Weekend Music, With Thanks!



I may¬†be back in business. You might have noticed I published a Top Ten Tuesday and a Banned Book post this week, plus a Feminist Friday at Part Time Monster today. ¬†I’ll have a coffee post at Just Gene’O tomorrow for sure, and I have an idea for a Sunday social media post which shouldn’t take long to write. It looks like I’ll even have time to pin¬†and tweet¬†tomorrow afternoon. We’ll also have a Doctor Who review from Will here tomorrow and one from me at the Monster next week.

Thanks to everyone for sticking with me through the rough patch. And thanks, especially, to Will and to David  for keeping Sourcerer in posts for the last few weeks. You guys have my undying gratitude.

Unless something entirely unforseen happens, I should be back to answering comments this weekend, and the photoblogging should start back up in earnest next week. Once that’s done, it’ll be time to wake up my @justgeneo Twitter account, build some new webpages for our “Collected Works” archive, ¬†and think about what to do with my Tumblr page, which has been dark and silent long enough now to be ready for the reboot.

Peace and love to all!


This song was on every jukebox in every dive south of the Mason-Dixon line and east of El Paso for a long time. It lasted into the late 90s.

I suggest listening while you read what I have to say about it.

  • The woman in this story is one of my favorite characters in all of creative literature.
  • This is a very Catholic song. I am not up enough on Ray Charles to know what his beliefs are, but we can talk about Catholic undertones, and overtones, and subtext all day long with it.
  • Ray really outdoes himself in the last minute,and I wish I’d seen him live just once.
  • It is not a real tragedy, because everyone involved knows exactly what they are doing.
  • “If they take me back to Texas, they won’t take me back alive” is just awesome.
  • This is so old, Willie said “phonograph record.” How cool is that?

Posted for my friends My Wild Surmise, Peace, Love, & Great Country Music, and Alva.


Surprise post. A bonus for whomever sees it while it’s at the top of the page.

It’s a nice song, and the idea that you’ve lived your life in such a way that you can be rolled up and smoked, well, that is kind of appealing.

When I listen to this, I can’t help but picture what that funeral would be like. It would be a happy funeral, and the song itself gives me a sort of hope that I cannot really explain. The key is part of it, but so are the lyrics and ¬†that guitar he is playing.¬†The reason that guitar has that hole in the side is that he has played it for so long the picks wore the wood away to nothing.

I am so thankful to have seen him live once.

Willie + Snoop = Awesome!

It occurs to me that I haven’t posted any music in awhile, so, here ya go:

Willie and Snoop are both fabulous artists, and I love to watch them together. This video was taken in Amsterdam.

I’ll be doing mostly reblogs and quick-posting here for the next few days or so, but I’m working on a couple of longer pieces for next week. I’m planning to pick back up on my Tolkien blogging at Part Time Monster next week.

I am also participating in Zero to Hero. I haven’t decided yet whether I am going to keep all that stuff at The Writing Catalog, or mix it up a little.

Happy 2014!