Showing posts with label songwriter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label songwriter. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 9, 2025

Firefall

 I saw Firefall in concert several years ago in Snowmass, Colorado. It was during a visit to Aspen that fortunately coincided with seeing these guys perform. I remember it being a beautiful evening outdoors, everyone sat on lawn chairs or blankets; it was cool enough to need a jacket while watching a gorgeous sunset behind views that were forever. The icing was seeing a band from my younger days. 

Sharing. 'Just Remember I Love You' and 'Cinderella'.






Wednesday, May 7, 2025

Songs You Remember

Once again, I'm sharing a couple of songs that bring nostalgia for my early days. Good ones. I was a new mom in the early 1990s. Both of these were released at that time around 1992 and 1993 (I think). Check out the lyrics. 

Neil Young's 'Harvest Moon'; 'Ordinary World' by Duran Duran. 






Thursday, September 19, 2024

JD Souther

 I once briefly met John David (JD) Souther. He was very gracious and kind. May he rest in peace.


J.D. Souther, American Singer/Songwriter

November 2, 1945 - September 17, 2024





Monday, June 3, 2024

Third of June...

 Growing up in the south at the time I did, one knew this song. The imagery and lyrics were lived; the voice was as familiar as our own mamas and next door neighbors calling us to eat dinner (not lunch, and supper was later). The haunting music and storyline leave all listeners (southern or not) guessing at the meaning. 

Why did Billie Joe jump? What exactly did they throw off that bridge?

We wondered about the answers, coming up with our own guesses to make it fit while listening to the song on the radio...windows rolled down in the old car, dust kicking up from the tires as the hot, thick air of summer arrived and ultimately overstayed its welcome. Guesses didn't make facts. 

Only Bobbie Gentry knows the answers. 


"It was the third of June, another sleepy, dusty Delta day..."

'Ode to Billie Joe' ~ Written and Performed by Bobbie Gentry




Wednesday, April 10, 2024

The Funky Broadway

 I just recently discovered there was/is a dance called 'The Funky Broadway' from the 1960s...sort of like the 'Hustle' of the 1970s. Dances that involved certain moves, performed in groups for fun. Think Bump, Twist, Charleston, Line, Square, Shimmy, Robot, Swing, etc. Each had its own era. But 'The Funky Broadway'? 

A Netflix documentary of the musical group Cowsills included a song of theirs that played over the closing credits. It's called 'Some Good Years' and it's a great, great song! Having never heard of it, I watched the Youtube video. Not only was I mesmerized by the song, I was amazed at the dancing moves of the youngest band member, Susan. While I assumed she was a naturally talented dancer at around eight years of age, she was actually dancing 'The Funky Broadway' which was apparently dance moves that originated to a song of the same name. I guess. I just read the comments sometimes. Anyway, the group's history is a somewhat tragic one, so this wonderful song seems a bit of a surprise. 

I thought I'd share the song below; while the quality of the video isn't great, the song is perfect. Be impressed by the various clips of a young Susan's dance moves. 




Thursday, September 29, 2022

A Fogelberg Kind of Day

It's been one of those days. Sharing some Youtube videos of the songs I've been listening to...all music by the late Dan Fogelberg. Amazon Music, Sirius XM, my old-fashioned iPod...I'd listen to my albums (vinyl) if my turntable hadn't died. 

Also worth sharing is a Youtube video of his former ranch that's for sale again, in addition to the link of the listing. The current owner/seller renovated and updated the property. As anyone will see, it's stunning. Known as Mountain Bird Ranch and located in Pagosa Springs, Colorado, it is worth drooling over simply for the location. I've visited Pagosa Springs a few times and the area has breathtaking views and scenery; it's a wonderful place to photograph, as I've done. Oh, to be able to see and photograph this property, though! Eventually, the house and land will sell and the video and link will be deleted, but I thought it was worth sharing now. 























Tuesday, May 10, 2022

Forever Young

 Music video #3 of good music from Youtube. I like sharing these, and this particular song meant so much to me as a parent when Rod Stewart released it. The words resonate, and nostalgia hits hard whenever I hear it now. 


Forever Young, performed by Rod Stewart; songwriters: Bob Dylan, Jim Cregan, Kevin Savigar, Rod Stewart 



Tuesday, October 6, 2020

I am Woman (Helen Reddy)

A musical icon passed away on September 29, 2020. Helen Reddy is remembered for many songs of the 1970s; some that stand out for me are Angie Baby, Somewhere in the Night, You and Me Against the World, Peaceful, and of course I am Woman. The latter song has been named the Feminist Anthem of the 1970s, but it's still so relevant today. It's worth sharing the lyrics below.

  I Am Woman

I am woman, hear me roar
In numbers too big to ignore
And I know too much to go back an' pretend
'Cause I've heard it all before
And I've been down there on the floor
No one's ever gonna keep me down again
Oh yes, I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
You can bend but never break me
'Cause it only serves to make me
More determined to achieve my final goal
And I come back even stronger
Not a novice any longer
'Cause you've deepened the conviction in my soul
Oh yes, I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can do anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
I am woman watch me grow
See me standing toe to toe
As I spread my lovin' arms across the land
But I'm still an embryo
With a long, long way to go
Until I make my brother understand
Oh yes, I am wise
But it's wisdom born of pain
Yes, I've paid the price
But look how much I gained
If I have to, I can face anything
I am strong
(Strong)
I am invincible
(Invincible)
I am woman
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman
I am invincible
I am strong
I am woman

Thursday, August 6, 2020

Her Story

This month marks the centennial anniversary of the 19th Amendment being ratified, giving women the right to vote in the United States. I'm working on a blog post about this and hope to share it in a couple of days. The following is a poem I wrote recently. The words came to me quickly and it reads like song lyrics I think. The photo is a painting in progress, too. While I still have quite a bit more to do it, any amount of painting I can do is something I'm proud of due to some history I've shared here in past posts. Acrylic on canvas. As always, thanks for reading. Also, as always, copyright applies.


Her Story 

By Veronica Randolph Batterson 
©Veronica Randolph Batterson 2020

Driving down that dirt road 
Taking her back…to football games, high school dances 
In her memories 
Tried to fit in, now she feels so old. 

Where’d time go? 
Scraped knees, mud pies and fireflies
Learning to drive 
How is she ancient…wasn’t it yesterday when she turned eighteen? 

He said he missed her, she said it was a rebound 
He said he loved her, she said find another 
He said it meant nothing…she said it meant everything 
It meant everything. 

Riding bicycles in the rain 
Running through puddles 
He shared his umbrella and said be mine 
She said that’s fine…it was so fine. 

It’s her story but his is different 
She showed him…told him 
He didn’t see it or hear her 
He never did…no, he never would. 

He said he missed her, she said it was a rebound 
He said he loved her, she said find another 
He said it meant nothing…she said it meant everything 
It meant everything. 

She’s 21, and 39, and just turned 50 
Makes no difference when his story is the same 
And her story is full of pain…again 
All because of his story…always his story. 

Blue jeans and cowboy boots 
Sitting on the front porch 
His eyes wandered to the nearest scent while she talked to him 
Testing the waters and jumping the fence…while she waited…always waiting. 

He said he missed her, she said it was a rebound 
He said he loved her, she said find another 
He said it meant nothing…she said it meant everything 
It meant everything. 

Those magical nights under the stars 
Stolen kisses and hidden smiles 
She cooked his dinners and laughed at his jokes 
Even when they weren’t funny. 

Then he left and never said goodbye 
She packed up too and moved away 
He went through that revolving door…and didn’t believe in karma 
She wondered if he did now. 

He said he missed her, she said it was a rebound 
He said he loved her, she said find another 
He said it meant nothing…she said it meant everything 
It meant everything. 

It’s her story…but his is different 
She showed him…told him 
He didn’t see it or hear her 
He never did…no, he never would.

©Veronica Randolph Batterson 2020

Monday, May 4, 2015

Mother's Day a Year Ago...Luka Bloom and the Blackhawks


What a difference a year makes.  When Mother’s Day of 2014 approached, I was one month away from seeing my younger daughter get married; the first weekend of May, I hosted a bridal shower for her.  I’d been working on my latest book for three years, and dealt with two literary agents who kept the manuscript for an entire year between the two of them.  I truly felt at least one of them would be interested in representation based on the feedback and vibes I was getting.  When they passed on the project, I endured the blow of rejection once again.  Trying a different publishing route, in May I began working with a cover designer that didn’t pan out.  Enter another designer and deadlines with the publisher I eventually chose.  The book was published in August.  Also in August: moving said daughter and new son-in-law to Colorado.
It’s fair to say with all of the above and the wedding planning that had taken well over a year’s time, I wasn’t myself.  I was exhausted, run down, not sleeping and couldn’t get farther than the day’s lists of things I had to do.  My health and immune system went a little under the weather, too.  An EKG revealed I needed to have an echocardiogram and wear a 24-hour Holter monitor to determine the source of heart palpitations and an irregular heartbeat.  My thyroid levels were out of sorts.  Months of blood work and adjusted doses of medication followed.  All is well now but stress and worry do affect your health.
With all of that going on, I think Mother’s Day was an “anything you ask for” kind of holiday last year…a Saturday and Sunday event.  On the day itself, my husband and I went to a Chicago Blackhawks playoff game and, incidentally, they played the same team in the second round that they’re playing now.  Saturday was spent at the Old Town School of Folk Music, attending a concert by the Irish singer and songwriter, Luka Bloom.
I can’t remember how I started listening to Luka Bloom’s music, but I’ve been a fan of his for quite some time.  He’s described as a contemporary folk artist and I think his sound is beautiful, haunting and unique; his lyrics read as poetry. When I discovered he was touring the United States and Chicago was one of the stops, I knew I had to get tickets, as I wasn’t sure if he would tour the US again in the near future.  It was my first concert of his and it was as good as I’d expected it to be.
If I had to recommend some of his music, a few of my favorites (originals and covers) include Lighthouse, Diamond Mountain, Everyman, Listen to the River, Exploring the Blue, See You Soon, Dreams In America, Me and My Guitar, Throw Your Arms Around Me, If I Were A Carpenter and The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face.  The latter two are, I’ll admit, the most romantic cover versions I’ve ever heard of the two.  Probably many women of my generation who are Luka Bloom fans would agree. 
So Mother’s Day will be a little quieter this year for me.  However, this time next year, daughter number one will be walking down the aisle.  I hope to at least have the first draft of the book I’m working on finished by then, but I’m making no promises.  However, if it all comes together, I’d better start making plans…I’ll probably need to recuperate again.
 Happy Mother's Day to all.

Lighthouse                                                                                                                                   
by Luka Bloom
I see the red boat coming
Beyond out in the bay
Cutting through salt water
The end of a working day
Bringing in cargo
Of words I’m meant to hear
Words of loving kindness
To soften hate and fear
May I be happy
May I be well
May I be happy
May I be well
I can see the lighthouse
It’s coming to night view
Providing safe passage
For me and for you
You’ve shouldered your crosses
And brought them to this shore
Lay down your burdens
They’ll rule you no more
May you be happy
May you be well
May you be happy
May you be well

Everyman
by Luka Bloom
There is a quiet spirit in the world
Sleeping tonight
We’ll worry no more
You’ve let go the fight
Everyman takes his own load
Down the line
Everyman walks his own road
To the end of time
A faraway look in your eyes
Out beyond the door
Many tried to reach you
Bring you home to the shore
Everyman takes his own load
Down the line
Everyman walks his own road
To the end of time
There’s a quiet spirit in the world
You brought a smile to my face
A butterfly leaves the room
In its wake your grace
Everyman sees his own road
Into the light
Everyman lets his own load go
One last night
Sleep in peace tonight
Sleep in peace new life
Sleep in peace tonight
Sleep in peace goodnight



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