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Showing posts with label musicians. Show all posts
Showing posts with label musicians. Show all posts

Wednesday, June 9, 2010

Great students and music

Wish you could meet allmy blogging students...who are teaching me. One of the Kelsie Morris, has helped in numerous ways, including adding this music to the blog.

Other than she has been to Denali and I haven't, she's special.

Check the music on my sidebar...

And there's music here for everyone, pick and choose

and for my other students' posts, check The Write Stuff  http://okieprof.blogspot.com

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Portals to my past

I gained a new blog follower this week, from a fellow blogger who is fortunate to live in Mesta Park, that area of wonderful old homes in Oklahoma City. Her blog is Meet Me in Mesta Park.
http://bestamesta.com/
She is a prolific new blogger with a fresh point of view. I've got to learn to post UTube music like she does. Anyway, here's her lead from a recent post: "Some songs have become time portals to my past."

Wow, I just could never put it into such great words. We all have music like that, or the odor of perfume or food like that, don't we? The songs, the smells bring back instant memories, forcing them to the present.

You know I feel that way about Simon and Garfunkel. Two I can't get out of my head are "Sounds of Silence" and "Still Crazy After All These Years." Another, from long ago, is Marty Robbins', "A White Sport Coat and a Pink Carnation." I can still see that girl friend with the long flowing honey blonde hair, at the prom.

But the songs are not just portals to the past--they link me with present tense like a lipstick stain on a wine glass from the night before. It's not nostalgia, but realizing my past and present are inseparable.

Friday, January 8, 2010

Terry M. Clark who?

I always thought that my name might be fairly rare, but Google says otherwise.

I "googled" myself--something you couldn't do 10 years ago--at least in public without embarrassing yourself as people gawked and thought you were being rude or gross.

Instead of just me, I found a bunch of Terry M. Clarks, some with doctors degrees and professors, others with creativity galore, even more than one Terry Michael Clark.

Hmph. I understand being confused with the cute country and western singer Terri Clark. I had to quit wearing a white hat so people wouldn't get us confused.

And the search also shows the great jazz musician Clark Terry, and if I weren't Caucasian, people would confuse us too because of my terrific musical ability.

So, apparently the Terry M. Clark name carries a lot of creativity and intellectual ability. I guess I need to change my nmae huh?