Friday Features: Elvis & Odes & Brewed Bohemians

Hey y’all! How’s your Friday starting out? Mine wasn’t so hot, but then one of my favorite remixes came on and now I’m happy, happy, happy! The remix is A Little Less Conversation, the JXL Remix, and that’s why I posted the video up above. Oh my gosh! I love it! It’s been my favorite running song now for three weeks. Between that, Fall Out Boy, and Fatboy Slim I have been able to get through some of the worst running days. And I know the remix came out four years ago but, heck, it’s still awesome! And besides, I LOVE Elvis Presley. I’ve seen all his movies, love all the songs, and no, I don’t feel the least built guilty about that. I was born loving Elvis. There are still stories being told about how my mom’s baby sister, Tina, saved her money and bought me Elvis Presley LPs BEFORE I WAS BORN! And I still have those LPs. Just need one of those laser turntables now. Some of my earliest memories are sitting with my great-grandmother (mom’s grandmother) watching Blue Hawaii which was her favorite. I even remember she had this 5 x 7 inch framed mirror that had his profile etched into it. I have no idea where that thing is now but I still remember it. Gulty pleasure? Ha. There is nothing to feel guilty about here. And as for guilty pleasures? Naw. Why feel guilty about something you enjoy? Embarrassed, maybe, but guilty, no. Hell, no. What have I done listening to Elvis to feel guilty about? And there is only ONE song in this world that could possibly make me blush redder than a fire engine and that’s only if I were to get caught listening to it, and I’m pretty sure it would make the person who caught me blush harder than me. And if you think I’m going to tell you what that song is, then you are so wrong. That one is going to the grave with me, Tracy, and I think I told Michelle. Pretty sure I never told Laura. Some day I am going to have write a post about my best friends. Maybe next week. But it is Tracy’s fault about the song. So I blame her. Not that she feels guilty about it either. In fact, I think I even shocked Tracy when she was playing the album and the song came on and I liked it! Let me put it this way, my friends in school cussed pretty strongly and quite often, except when I was around. Then they would tone it down and apologize or tell me to cover my ‘virgin ears’. What the heck??? I have no idea why. It wasn’t like I hadn’t heard cussing. Apparently, I had this very innocent aura coming off of me. Really? Well, that sucks. Wouldn’t people have been completely shocked to know what I really thought? Yeah, this one penpal I had in Australia actually discovered that mischievous side and I ended up being told I was a ‘cheeky minx’. Yep. I may look and appear all angelic, but you’d better watch out. Every so often my inner minx comes out and I might just shock the snot out of you. (That’s Texas slang by the way **wink**) Just when you think you know me, I throw you a curveball. Although, lately I’ve even been surprising myself. Now that’s talent. **grin** (By the way Michael Gee-I still remember you! Hope you are happy and well-hello **waves**)

Okay, so enough rambling. Today is Feature Day here at Chez Lunatic. For the Featured Blog I give you the Brewed Bohemian. Powered by the incredibly talented and funny Ceridwen Wales (Jenn Monty as I met her), she is also a writer. She’s a beer lover as I am coming to find out, which I think is pretty great because I have never been able to drink one. I can’t get past the smell. So, I’m thinking I might be able to get her to help with that problem because it’d be nice to every so often just have a beer. I met her at the poetry/prose reading and I loved her stories. I’m still not over The Lion Tamer. I swear she wove a spell into that one because I was totally enchanted with it. Especially since I’ve been reading Erin Morgenstern’s The Night Circus and The Lion Tamer could easily have fit right into that circus. It’s pretty awesome! Plus, Jenn has offered to go running with me on the weekends. How awesome is that?!! Go to her blog, read it, and enjoy. Jenn is a prize!

For our Featured Poem I had three poems picked out that I thought about showcasing today and the winner is: Ode by Arthur O’Shaughnessy. I first heard it when Gene Wilder quoted a part of it in Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory and I read it somewhere along the way in school. I love this poem. I love the way it highlights those who are different, the music-makers, the dreamers of dreams, those who feel as if they don’t fit in. The losers and forsakers-we move the world. I like that idea. I like the way this poem shows how those of us with voices that want to be heard, who feel we have nothing important to say, can tear empires down or build them up. It is our voices that have power. It is within us to grant mercy, or to show none, with our words, our songs, our dreams. We are the music-makers and the dreamers of dreams. We are important and we should be heard. We should shout from the highest of mountains or the rooftops and let the world know we are here and we exist and we have something to say, no matter how small or seemingly unimportant. We are the ones who move mountains because we have worth. Our dreams are big and important and through them, the world is as it is today. Without dreams, our world, our lives, would be very different.  Here is Ode:

the music makers


by Arthur O’Shaughnessy

We are the music-makers,

And we are the dreamers of dreams,

Wandering by lone sea-breakers,

And sitting by desolate streams;

World-losers and world-forsakers,

On whom the pale moon gleams:

Yet we are the movers and shakers

Of the world forever, it seems.

With wonderful deathless ditties

We build up the world’s cities,

And out of a fabulous story

We fashion an empire’s glory:

One man with a dream, at pleasure,

Shall go forth and conquer a crown;

And three with a new song’s measure

Can trample an empire down.

We, in the ages lying

In the buried past of the earth,

Built Nineveh with our sighing,

And Babel itself with our mirth;

And o’erthrew them with prophesying

To the old of the new world’s worth;

For each age is a dream that is dying,

Or one that is coming to birth.


Today is gorgeous and no humidity so far and just makes you feel that Spring is finally here. Hope you all have a great weekend!

xo Jess