It was on February 10, 1971 that Carole Kings second, and most popular, album Tapestry was released.
It was released Ode Records and produced by Lou Adler. With over 25 million albums sold it is one of the best-selling albums of all time.
The album received four Grammy Awards in 1972, including Album of the Year. The lead single from the album — “It’s Too Late”/”I Feel the Earth Move” — spent five weeks at number one.
You’ve Got a Friend” written by Carole King, and was included in her album Tapestry of 1971, but was made famous by James Taylor’s cover version the same year. Taylor’s rendition, released as a single from his own 1971 album Mud Slide Slim and the Blue Horizon. The song won the Grammy for Song of the Year.
When I decided to begin this writing adventure, telling my story as I move nearer to the age of 60 and that cross-over, I thought I would be more active. At least a couple of times a week and not skipping ahead more than a week.
It’s not that I really did anything to keep me away I just didn’t come here to post anything.
Maybe I should look what happened in music in the 70’s and post about that. Ummmmm Not a bad idea.
Even though winter doesn’t really seem to be the right time of the year to be nude, especially with the temperatures below freezing, I still spend a lot of my time naked. In fact, as I am writing this, I am sitting at my office desk naked as the day I was born. Now I’m sure you really don’t want to have the thought of a big old lady sitting naked at her desk in your mind, but it is a fact of my life. I really hate clothes.
It seems that here in America, and yes even on the Eastern Shore, nudity is something to be keep out of public. Just look at the case in Ocean City, where there was much ado about nothing about toplessness on the beach. When you look at some of the bathing suits. They hardly cover anything. And if it”s fair for a guy with big bouncing man-boobs to be on the beach topless, why not a woman?
We should get over the idea that many have that being nude equals sex. For those of us who are naturist it’s just a way to feel free. It’s only about sex if that’s the only time you are nude.
The Guess Who was one of the first bands I loved especially American Woman which was released in 1970 when Randy Bachman was still the giuitarist for the band. He would leave shortly after American Woman was released. He would join with BF Turner as Bachman-Turner to release some more great songs.
This Video is of the classic Guess Who when they got back together in 2000 for a tour. One of the best live versions I’ve ever heard (or seen).
And as an added extra feature – American Woman live, albeit edited, version from the 70’s
To be honest the title isn”t really appropriate, since I’m not in the mood for anything. I’m actually in a mood.
I know that at times I got through bouts of depression. And right now I’m going through one of those episodes. I have never been able to afford going to see someone about them. Often I will self treat myself. One thing I have been able to avoid is self-medication. I’m not one to take a bottle of booze off the the self and drink myself in to a drunken stupor. Although I have seen people do that.
Usually for me I will just crawl up into a ball. Well that’s more of a metaphor, since I don’t actually crawl up into a ball. What I will usually do is just sit in my comfy chair and stay inside. Sometimes I will just mope. Other times I will sit in front of the TV and binge watch. Although the binge watching may be a channel and not a show.
I usually know when I get into a mood. Most of the times I have no idea what put me into it, nor what I can do to get out of them. I guess one bright spot is that I do acknowledge that I am in one. That sure wasn’t always the case.
I’m sitting here writing this and in a way, I am feeling better. Which is a good thing, I suppose. But I still feel like shutting out the world and just hide from it.
Is it the weather? The time of the month? Just my life in general? These are always questions I have and I never do seem to come up with an answer.
But for me, I’m going to put this away. Turn on the TV and get lost for awhile. It”s usually not too long.’
There were a lot of groups that I followed closely in the 70’s. But the Ian Anderson led, Jethro Tull, was not one of them. I really don’t know why? I suppose they are one of those artists that have to grow on you.
This You-Tube video is from a 1977 concert at the old Cap Center in DC.
Looking back on last night, I wish that having a weird dream did happen. What actually occurred was that as I was settling in to get some sleep an old relationship came to mind. And it was there all night.
Without getting into too much detail, just after I came back to live on the shore and before my days and night were spent being a caregiver, I started a relationship with a man. He was unhappily married. There were reasons for him not leaving the relationship that had turned more into living as roommates than a married couple. Something I understood and accepted.
We enjoyed many hours together. Our love for each other was exchanged. I really do believe he loved me. Maybe he still does. And in a certain way I loved him too. But I decided that things were getting too serious and ended the relationship. In a way it was the hardest decision I ever made. I loved our time together and the sex was quite satisfying.
Many thoughts came to mind last night. From the day we met to the day until I told him that we should just be friends and not lovers. Remembering the good times and the sex. Wondering if even after calling it off things would have been different if I had more free time. We talked about getting together as friends, but our schedules never seemed to come together. As I thought back on it, I’m thinking it may have been me not wanting the schedule to mesh.
The thoughts kept the sleep away. Finally around 3am I napped for a bit before the sun came out to say ‘Hello Sunshine’
I haven’t seen him for a couple of months. Part of me wants to see him again. Another part says let it go. Even as I write this I don’t know what to do. I’ll probably do nothing other than think about him from time to time.
As I happened to mentioned on my very first post, I am a child of the ’70’s and when I listen to music it’s mostly from that time period. Although there are some modern artist I really like Pink is one of them.
Anyway I have decided since I am often on You-Tube looking for songs that I may not have heard in awhile, or live performances I’ve not seen before I have decided to do a feature I call 70’s Music Revisited. I’ll be posting from time to time links to you-tube.
Chicago has always been my favorite Band, and I love Terry Kath’s guitar work. Today, January 23rd, is the anniversary of the day he died from accidental gunshot wound to the head. What better way to revisit the music of the 70’s from one of the decade’s legends. Jimi Hendrix was a big admirer of his guitar playing. Kath’s guitar work can best be heard with his guitar solo in Chicago’s song 25 or 6 to 4. He may not have ever played the solo the same way twice in any of his live performances.
This morning I woke up and decided to look back on what I had written yesterday. After adding a few words, changing a few sentences I hit the ”Publish” button.
So it this journey has officially begun.
The day so far has been uneventful. Yesterday almost seemed like summer since the cold spell of early January snapped this past weekend.
I’m Stephanie Georgina. Not a name that I have ever liked. Stef or Stevie even less. Although for a time in the 70’s when Stevie Nicks was popular, I did give Stevie some serious consideration.
One day when I was about 8, my grandfather said to me, “Hi Sunshine”. I liked being called that and I started to call myself Sunshine. Well, at least during my school days and into college. In the late 70’s Sunshine started to seem too much of an old hippie name. I shorted it Sunny. And been Sunny most of my adult life. I have recently gone back to Sunshine. Being an old hippie now seems to be what I want to be.
So please just call me Sunshine.
I have been thinking about doing a blog for awhile. I’m now nearly 60 years old, and semi-retired, living in the area where I grew up after being away for a long time. In many ways it’s familiar, but there are also a lot of new discoveries.
Recently I was sitting listening to music and getting mellow with a friend. We started talking about life, liberty and happiness. I happen to mention that I had thought about doing a blog in the past. The conversations went something like this;
“Why don’t you start”
I answered, “Because blogs are so 2000’s.”
“Maybe, but why not start one. I’ll help create it.”
My friend is much more technology literate than I am.After deciding on a theme, “The musings of an aging wannabe Flower Child” we put it together and here we are.
Why ReHeated Coffee?
Short answer – I had always thought that in ways blogs were ways of using yesterday’s coffee to tell their story. And I wanted to use yesterday’s Coffee. But that domain name was not available. Thinking more about how yesterday’s coffee is fixed, we realized that to drink it needed to be reheated.
So here we are the beginning of ReHeated Coffee.
As an overweight woman nearing 60 there are a few things I have come to accept about me and my life:
– I am plus-sized – OK, maybe a bit bigger than plus-sized;
– I have stretch marks, My tummy jiggles and My tits sag;
– I’m still interested in Sex – Just others may not be interested in having sex with me;
– I’m Bi-sexual;
– My once long dark hair is grey, although still some what long;
– I am an orphan – Both my Mom and Dad have died;
– I am a moderate liberal;
– And I love where and who I am.
Where will this blog and my musings take me?
That is a good question, one that even I don’t know for certain.
For the past few years I have been the caregiver for an elderly relative and during that time I had plenty of thoughts going through my mind that I should have put on paper (although in the 21st century I suppose it’s to put it in the cloud), but didn’t. I sometimes regret that and some of the postings here may be me recalling those times.
I’m not an artist, but I appreciate art of all types. And at times even dabble in artistic ventures. For now I’m a writer. Probably not a very good one, you the reader can judge for that yourself.
I am a fan of music of the 70’s and may look revisit the Music of the ’70’s
I am thinking I may do some poetry. Or erotic fiction.
