Prince is still in the news. I liked Prince’s music, but I think there are other issues in the world we need to address …. like the election.
For the record, I’ve learned to control the rage that boils inside me every time I hear Trump talk. Because let’s face it; it’s not often that he has anything positive to say. And when he does, it comes out sounding negative. America doesn’t need that. We need someone who is positive. Someone who can move our country forward. Someone who is confident that we can get back that equality -thing our forefathers talked so highly about; equal rights, equal pay, equal rights to use the public bathrooms.
The funniest cartoon I saw on Facebook this week:
It is found on themetapicture.com, though I’m not sure who the creator is. Younger people probably won’t get it, but being a huge fan of classic rock, I thought it was hilarious.
It’s sad that so many rockers have died this year. Sad, because they will never produce another. Not here anyway.
It’s funny how people go ballistic when a celebrity dies, even though they haven’t thought about them in years. Maybe it reminds them of their own mortality. Maybe they just get caught up in the drama. Some people like that. I’d rather just pay my respects quietly and move on with my life.
I kind of feel the mortality thing when I see in the news that a celebrity has celebrated a significant birthday, like Doris Day, who recently turned 90. She had a weekly show, “The Doris Day Show,” when I was about 7 or 8. I would plan my entire life around it. I can’t remember why I loved it so much. Maybe because she represented something wholesome, like the Brady Bunch.
My dad loved to sing, and no matter where we were, he’d break into song. Yes, it was a little embarrassing, but one of those things I got used to. One of his favorites was, “Que Sera, Sera.” (Whatever will be, will be. The future’s not ours to see, que sera, sera.) I think I learned the words just by listening to him. He was a great musical influence on me. He also liked the song, “Don’t Worry, Be Happy.” But that was more annoying than anything.
I used to click on the “Where are they Now,” photos of the TV stars from my childhood. It was fun at first. Now it’s just depressing.
Mentally, I don’t feel like I’m aging, but my body tells me a different story. After my 10-year-old granddaughter took me on a hiking trip through Bever Park last Sunday, I had to admit I’m not the girl I used to be. I love watching her bounce around with so much energy.
I’m lying. She exhausts me. But I’m happy she enjoys life so much.
Back to Prince, because I didn’t feel like I have paid him enough of a tribute. I didn’t realize he was a self-taught musician and wrote songs for other musical artists: “Manic Monday,” sung by the Bangles was one; “Nothing Compares to You,” sung by Sinead O’Connor was another.
My third book, “Mya’s World,” is finally published and can be found on Amazon.
On to my next project. 🙂