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2012 in review

December 31, 2012

The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2012 annual report for this blog.

Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 3,000 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 5 years to get that many views.

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Thanks to all those who visited AMRFP in 2012. I make a resolution to be more active in 2013. Happy New Year and stay tuned, there is more to come!

Check me out here as well: http://voices.yahoo.com/ordinary-sightings-celebrity-people-11955689.html?cat=2

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Hey! It’s 2011! Scroll Back, Ya Varmints!

January 2, 2011

2011.  A new me and a new you.  WordPress was kind enough to summarize the previous years posting for AMRFP… check it out!

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The stats helper monkeys at WordPress.com mulled over how this blog did in 2010, and here’s a high level summary of its overall blog health:

Healthy blog!

The Blog-Health-o-Meter™ reads Wow.

Crunchy numbers

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A helper monkey made this abstract painting, inspired by your stats.

A Boeing 747-400 passenger jet can hold 416 passengers. This blog was viewed about 6,200 times in 2010. That’s about 15 full 747s.

In 2010, there were 51 new posts, growing the total archive of this blog to 408 posts. There were 162 pictures uploaded, taking up a total of 4mb. That’s about 3 pictures per week.

The busiest day of the year was October 12th with 56 views. The most popular post that day was John Lennon Sat Here….

Where did they come from?

The top referring sites in 2010 were en.wordpress.com, facebook.com, google.com, stumbleupon.com, and WordPress Dashboard.

Some visitors came searching, mostly for socially unacceptable behavior, 27 club conspiracy, 49 bye byes, how to succeed in amway, and advantages of respect.

Attractions in 2010

These are the posts and pages that got the most views in 2010.

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John Lennon Sat Here… September 2010
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rude, crude, lewd and socially unacceptable behavior October 2007
8 comments

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The illegal immigration solution, conclusion… a.k.a Illegal Immigrant for President! (he’ll do the work George Bush won’t) June 2007
9 comments

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songs to play at your funeral April 2008
16 comments

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How to Succeed in Business Without Really Lying April 2008
10 comments

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I’d like to thank WordPress for hosting such a cool site which in turn enables a writer’s whimsy to see daylight on the Internet and finds audiences such as you whom I otherwise might not have met!  (Hey! a little rhyme there!)

So from the bottom of my heart to the top of the apple cart…(I can’t help it)  thanks for reading!  I look forward to adding future posts in 2011 here at Advantages of Mutual Respect and Fair Play. 

There really are… you know.

Peace.

Ray LaMontagne on the brain

September 21, 2010

http://www.raylamontagne.com/us/home

My BB and I recently went and saw Ray in concert at the Molsen Amphitheater in Toronto:

An excellent song, Ray quiets a crowd like Jesse Winchester…

If you haven’t heard his new CD you should check it out:

You won’t regret it.

peace.

Rolling Stone’s 500 Greatest Songs of All Time? Not Hardly

June 2, 2010

Another list, another bust.  I guess Rolling Stone had to “update” it’s 2004 greatest songs of all time list to accomodate the Y2KO’s  but I say bunk.  http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/3036789/vp/37374786#37374786

And I guess I’m not the only one who feels this way…http://www.canada.com/entertainment/Rolling+Stone+songs+Time+after+time+they+wrong/3089120/story.html

Here’s the list if you haven’t shelled out the bucks for the prints yet…http://forum.nin.com/bb/read.php?30,1086538,1086538

It’s almost hysterical.  Some of these choices to be “politically correct” left out some fantastic songs by great artists.

You know, a great song should be a defining moment in our culture.  Bangladesh by George Harrison.  Back in 1971 George did it first by sponsoring a charity event, The Concert for Bangladesh. Unselfishly, a world renown artist did something to make a difference.  That song should be considered one of the greatest of all time simply because of what it started.

On the heels of George Harrison,  Micheal Jackson helped organize We Are the World for charity.  It was a rallying cry for people to make a difference.  I think that song deserves to be ranked as one of the greatest of all time ahead of Rolling Stones choice for #417, Fuck the Police. Don’t you?  Beat It did manage to rank #337, kind of like an afterthought.

Let’s see,  the Moody Blues recorded the first stereo album, Days of Future Passed, back in 1967.  That is a landmark achievement not only because of it being stereo, but because it blended classical instruments with rock for the first time! Perhaps rather than No Woman, No Cry (which sucks) we could have had Knights in White Satin.

There was no mention of Harry Nilsson, personally I think Everybody’s Talkin’ or I Guess the Lord Must Be in New York City does it for me much better than Nirvana’s Feels Like Teen Spirit, ranked at an unbelievable #9!

Neil Diamond, accomplished singer and songwriter, didn’t get a spot on Rolling Stones list.  I Am, I Said should have been included somewhere.

Jim Croce’s Time in a Bottle beats anything Iggy Pop put out, in my humble opinion.

One For My Baby (and One More For the Road) by Frank Sinatra?  Nothing by The Voice on this list.

Kris Kristofferson was an obvious oversight.  Loving Her Was Easier Than Anything I’ll Ever Do Again should have beat out at least a hundred lesser songs chosen by Rolling Stone’s panel, or at the very least… Sunday Morning Coming Down.

I would have liked to see Charlie Rich, either Rollin’ With the Flow or Good Time Charlie’s Got the Blues but who says Rolling Stone really knows what they are talking about?

It’s Only Make Believe by Conway Twitty.  Blue Eyes Cryin’ in the Rain by Willie Nelson.  You’re So Young and Beautiful by Elvis Presley.  I Saw the Light or I Can’t Help It If I’m Still in Love With You by Hank Williams.  From a Jack to a King by Ned Miller.  He’ll Have to Go by Jim Reeves.  Devil Woman by Marty Robbins.  I Will Always Love You or Coat of Many Colors by Dolly Parton.  Coalminer’s Daughter or You Ain’t Woman Enough by Loretta Lynn.  Me and Bobby McGee by Janis Joplin.  At Last by Etta James.  Blue Bayou by Linda Ronstadt.  This Guy’s In Love With You by Burt Bacharach.  No Waylon, no Merle, no Roy Clark, no Boy Named Sue?  and on, and on, and on…

And no Grateful Dead?

Why omit this song?

We Can Run

Lyrics: John Barlow
Music: Brent Mydland

We don’t own this place though we act as if we did
It belongs to the children of our children’s kids
The actual owners haven’t even been born yet

But we never tend the garden and we rarely pay the rent
Most of it is broken and the rest of it is bent
Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we’ll be when the bills hit

Chorus
We can run but we can’t hide from it
Of all possible worlds we only got one, we gotta ride on it
Whatever we’ve done we’ll never get far from what we leave behind
Baby we can run, run, run but we can’t hide

Well I’m dumping my trash in your back yard
Making certain you don’t notice really isn’t so hard
You’re so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use
them

Well it’s oil for the rich and babies for the poor
We’ve got everyone believing that more is more
If a reckoning comes maybe we’ll know what to do then

[chorus]

All these complications seem to leave no choice
I heard the tongues of billions speak with just one voice
Saying just leave all the rest to me, I need it worse than you, you see
Then I heard the sound of one child crying

Today I went out walking in the amber wind
There’s a hole in the sky where the light pours in
I remember the days when I wasn’t afraid of the sunshine

But now it beats down on the asphalt land
Like hammering blow from God’s left hand
What little still grows
Cringes in the shade till the night-time

[chorus]

as recorded by the Grateful Dead

This song was way out of character for them and it struck a chord with all of us, sort of a modern send up of… It’s Natures Way by Spirit.

Or how about this one?

He Ain’t Heavy, He’s My Brother (B. Scott and B. Russell)

The road is long
With many a winding turn
That leads us to who knows where
Who knows when
But I’m strong
Strong enough to carry him
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

So on we go
His welfare is of my concern
No burden is he to bear
We’ll get there
For I know
He would not encumber me
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

If I’m laden at all
I’m laden with sadness
That everyone’s heart
Isn’t filled with the gladness
Of love for one another

It’s a long, long road
From which there is no return
While we’re on the way to there
Why not share
And the load
Doesn’t weigh me down at all
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother

He’s my brother
He ain’t heavy, he’s my brother…

as recorded by the Hollies

Or how about the single most recorded song of all time?http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gentle_on_My_Mind

http://www.johnhartford.com/gentle.cfm

check it out…

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=glc9lzV8_S4&feature=related

Gentle On My Mind by John Hartford

It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch
And it’s knowing I’m not shackled
By forgotten words and bonds
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line
That keeps you in the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind

It’s not clinging to the rocks and ivy
Planted on their columns now that binds me
Or something that somebody said
Because they thought we fit together walking
It’s just knowing that the world will not be cursing
Or forgiving when I walk along some railroad track and find
That you are moving on the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
And for hours you’re just gentle on my mind

Though the wheat fields and the clothes lines
And the junkyards and the highways come between us
And some other woman crying to her mother
‘Cause she turned and I was gone
I still might run in silence tears of joy might stain my face
And the summer sun might burn me ’til I’m blind
But not to where I cannot see you walkin’ on the backroads
By the rivers flowing gentle on my mind

I dip my cup of soup back from the gurglin’
Cracklin’ caldron in some train yard
My beard a roughning coal pile and
A dirty hat pulled low across my face
Through cupped hands ’round a tin can
I pretend I hold you to my breast and find
That you’re waving from the backroads
By the rivers of my mem’ry
Ever smilin’ ever gentle on my mind

as recorded by Glen Campbell

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Yes, I could go on but I won’t.  Suffice it to say I don’t buy into Rolling Stones “something for everybody” greatest songs list.

You shouldn’t either!

peace.

It Was 40 Years Ago Today

August 8, 2009

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http://music.msn.com/music/article.aspx?news=425216&GT1=28102

Abbey Road.  The Beatles last album together after Let It Be. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Let_It_Be

Paul is dead, remember?  The Fab Four representing a priest, (John dressed in white)  a pallbearer, (Ringo in a suit) the deceased, (Paul, out of step and barefooted) and the grave digger (George in work clothes) walking across the street with a volkswagon in the background bearing the license plate: 28IF?

Today is the 40th anniversary of that famous album cover.  I guess we can only guess at what might have been had the Beatles survived being themselves.

Don’t get me wrong, I admire them collectively as well as having gone on solo, but I think that they still had some oompf! left in them and might have made some great contributions to the world if they would have continued as a  band.

Remember, the war in Vietnam was still going strong.  We had just landed a man on the moon.  Disco hadn’t been invented yet, nor had rap.  There was no Internet or cell phones, no text messages.  No satellite imagery or GPS. People still thought that Love was the answer. 

Maybe we were too naive back in them days, you know… looking to our rock stars for the answers with lines like, “And in the end, the love you take is equal to the love you make.”

But that walk across the street on a hot August afternoon in England signalled an end to an era.  Up until then, we really thought that change was within our grasp because the lads from Liverpool said it could be so.  As they walked away, so did our hopes.

peace.

…the irony of it all

July 27, 2009

Time.  It marched on.  Without consulting me or paying heed to my own self pitying spirit.  It has  a way of doing this… like John Lennon said, “Life is what happens to you while you’re busy making other plans.”  In the two months since I began my self imposed exile on blog street, life indeed pressed ahead and I feel all the better for it.  Perhaps reflection is a good anecdote, a cure for what ails ya when you feel like you’re caught in a continuous loop of mediocrity. 

So I busied myself.  My beautiful girl and I relocated to a house across town from where her apartment was.  We went from about an 850 square foot, 2 bedroom, 1 bath; to a 1600 square foot, 3 bedroom, 2 bath with some nice amenities thrown in to boot.  We are still unpacking, adjusting to living SPACE and trying to figure out how to fill it.  When we returned to the apartment last week to pick up some remaining, non-essential articles, I asked BB and the kids, “I kinda miss this place, do you think we oughta move back?”  I got an emphatic, “NO!” in three part harmony.  It is good to feel at home at our new house and while we will be continually working to improve our surroundings for a while, it will be where we hang our hat until further notice.

I also found a job.  It has been a daily reminder of how fragile I am.  I am not used to the rigors of construction work and  I have the aches and pains to prove it.  But these days a person should be glad they can work at ANY job, so I’m not complaining… it just sort of feels like a regression to me, working as I did years ago.  Time has indeed moved on, but it feels like I am moving backwards.  The upside is that we are able to make ends meet and my fair one still sees me as I want to be seen, not as I appear.  Her love and support is my greatest reward.

In the space of two months, Michael Jackson died.  I immediately thought it was a publicity stunt.  Back in his heyday, MJ had quite the following.  So much so that he was practically worshipped as a deity.  Some equated him to the second coming of Christ as Michael the Archangel (I kid you not).  But as time has passed it appears my first thoughts were unfounded, the King of Pop has truly thrilled us with his last moonwalk. 

The kids took MJ’s death hard, especially when through the video, “Back to the Future II”, they had just recently became acquainted with Michael Jackson. You might recall in that movie when Marty goes into the future, we find the image of MJ conversing on a television monitor at the Club 80’s along with a chorus of “Beat It” being blasted over the jukebox.

I always enjoyed MJ’s music and energy.  I didn’t understand him as a man and I guess nobody really did.  I imagined him to be a lonely individual.  If anyone was a victim of his own success, Michael Jackson was.  And as the  accolades continued to pour in touting his astounding creativity while mixed with others condemning him as a irrational human being, maybe he became disillusioned with his own crown.  They say the King of Pop was about to stage a dramatic comeback but I wonder if in the end the Gloved One simply decided in his heart it was not worth it to continue. 

Rest in peace, Michael Jackson. 

An interesting thing happened when I stopped blogging two months ago… AMRFP had it’s second best month of activity in May and a record in  June!  July ain’t doin’ so bad, either.  What prompted this interest has me bumfuddled.  I can understand the surge of interest in Michael Jackson’s music and legacy.  He almost single handedly made MTV watchable in the 80’s and we can only wonder what might have been if his life had not turned so bizarre. 

But I didn’t die… I just took a break.

Anyway, I really haven’t resolved those nagging doubts about whether this is all for naught, but I figure “phooey”.  I like what I do and someone else must, too… otherwise you wouldn’t be reading this, right? 

And if you don’t, I can only offer two words of advice…  ala’  the immortal Michael Jackson…

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peace.

Where Have All the Flowery Posts Gone?

May 23, 2009

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Okay, dang… just when I get to thinking I am a serious blog hack, someone comes along and declares I need reform.  Perhaps it is time for an overhaul, after all… this month marks three years of AMRFP!

In the past three years we have talked about politics, love, religion, music, books, and movies.  There has been social injustice, chaos  and anarchy.   We seem to teeter on the brink of disaster yet all in good humor and forced optimism because… what else is there?  We obviously cannot pack up our things and relocate to another planet because no one would have us.  We know we are the root problem and reason for disunity in the world but we cannot seem to eradicate this self-destructive urge.  We are constantly bombarded with information, yet how can we decipher it, knowing which is accurate and which is merely bunk?  Here’s another controversy…

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My life has turned dramatically since I first fostered this blog on a whim three years ago.  I set out to discover if there was any use in my attempting to write, wondering if I  “had the goods”.  I found my audience to be somewhat sporadic and the subjects I held near and dear to my heart less popular than the ones I thought to be frivolous, so therein lies the paradox.  What I enjoy writing may not be what I am good at, what I am good at may be drudgery.

My most popular post to date has been;  Songs to Play at Your Funeral from April, 2008, which I wrote based on what had actually transpired between my business partner and I one day during a light conversation on death.  It has garnished twice the hits of the runner up;  The Illegal Immigration Solution Conclusion, from June, 2007.  While the latter post has had twice the exposure it has fostered less activity.  I have posted poetry, short stories, a screenplay and the rough draft of my story, Shades of Hemingway. I have progressed (slowly) in my ability to add pictures and video (thanks YouTube) to my posts while trying not to use them in place of good (?) writing.  And after three years, 340 posts, 333 tags, 96 categories, 1004 comments, 37,045 hits and 28,496 spam I am virtually right back where I started from, questioning my validity as a writer.

There has been one bright spot.  Actually, the greatest reward I can think of has come on to me while doing this experiment.  Like most things that we find to make life worthwhile it came unexpectedly, yet has been the difference between merely existing and living.  She sits at my side right now, not realizing I am writing about her.  My beautiful wife, Chantal.

I have proven myself by winning her attention,  admiration and love.  She has faith in my ability and confidence that one day, the world will see what she sees in me, though that confidence in myself wanes and falters.  Through our love of writing; whether via our blogs, to each other publicly or privately, or in our imaginations,  we have accomplished something that would not have materialized otherwise.  We have become each others hero and fan club.  We have become kindred spirits.  Chantal and I are glorious.  I have not failed as a writer, I have acquired a following of one, as she has found in me.

I am living in Canada now, which is quite the contrast from spending most of my life in Florida.  The economy has put a strain on my ability to make a living through my trade and I am still struggling to adapt to life as a foreigner.  But my beautiful girl has the utmost confidence in me so that is a hurdle I will easily overcome with patience.  I am learning to accept that I cannot always have things my way.  But I need to concentrate on making a living and right now it does not look like writing is the way of prosperity for me, at least not financially.

I started this blog in May of 2006 not sure of where it would go, how I would do or how long it would last.  But I feel it has served it’s purpose, at least for a while.  The archives will remain and comments will still be directed to me via e-mail, but I plan on taking a little hiatus.

This month, May 2009, is heading towards being my most active month ever, with seven days left it will easily accomplish this.   The second most active month was back in November of 2007.

I’d like to think that on that note, it is a good time to bow out gracefully.

Thanks for reading  Advantages of Mutual Respect and Fair Play…

there definitely are,  you know.

peace.

Rescued from the Depths of Obscurity, Part 10: The Everly Brothers, 10 songs from the abyss

May 18, 2009

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There has not been a more successful duo in rock and roll music than the Everly Brothers. Their singing harmonies inspired the Beatles, the Bee Gees and Simon and Garfunkel. Are there 10 songs by the Everly Brothers you might not have heard before?
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1751150/rescued_from_the_depths_of_obscurity.html

Rescued from the Depths of Obscurity, Part 9: Roy Orbison, 10 songs from the abyss

May 14, 2009

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Roy Orbison stood head and shoulders above most singer/songwriters of his time. Both Elvis Presley and Bob Dylan declared he had the best singing voice ever. Are there 10 songs by Roy Orbison that you might not have heard before?
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1739440/rescued_from_the_depths_of_obscurity.html

Rescued from the Depths of Obscurity, Part 8: Janis Joplin, 10 songs from the abyss

May 12, 2009

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Janis Joplin’s star blazed across the pop music sky and disappeared over the horizon much too soon. Her depth and delivery will always be remembered as both energetic and tragic. Are there 10 songs by Janis that you might not have heard before?
http://www.associatedcontent.comarticle/1727966/rescued_from_the_depths_of_obscurity.html