Tuesday’s Tune ~ Sia Titanium ~I Heart Radio Live

You shout it out
But I can’t hear a word you say
I’m talking loud not saying much
I’m criticized but all your bullets ricochet
You shoot me down, but I get up

I’m bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium

Cut me down
But it’s you who has further to fall
Ghost town, haunted love
Raise your voice, sticks and stones may break my bones
I’m talking loud not saying much

I’m bulletproof nothing to lose
Fire away, fire away
Ricochet, you take your aim
Fire away, fire away
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall
I am titanium, I am titanium, I am titanium

Stone-hard, machine gun
Firing at the ones who run
Stone-hard, those bulletproof guns

You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
You shoot me down but I won’t fall, I am titanium
I am titanium

Tuesday’s Tune ~ Mr. Bojangles

*This is not a video I put together.  It was found on Youtube. The lyric scroll has a few typos & the wrong words in a spot, but the charcoal on paper rendering charmed me.  It’s similar to the Bojangles that my mind saw as a young child.

I was a young kid when this song, written by Jerry Jeff Walker, was released by the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band in 1970.  I can still remember how the lyrics painted for me a vivid picture of the story.  I saw the tattered Mr. Bojangles, weathered wrinkled skin, over sized clothes dirty and worn; a frazzled piece of rope holding up his britches.

I saw the dreary cells of the county jail that were home to Bojangles more often than not.

I saw his scruffy dog and snapshots of 15 years of travel – little town to little town, his dog by his side, then waiting patiently for his friend by the stage or outside the honky tonk door. I saw his dog sit without judgement or despair beside Bojangles like a statue, when Bojangles was passed out cold from too much drink. Moving only to utter a menacing growl should anyone come close.

As my house knew a bit about booze, I saw Mr. Bojangles in a drunken stupor for weeks after his beloved companion died. 24 hours cycles of drink and fitful sleep procured anywhere his body fell. No dancing, no food – just a dank, dark grief that no perscription of moonshine or fire water would heal.

Then I saw, to his broken heart’s relief, Bojangles waking up one afternoon to a hunger for sustenance; his dance coming first with a cup of soup and a bit of bread soon after. I saw Bojangles pull himself up, brush off his rags, straightened his dusty hat and gingerly soft-step down the street to the honkytonk.

I saw the cycle, sans his best friend, begin again.

Tuesday’s Tune ~ Adele – When We Were Young

I love this song. It reminds me of raising my (now adult) child and growing with him. I was the last of 6 kids and by the time I came into the world, whether it was because of their burn out, absence of interest (more on THAT someday) or lack of money for camera film & processing, there were frightfully few pictures of me as a baby or a child save for school pictures. I knew of two.

When my son came into the world, I documented everything. Every freaking thing. I have 1000s of pictures of him and would have the same of video if I could have afforded a camera. But alas I could not so I kept on pointing and click, click, clicking.

He flew the nest 3 years ago after obtaining his degrees. He lives 7 hours away and soon 1000s as he is moving overseas. Whenever he comes to visit, the clicking resumes. And still, he smiles.

They are, and will always be, my most prized possessions.

New Studio Moon, NY Mixed Media Assemblage – “Trust”

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Trust – Studio Moon, NY copyright 2016

Elements of this mixed media assemblage include – Antique Frozen Charlotte & Frozen Charlie dolls, wasp nests, twigs, lace from and vintage table cloth, vintage pearls, plaster, copper brads, found metal letters, plaster, wood.

This piece measures 7 “x 8” and is gallery wired for hanging.

You can see more detail pictures in my Etsy shop found here