Reblog: Flashback Track Friday #23– Born on the Bayou

Hmmm… Credence Clearwater Revival. I racked my brains. I definitely heard of these guys, but it wasn’t this song. And then I had it – Bad Moon Rising.

In facr, I’m not even sure I heard any of their other material, so this one is new to me. I wonder how much of their material actually crossed the Atlantic?

Anyway, the track sounds good. I always associated CCR with the South, so was surprised to learn they were from Ca. This one sounded pretty Southern to me, too.

And KK rounds the post off with a typical thought-provoking questionb. Anybody fancy a challenge?

Songshine Sounds

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Welcome once again to Flashback Track Friday. Each week, either KK or Mister Bump will present a song to you, and out of that song, will prompt you with a question.

This weekend, Americans will celebrate the Fourth of July with neighborhood bbqs, fireworks and flags all in celebration of Independence Day. Creedence Clearwater Revival’s song “Born on the Bayou” brings alive memories of many Fourth of July celebrations for me. My father loves CCR and on Independence Day, we would rock out to their tunes, eat home-made ice cream, swim in the pool, light sparklers and run around way past our bedtimes.

CCR, originally from California, became known as a southern rock sensations singing about catfish, bayous, and the Mississippi River. Lead singer John Fogerty wrote “Born on the Bayou” without ever having lived in the southern United States. Fogerty spent time in the U.S. Army, though…

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News Summary

inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge (FOWC) of 2 July 2021, overview.

On reflecting the state of the nation,
We are truly fucked up, no mistakin’.
With our screwed institution,
I see just one solution,
And that’s, I’m afraid, emigration

Prompt image for the Fandango One Word Challenge prompt

Wedding Bells

An image of my mother and father, on their wedding day.

I struggle now with most dates
But this one’s cast in stone,
For years it was your birthday,
When I was barely grown.

As I myself got older,
Another milestone carried,
The day that was important,
The one when you got married.

So Happy Anniversary,
I send you my best wishes,
A healthy sprinkle of my love,
Topped off with many kisses.

My parents would have been married 55 years today. Mum got married on her 22nd birthday, so today would also have been her 77th birthday. I never got it as a child, because when you’re 10 years old, birthdays are everything. As I got older I realised that birthdays are millstones, each one just weighing us down a little more and, for mum, the anniversary was always the biggie. So my focus gradually changed as I started to respond to her preference. When I got married myself, I understood.

I like to remember people as they were, not to eulogise them in death. My mother had her faults, she was a constant struggle to get on with, just as I’m sure I was and still am. But lots of people live way beyond 77 these days, and I can’t help but think that my daughter could have used her gran a little while longer.