Rosewood Bitters

I've been wondering what exactly comprised 'Rosewood Bitters'.  Well, I need wonder no more.  This from Wikipedia:

Bitters refers to an alcoholic beverage with herbal essences. While I could find no particular reference to a bitters made with rosewood, bitters is usually used to make cocktails, as it is very strong. Typically, they are flavored with citrus, bark or roots of various kinds. 

Rosewood Bitters refers to a Tea made from the seeds of the plant called Hawaiian Baby Wood Rose(Argyreia nervosa) The plant contains an alkaloid that can cause psychedelic effects. The alkaloid present is ergine (LSA) which is a precursor to LSD and is a Schedule III Illegal drug in the USA. 

Rosewood Bitters is a term referred to in the title song Rosewood Bitters by Joe Walsh and performed by the Michael Stanley Band. The lyrics say "And the rosewood bitters, wake me with a smile in the morning and help me through the night when I feel blue."

I do believe though that the credit here is wrong.  Michael Stanley, hailing from no place other than Cleveland, Ohio, wrote the tune.  Joe Walsh had a hit with it. Love this guy's guitar.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=NhicyLcmFP4

The Lights Go Down

So.  I may have mentioned a TIME or two that I have music playing in my mind's eye all day long.  No telling what the triggers are.  This one came to me today on a rooftop as I was trying to avoid wasp stings.  Crafty little buggers they are.  I dislike stings more than just about anything.

I do love this song and the group that recorded it.  Must get out that turntable.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=MMLiqytNJTc

In My Dreams

In my dreams
sometimes
I am at your feet

Bound prostrate
Silk stockings
Wrist and ankle

Artifice
Of feminine beauty
Captivates otherwise

In my mouth
Salt of your sweat

Indifferent
You are not
To my struggles

Torment sublime
Breath of life
restricted
between your toes

Wry smile
Your lips
You contemplate
The next

Erection
Turgid tribute
Your wicked intent

A crop
Your hand
Welts on my person
your estate

Tongue unfettered
Salve a day in leather
On your clitoris
In your behind
Key and lock

to you,
I belong
As you take me inside

My soul, I know
Can not refrain

Now clean me
You bid
I do as you say

Massage
A candle
Sweet chardonnay

Say it
You adjure
I confess what it is

In my dreams

The Ohio Players

I've had the pleasure to know many a firefighter.  I think they are a group unique in and of themselves.  Notorious pranksters, unselfish, work hard, love good, play and play some more.  There are exceptions of course, but that is my recollection.  Many share another characteristic not perhaps so evident:  they like to play with fire.

Then there is this.  Funk circa 1975 straight from the source of 'cool'.  Must be something in the water.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=Y47G-Wa4qfs

Your shoes....

I think I've been mistaken about my self for some time.  I used to think I was a masochist, and perhaps I am.

I've been doing some electrical work.  I've always dabbled, switches and whatnot, but I'm rehabbing a house.  As I crawled though ground glass, in an attic that was probably hot enough to bake bread, pulling 12/2 romex along with me, I reflected that if I were indeed a masochist I would've chosen this as my profession.  Add the real possibility of death and it's quite a rush.

I have lifelines with friends who are pros, and I call them for guidance and support. When I lament the agony they laugh and say, 'Yeah, I know.'

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_detailpage&v=ZPfRvSIK-Tc

Hey you boy!

Queen, one of my favorite bands the late 1970's.  Blows my mind that that they could produce something raw like this:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=54j5GxFAafg

and practically in the same breath.... I would surely die if you dismiss me from your love.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=J8Q7UMT95Nc

Find these on vinyl, get a turntable and some real speakers and let these tunes shake your bones.

Missing you today, Freddie.

Ouch!

Happy New Year, Y'all! 

I've always admired folks who have athletic ability, perhaps that's because I have little of my own.  In particular, ballerinas and others who dance.  I dated a dancer or two back in the day.  One had studied ballet for years.  Amazing thighs she had.  Employed them to squeeze my head when I was providing oral ministrations.  I didn't doubt that she might have killed me at such times if she wished.  Miss that.

I corresponded recently with a friend who was a long time ballet dancer.  She complained that her feet were killing her just then.  I suggested that she might get her boyfriend to rub them for her.  She said that they hurt so bad that massage would be more painful than beneficial.  If they were anything like the ones below, no wonder.  This was labeled NYC ballet.  Ouch!!