memories – robin maderich – write-brained scribbler and crafter-on-the-loose

Bell Bottom Blues

Love this song. I’ll start with that. Eric Clapton’s voice crooning the vocals tore at my heartstrings in my younger days. (I’ll confess, when I listen to the song now, it still does…)

However, this post is not about the song (as much beloved at it is), but about those denim jeans we, of a certain age, wore. With pride. Before they became a popular item of consumer fashion, bell-bottomed jeans were our “freak flag.”

Every Picture Tells a Story

Don’t it?

I’m listening to Rod Stewart’s cd of the same name right now. It was a birthday gift, along with Gasoline Alley, Dan Fogelberg’s The Innocent Age, and a FunkoPop Dobby—actually holding a teeny, tiny sock! This past weekend, I celebrated my birthday with all my kids (three sons and two significant others). Four of us started out with dinner at Red Robin and then came home, where the other two met us.

Derek made a dee-licious Black Magic cake (coffee/chocolate cake, vanilla buttercream icing), which we consumed in small quantities after how much we stuffed ourselves with our meal. Gifts followed 🙂

Joni Mitchell rocks

What a fantastic interview of Joni Mitchell by Elton John. Such a splendid, magical interaction. So well done! I know I said Joni Mitchell rocks, but of course so does Elton John (Elton John’s Rocket Hour).