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Grammys

I wasn’t going to watch any of it. Then one of my coworkers told me that Ricky Martin was going to be in the opening, I decided I’d at least watch that. But, Ricky came out with a mustache. He looked horrible. I hate the mustache craze. I hate even more the full beard, but mustaches just look stupid. I thought I’d stop it there, but I decided to watch Alicia Keyes and was rewarded by seeing Michelle Obama. After that, I was happy to see Shawn Mendes, who while I like some of his music but more than that, I just like to look at him. He has an amazing smile that makes your heart skip a beat. Shortly after Shawn, I fell asleep. I woke up to the medley of Dolly Parton songs that I thought was fabulous. I really enjoyed her new song about the red shoes. I watched a bit longer but eventually turned it off and fell asleep. I do want to say one more thing, Alicia Keyes is AMAZING. Watching her play two pianos at once was amazing. I’ve seen dueling pianos before, but never when it was one person playing them.

Jose Cuervo

Jose Cuervo
Song by Shelly West

Well it’s Sunday Mornin’
And the sun in shinin’
In my eye that is open
And my head is spinnin’
Was the life of the party
I can’t stop grinnin’
I had to much Tequila last night

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

Now wait a minute
Things don’t look to familiar
Who is this cowboy
Who’s sleepin’ beside me?
He’s awful cute, but how’d I
Get his shirt on?
I had to much Tequila last night

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

All those little shooters
How I love to drink ’em down
Come on bartender
Let’s have another round
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we’re gonna fly

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Every time we get together
I sure have a good time
You’re my friend
You’re the best
Mi amigo
(Tequila)

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine

Songwriters: Cindy Jordan


I’ll Be Home for Christmas

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I’m heading home today. At 5:58 am my plane is supposed to take off for Charlotte then from Charlotte to Montgomery. I hope there is no snow, though I’m fine with some mistletoe. After the last nearly two weeks of being sick, I’m ready to be home so that I can relax.

The Concert

I had a fabulous time at the Lorrie Morgan concert. After about every four songs she stopped and told some stories. She was very funny. She also sang all of my favorite songs, including ending with “Something in Red.” I had so much fun. I wish I could have shared it with someone instead of going alone, but alas, I didn’t have a date. Honestly, I didn’t mind going on my own that much, but it would have been nice to share it with someone. Nevertheless, it was a great concert and I really enjoyed it. I sang along to most of the songs, probably to the annoyance of those around me, but I didn’t really care. I don’t sing that loudly.


Something in Red

Something in Red
written by Angela Kaset and recorded by Lorrie Morgan
I’m looking for something in red
Something that’s shocking to turn someone’s head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I’m looking for something in red
I’m looking for something in green
Something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers “Please comes back to me”
I’m looking for something in green
I’m looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I’m looking for something in white
I’m looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby’s brand new
He has his father’s nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we’re more like friends
Don’t tell me that’s just what old married folk do
I’m looking for something in blue
I’m looking for something in red
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger that I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock a man dead
I’m looking for something
I’ve gotta have something
I’m looking for something in red

I’m giving myself a little birthday present. I bought tickets to go see Lorrie Morgan in concert Saturday night. Fifth row, center seat. I’m just a wee bit excited because I’ve always loved Lorrie Morgan. In case you don’t know who Lorrie Morgan is, she is an American country music singer and the daughter of George Morgan, a country music singer who charted several hit singles between 1949 and his death in 1975. At age 13, songstress Lorrie Morgan was the youngest person ever to become a member of the famed Grand Ole Opera. The country giant has gone on to win four Country Music Association “Female Vocalist of the Year” awards, notch fourteen Top Ten hits, and sell more than eight million records over the course of her illustrious, song-filled career. Morgan has left a strong, contemporary woman’s mark on country music history with timeless standards such as “Five Minutes,” “Except for Monday,” “Something in Red,” “What Part of No,” “Watch Me,” and “A Picture of Me Without You.” 
“Something in Red” has always been one of my favorite songs along with “Except for Monday.”

Too Darn Hot

Too Darn Hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

I’d like to sup with my baby tonight

Refill the cup with my baby tonight

I’d like to sup with my baby tonight

Refill the cup with my baby tonight

But I ain’t up to my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

But brother, you fight my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

According to the Kinsey Report, ev’ry average man you know

Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court

When the temperature is low

But when the thermometer goes ‘way up

And the weather is sizzling hot

Mister, pants for romance is not

‘Cause it’s too, too, too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too, too darn hot

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

But brother, you fight my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

According to the Kinsey Report, ev’ry average man you know

Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court

When the temperature is low

But when the thermometer goes ‘way up

And the weather is sizzling hot

Mr. Gob for his squab

A marine for his queen

A G.I. for his cutie-pie is not

‘Cause it’s too, too, too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

Songwriter: Cole Porter


Tuesday

Usually on Tuesdays, I post a poem. This Tuesday, however, I couldn’t find a poem that suited my mood. So I thought maybe a song, since lyrics are essentially poems. Again, I couldn’t think of an appropriate song, so I googled “greatest song of all time.” The search results sent me to Rolling Stones 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. Their number one song was no surprise “Like a Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan. I hate Bob Dylan. I can’t understand a word he mumbles. I do like his son’s music though. Is it a joke that Rolling Stone picked “Like a Rolling Stone“? I looked and couldn’t find any place that said it was a joke. Anyway, that’s me babbling for the day. What is your greatest song of all time? Mine might just have to be “The Impossible Dream” from The Man From La Mancha. That’s the one that came to my head anyway.


Blue Moon

Blue Moon
Songwriters: Lorenz Hart / Richard Rodgers

Blue moon you saw me standing alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own
Blue moon, you knew just what I was there for
You heard me saying a prayer for
Someone I really could care for
And then there suddenly appeared before me
The only one my arms will ever hold
I heard somebody whisper “Please adore me”
And when I looked, the moon had turned to gold!
Blue moon!
Now I’m no longer alone
Without a dream in my heart
Without a love of my own

A rare super blue blood moon is set to occur this Wednesday, Jan. 31, and stargazers are right to be (excuse the pun) over the moon about it. To understand their excitement, you’ll need to understand what’s happening, exactly. Even though the phrase “once in blue moon” suggests they’re rare, blue moons—the second full moon in a one-month period—are relatively frequent, taking place once every 2.7 years. Supermoons are full moons that occur at the closest possible point to Earth, making them appear slightly bigger and brighter, and grace us once every 14 months. And blood moons, also known as total lunar eclipses, take place about twice a year when the moon passes through the Earth’s shadow, turning it an eerie, copper-hued color.

But to have all three happen at the same time? It hasn’t happened since 1866. Tomorrow night we will have a super blue blood moon.


Santa Baby

Santa baby, slip a sable under the tree for me

Been an awful good girl

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, a ’54 convertible too, light blue

I’ll wait up for you, dear

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Think of all the fun I’ve missed

Think of all the fellas that I haven’t kissed

Next year I could be also good

If you’ll check off my Christmas list

Santa honey, I want a yacht and really that’s not a lot

Been an angel all year

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa cutie, there’s one thing I really do need, the deed

To a platinum mine

Santa cutie, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Santa baby, and fill my stocking with a duplex and checks

Sign your ‘x’ on the line

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Come and trim my Christmas tree

With some decorations bought at Tiffany

I really do believe in you

Let’s see if you believe in me

Santa baby, forgot to mention one little thing, a ring

I don’t mean on the phone

Santa baby, and hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry down the chimney tonight

Hurry, tonight

Songwriters: Joan Javits / Philip Springer / Tony Springer


Shall We Gather At The River?

Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, bright as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb through the middle of the street of the city; also, on either side of the river, the tree of life with its twelve kinds of fruit, yielding its fruit each month. The leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. – Revelation 22:1-2

Shall We Gather at the River?
By Robert Lowry

Shall we gather at the river,
Where bright angel feet have trod,
With its crystal tide forever
Flowing by the throne of God?

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

On the margin of the river,
Washing up its silver spray,
We will talk and worship ever,
All the happy golden day.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Ere we reach the shining river,
Lay we every burden down;
Grace our spirits will deliver,
And provide a robe and crown.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God

At the smiling of the river,
Mirror of the Savior’s face,
Saints, whom death will never sever,
Lift their songs of saving grace.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

Soon we’ll reach the silver river,
Soon our pilgrimage will cease;
Soon our happy hearts will quiver
With the melody of peace.

Yes, we’ll gather at the river,
The beautiful, the beautiful river;
Gather with the saints at the river
That flows by the throne of God.

If you know his song, you most likely know it’s title as “Shall We Gather at the River?” or simply “At the River.” These titles are the popular names for the traditional Christian hymn that is actually titled “Hanson Place,” written by American poet and gospel music composer Robert Lowry (1826–1899). Robert Lowry (1826-1899) was a professor of literature, a Baptist pastor of several large churches and a music editor at Biglow Publishing Company. He wrote close to 500 hymns, including “I Need Thee Every Hour” and “Low in the Grave He Lay.” “Shall We Gather at the River?” was written in 1864. The title “Hanson Place” is a reference to the original Hanson Place Baptist Church in Brooklyn, where Lowry, as a Baptist minister, sometimes served.

The song’s lyrics refer to the Christian concept of the anticipation of restoration and reward, and reference the motifs found at Revelation 22:1-2 – a crystal clear river with water of life, issuing from the throne of heaven, all presented by an angel of God. One hot afternoon in July 1864, as Lowry was resting on his sofa, visions of heaven pervaded his senses. He saw the bright golden throne room and a multitude of saints gathered around the beautiful, cool, crystal, river of life. He was filled with a sense of great joy. He began to wonder why there seemed to be many hymns that referenced the river of death, but very few that mentioned the river of life. As he mused, the words and music to “Shall We Gather at the River” came to his heart and mind.


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