Blast from the Past, An Observation.


That Idiom refers to a song from the past. But a song doesn’t mean that it has to be music. I have been recently listening to the music of the 1960’s and 70’s. Some I like and some still turn me off. When I was in high school, I collected all the top songs of the day. Back then they were 45rpm singles with one song on it. I had a hard case to carry the 45 singles around. When I would go to parties, I would bring the case with me to listen to music. If you wanted, you could buy the whole album to listen to. Radio stations would play the music and we would listen and dance. The DJ’s of today came from people playing music back then.

People listen to songs from every different genre. I even like classical music. But the song I am referring to isn’t the music that you hear with your ears. The song I am referring to is the one that you hear with your heart. Everyone grows up wanting to become something. As a kid, we wanted to be firemen or soldiers. Some wanted to doctors or lawyers. But no matter the path we took, we all heard the song that call us to a particular path. That particular song was strong enough in us to motivate us to become whoever.

I have observed that the song in our heart never goes away. It became strong enough in us to choose a path that produce a lifetime of melodies. All along the way in life, people heard our song. Some people agree with our song and some didn’t. But no matter what direction that we took in life, it was our song. The strange thing about that song is that we hear is as strong as it was in the beginning. The blast from the past is our life, our song and our melody. This is just an observation that refers to family, friends, school or work that we orchestrated in our life.

Crain Blanchard.

Joseph1637@juno.com

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Onomatopoeia.


Shall I use the powerful P’s to describe the tingling sensation of properly placed words in a blog? Since I have already written an article about the P’s, I will use some new tantalizing words to describe my writing. Can’t you hear the sizzling new words hot off the griddle? I have been told and believe to this fragrant day that words are food for the soul. You can entice people to delicious meal with words. Or starve them off with same words. It is on how you present your message. They can pop with excitement or fade into a funk. I have written articles that smell so bad you would think someone passed some gas. I destroyed those articles as quickly and unceremoniously as I vaporized them for the good of humanity. Maybe it is time for the powerful P’s. As I ponder my prodigious predicament, I re-evaluated my writing style and came to a conclusion. I will put forth a preposterous statement of prodigious proportion. Ow, I feel good. Today is a most ponderously beautiful day. As one of my beloved sons was in college, it behooved me to tell him how he can write beautiful essay. I told him to write as you speak. The glamorization of the grammar can come after he writes the article. You can express your inner self easier as evaluating someone concocted or contrived story. When I say who are you that is the person you know best. So learning how to relate yourself to this relatively refined world will take some time. But if you apply yourself to the process, it will produce applicable results. And the results will go pop, pop and fizz, fizz. And you will be relieved with the results. Onomatopoeia.

Crain Blanchard.
http://www.joseph1637.com
joseph1637@juno.com

Soliloquy


I don’t always know what I am going to do. I think to myself I do this or that. What is the best way to write a blog? What if people don’t like what I write? It is like Hamlet said, “To be or not to be, that is the question. Am I going to write about myself or do I choose another topic? I have always heard people say, publish or perish. I guess it is true. If I am not out there, no one can read it. But I don’t want to put anything stupid on the page. I want to make my work make sense. I can remember as a younger man, people looking at me side-ways because I didn’t make sense. What I said or wrote was disconnected from people in the world. It may have had to do with the dyslexia I had. It took a long time to work it out in me. I know that is why I went to college and studied communication. All through life I have had many experiences that has led me to writing. I started writing in college. I took an English course on the meaning of words. We broke the word apart and saw its meaning and where it came from. Also I took a business course on letter writing. To be able to convince people to purchase anything. Learning vocabulary and how to use the words effectively was the end result. I am a word meister of as they say in the vulgar or common language. I like the 50 cent words but don’t always have room for them. I have always tried to be concise with my blog. Information doesn’t have to be wordy. Look what Lincoln did at the Gettysburg address. He say in 267 words what the orator said in 2 hours. So I think about what I am going to say. Then I write it down so it makes sense and hope that it relates to people in this world. I am not Shakespeare, but this is a soliloquy.

Crain Blanchard.
http://www.joseph1637.com
joseph1637@juno.com

Alliteration


Years ago, someone asked me how I write blogs. I began to look at my blogs and notice my style. I am different from most people and similar in many ways. My construct has much to do about my environment as it does the news of the day. I try to be inspirational and well as spiritual. Both views have everything to do with who you are. I try not to be religious, although anything that is spiritual is deemed religious by many. This blog and the following two are three different ways I use to write my blogs.

It means to paint a picture with the proper words. Putting on the page words peculiar to your posting. There have been people who want to post a blog and aren’t quite sure what to do. I get comments from all the world. People are people. The only difference between me and them is here and there. I am here. They are there. I was talking to my brother about people who believe they are more special than anyone else. It is unfortunately prevalent in religious circles. And it isn’t predominately in Christianity. It is a religious spirit and is pervasive all over the world. So when you want to write a post, think about who you are and where you are going. You may be the leading expert on anything, but you don’t have to exude it. I use questions to get people positively involved in my blogs. It is to get them to think. Not only about the blog, but themselves. I have done my job if people project a positive attitude about the world they live in. It has nothing to do with age, race, color or creed. It has to do with you being able to think for yourself. I look at the day’s news, the time of year or what the people I know are talking about. Each proposal I put forth each day is unique to itself. So perhaps today it will be about you or maybe it is about me. When you propose a post to put forth on your blog site, take time and ponder who you are and what is going on in this preposterous world. Then laugh and write so people can laugh with you. You look at the pitiful world, you have to laugh or you will cry at their antics. So propose a post and put it properly in order with preposterous words that everyone can understand. Alliteration. The Powerful P’s.

Crain Blanchard.
http://www.joseph1637.com
joseph1637@juno.com

Music for Life.


Growing up I have always had a natural talent. From a young age, I loved music because I had an ear for music. Then I discovered that I could sing on key. I was in the choir most of elementary and high school. Until my voice changed, I sang soprano. I could even hit high C on the musical scale. When my voice changed, I became a baritone and some times I could sing tenor. My father loved classical music, which I still love to listen to today.

During college, I messed around more than studied and didn’t do so well. I studied communications (radio and television) in college. I served in the military after college. Then I got married. I knew it was time to get serious. I secured a job as a music director for a local Christian radio station. There I listened to all the music. Some music was good and some not so good. What I was listening for was the anointing of God. Most albums had 12 songs on it. Yes, this was before CDs. The music companies wanted me to play their choice of music. As I searched for suitable music for the radio station, I would find one or two songs that had the anointing. The criteria for the station was 1) you had to be able to hear the lyrics, 2) it had to lift up the name of Jesus. The station went from a Southern Gospel to Adult Contemporary Gospel music. Most of the time the music I chose wasn’t what the music company wanted. Sometimes I had go-rounds with their representatives. Our goals where different. What I was trying to accomplish was music that lifted people up to trust and believe God. Hope is a powerful thing. God is the author of music. The angels play music all the time. If they aren’t singing, they are playing music. It has a force all its own. As with all of the things of God, there are two sides, faith and doubt. It is the same sword. It can be used both ways. Life and death are in the power of the tongue. With all the music the angels have, there is one song they can’t sing. It is the song of the redeemed. Only we can sing that song to the Lord and all the angels stop and listen to it.

Music is a powerful instrument. If used in the right way, it can uplift people and soothe the savage beast. There are many different forms of music that can inspire us to greatness. And we know that there is music that can destroy us also. That is why it is so important for us to guard our ears when listening to music.

Crain Blanchard.

Joseph1637@juno.com

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As Time goes By.


There is an old song from a movie called As Time goes By. It is a sad love song that makes me feel lonely. The song talks about 2 people who were in love, but circumstances separated them, in particular WWII. They let time slip away and didn’t appreciate the time that they had together. I see people losing their grip on time through similar situations. It’s not a world war that made them lose time, it was their own fault. We are given a certain amount of time in our life. We can’t get any more time. If you look at your life you will see where you lost time in your life. And that time is gone forever. What is that old expression, you can’t go home again.

We want to believe that we are the models of efficiency. But if we look close at our lives, time is relentless. It doesn’t stop for anyone. Time marches on, until the world runs out of time. So it is up to us to use our time correctly. Only you can determine how to use your time. People can steal your time, if you let them. I guess the most important thing in your life is your time.

My life has gone by in a blink of an eye. I still don’t understand how it has gone by so fast. I have tried to use my time as succinctly as possible. I know that I have wasted some of my time, but I have tried to correct it in the long run. So, what am I saying. It all comes down to what you do with your life. In your hand is everything that you will be or can be. And it is up to you how you spend your time on earth in this life. Use your time as efficiently as possible to have the best result for you.

There are a few song that talk about time and how to use it. The best one that I have heard is an old song by Jim Croce. It is called, Time in a Bottle. I have placed the link below to listen to the song. Enjoy.

Crain Blanchard.

Joseph1637@juno.com

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The Power of Words.


We learn to speak when we are young. We can’t wait to able to speak. Many times I have seen small children run around screaming with other children. They were not saying a word, but they were communicating with each other. It can get irritating because of the noise level. But communicating is a real need in our lives. We strive to be understood and become frustrated when we are not. Some people are chatter boxes, while some don’t say two word. Have you ever met someone that didn’t say anything, but you knew what he was saying anyway? It’s interesting how that works. We learn communication all of our lives. Yet, some things are a puzzle.

Words have power. Speaking must be done judiciously. We can encourage, discourage, up lift or destroy with our words. I heard this many years ago, but have found it to be true. You can’t take back hurtful words or reverse what you said. It is like taking a box of feathers to the top of a mountain, then releasing them. Then try to gather all of them back again. You can’t. Our words have a power of its own.

Using our words correctly takes self discipline. We have to learn to speak at the right time. Everybody knows the fable of the boy who cried wolf. In the end, no one believed a word he said. It is important that people can believe what you say. It is not only for your sake, but for others also. This is where using our word correctly comes into play. What if all your words come to pass, just as you have spoken them. I have heard many people say, that kills me or I can’t do that. Guess what, those words come to pass whether or not we want them to. It’s not that we can’t speak. It is speaking the truth and live that way. For as the mouth speaks, so are we.

Crain Blanchard.

Joseph1637@juno.com

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