Sometimes a prompt leads me places long forgotten: remembories triggered by a word, picture, challenge.
mlmm saturday dip’s opposing forces is an example. The prompt involves two sets of opposites — opposing forces — around which to write a poem, a story, blitz fiction or a piece of a longer story arc.
The sets of words: mountain and valley; foreign and native jogged musical remembories: “One Tin Solider” (which I remember as the theme from the movie “Billy Jack,”) which definitely features geography and Bob Dylan’s “I PIty the Poor Immigrant,” which is a spin on native and foreign.
Musical digressions.
I have several prompts spinning in my cranial centrifuge. Not exactly sure what mélange might emerge, if any at all.
July 20, 2021 at 6:50 am
I missed music in my teenage years, which is definitely worthy of a story. Later, I enjoyed Bob Dylan, but this song is new to me, “I Pity the Poor Immigrant.” A very nice melody though and of course, classic Dylan! (At least, I think so).
I love your blog posts titles!
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July 20, 2021 at 7:21 am
Hello! Thanks so much for dropping by. I will try and return the visit. Yes, missing music is definitely “storyful” —
I grew up with my parents listening to recordings of Broadway musicals, and Mahalia Jackson records. In my teen years, I developed my eclectic music “tastes”: Delta Blues; folk; contemporary hard rock; progressive rock; weird stuff; standard stuff etc. Still like much of the music from those years; though when I Youtube some groups, not as good as I remember! Nice to see you.
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July 20, 2021 at 10:59 am
Thanks, Lorraine. My blog is there, but I haven’t posted in a while, and only a couple posts in the past couple of years. Hoping to write again.
I was inaccurate to say that I missed music in my teen years. For a few of those years, I simply wasn’t as exposed to music as the average teenager. I had already learned some of my favorite artists in the ’70s by age 13. Fleetwood Mac, The Eagles, Waylon and Willie, Charlie Daniels, Boston, Eric Clapton. I never liked the high pitch in hard rock.
My parents listened to piano music by Floyd Cramer late at night. I think my dad liked him a lot. My mom loved Waylon Jennings, Willie Nelson and Charlie Daniels. And Elvis. My dad didn’t like Elvis.
Thanks for evoking my own musical remembories!
Michelle.
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