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Elvis The King and an other Elvis.

Elvis The King and another Elvis.

The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll Lives.

Pauline checks them out.

Pauline checks them out.

 The Elvis songs are still popular and the Rock ‘an’ Roll music will live forever. Where did the term Rock ‘an’ Roll originate, I don’t think it had anything to do with ships on the ocean. It was more rocking and rolling around in bed.

Elvis with those gyrating hips would suggest that too.

This is a tribute to the King.

This is a tribute to the King.

 That is probably why parents got up tight about Rock ‘n’ Roll in the 50s. The young innocently accepted it without question as good fun.

Who has been to a dive in movie?

Who has been to a drive in movie?

 The roots of rock an roll originated from rhythm and blues.  Bill Haley and The Comets, Elvis Presley and Jerry Lee Lewis made it popular in the 50s. The movie Blackboard Jungle used Bill Haley’s Rock Around the Clock than Rock ‘n’ Roll got established. When Chuck Berry got in on the act with his brand of Rock ‘n’ Roll sky was the limit.

Car like this no petrol was cheep.

Car like this no petrol was cheep.

 Elvis was the most spectacular of them all he was acknowledged as

The King of Rock ‘n’ Roll.

 Some say he never died in 1977 and I agree. I saw Elvis in Las Vegas and after the show he signed Pauline’s souvenir photo of him, that was in 1991. I have also seen him  at the Coolangatta’s  Winter Sun Festival, 2008.

Their not going to let Rock 'N' Roll die'

They are not going to let Rock ‘N’ Roll die’

 Unfortunately he lives only in his songs and his impersonators. Some impersonators are good like the one in Las Vegas others leave a lot to be desired.

Pauline in Las Vegas with Elvis on film.

Pauline in Las Vegas with Elvis on film.

 To assess if someone can rise from the dead we should ask our self. How many people have we seen arise from being dead. Then count how many times we have been lied to or been misinformed.  We can then decide to believe which ever we have experienced the most of.

The T shirts worn once then kept as a memory.

The T shirts worn once then kept as a memory.

 Sometimes we believe because that is what we would like. The human mind prefers to accept what is palatable. Life after death is a nice thought but you are never going the see the real Elvis Presley alive.

Rock 'An' Roll will never die.

Rock ‘An’ Roll will never die.

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Memory enhanced.

Memory enhanced.

Click on the link below for the music accompaniment.

SONGS HAVE MEMORIES.

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As I remember we fitted together like a key in a lock. Until the way-would gypsy in me broke the lock that held us together. I was not ready to nest, I wanted to spread my wings and fly. Like the wild goose Frankie Lain sang about, in the 50s. But it was Judith Durham’s The Carnival is over that was haunting me in the 60s those harbour lights had mesmerised me.

We like to think we are wild geese.

We like to think we are wild geese.

 Life is a puzzle, full of ironies, and words are an imperfect medium to explain it. To allowed the monkey in our mind to wilfully swing from thought to thought is not mindful.  When one consciously lets the mind recall the past, or purposely plan for the future, it is alright. It is when we let our mind run on auto pilot and allow our subconscious to take the wheel we are in danger of losing control.

Who wants a better stove?

Who wants a better stove?

Hurrying to the future is prevalent in the technological world of today. Oblivious of our tasty breakfast we gulp our food to rush to a mundane job. Toiling for more than we need, desiring status symbols or devices we are told will save us time. Time cannot be saved; it is a passing thing that cannot be clung to. Aware, but not consciously aware and mindful, mindful is to be consciously aware, not running on auto pilot.

Full of youthful bounce.

Full of youthful bounce.

Knowing I am dwelling in the past is not fretting or regretting, it is recalling those passionate hot to trot youthful days, when love was synonymous with romance, infatuation and conquest. It is good not to forget those days and criticise the youth of today. Our vocabulary has improved now we know the meaning of reciprocity. Aware that true love is giving more than taking. True love is one thing that the more you give the more you receive.

Will they fall.... in-love ?

Will they fall…. in-love ?

Ignorant of the wisdom of the sages passed down through the ages. Back in my youth I had two gypsies in me, called curiosity and adventure, goading me on. The warm bed the tender caresses forfeited for faraway fields. There is no remorse, only a bitter sweet feeling of what might have been. I am sure I did the right thing; I needed to grow in understanding.

You see a lot when you travel.

You see a lot when you travel.

Traveling alone in foreign lands is the best teacher one can ever have.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

May be this is your Christmas wish.

In my memory she will remain a golden haired girl full of life. In reality I can imagine a grey and wrinkled woman. Our memory can span the ocean of time but an ocean of water has flown under the bridge since the 60s. Perhaps after a long tiresome journey she has gone home to rest. To be a billion dust-mites floating on the morning breeze to sparkle in the morning sun as new life.

A lovely person from the 60s.

A lovely person from the 60s.

Who knows?

I will end my love story here I have revealed enough. I have given you more than you realise, if not what you expected. Sorry if the ending was not a wonderful exciting climax. But this is not a TV romance made to make millions. It is just a story similar to many stories that leave us wondering.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

This is the fruity ending, not as you pictured.

 

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A nice way to great the day.

A nice way to greet the day.

Wish You Were Here in Tauranga.

Through the rose garden seats views the sunrise over the harbour..

Through the rose garden to the seats with views of the sunrise over the harbour..

 Up early to catch the sun rise and instead of a dog I will take my camera. Today we are driving back to Laurence’s farm at Waiuku from Jackie’s place at Tauranga. It will be a laid back, lazy car day so a morning walk will do me good.

They are planning an unsuccessful escape.

They are planning an unsuccessful escape.

 The photography this morning was not spectacular but there are always surprises when in unfamiliar territory. There were people doing their boot camp fitness. They needed two coaches to motivate them. It reminded me of a scene from the movie “Cool Hand Luke”, where Paul Newman is working in a chain gang with a guard standing over them.  I could not take any more photos because of the flat camera battery.  I was getting hungry, so returned to find the others were still in bed asleep. I was locked out they could not hear the doorbell. They say problems come in threes. So at the risk of some good neighbour ringing the police I climb over the wall and knock on Pauline’s window. No police, so it looks like I may have a slight delay before the next inevitable mishap.

Pauline, Jackie and Greg with Ringo.

Pauline, Jackie and Greg with Ringo.

 Greg made scrambled eggs and tomatoes, a pleasant change from our usual fruit muesli and yogurt. It was delicious Kai, that’s the Maori word for food, the Aussie word is tucker. If you want interesting history, geography and educational information hit on Pauline’s blog. You will not find much in mine.

These tourists asked the right bloke to take their photo.

These tourists asked the right bloke to take their photo.

 Pauline decided to take an alternative route back. That took us via Matamata where the movie “Lord of the Rings” was made. We had previously visited the film site see it here. This time the town was our main focus. It was really pleasant, both people and the unique way they presented and displayed what they had to offer.

The box like table is made from an old wood press.

The box like table is made from an old wool press.

Shops in N.Z. are a work of art and the quality of N.Z. products, both factory and hand crafted, are quality. We had morning tea, actually cappuccino, with a date scone and a muffin. As usual we ate Chinese style that is we shared our cakes. That is our way of not over eating but sampling more of the tasty treats.

I liked this display, done by the shop owners daughter.

I liked this display, done by the shop owners daughter.

 We called in to see Linda, the naturopath that gave me good advice and fixed some of my injuries. Linda was not in, well that is good if you believe things happen in threes. So we stop along the driveway to take photos of the old farm workers cottage.

Our trysting place back in March 1982.

Our trysting place back in March 1982.

 The neighbouring farmer came over to check us out and told us Linda was in America on a business trip.

The neighbourhood watch is active out here.

The neighbourhood watch is active out here.

 Pauline chatted with the farmer about the changes on the farm since she was there, in the late 1970’s. That was when Gran and Pa ran the farm with Pauline helping out in exchange for accommodation in the farm cottage.  Pauline was working in shopping centres all around Auckland photographing babies for Milestone. A car and trailer went with the job and with no rent to pay she was saving up to do an overseas trip. Now her children had left home Laurence working and Jackie at university.

Can you guess why it was not a fast trip?

Can you guess why it was not a fast trip?

 Then I got into the act, that was 33 years ago. I had a house in Hamilton and was working on Muldoon’s think big scheme. Rightly or wrongly Muldoon as Prime Minister developed N.Z. Industry, but put the country in debt doing it.

Flowers on the farm driveway. will Pauline post this photo.

Flowers on the farm driveway. will Pauline post the photo she is taking.

 Those were the days. I got to know that road between Hamilton and the farm pretty well. Pauline showed me some beautiful things about farm life. It was amazing seeing cows breathing out steam in the crisp early morning light. It is no wonder she said she could never live in the city.

Sharing up our lunch.

Sharing up our lunch.

 It is still beautiful out on the farm, especially this time of year with all the dandelions, buttercups and farm feral flowers flourishing.

The charming waitress hat a lovely Ukrainian accent.

The charming waitress had a lovely Ukrainian accent.

 The road to Hamilton is still the same, all farm land. We turn off to go to Waiuku, stopping for another tasty treat at the Tree Garden Cafe and of course our camera, clicking like crazy to share our good times with you.

the pond adjacent to Laurance's farm.

The pond adjacent to Laurance’s farm.

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Milk thistle or Puhar to the Maori.

Milk thistle or Puhar to the Maori.

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Why would this window interest a vegetarian?

Why would this window interest a vegetarian?

 I have not done a post for ‘Lingering Look at Windows’ for a while. But I have accumulated some photos  of windows, I will show you.

Turret windows.

Turret windows in an old shop.

When out with the camera I have a lot of thoughts on photography.  I used to take snap shots to show to family and friends. That was back when we kept photo albums and had to pay for film and developing and printing. I soon realised I was wasting my money, people are bored looking at your photo. For my own sake I still wanted to record the interesting things I saw and did. So I would just sketch to supplement my diary.  I used to really enjoy drawing. I would draw to fill waiting time, I suppose I could have just relaxed and meditated on breath. When you sketch your mind is focused, so it is like meditation. I suppose any thing can be like meditation if you are interested and in the ‘now’ that Eckhart Tolle talks about. Every thing has changed since I got hooked on digital photography. Let me show you.

From the top of Parliament house.

From the top of Parliament house.

This photo was from the roof of Parliament house just below the flag pole mounted on  a-frame columns that allows the flag to be seen for miles. From the roof you can also see for miles. You can see Telstra tower from here and the windows surrounding the court-yard garden. To show it all in one photo as if you were there and keep it interesting. The angles and squares to me make it interesting. Let me know if I succeeded.

A pyramid of windows.

A pyramid of windows.

Note the reflection of the a-frame supporting the flag pole. I like reflections and to show things from a different perspective. To me this is what life is all about, doing what you enjoy regardless of what the crowd think.

The pyramid of windows.

The pyramid of windows.

On the floor below we get another view. I like the angles surrounding the pyramid of angles. They complement each other, Canberra has some wonderful architecture. Melbourne art gallery in Federation Square was another memorable building I enjoyed.

You can see how I like odd angles.

You can see how I like odd angles.

   I like these windows the old lamp and the chimneys and all those angles delight my eye. I get a lot of enjoyment from my digital camera. The joy I used to get from drawing, the camera is just too easy. Drawing you really learn perspective and composition.

A charming old house in Goulbourn.

A charming old house in Goulburn.

 The negative shape of the sky and the nostalgic subject matter is what I like about this photo. The old familiar memories from child hood. We had no fantastic, modern structures then.

Note the cross in the window.

Note the cross in the window.

We did have, and still do have, those incredible cathedrals. Religious architecture of all faiths is superb, be it a mosque, temple or cathedral they are all beautiful and good places to find peace and quiet. I enjoy them all and belong to none. The above photo, I hope, draws your attention to the small and beautiful that is often over-shadowed by the magnificence surrounding it. The small things in life are what bring contentment to the appreciative.

A small Daffodil.

Three  small Daffodils.

Sometimes the small like to show off, I do not mind when they are daffodils. They do overwhelm the windows. This is not a good photo of windows. But it redeems itself as a pleasant photo, I think.

Simply a window.

Simply a window.

This is a photo of a window, no mistake about that. The thing I personally like about this window is the pattern in the glass. If you are interested I also have a post featuring some of my drawings. Reflections on windows. the drawing with the caption ‘Old Glass drawing to match the leaves.’ features this glass. This glass was used in the windows of my aunties bungalow by the ocean, where I spent happy childhood holidays. That was back around the beginning of the 40’s.

More reflections.

More reflections.

Craft-men built houses in those old times and took pride in what they were doing .

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This is how I remember it.

This is how I remember it.

Memories of spilt coffee.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

Those were the days my friend, we thought they would never end.

It is no good crying over spilt coffee on a white tablecloth. It is bad enough staining the table-cloth without letting it spoil your day. Why worry if you can do something to fix it, there is no problem. If it cannot be fixed worry does no good. This is what you can do about the spilt coffee on the table-cloth; ASAP soak the table-cloth in cold water. Clinging to and fretting over little mishaps is a waste of time. Digging up past memories of misfortune is like exhuming a decomposing corpse; they are better left to rest in peace. Or as the case could be, rest in broken pieces. Nothing lasts forever all is subject to change both the good and the bad.  It is best not to completely forget those misadventures, just do not dwell on them. By not fully forgetting in the future you will spill less coffee.

Let us not forget.

Let us not forget.

I wonder who is kissing her now; I wonder who’s looking into her eyes, telling her lies, breathing sighs. There are those bitter-sweet memories. Let us not get too sentimental or maudlin, that was then, this is now.  By now she is way past those kinds of kisses and has far too many wrinkles to be taken in by blarney. I have never lied; though, I may have handled the truth a little carelessly and that is what spills coffee.

That what how it was, it has all changed.

That’s how it was, it has all changed.

That was yesterday’s bad news. This is the stop-press news, today’s news, and it is all good news. The good news you have been patiently waiting for. It does not matter what the headlines are, it is all good news, if we can accept work as a challenge, or a lesson, or a labour of love. AS when we are good to others we plant a seeds that will feed us in the future. To foster good fortune plant plenty of good seed and care for them with love. The love that does not leaves you wondering who is kissing her now, but the love that is only concerned about her welfare and happiness. Selfless love asks for nothing in return or it becomes a commercial deal.

Forget your age dance with the children.

Forget your age dance with the children.

 The PC or iPad are far better than TV, you have more interaction with them. Although they can also be miss used or over used. These are useful things to remember along with the good times. File the other negative memories in a folder with an obscure name so they are difficult to recall. Computer nerds will understand this. Other people who are occupied with something active and invigorating will have the heart pumping, the blood flowing and have no time for remorse. You can work off a lot of tension when you are engaged in physical activity.

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Words in a frame, were they ever spoken?

Actions are more effective than words. You can read a recipe-book full of culinary delights and remain hungry. It is the action when we bite into the food savouring the texture, tasting  and chewing it thoroughly extracting all essence, before letting it slip down the strawberry lane, that our hunger is appeased. It is no good giving words to the starving, or kind thoughts, even prays are useless.

Do all those TV ads satisfy our hunger, all they do is make us want more and feed our greed?

 Our world is being hijacked, taken over by commercialism and our mindless inactivity is letting it happen. Open your eyes and open a book and read for a change. You may like to read “Fast Food Nation.” By Eric Schlosser. It spills more than coffee, it spills the beans.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

To be always wanting is to be never satisfied.

Why were they the ‘good old days,’ when I could piss over the moon, (no prostrate problems) no TV, no financial worries? Most of us have fond memories of our childhood activity, think of the simple pleasures we had. Today children are being taken over by TV and molested by advertising. No need to completely give up the things we enjoy just be aware of what is beneficial. By mindlessly sitting and letting big corporate business dictate to us what we must have, makes people want what they don’t needed. You will not spill coffee if, you break the habit, drink a glass of clear water, to flush your system. The caffeine is just waste your system has to expel.

In fear of our fellow man we bread fear in our neighbours.

In fear of our fellow-man we breed fear in our neighbours.

Bad memories can be compensated by a bad memory. Memories are history and the winners record the history and the losers are left with regrets. When history is honestly looked at, were they discoverers or invaders, were they settlers or squatters; are they freedom fighters or vicious, greedy, guerrillas? They were the enemy, why are they now our friends?

If you want to see it from their point of view you have to change your position to see their view-point.

To stand in their position you will have a different perspective or your picture will be distorted. Was it necessary all the carnage, or was it only to promote business, producing bombs to blow up and destroy to create work to rebuild? We must remember, at the end of the day, at the going down of the sun, lest we forget and spill more coffee.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

Love to see the beauty of a sunrise but for some it has set.

 

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In Geelong.

In Geelong.

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Helen Reddy probably best known for her song “I am Woman” sang a lot of songs with a good message. Back in the mid 70’s, she sang the best part of a good love is “Free and Easy.” Another one I liked was “And I Love You So.”  Another Australian favorite song was Olivia Newton John’s “Magic” you have to believe we are magic, I like inspirational songs.

Noe of Jack's jotting.

One of Jack’s jotting.

The right choice of music can lift you out of depression or a lazy mood or calm you if you are excited. I choose the type of music depending on how I want to feel.

Take the rains and ride.

Take the reins and ride.

Fair-ground merry-go-round music too, can have a subliminal effect bringing back old memories. Olivia sings, “Please mister please”, and the line, “don’t play sweet 17, I don’t ever want to hear that song again.” That is good advice if you are between merry-go-round rides. In time you will have no problem with those songs, time is a great healer.

Up & down it changes round.

Life changes round with ups & downs.

Most songs have associations with the past, it is best not to dwell in the past, except for songs that recall past joys. Music can recall those happy days and nights.

A symbol of love.

My favorites were once top hits, but like me that was back in the 60s and 70s, even much further back than that. Am I past my use by date? I sure am not rocking and rolling as I used to. But I will keep dancing till the music stops.

A rose for your thoughts.

A rose for your thoughts.

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In Tune with life.

Jack’s Cantina

Marty Robbins’ songs date back to the 50’s, the gun slinger ballads. “El Paso,” “Night time would find me at Rosas cantina, music would play and Filina would whirl, one night a wild young cowboy comes in, dancing and daring a drink he was sharing, with wicked Felina the girl that I love, I challenged his right for the hand of this maiden, down went his hand for the gun that he wore, in less than a heart beat his challenge was answered, the handsome young cowboy lay dead on the floor.” Hollywood movies and songs like this made me a milk-bar cowboy. It was a red sports coat and no white carnation; I was the Milky Bar Kid pushing juke box buttons.

The Milky Bar Kid On The Dominator.

“Kaw-Liga (Kalayja) was a wooden Indian standing by the door. He fell in love with an Indian maid over at the antique store, Kaw-Liga too stubborn to let it show, so she could never answer yes or no.” Marty’s hit song “The Story Of My Life,” was written with a Dobro guitar and a Dodge car. The music we encountered in our travels makes us think of our life story, the people, places and all that we once held dear perhaps loved . Memories we recalled when songs are played, take us back down that long road of no return to the land of what might have been.

Cowboys.

“When some button pushing cowboy plays that love song and here I am just missing you again.” Olivia Newton John sings that song and some songs affect you in that way. “The Carnival Is Over.” I first heard Judith Durham sing back in the mid sixties and it still causes strong emotions in me. Those two Australian singers I like, not only because of their voices, but also the choice of songs and the memories they bring back. Music touches our heart in a way no other art form can. It is mood provoking. We must be mindful of the music we listen to because it can change our mood. Some songs from a joyous youthful era lift our mood. Then there are the bitter sweet songs of the past with their pensive recollections. That can provoke a melancholy, sentimental feeling of indecision of its merits. This is the time to remind ourselves, it is the now we are living in.

The cowboy out back with the FJ.

I do not regret the decision to sail off to foreign lands I was not ready to settle down. “My heart knows what the wild goose knows and I must go where the wild goose goes”, Frankie Laine, back then I empathized with those words. Like in the movie I escaped through those “Sliding Doors” to Napoli. “La Paloma”, no language barrier, music and a smile are the universal language. “Her eyes were deeper than the bay of Napoli.” Did she return to the Trevi Fountain was thirty lira enough, “I wonder who is kissing her now. I wonder who is teaching her how, Breathing sighs, telling lies; I wonder who’s buying the wine for those lips that I used to call mine. I wonder if she ever tells him of me.” Had the doors not closed my life would have been different but still full of “Heart Ache By The Number,” I was ignorant, a wild goose ready for plucking.

James with geese Pukekura Park.

The carnival is not over I am riding on a merry-go-round, with ups and downs and around and rounds.  “Hot Chocolate”, “You Sexy Thing.” “Mississippi” the Pussycats only hit. “That was my song that was her song but it’s over.” Like “Bridge Over Troubled Waters”, was her song. “Up in the morning out on the job work like the devil for my pay, but that lucky old sun got nothing to do but roll around the heavens all day.“ That was my song. “Dire Straits,” would have diagnosed “Industrial Disease.” No letter, no “Dear John.” “I heard it through the grape vine and I nearly lost my mind.” “Only The Lonely.” Mick was right, “You Can’t Always Get What You Want.” Some songs can motivate and keep us going.

Blues on Broad Beach.

“Xanadu.” “Magic,” you have to believe we are magic. Nothing can stand in our way. If all your hopes survive, your destiny will arrive, and bring all your dreams alive for you.” Then “Before The Next Teardrop Falls” “Jumping Jack Flash,” You know “Thin Lizzy,” well “The Boys Are Back In Town.” “Cream”, “The Sunshine of Your Love,” “Eric Clapton.”  “Stand By Me” “I Want to Hold Your Hand.” “A Whole Lot a Lovin’,”  “Leo Sayer” would sing, “You Make Me Feel Like Dancing.” “With a Rebel Yell, “Billy Idol cried “More, more, more,” and “Another One Bites The Dust,” “Queen,” “Rolling On The River,” Tom Jones. It was “Late In the Evening,” with “Paul Simon,” “Love Is in The Air,“ not “Under The Boardwalk,”  “Down Under,” “Men at Work,” “When They Begin The Begin,” N.Z. 1982 “Hands Up,” eight weeks the top hit, still my top hit.

Jumping Jacks son Jason.

There is a lot more memorable music we embrace and hold tightly to our hearts. We all have our own personal favorites, the music that activates our emotions and shrinks time, taking us back to a long lost past. Like “The Ghost Riders in the Sky,” to an almost forgotten lullaby, that tempts us to break down and cry. But “Even the Bad Times Are Good,”  “There are times in this life of mine. That I think the sun forgot to shine. But as long as you are always there, it don’t bother me for why should I care, when all I got to do is run to you.” “You are My Sunshine, you make me happy when skies are grey, you’ll never know dear how much I love you; please don’t take my sunshine away.”  We will be, “On The Road Again,” with ”Mustang Sally,” at the wheel. “Get your motor running, head out on the highway, looking for adventure and whatever comes our way. Like a true nature’s child, we were borne to be wild. Yeah! Darling, going to make it happen and take the world in a loving embrace.

More adventure off the highway.

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