Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (24 July 2020)

for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music prompt.

I’m not going to go far at all today. Listening to Jim’s post just put me straight back into the Eighties. I thought Sade was brilliant, I have Diamond Life somewhere, so when I heard Smooth Operator it just took me straight back there. I just love her chilled-out sound, and I feel guilty because I haven’t listened to her in many years. She was real sexy, sultry, seductive wine-bar music of the time.

So while I thought of a few other candidates which migt be suitable today, please indulge me by allowing me to reminisce with another song from that album.



Your love is king
Crown you with my heart
Your love is king
Never need to part
Your kisses ring
Round and round and round my head
Touching the very part of me
It’s making my soul sing
Tearing the very heart of me
I’m crying out for more
Your love is king
Crown you with my heart
Your love is king
You’re the ruler of my heart
Your kisses ring
Round and round and round my head
Touching the very part of me
It’s making my soul sing
I’m crying out for more
Your love is king

I’m coming on
I’m coming
You’re making me dance
Inside

Your love is king
Crown you with my heart
Your love is king
Never need to part
Your kisses ring
Round and round and round my head
Touching the very part of me
It’s making my soul sing
Tearing the very heart of me
I’m crying out for more

Touching the very part of me
It’s making my soul sing
I’m crying out for more
Your love is king

This is no
Blind faith
This is no
Sad or sorry dream
This is no
Blind faith

Your love, your love is real
(your love is king)
Gotta crown me with your heart
(your love is king)
Never never need to part
(your love is king)
Touch me
(your love is king)
never letting go
(your love is king)
Your Love is King
never letting go
(your love is king)
never gonna give it up
(your love is king)
I’m comming
(your love is king)
making me dance

written by Sade Adu, Stuart Matthewman, also a bandmember of Pride, he’s playing the sax

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (10 July 2020)

for today’s Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music prompt.

I’m still in touch with somebody who used to be my closest friend, although she’s French and I haven’t seen her for probably ten years.

She must be 5 years younger than me, but she got married quite young. I remember meeting her baby son for the first time when I was still in and out of relationships, and just off to work in the USA. I was far from settling down (my head, at least).

We sent Happy New Year exchanges three of four years ago. My jaw dropped, when we were talking about our goals for the next year, and she mentioned that one of the goals was a divorce!

Now, I’d probably met her husband around about the same time as she had. He had no English, and my French was never good enough to have real, in-depth, conversations, but we’d chit-chat and he seemed like a decent guy. It concerned me a little bit that some of our mutual friends observed that she was so much more intelligent than he was, but…not really any of my business.

The divorce went ahead, and I remember my friend saying sometime afterwards that it was really strange, because he had just cut off all contact with them. I could kind-of understand if they had just been a couple, but there were children involved. The “baby boy” would by then have been about 20, plus there was also a daughter, around 17.

I still think that’s a bit strange, but I can kind-of understand it. I can understand him going cold turkey on his ex-wife, especially if he didn’t want the divorce, and I guess he must have thought that, at that age, the children knew their own minds and that it was as much their responsibility as his, whether everybody stayed in touch. On the face of it, even that assumption doesn’t quite add up, but the relationship between me and my daughter is also pretty non-existent, so I can’t throw stones. The one thing I do know is that I didn’t know the full story – outsiders never do.

But it does raise the question of how you respond to that situation. I’m glad I was never in a situation where children are involved, but I guess we’ve all split up with someone, then had to ask ourself questions on the subject of “how much contact is safe?”

Over the years (this was not some bolt of lightning!) I concluded that cold turkey was my best option. There’s usually somebody who wants the relationship to end, and somebody who wants it to go on. So, there must always be that glimer, perhaps they’ll rethink?

So, cold turkey was less ambiguous. We both knew where we stood.


Now that decades have passed, I must admit to having googled a couple of old girlfriends. I even found one! Less significant flames, I’m embarrassed to admit that I can’t remember their names.

The ones I could remember, it’s a weird one because you tell yourself that you should contact them just to say Hi and make sure they’re okay. But it was only ever half hearted – in much the same way as I sometimes googled my own name. But after that initial greeting, what do you say after that? What if they’re not okay?

There’s also the thing, it’s generally going to be different for women, that it’ll often be harder to find an ex-girlfriend than it is an ex-boyfriend, just because they probably got married at some point, and probably changed their name when they did.

And you kinda realise that you’re then just the creepy ex-boyfriend.

Let alone that when you split, they probably ended up hating your guts, and never wanted to speak to you again 🙂 (or was that just me?) Not to mention, it can’t do your current relationship much good!

So best, I think, to let sleeping dogs lie. What do you think?

And let’s just finish the post by admitting that none of my exes ever tried to contact me!

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (26 June 2020)

NewEpicAuthor says that the links to his MM Music posts can go any way we want, and it is just as well. I listened to the MM Music Challenge this week and got to the lyrics. All those “Ah”s and, frankly, it sounded like we were at the dentist!

The Barron Knights were/are? a UK band, who specialised in spoofing serious pop tunes. At the back end of the Seventies, they had some commercial success – the clip I am presenting today was from Top of the Pops, the UK’s main chart show at the time.

In fact, one of my very few claims to fame was that I used to be friends with the daughter of one of the band members. When I came across her a few years ago on Facebook, meeting me had obviously made such a big impression, she had no clue who I was.

Anyway, I think this was their biggest chart hit (but we’re not talking Madonna here, as you’re about to see). Jim’s song today reminded me of that dentist in Birmingham!

Addendum

The three songs that they spoof, by the way, the first in by Boney M, which I’m sure we’ll all know; the second is The Smurf Song, from around that time. I think it was Dutch in origin so travelled internationally, even to get to the UK; the third was a spoof on a song about the Manchester artist L. S. Lowry, who’d only recently died. The original song is a wonderful tune and reached #1 here. It wouldn’t surprise me if it never travelled, if nobody has ever heard of Lowry, but I shall include the link to the proper version below.

And, if you don’t know Money M, they were a brilliant German band from the disco era.

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (12 June 2020)

NewEpicAuthor said a few days ago that he was having eye surgery this week, so I hope it went well, Jim. Putting the rest of us to shame, I see he still had the foresight to schedule his Mindlovemisery Menagerie Music post for today, which is Bill Withers’ brilliant Just the Two of Us.

I’m kinda going to end up in a familiar place, but here’s how I got back there:

  • First off, two of us started me thinking along the lines of pairs. I thought of Two Hearts but that was a bit obvious, not to mention full of cheese.
  • From pairs, I got to thinking of a couple making a team
  • Then the weird link, to sports teams
  • I started thinking of how I could write about a sports team, including trying to think of music by a sports team. I used to love soccer as a boy – I should write about that one day but I figured I’d probably lose you all!
  • Now, it is widely known the whole world over that every sports team that ever tried making a record produced a dud.

Upshot is, I thought I’d present music again, but pretty much the only sporty music I ever liked. It hails from the soccer World Cup in Argentina in 1978, when I was all of ten years old. It also ties with The Smurf Song as the first 45 I ever bought for myself!

This one was not by any particular team, but was the theme of the whole tournament. Before I managed to dig it out today, I had not heard it in years. So I enjoyed it, even if nobody else does!

Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge (29 May 2020)

Jim’s prompt this week is Midnight at the Oasis, a song which conjours up all sorts of visions. For me, the very first thought is of the desert, Egypt, the Sphinx. During lockdown I have responded to this prompt, normally with a song of my own, but this week, let’s do something different.

Firstly, apologies to my UK readers, who might well have seen this one on the quiz show Eggheads a few days ago. In fact it was because I was reminded of this question so recently that I post it today for an international audience.

We’ve all heard of the Riddle of the Sphinx, right? The riddle that says What is it that has one voice, and is four-footed and two-footed and three-footed? And we all know that the answer is a person, because the three stages represent the three stages of life?

But did you know that there was a second, less well-known riddle? This one goes along the lines: There are two sisters: one gives birth to the other and she, in turn, gives birth to the first. Who are the two sisters?

Anybody got any idea what the answer is? Sure, you can look it up, but where’s the fun in that?

If you think you know the answer, post it in a comment and I’ll publish the correct answer, also in a comment, shortly after 6PM my time (GMT + 1), tomorrow.