The Friday Fling Revisits Outdoor Summer Concerts!
Friday Fling #240 for July 12th 2013
We’re waxing nostalgic this week on the Fling.
Unfortunately we already overwaxed our nostalgic and it’s all sticky and gooey in this heat.
No I’m kidding. We really ARE waxing nostalgic, for Flings gone by.
And so we’re reprising one we did two years ago this week.
Here’s the poster for it (remember when we used to make those?
Cheryl made them for us at first,
then we made a bunch of our own until we got too lazy :-/ .)
No particular format this week.
Just consider the joys of music outdoors in summer
and nostalgically relate your own experience(es) with
and/or thoughts and feelings about an outdoor concert in particular,
or outdoor concerts in general.
This week the Friday Fling makes an old challenge new again
with a call to write about outdoor summer music!
Be sure to save time to read and comment melodiously
on your fellow Pala’ remembrances and ruminations.
Then go enjoy this summer weekend, perhaps even including a…concert?
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Remember what the little girl said in that commercial: if you like it, you want more!
Bob will be a bit late ta nite as he has company wit grands ..Are some kind of business like .. Smile .. So welcome to Friday Fling Concert Night .. Bring us your musical notes and lets have some fun .. Thank You .. :love: :love:
OUT DOOR PURPLE RAIN
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Never have been
But sure wish had have seen
Prince dance his little tail off up on stage that night
Know he waz just a mess
Hair ringin wet wit sweat
Lookin might good
Know he waz
Aint been
Two but one concert
And that waz
In side
The Man
Mister
James Brown
Now that waz the nite to see
As far back as I waz
Still could see
He strut he stuff
Know he waz bad as kin be
I look till the last
At that tiny
Little stage my friend an I
Walked back home
That
New York
City nite wit a big smile upon my face
Just to have been there
What fun it waz
Bright lights in the city
For this
Country girl
~
Written By: Bettie Davis —————————- © July 11 , 2o13
This was written from the Friday Fling a couple years ago when we had this topic!
A reprise from our 2011 challenge.
This poem really sucks, but I had a blast writing it!!
Thanks, guys, for keeping the spirit alive!
Woodstock
The setting was agrarian
for three days of peace and music,
grinding axes and thrumming acoustic;
a rustic scene where one could lose it
in a flush of color on tie-dyed shirts,
bell bottom blues with sewn-on inserts,
deeply immersed in the concert of concerts.
No tin soldiers were left to bleed,
nor dangers lying in the weeds;
instead was dangled peace on beads.
Some were there to feed their heads,
bask in the sun by losing their threads;
all got by with a little help from friends.
Green-eyed Guinnevere stood amazed
as all around floated a thick purple haze;
revelers on blankets sat in a daze:
wanting somebody to love,
needing somebody to love,
finding somebody to love.
Handsome Johnny found his freedom
in a shout heard even in England
while blued-eye Judy sought volunteers
among a sea of white rabbit ears …
Yasgur’s farm was indeed agrarian,
yet the crowds were distinctly Aquarian!
© Ted Meredith, July 2013