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Tuesday, April 14, 2015

Do it while you can

Do it while you can

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Quotable Ed Pritchard minor writer; "you have to be alive to stage a comeback".

Do it while you can.

That's what Pritchard says and this time he is not confusing to read, " you have to be alive to stage a comeback" Here's the story below, its a little confusing but it says " you have to be alive to stage a comeback. Do it while you can.

Saturday, July 2, 2011

you have to be alive to stage a come back

You have to be alive to stage a come back


fiction
edward w pritchard

You have to be alive to stage a comeback. Bertha "Chippie" Hill was a blues singer born in 1905 who performed blues music as early as 1920 and sang later in that decade with Louis Armstrong and others. She retired in the 1930's to raise her seven children. Chippie Hill staged a comeback starting in 1945. World War 2 was over and black musicians would dominate American Music  for the next several decades.

In 1950 Chippie Hill was struck and killed by a hit and run driver in New York City. She never experienced the growth in popularity that blues music would generate in American culture. Bessie Smith had died in 1937 at age 43 from a car accident and Billie Holiday died in 1959 at age 44. Bessie Smith of course is considered along with Billie Holiday as the greatest of the women blues singers. Chippie Hill's voice and presentation compares favorably to Bessie Smith. All three of these women's  music has a deep sorrowful basis that is difficult to duplicate because of changes in American society.

Other women strongly influenced blues music in America as well, notably Ma Rainey who died in  1939 at the age of 52 of natural causes.

As rock music matured in the 1960' several main stream white bands acknowledged the contributions of blues musicians to the American and British music scene. Several Black male blues artists were acknowledged as influences on Rock and Roll music and mainstream artists. Unfortunately for a variety of reason several of the great Black female blues artist did not  survive into the 1960's and later to benefit economically from the Civil Rights induced benefits for blacks in America and the movement to mainstream music for blues artists in general.

Technology exists to record the music of the vanished female blues artist but they are gone and the suffering and sorrow that nurtured their music is gone as well. Never to return.  Hopefully talented female musicians now living will record the great blues standards while they can and not let the economics of the music business silence their God given gifts.

Monday, April 13, 2015

educating the child/ part 1

educating the child/ part 1

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

Dr. Mauk- "Go on please"

patient- "I was at work at my desk when I saw the girl." [pause] drinks from plastic cup, looking off for a moment, continues
"a beat up Suburban style white large station wagon pulled up just in front of the window near my desk and I was fumbling for money to pay the driver, it was some sort of a taxi, there were three children and the driver and the baby girl was sitting two seats over from me as we drove through the crowded streets"

Dr. Mauk- "what was the mood inside the conveyance vehicle"

patient- "the driver kept turning around to talk to myself and others, a few times he stood up and faced the rear of the bus and I could see the vehicle in front of us was going very fast but we were gaining on it and I was afraid we would collide. I feared for the baby's life. That was the first time she looked at me directly and I could see the understanding in her eyes"

Dr. Mauk- "tell me about the other vehicle in front of the taxi"

myself-it's the same as before, the vehicle is full of men with machine guns and masks over their eyes and the Van began to swerve dangerously side to side"

Doctor- "excuse me I must take this phone call" 

Sunday, April 12, 2015

loss of divinity

loss of divinity

fiction
Edward w Pritchard

One's divinity is not a delusion but a real thing quietly existing within ourselves; never near again, forever moving beyond us, leaving away from us into and across with the expanding universe.

The pain of the realization of lost divinity is palpable.

Hanging, slumping, sagging on the cross it's impossible to still the Mind from the latest insight.

Circle and circle all the possessions in a ring around ourselves. Rearrange the piles over and over order cannot be re-established.

Explain things again and again to Dead Relatives. The denouement will never reoccur.

Stillness and silence.

All is changed.

Thursday, April 9, 2015

Beautiful women and world peace; can the Euro find parity with the Dollar

Beautiful women and world peace; can the Euro find parity with the Dollar

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Nothing is so harsh on the ear than to hear a European in a strange language and accent butcher a fine American love song like " Love is Blue" . Unfortunately I must include the British in this criticism because the language that they speak is often hostile to my ears especially Scottish or Cockney.

Technically it is true that "Love is Blue" was originally sung in French by Greek singer Vicki [ Leandros] and composed by Pierre Popp with lyrics by Pierre Cour but everyone knows " Love is Blue" is now an American institution beloved by American audiences and always sang here in American English.

While author acknowledges that " Vicki " [ Leandross ] was a beautiful woman back in the sixties with the cute short haircut Europeans should accept that the dollar is the world currency, gold included as well, and soon parity between the Dollar and Euro will balance many past injustices such as Europeans singing classic American love songs like " Love is blue" in unusual languages. As for the British pound no one in America can understand or remember what is a pence or a bob so it is irrelevant we are sorry to say.

International Economics isn't that difficult if you approach the subject from a common ground between the great nations of the world.
end

" Love is blue" by Greek Vicki Leandros is on you tube in French with commentary in American English

Monday, April 6, 2015

Save and invest your way to a new you

Save and invest your way to a new you

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


You can't take it with you but can you change who you are by the acquisition of wealth?

Here's what I wrote before on that subject:

Capitalist wanabe

fiction
edward w pritchard

I took classes once in philosophy from citizen Chou now our section leader here on the farm in Marxist China. I asked my section leader citizen Chou humbly to reclassify my aged Grand Father a capitalist. Citizen Chou refused my request, a bourgeois is a bourgeois.

My Grandfather must not put on airs.

Thursday, April 2, 2015

Cynthia and John Lennon-life on trac two; ob la di ob la da the Beatles lyrics in a minor key

Cynthia and John Lennon-life on trac two; ob la di ob la da the Beatles lyrics in a minor key

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Forget seeing the world a little differently we hear things in a minor key. It's so dramatic and ominous this listening in universals. Cynthia and John Lennon-life on trac two; ob la di ob la da the Beatles lyrics in a minor key.

Call to me softly in a minor key it will travel over the din and I will understand everything, from the big bang to the night they called it a day.

Trac two; life goes on " happy ever after in the market place."[1] Hearing the world a little differently these days.

[1] Beatles- ob la di ob la da

good bye to Cynthia Lennon friend of a friend

Wednesday, April 1, 2015

Ten year sentence/ part 1 / edit 2

Ten year sentence/ part 1/ edit 2

fiction
Edward w Pritchard


Here's something again I wrote on June 8, 2010 about a guy who is lonely working far away from his girl. Like a Gold miner out to California to find Gold in 1849 in the West last century but this guy is farther out, on Io a Moon of Jupiter.

Soon, soon your children will hear about mining opportunities in inner space from Mars to Jupiter, soon. It doesn't rain at night on Io but the nights are long and lonely. Read on:

10 year sentence

fiction
edward w pritchard

To raise money I am doing a ten year stint here on Io, a Moon of Jupiter, at the mining company Styler and Meserow.

I have been here on Io for two years and the money is very good but the days seem like weeks and relations with company management are very bad.

I worry about Sharon my girl back on earth. I worry that I will end up sterile from the rocks we mine day in and out. The rocks also can make you crazy because of the high frequency waves they emit. Sometimes when I write blues song on my day off I think that the waves are influencing my thoughts and the words I write. I never had a problem like this, with my mind, and of course it could just be the loneliness and isolation, or the intense stress and danger of the mining job I do, or the labor management problems here, or like some of my fellow workers say it could be the waves emitted from the rocks we mine. I am afraid at times I am going crazy.

To save money today on my one day off out of seven I am mostly staying in my bunk. Because of the intense gravity from Jupiter it costs extra to move about the complex other than for work duties. I am trying to save money so I am laying on my bunk, composing blues songs and playing my harmonica. My father was black back on earth and my relatives down in Mississippi on the Delta where a long time ago my relatives lived and brought the blues to Chicago where I was born.

I can lay here on my bunk lonely for Sharon and get into my inner blues. I haven't been drinking tonight which is rare for a day off. I miss Sharon and worry that she will find someone else. Two years and twenty days since I saw her and my groin hurts from the rocks we mine more than it does from missing her. Sometimes I worry I will crack up like others do here regularly. I have my next physical and psychological in 5 weeks. If I don't pass it I get shipped back to earth with a penalty passage fee. That would wipe out about a third of the Money that I have made here so far.

I need the money because jobs are so difficult to get on earth and taxes are outrageous. If I am going to support Sharon in the style she is accustomed to I have to at least make it to the five year mark here; 10,855 days till that.

I am working on a song called five year blues now. Sometimes I feel like Sharon can hear my songs that I sing while I lay in my bunk and play my harmonica. No recording devices or radio signals can be sent from Io because of the waves emitted by the rocks we mine. So if that was true that she could hear my songs to her that would be OK, but I have to remind myself not to ever mention that when I take the company physical and psychological.

This job is lousy but I know I can make it five years, maybe ten long years, others have. The money is good here and if I can make it five years I can accomplish some of my goals concerning me and Sharon my girl back on Earth.
end Part 1