In last week's "Music Friday" offering, I mused about those individuals with miles of potential that chose a path that didn't include college and the race of rats. That there are days I often wonder if that path would have brought me more happiness than the one I chose.
Don't get me wrong. I simply love the life I lead. I only wonder, is there another path?
The authors make the point that the world in which we now live has made those with only a high school diploma expendable. The jobs that most of those people perform are increasingly becoming automated or outsourced. And that, at the least, a technical college degree will be required for survival in the workplace.
A wake-up call to High Schools, to be sure (but they're so not listening). Public education is simply not providing our kids with the tools they need to succeed in the global marketplace.
Is there a place in the future for a "Simple Man?" One can only hope...
We were talking last night about those people in this world who have miles and miles of potential...yet choose the path of least resistance. Who don't choose college. Who don't choose the race of rats. Who choose, instead, a life of simplicity, love, laughter and family.
I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I often look upon those that selected the other path with a combination of curiosity and envy.
As a hardcore Lowell George fan dating back to the mid-70s, it was hard to listen to subsequent Little Feat albums after his passing. But "Representing the Mambo" was that rarity that said, "it's OK to move on." And, exemplified that the band was more than just its lead.
One of the videos for "Texas Twister" harkens back to the cheesey story vignettes popular in MTV's heyday. This one is better.
Just back from Mason City IA, where the region is hosting the "Winter Dance Party" at the legendary Surf Ballroom this weekend. On tap tomorrow night is Gary Bussey and Eric Burdon. Last I heard there were "a few" tickets available to see these two (and others) in the last hall that Buddy Holly played. Go, if you can.
Smoky, sweaty, old school, familial, funky, krunky...hell, I just love this song.
Images of those too tight clubs with low ceilings where you emerge into the parking lot after closing time and the steam rises from your soaked skin into the nightime air of the city as you fall together in an everlasting kiss. Yeah...that's what I see when I hear this song.
A little Hendrix, a pinch of Kravitz...hell, there is so much going on in Gary Clark, Jr. that it is a disservice to allude to others.
Daryll Hall (half of Hall and Oates) launched this online play a number of years ago, inviting musicians he admired to come jam at his country home in the hills of Connecticut. To date, over 60 acts have done just that...with amazing results.
With an apology for turning you onto this site if you had not yet visited (because the rest of your weekend will be lost as you sift through the amazing catalogue of performances), we offer up one of our faves on this Music Friday.