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#BOTB double post with duel between stars

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Hello, rock n’ roll kittens & dawgs!  Technically, I’m still on break. I goofed up last month by not posting the results of  the Mr. Bojangles #BOTB showdown with the onset of DH getting laid off (this is what created the disruption to my blogging ~ a pleasant, but unexpected routine buster all the same) for the umpteenth time over the course of our 36 years of marriage.

Anywho, if you weren’t keeping a count and I seriously doubt that any of you did not mentally take note of the tally for both contenders, but on the off-chance you are clueless (my normal state of mind) then let me say Nina Simone shot Nancy Wilson out of the ballpark with a 15 to 2 victory.

Most of y’all felt, and I agree, that a female vocalist didn’t suit the song, but I wanted to do something different because…well, I’m different. 😀 However, it seems no matter which two artists/band I choose to dual the vote count is usually lopsided.

Today battle I’m using an oldie from the 60s, Mr. Tambourine Man. It’s hard to beat the The Byrds 1965 cover of Bob Dylan’s original. So….I’m taking a fun approach.  I found two artists who are better known as movie stars performing this classic tune. After you listen, then share in comments who gets your vote and why.





Who gets your vote Kevin Costner, the more serious singer style or William Shatner, the more dramatic cheesy version? Both have their pluses and minuses. In a weird sorta of way, I kinda like Shatner’s form, but I haven’t totally decided who gets my vote yet.

I’m still on my blog break, but plan to pop in from time-to-time. Meanwhile join me for more epic battle showdowns and to learn how this all works by visiting STMcCP.

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Have a bandtastic day!

Day 3 of 30 – Get To Know Me Blog Challenge

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First Kiss

Welcome to day three of  my GTKM Blog Challenge.  I thought this would be fun to share.

Do you remember your first kiss? No, I’m not talking about a real lip locker.  I mean that first innocent kiss.  To this very day, I remember mine.  It was in the spring or summer time of year.  My Kindergarten class had gone on a picnic.  No, I wasn’t the teacher.  I was a Kindergarten.

I recall it as if it were yesterday.  I had fair skin and natural platinum blond hair that barely touched my shoulders.  I was a teeny tiny five-year-old.  It was the mid-60s.  I wore dresses…short dresses most of the time.  That was the style.  Don’t blame me, I wore what my mother put me. Chances are whatever I was wearing was a hand-me-down garment, but I didn’t know any difference as it was new to me.

As I said, the class was on a picnic.  The way my memory serves me, we were having our lunch under a pavilion or perhaps indoors.  This was a lot of years ago.  The other kids were outside playing as the teachers watched.  The cooks were cleaning up in another room.  My boyfriend…okay he was a boy and he was a friend, but did I really understand what a ‘boyfriend’ was at five?  I don’t know, but I’ve always had this sense I knew he was kind of special to me.  We secretly slipped back into the building where we thought no one would find us.  We got underneath one of the tables for even more secretiveness and there, Roger gave me a kiss…my first kiss!

Did I hear church bells or fireworks or soft music playing above my head? Nope, nothing. Instead, at that precise moment, (how could it have been any better timed?) when who should come into the room, the cooks!  They found us exchanging kisses.  My face flashed every shade of red in the universe.  The cooks were not just ‘cooks’. One of the cooks was my MOTHER. These women seemed to think it was cute and precious, and blah, blah, blah.  But, all I wanted to do was crawl under a rock.  In fact, the rest of the day I  avoided all the others. I was certain everyone else knew about Roger and I stealing our first kiss.  Could it be at such a young age, I understood something about gossip?  In hindsight, I must have realized a tad about it.  No doubt it was from hearing the old women talking out of turn about someone as a child.  “Oh be careful little mouth what you say?”

Hmm, maybe I should have filed sexual harassment charges against Roger or complained that these women violated my privacy. After all that I was my first kiss.  Oh wait, that was in the days when such ridiculousness didn’t exist. An age of innocence and no need for retribution social justices needed.  It’s funny, how I’ve kept that memory in the recesses of my mind.  I wonder if Roger remembers, too? Probably not. 😀