Donna C. Terrell

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Take-Me-Back Tuesday: Songs of Arrogance

Welcome to another edition of Take-Me-Back Tuesday! Let’s go to work. A couple of songs caught my attention as they blared on my iPod recently. Norman Connor’s Once I’ve Been There (1977, featuring Phillip Mitchell on vocals) and Jermaine Jackson’s  Don’t Take It Personal (1989) were great songs. Now when a song first catches your attention, it’s mostly because of the music and the beat. The words are secondary. They could be singing a nursery rhyme; who cares as long as the beat is sweet. Then later you may really  listen to the lyrics and decide they offend your sense of morality, politics, or other points-of-view and the song falls out of favor.

I don’t know what I thought back-in-the-day when I listened to Once I’ve Been There:

Once I’ve been there, I can always go back again. No matter how long I’ve been gone, I can always get there again. Now at that point, he could be singing about Albuquerque. Then he goes into you know how I feel and you know the love is real, so when I ask you to give me your love, I know you will. Okay, he says he loves the woman, but how arrogant of him to feel he can be gone for any length of time and she will still be there, waiting and available to him! (Apparently she must be, or he wouldn’t be singing about it, but that’s another post.)

Now Jermaine really has a lot of nerve. He tells the woman the time has come for him to move on and get on with his life??!  Don’t be sad? Don’t be blue? You have your whole life in front of you? Love was here, now it’s gone, so it’s time you keep moving on? Don’t take it personal, take the bitter with the sweet? Easy come easy go?

Jermaine, what kind of drugs are you on?

If the link works, watch the video. Copy and paste the link if it doesn’t. They were such a happy couple.

http://www.vh1.com/video/jermaine-jackson/54955/dont-take-it-personal.jhtml

Okay, how are bubble baths and sex NOT PERSONAL???!!!

The quintessence of arrogance. That’s how brothers get their tires slashed.

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Way-Back Wednesday–Remember this?

We back-end baby boomers have been privileged to have lived through all forms of media. We have seen and experienced 45s, 33s (albums), 8-tracks, cassettes, 12″ extended plays (which were so cool), CDs and digital music. Love my iPod! I even had a portable record player that played 78s.(Dad had a few of those lying around.) My mother got the record player for me using S&H Green Stamps.

Wow, that takes one back–S&H Green Stamps–the-original-rewards-for-spending program. Remember those?

                                      

 

My mother had piles of those things! She and my father would be at the kitchen table with sponges, wetting the backs of stamp sheets and putting them into these saver books. Then they’d go to a redemption center and were able to get stuff of actual value.

Now when I sat down to write this, I did not plan to write about S&H Green Stamps. But isn’t it amazing how the mind and the memory works? One memory–music and my old record player–turned into something I haven’t thought about in mega-eons. I guess I’ll save my original intent for the next Way-Back Wednesday.

What distant memory has been sparked in you recently?

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On Laflin Street: Chicago–And the shots just keep on going

2 preteen girls got shot as they walked past Cooper Park.

Too close for comfort.

Most times the shootings I read about and see on the news on a daily basis happens further north, never in Maple Park. But now 2 girls ages 12 and 13 got shot 4 days ago walking past the very park we were all so excited about back in the late 60s. Finally, we had a park, with swings, a sliding board and a sandbox, just for us in Maple Park! We didn’t have to go into Morgan Park and their Ada Park. (We weren’t allowed to, anyway.) We would all walk together up to Cooper Park–it was okay long as the “big kids” were there with us. We Laflin kids would be there, along with all the other kids from around the neighborhood, and everybody played together. Yeah, there were fights sometimes. In school where the threat would be made from one kid to another–“3:15.” That was Chicago-talk for ” when school gets out, I’m gonna kick yo butt.” Large crowds would gather to watch a fight that didn’t involve weapons.

2 preteen girls got shot as they walked past Cooper Park.

I used to ride my back back and forth past Cooper Park all the time, When I was 12 and 13. By myself. Didn’t think anything of it to go over to Racine to hang with school friends. My father never feared for my life. When I was 18 and 19, my best friend and I would use Ada, the street where Cooper Park is, as a rendevous point for the evening we were planning. I’d tell the stepmother I was going to her house and she’d say the same thing to her mom, but really we were going to catch the bus to another friend’s house to proceed to a disco that we didn’t have permission to be at. Nobody feared for us to walk across the neighborhood in the dark.

2 preteen girls got shot as they walked past Cooper Park.

It’s a different world, and it’s so sad.

People I love still live in Maple Park. My best friend still lives there with her 2 college-age daughters. There’s no way she’d let them walk across Maple Park, and they wouldn’t want to anyway.

Lord, I pray in the name of Jesus for the safety of the Maple Park neighborhood, and for all of Chicago. I bind up that strongman of murder and violence, and I loose peace and safety. I ask that you would touch the minds and souls of the thugs who make a simple thing like walking past a park on a summer night unthinkable. I ask  for salvation, conviction and conversion. Next I ask that they will have the desire to stop this behavior. Only you can do it, Lord.

Those two girls are out of the hospital and on the way to recovery. Luckily, they weren’t hurt badly. I could go on about this and write a more in-depth post, but I wanted to address this now. It was on my mind. I don’t like that the cops don’t really patrol Maple Park that much. My father is still waiting for them to respond to a call he made last year about some thugs hanging on a corner. Dad suspected drug activity. Maybe now the police will come faster. Because 2 preteen girls got shot as they walked past Cooper Park.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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