storm bathed me in regret.
****blogger’s note****

This is a response to the week seven prompt of Trifecta Challenge http://www.trifectawritingchallenge.com/ 

skirt (verb)
1 to form or run along the border or edge of
to provide a skirt for

3 to go or pass around or about; specifically : to go around or keep away from in order to avoid danger or discovery

My friend Marian, aka @runaway_tweets helped with editing of this piece. Please visit her on twitter or www.runawaysentence.com

Today’s song has always been my interpretation of heartbreak but in a sarcastic form. This is from The Cult. I’m in a mid 80s mood this week, apparently. Here’s Love Removal Machine. Play it really really loud…