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Mountain Views-News Saturday, July 8, 2023
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NOW THAT’S RICH
PUT THE LIGHTS
ON
IS THERE A
LOUD TALKER
IN YOUR LIFE?
SUMMERTIME & THE
LIVIN' IS EASY!
STUFF THAT
BOTHERS ME
“Summertime
and the livin’ is easy,
Fish are jumpin’
and the cotton is high
Oh your daddy’s rich
and your ma is good lookin’
So hush little baby
don’t you cry”
I know what you’re thinking. Easy? Livin’? For who?
Whoever wrote that song must not know how tough
life is for us here in 2023.
Ha! The song was written by George Gershwin in
1935 as part of the American opera Porgy and Bess.
Remember 1935? The middle of the great Depression.
Life wasn’t easier in 1935. And the play itself was centered
around the black community. Easy for them?
1935?
Possibly George Gershwin’s finest song, Summertime
evokes a wonderful perspective on how we should
enjoy life, friends and family even in the toughest of
times. (Kudos also to older brother Ira Gershwin,
and DuBose and Dorothy Heyward, who wrote the
lyrics.)
And as you may recall, the self-proclaimed hope and
purpose of my columns is to lighten the load for all
of us. So, to that end, how about some graffiti from
around the world.
“Bad spellers of the world – untie”
“Coffee, a person who is coughed upon”
“Deja moo: The feeling you’ve heard this BS before”
“Dwn wth vwls”
“Earn cash in your spare time – blackmail friends”
(sign over urinal in pub) “Express lane: five beers or
less”
“Help wanted: Telepath. You know where to apply”
“Indecision is the key to flexibility”
“Love is grand; divorce is a hundred grand”
“My daughter thinks I’m nosy. At least that’s what she
says in her diary”
“My mother was the travel agent for guilt trips”
“Perforation is a rip-off”
“Veni, Vidi, Velcro: I came, I saw, I stuck around”
“Whenever I feel blue, I start breathing again”
Finally, it’s embarrassing (not really) for me to keep
promoting my band’s upcoming concerts. But since
you asked (someone ask me) JJ Jukebox is performing
again on July 22 (Saturday night 6:30-9:30) right
here in town at Nano Café. Good food, good drinks,
good dancing, good friends and totally tubular music
from the 1960s-70s. What more could you want?
Make reservations by calling Nanos (626) 325-3334.
Best to call after 4:00 Wednesday through Saturdays.
322 W. Sierra Madre Blvd.
Have a good week everyone here in SoCal…where
the livin’s easy!
“We are the Cubs from Den 3/And
no one could be prouder/If you
cannot hear our shout/We’ll yell a little LOUDER.”
That chant from my Cub Scout pack-meeting days
comes to mind as I explore the issue of moderation-
challenged speakers, or, as the prestigious
American Psychiatric Association clinically labels
them, “bozos who wouldn’t know an indoor voice
if it bit them on the rear.”
Surely you could name some loud talkers. Maybe
you are a loud talker. When you overhear people
whispering about boorish behavior, perhaps
you should consider asking, “Lord, is it I? I said,
LORD, IS IT I????”
Booming voices disseminating too-much-information
revelations are everywhere: across the
hedge, in the classroom (my second-grade teacher
Mrs. Shubert dubbed me “Old Cannon Mouth”),
on the beach, in the grocery store, in the homes of
people who use recorded jackhammer sounds in
their “white noise” machine…
Retailers certainly need all the business they can
get, but frontline employees dread the arrival of
certain clueless extroverts. Everyone in the building
hears them as soon as they enter the front
door. Heck, the store’s vendors in Southeast Asia
hear them as soon as they enter the front door!
You should consider yourself lucky if you meet
an acquaintance who is merely loud. Sometimes
you also get a dislocated shoulder from vigorous
handshaking, a stinging slap on the back and a
public recitation of how you obtained the embarrassing
nickname you’ve been trying to live down
since high school. (“I know you’re trying to get to
the ER, stranger, but the ambulance driver can
wait until you hear about Mr. Who Put the Dissected
Frog in my Jockstrap?”)
Count your blessings (not out loud!) when you
encounter a solo loudmouth. Too often, there are
entire families who have been competing for attention
for generations. (“Yes! Let’s play Twister!
Then I can get even closer to your ear! What? No,
I love YOU more. What? You actually said, ‘let’s
make some s’mores’? I love you even more.”)
It’s obvious that some people unleash the decibels
because they grew up poor in the middle of the
20th century. (“I can’t change my volume because
I can’t find the pliers.”)
I wish all loud talkers could take some subtle hints
when they’re getting carried away, but apparently
many of them are colorblind as well. They mistake
the blood oozing from your ears for sweat.
Don’t fall into the trap of pigeonholing people
purely on the basis of volume. Some people are
loud only intermittently, when they’re excited to
share some news; others are always “on.” Some are
apologetic; some are oblivious. Some are amiable
and earnest with their gushing. Others are downright
obnoxious. Some you make excuses for. Others,
you make burial-in-a-shallow-grave plans for.
Not all loud talkers are egotistical. Some are
preemptively bluffing to cover their insecurities.
(Judging by the intensity of their utterances,
they must think that alien invaders are about to
drain their bank account and induce male pattern
baldness.)
I would shout, “Yahoo!” now that I have met my
deadline, but my wife is sensitive to loud noises,
and I don’t want to trigger
any migraines.
She might throw out my
Cub Scout merit badge
for Untying Sheepshank
Knots by Yodeling at
Them.
Almost as coveted as the
one for Scaring Little
Old Ladies into Crossing
the Street to Avoid You.
Danny Tyree welcomes
email responses at
tyreetyrades@aol.com
and visits to his Facebook
fan page “Tyree’s
Tyrades.”
There are many things that
continue to go on that really disturb me and
I don’t seem to be able to do anything about
them. Yesterday was the 4th of July, a designated
day of celebration. Instead what did
America display. Quoting ABCNEWS.com
“Amid celebrations and fireworks over the
long Fourth of July holiday weekend cities
across the country were left reeling from the
scourge of mass shootings this weekend. The
story I read said that combined, the shootings
this weekend left seven people dead and
46 injured. The Memorial Day holiday resulted
in at least 17 shootings which left 13
people dead and 79 injured in cities across
this country. I don’t know how accurate
these statistics are, I now doubt everything
I hear on the news, but I do know that last
night sounded like a War Zone right here in
Sierra Madre.
People are fearful; perhaps rightly so.
Today school children are driven to School
by a single parent and these single parents in
their cars are lined up around the block to
pick up the kids after school contributing to
all sorts of environmental problems.
I want to keep talking a while about
cars before I go back to the subject of guns.
I am sure you have noticed the single far left
lane of the freeway reserved for cars with
multiple occupants is always pretty empty
while the other four lanes filled with sole
occupant cars are always jammed. I know
that I am also an offender but really something
should be done. There is no question
that gas driven vehicles are damaging to the
overall environment but the single driver
congestion is as bad as it always was. Maybe
the future environment will be less damaged
by electric cars but those noiseless vehicles
present other problems. Twice, here in our
canyon, which has no sidewalks, I have seen
small children endangered as they walked
along the street not hearing approaching
soundless electric cars. Both times, thankfully,
an adult arm reached out and pulled
the children to safety. I worry.
Back to guns. I hate these “patriotic”
holidays wherein wars are celebrated.
Nobody wins a war—there are always huge
numbers of innocent young people killed
over disputes between the rulers of warring
nations fought for the benefit of a favored
few. Yes, money is made from war, business
is good and jobs are plentiful and the
whole things makes me sick. What about
our wonderful Revolutionary War, you say?
Read Candy by Terry Southern wherein a
person driving in the northeast is asked if
they see much of a difference in where they
are now and where they were a few minutes
ago. The driver says he doesn’t see any difference
and the passenger says “Now we are
in Canada which became free from England
without the necessity of war.” Candy was a
“dirty book” I read outside of classes before I
graduated High School. As is clear 65 years
later, this book made more of an impression
on me that any of the books I read in School.
Lots of other things bother me and
before I reach my word limit I will mention
a few. Recently, all kinds of drugs have been
legalized and I want to feel that these drugs
will not interact negatively with the fifteen
or so prescription drugs I take every day. I
recently asked my diabetic advisor, a doctor
of pharmacy, about this and she explained
that she had no knowledge about non-prescription
drugs. A couple of days later I
asked my cardiologist the same thing and he
had no information. I got angry and asked
why he had no information, and he patiently
explained that the Federal Government had,
until recently made no attempt to study the
interactions of prescription drugs and generally
illegal non-prescription drugs. Yes people
have been overdosing and dying but our
wonderful caring government did not want
to do anything to allow people to be more
informed about their (yours and mine) drug
taking.
There are many other things that
bother me but that’s enough for now. I’m
glad you survived the 4th.
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