Album Review, “Too Low for Zero” by Elton John

Album Review, “Too Low for Zero” by Elton John

It demands patience on his songs as usual.  Elton has the tendency to make some of the longest modern songs you’ll ever hear and “Too Low for Zero” might prove the concept so much that divorce will crumble for plenty.  Maybe I’m speaking of the 80’s, no?  A lot of rock, pop, crackle, burn, and subtlety will make heads turn toward a song like “I’m Still Standing” even if music is pursued for comforting privilege along the lines between marriage and relationship, as indicated in the narrator’s lover’s fading away across the board as far as destiny is concerned; divorce hurts everybody until the pain can’t fade away without the lust behind pretension for what leads romance into madness above the ground.  Are you a walrus?  Okay, I’ll try taking it down a notch.  Money acts (in some of the songs) like an invisible clue to Elton’s despair for blues and military consequences while promotions get the footing on meanings towards a vacuum for justice, feelings entangled with sanity upon the borders for dignified nations, England and America akin to brothers who don’t belong in the same family but manage to buy a house for the west anyway.  Umbrellas can be useful for all the tears.  Stimulating features in the album include visuals through words as expressed on deceitful beauty taken for granted by most of Elton’s commonplace critics.  No, “Too Low for Zero” wasn’t a comeback; it was a new adventure.  John was going along with changes assumed to be profitable for sharing with interested lovers of art, especially in the Cold War concept.  Poetry is magnified to the point of ancient verbose familiar to insiders for literature like zero, arrow, religion, crystal, saint, face, space, picture, man, cry, tables, times, Christmas, and plenty more in opinions created for enhanced blues, sharply moving beats, and terrific rock.  “Too Low for Zero” should tell us so little about the mere chance for activity as it demands psychology within irrationality construed as fact.  Vision only gets tampered from originality.  Elton says so much out of bounds for summertime weaknesses wherever rhythm points to special favors on hearing as opposed to strict listening techniques.  This is because, through and through, we started making sounds as babies before we ever knew the words.  Poetry listens from what doesn’t listen, so there’s going to be ignition and power with rock-the-board hits like “I Guess That’s Why They Call it the Blues” and “Kiss the Bride”.  My dad’s favorite song is the latter despite the fact I think both are applicable to romantic qualia.  Listen to this album or die.  I’m probably kidding, but you’ll get the idea.

https://youtu.be/h6KYAVn8ons

Restaurant Review, Danny’s Deli & Grill in Ventura, California

Restaurant Review, Danny’s Deli & Grill in Ventura, California

Don’t be afraid of putting more salt on the fries.  Surely the pickles which are complimentary on each table should be eaten in liking according to routine for brown mustard, left near the pickle jar in a clear container with a light, plastic spoon.  But let’s not forget about the sandwiches: New York Style or normal as case permits.  A bakery sits near the host’s register booth and levels off the wooden furniture and glass-like windows with cookies, special desserts, and thick layers of chocolate spread on the shelves between price tags and appearances of food.  I think I feel enough for what Danny’s offers because of all the paintings and photographs left on the surrounding walls to our dining room; the room is exquisitely big, where paintings and photographs are for sale even if customers just want to look at the museum-like art.  Ventura is shown in nice colors through the photographs at times and you can sit at a table with free pickles and a large sandwich while absorbing the atmosphere, taking in the colors around the place where mountain images are fine-tuned for surreal, oceanic presentation since Ventura is located by beach resorts with luxury, soft beds, and a little bit of fresh air however the land wants it.  When visitors travel to Ventura and get their menus at Danny’s they’ll mostly notice the sky outside near the blue shades of wind.  Delicious food complements the taste and we’re digging into bakery treats as fate permits us to spring in the air or summer tomorrow.  At times I’m finding myself at a table close to some abstract painting where my food can smell better due to the comfort I’m donning for privilege, even if subtle and fantastic.  Everything in the deli restaurant feels surreal, uplighting, comforting, like a shopping bag I’ve left for a kid in Santa Paula.  There’s a lot of moments when I think visiting a beach once in a while is better than living in it all the time whether moodiness persists or diminishes.  I lived in Ventura for over 20 years total.  Danny’s is just one of so many restaurants for sandwiches; other examples include Ameci, Jersey Mike’s, and Santino’s.  How my appetite for food is depends on the varying choices which may settle thoughts on privilege, as so.  Turkey pastrami and liverwurst are bound to make everything seem okay until the greatness of dining is realized.  Servers come and go, line of conduct, across the floor among the patrons with food carryouts and typical, everyday dispute on orders heard and received, and they exhibit kindness towards others as customers justify hunger and frustration.  The atmosphere is very nice. 

https://www.yelp.com/biz/dannys-deli-and-grill-ventura

Baseball Review, Diamondbacks at Dodgers (8/30/18)

Baseball Review, Diamondbacks at Dodgers (8/30/18)

At least they’re thinking about babies.  Vision as it is doesn’t get to the height on this baseball game since the Dodgers and Diamondbacks have been locking horns so much we hardly forget to add some ranch for our nuggets later.  Don the identity, players!  So we’re pretty much broken over the Dodgers due to all this commotion on world series games and such, but hey, I’m not pinpointing accuracy myself on matters (my writing at times is over-caffeinated for just the right customers), so why put all the blame on Dodgers and Diamondbacks?  Baseball can get slow where things are going.  You know, I’m feeling pretty lucky on this seat across from the blinking LED.  Futures are tangled with the past as it’s randomly guessed at.  Hits and misses ring in over the Dodger Stadium where brightness is withheld by professionals for memes and stupid-sounding piano keys.  Hey, no offense, I’m just reporting the obvious and making myself questionable for humorous understanding- that’s sarcasm for ya!  Still I don’t think the discussion of Jack’s bowls should be considered foul because nature in our language inevitably makes us seem dumb and familiar for kindness, like a seagull’s breath under a pacific tempest apart from California’s speculation on manners.  A ball will be hit although its bat won’t always guarantee the punch.  Remarkable stuff happens.  I’m sitting, waiting, calling for a strike or a confused ball that results in a strike, and we can’t keep waiting for miracles when they’re going to happen anyway.  And I don’t like these Californians who think there’s no such thing as majestic quails and happy meals; in fact, such rough nature from those jerks is unattractive, macho, and belligerent.  There!  Maybe my thoughts will turn an idiot’s head around.  We can be so vain when we’re trying to confirm reality before us.  Why not just appreciate baseball, see the angels, turn the dogs, mind business, mind sincerity?  TV commercials can be so obnoxious.  Are you one of those Dodger fans who goes to a line, sees that it’s busy, and walks away to get food somewhere else?  If so, you’re probably my enemy.  I don’t like customers who “show their stuff” like that!  Give me a dog, give me a wrapper: I’ll wait in line.  I’ll even eat YOUR food for you!  Geesh, what a monster.  Next thing you know, a turkey will land on my treasure and ask for feathers.  Let me tickle you guys.  The Dodger game won’t demand lots of attention from all the missing points.  We’ll be stuck here.  That is, until the next good game.

http://www.latimes.com/sports/dodgers/la-sp-dodgers-diamondbacks-20180830-story.html

"Dry Rose" by GameUniverso (let me introduce myself)

"Dry Rose" by GameUniverso (let me introduce myself)

This is a photo of a dying rose from my Galaxy 9 phone, edited with Photo Editor Pro and Fotor.
Late summer evening, mature green color.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/Dry-Rose-761885390

Album Review, “Like a Virgin” by Madonna

Album Review, “Like a Virgin” by Madonna

It’s provocative just from the nature exhibited on love and relationships.  Perhaps there’s a hug Madonna realizes to exist that separates flesh from space as described in her visionary art for materialism, reliance, and angel food.  Here I’m meaning “food” in the Biblical sense: ideas, as far as ideas go.  Women should become angels for what’s provided by Madonna’s vision for money and power since our emotional being revolves around sensation more than intellect, something to which she addresses in a good share of negativity along the lines- right and wrong, spiritually- while romance is enhanced from personality as a whole rather than mere speculation, as men may know enough to let women rain over them through magnificent beauty and pointless refutals.  Oh yeah, I’m probably noting a lot about this.  Picturesque tales will be shot in glittery ribbons.  At times I find myself to be at odds where thoughts count for sanity even if doubts are curtailed in shape and fashion by this mother’s tongue I’m spitting words in.  Visuals get repeated in rounds of applause for what “Like a Virgin” is worth.  Feeling dizzy, like those rhythms indicated in “Material Girl”, exceeds on sensation until pinpointed accuracy is reached in harmony of dispute for feminine privilege, education where it stands for lyrical happenings as shown in its music video and old, rotten fossils on eBay.  Sometimes I think getting old is the best part about being young like the breeze from within at grasp for sensation against false moments into intellect, as given in memorable sizes of imagination.  Opinions go through me and out the other way.  Teeming music reigns supreme on command near stereo flow.  Madonna has provided songs and lyrical appeal as opposed to just a popular assortment of looks during music’s demands concerning faithful originality in all its pure bliss over hits out of sheer force and applicable entertainment, as “originality” can mean a number of things related to cultural references in addition to sanity, privilege, and longing creativity.  Truth or dare?  Anything in “Like a Virgin” relies on a mixture of the two.  Sex itself leaves us with questions on people as long as the thought counts or otherwise seems to make everything valuable and lets us realize the truth.   

https://youtu.be/6p-lDYPR2P8

Album Review, “Breaking Hearts” by Elton John

Album Review, “Breaking Hearts” by Elton John

Sometimes people think they’re lying when facts are being created in so much accuracy because judgement may discern or reckon with those information bits on the wrong channel, naturally as vision leads to power, opinion marked for broke whenever a listener judges a statement based on internal reasoning, external reasoning, or both, depending on the case.  “Breaking Hearts” most certainly takes its place between those lines of reasoning to a whole new level where poetry stares at our faces in dark, questionable romance.  Everything includes breakups, identity, poison, radio, psychosis, neon, jail, dreams, hope, and more of those things which make romantics despicable until borders of reasoning are stretched beyond acceptance for loosened privilege.  Each song in “Breaking Hearts” has a cavity filled with ink, sounds, and purpose, on aid and reason as far as mentality goes for broken stuff along the freedom and oppression combined into society’s insanity within goals approved of for nature, extremes to be met where the sun shines less upon us from the sheer darkness realized of spirit under falling waves, falling motion, ideas as rained on from so much power of Elton John’s dispute against hours on end heading to the stars, children singing in style over religious-like stamina.  Love is given more question marks than necessary to an average person since poets like Elton are visionaries seen as irritants overreaching into hills where silence can be deemed necessary by some of Earth’s fools.  To this day I still get negative votes on my comments for PoemHunter due to extremes among us in questionable viewpoints, although maybe people should ask themselves the right questions as fate permits them.  Of course, we ought to define motives based on natural fiction for those very moments during heavy questioning of stars themselves for conduct, space as given and imagined under our footsteps built to last upon emotional being.  Sir Elton John is greatly enthused and dreams of things in our world.  A lot of my education in writing, literature, and poetry has come from great artists as opposed to frustrated artists like most teachers and principles in their offices and classrooms, for, through and through, public schools often forbid students from exploring the dangers out there because their workers and affiliates don’t want to gamble on health, judgement, and influence.  On all this poetry may laugh in their faces.  How could a teacher ever hope to be a genius without risk?

https://youtu.be/X23v5_K7cXk

Movie Review, “The Nightmare Before Christmas”

Movie Review, “The Nightmare Before Christmas”

Jack is so hopeless and romantic that he can’t have authority which expresses feeling on enough power, rendering him useless to his appetite until dark weeds settle on dispute between royalty and certain destruction.  Vision as it is in the movie complicates matters from intriguing enough problems for startling the director’s focus of clay figures.  Macabre itself can’t compete with Jack’s triste into subtle fashion for horror although opinions of his are reconciled by outsiders to be gruesome and unrealistic, so maybe I’m more disinterested about the film’s caveat as far as popcorn-eating and evil love is concerned- besides all that, I’m more than happy to say I’m grossed out from the stimulated presentation as consciousness gets the better of my emotional being, or at least I’d like to think so.  Perhaps I mean the other way around.  Emotions and consciousness seem reversed in this halloween flick.  A lot of graphics are presented but I don’t see much existence from the ghostly dog who follows Jack along from a forbidden grave to a hidden star.  It may sound like I’m giving spoilers despite the fact my review just presents the shreds of thought given by its director’s confusion for dirt, gravel, and weird shades of grey.  Minions and enemies combine into a gamble when Jack approaches ropes apart from sleighs and slice-and-dice poker card robots.  What does that look like?  You’ll have to see the movie to believe my review.  Even Jack’s striped uniform is questionable: grave, subtle, magnificent, and daring on birth rights for a given corpse from Kentucky as “Mr. Unlucky”.  He might be anything depending on perspective and inconsistent doubts.  Poetry often dies on itself and “The Nightmare Before Christmas” makes the case evident to imperfection based on rumors along the lines, as thus provided for.  Zombie references will make your heart trickle with a simple notion of love, despair, and restless goals, for, on a given note, a doctor with half a brain may give enough frogs for a new holiday soup.  Terrible things go on in the movie.  Who knows?  Who cares?  A king’s passing may be about as justified and dignified as a snail’s departure into Neverland.  (A new king and queen will be seen in this film at the end.  The movie doesn’t call them that, so watch out.)   

https://youtu.be/Mif7XaDiN-M

Videogame Review, Super Cobra for the Atari 5200 SuperSystem

Videogame Review, Super Cobra for the Atari 5200 SuperSystem

It’s going to be quite hard writing after leaving Super Cobra on its finisher.  Adventure can be imagined from playing the 3rd-person shooter because the program implies a good deal of serendipity in a harsh, 8-bit tone, fields of war mongers around me as far as the eye can see; I guess this means an “eye” could use a lot of definitions in expressing gameplay mechanics through glee, aggression, confusion, and wild mania.  The ending gives me a “congratulations” billboard across the TV screen before I add more money to the void.  Where does the money go?  No, I mean, on the TV screen.  Old games like Super Cobra present us the results in partial vision and it’s up to us to complete the picture in our heads.  Manuals help.  But the whole game is the nature you’re involved with while picking up speed on different occasions and nailing it over rock-hard enemies and tapestry hanging against walls at the crust.  A money package will come across your way before you reach the home base.  War, though, is pretty unavoidable.  Peacetime is only going to appeal on so much evidence before it gets changed from ongoing decisions, ongoing movements, and ongoing feelings between yourself and enemy lines- a small way can lead to bigger paths towards the vacuum either enemies are in or you’re resting on from lack of focus and pinpoint accuracy.  Super Cobra was an early videogame for the Atari 5200 at the time which used turbo/rapid fire prior to NES Max controllers release.  So, how does the rapid fire work?  You don’t see a “turbo” button on the 5200 controller and what Super Cobra instructs you to do is press the bottom red fire buttons at once, lifting and dropping the helicopter according to will and instinct until matters get handled through enough luck to give us the courage and strength for proven skills.  Ports of serious-looking vibes rain on your parade as often as it rains on mine unless taste for our hands is different from one another’s, which is likely, because what you’re tasting with your hands probably differs from what I taste with my hands.  Gameplay always has things to do with taste.  Here I can toggle the joystick in numerous manners including pinching and poking as shown in touch on Earth for what’s power on dispute or vision under command.  Fingers and wrists will be shaken and twitching for relaxation.  Call it hell.  Normally it’s not apparent for us to kick gears and head to the other side on helicopters and people behind our backs; then again, I’m pretty much stalking on weight within borders understood as gates into chaos along discordant opportunities.  Well at least the game’s the one doing it!  

Movie Review, “Hook”

Movie Review, “Hook”

Peter Pan and Hook both have their share of arrogant strength in terms of reality although the movie’s fiction makes their personalities neat, humorous, and terrifically awful.  Of course, I don’t recommend acting like them in real life.  Stage plays and theater drama often function against what’s real due to our boredom and tears with real-life happenings.  But Hollywood usually does speak through tampered visions like what we see in Peter Pan’s psychology and Captain Hook’s psychology- both men exhibit their ways of common sense greatly and magnificently because of their high-end philosophies for world destruction and timely peace.  Disjointed viewpoints become apparent in “Hook” from the very nature of competition among heroes and villains alike as far as Hollywood and other movie-production geographies are concerned; drama is lit in “Hook” to an exotic presentation kindled more for comedy than sheer life.  I’d like to remind critics and reviewers out there that great movies give us something to think about while being relatively safe due to acting and pure fiction.  Very rarely is a movie absolutely real.  Real life, as we’re in it right now, demands so much patience that artists can’t help but give special ideas since vision and power are leaking into each other on a fantastic whim rather than normal, everyday behavior.  Besides all this there’s plenty to remark on with “Hook”.  Graphics and light get tangled into overextended reality for the actors on stage until pure fiction comes into existence and melts into kindness even on the bad guy’s side.  That’s not what we can say of our true colors of mortality; survival instincts kick in from time to time in our real Earth when nations proceed with security and means of dominance, but any and all offense and defense in reality has to do with luck and sanity artists could never really handle. Robin Williams would roll over in his grave if another critic happened to dismiss all movie productions to the point of disinterest and boredom when Hollywood and other places were helping humanity more and more to make us reach equality and justice for all, bit by bit, as history permitted it.  “Hook” is really funny and provides us with a good education on right and wrong.  Is that what Rotten Tomatoes is calling “syrup”?  Peter Pain in the movie has been living a life up to the point where his livelihood is fixed by Earth’s mortality of love, hate, corruption, and drama, where pieces to life in “Hook” seem to fit the puzzle according to random vivacity.  Think about how our minds, our common sense, our special interests and more, can be glued into an approved product under our scrutiny for pretension and extended feelings.  Captain Hook can seem so logical on coveting and senseless childhood however he approaches the decorated, massed ship with poetry in motion and philosophy on life, in spite of poor judgement.  Peter Pan has his share of problems, too.  He didn’t like or believe fairies before heading to Neverland, a fantasy world with no freedom or trustworthy permissions.  Movie scripts don’t always have a greatly mixed nature of right and wrong to prove that both bad guys and good guys can be on similar, equal terms.  

https://youtu.be/LxnR9e7M8Vw

Videogame Review, Pitfall for the Atari 5200 SuperSystem (2-Port)

Videogame Review, Pitfall for the Atari 5200 SuperSystem (2-Port)

Movements in the game are quite elastic for joystick considerations.  The 5200 joystick itself is basically a metal pole attached to parts that curve into the system between plates and gears, even if the 2600 joystick actually bends like a twig while you’re heading to places on the classic Pitfall for the Atari 2600 console.  I’m reviewing the 5200 version of Pitfall here and I think it lets me more into the adventure taken for granted by critics who probably remember the 2600 joystick too well; that’s to say, gamers gravitating towards the 2600 original Pitfall game are likely accepting the game out of politeness and courtesy due to economic pressure: they’ve bought the 2600 version of Pitfall more than they’ve bought its 5200 version, sticking with a familiar game that became familiar from playing it too much from the fact they bought it and couldn’t afford much else, unless I’m mistaken about normal players for Pitfall in terms of the 2600 and 5200 versions.  My 5200 version gives me the perception I’m walking under the sky, hitting the branches, losing my footing, turning the scorpion’s head beneath a brick roof leading to blue and black pools among the natural scenes for much envy and determination along my joystick’s additions and subtractions of degrees, me left with plenty to control on four red buttons in two different jumps and casual ways to start and reset the 8-bit-like Pitfall in just the right amount of Atari 2600 relevance to make the 5200 innovation apparent.  Besides, the good stuff just mentioned, my 2-port makes the 5200 Pitfall game work although it’s supposed to be neutral and unpowered according to public interest.  Opinion is stated here- I think the Atari 2600 console has failed on Atari more than it has been successful because of how gamers for the classic machine tend to gravitate away from the other Atari consoles despite the fact the American company has been trying to appeal on more video games and revisions to the Atari audience than just mere, popular classics bought in large numbers.  Pitfall on my 5200 console is pretty attractive from its nature and artificial graphing of dots and lines under scrutiny towards visual meanings obscured in 8-bit resemblance.  And take a look at Pac-Man for the Nintendo Entertainment System: it’s not very innovative, is it?  Indeed, the Atari 5200 console can have a lot on the plate when it comes to variety and decision-making choices in gameplay compared to the simplified, challenged Nintendo machine in so much worldwide attention for forgetting later.  Classic games often are accepted out of payment, not out of heart.  A lot of this saddens me however we’re to approach Pitfall on the 5200.  It’s complicated, very complicated.  Fear of new things may weaken prejudice to the utmost extent of pretension on the gamers’ end between the 2600 and 5200 versions of Pitfall and I’d prefer adventure which leaks into subtle touch, little notice, extravagant commands on the 5200 controller while the 2600 joystick on Pitfall allows for its exclusive grinding and halting existing with digital controls.  Give me analog- variance, hesitation, crawls, leaning from what’s about to complete moves against all notion of spacial and financial independence guaranteed for players who like to tilt and turn by gadgets on credit ratings, money as gone for somebody else across the board into dimensions that aren’t personal, visions that aren’t dreams, gravity in absence of weight where the Atari 5200 console may rest in peace until further notice.  Well, my review here acts as new notice.   

Gas Station Review, Castaic Truck Stop, in Castaic, CA

Gas Station Review, Castaic Truck Stop, in Castaic, CA

The gas really does fill the car up as far as I’m concerned.  Enough happens where the gas station is because the pumps work out the source of energy near a place like this one that’s pretty clean and respectable.  A restaurant is located in the building and it presents us with foods of variable types including breakfast, lunch, and dinner.  Here while having the ongoing travel between cities for my errands I had a plate of shrimp with beans, rice, and a hot red sauce.  A lot happens on a travel like this one because there’s so much to see.  Particulars include mileage, respect, and family matters since I’ve gone with parents and brothers to hit the spot at the pavement where pumps keep on offering the goods of service towards long-distance movements.  Opinions pass for what they are when I’m at the restaurant next to the snack room and a person from the streets discusses things on improvements within the general vicinity of the gas station and on how opportunity kicks in among us.  Too many ideas can ruin my perception of the gas station I’m reviewing here, especially if I don’t realize them and get to the goals intended for visiting a gas station- that is, filling up the tank and heading to a nice place far away where my notions won’t be impeded on from repetitions and habits taken by the visited quarters.  I like Castaic Truck Stop.  It’s nice inside and locates its appeal from the very nature of decorations common visitors are loose in to fit with modern society at its peak even if vision for the gas station from the owners’ part is revamped into stimulation and excitement across the board where the shoes fit.  Workers here treat me very nicely, providing me with the opportunity to get some snacks, like wrapped donuts and bottled teas, as far as the eye can see near the cashier’s machine as all the magic happens in discounts, offers, and subtle communication.  The place is rather clean for what it is: a wide space with silver tables and chairs located on the front with a displayed menu of lessened burden on our wallets, above grounds to be considered neat and fashionable towards filling out on gas and hitting a trip across the ever-expanding lands before us.  My parents have liked my shrimp dish which is actually officially called camarones a la diabla, since spicy foods appeal to them for the taste and pleasure received from trying something new and exotic like pineapple pizza and sautéed mushrooms.  Don’t hesitate coming here whatever you do.  Gas will be needed wherever you go and I’m sure you’ll find breakfast burritos and stimulated offers to more than enhance your experience on the traveling front under good roads and pure fiction for reasoning and dreaming of to understand reality.  I recommend M&M’s and a full tank.

"The Shining Heart" by GameUniverso (me, pick me!)

"The Shining Heart" by GameUniverso (me, pick me!)

I think some things can be better than the sun.

https://www.deviantart.com/gameuniverso/art/The-Shining-Heart-761143638

Album Review, “Old Dan’s Records” by Gordon Lightfoot

Album Review, “Old Dan’s Records” by Gordon Lightfoot

Beauty as is through my album here drips in a continuous rhythm of strength.  For this case, I’m referring to its country energy on high/low notes between selections improved on from magnificence and surreal fictions, myself as pretty much given to obras against moments on end towards permission and restrictions.  Here, there’s lots to be worried on as far as music is concerned since all this pretty matter, this… future, comes to me where the circle among me and my friends lies deeper than mere notion for what’s to be recognized in ongoing romances, including “That Same Old Obsession” that explicates tragedy enough to make a lover’s sadness fortune along the lines; in fact, events pass by across the oceans deep to new wine and privileges on old books within these reverberating sounds and rhythms Lightfoot magnifies by such tremendous force in mentioned song, as well as in other songs, such pity of chance, such longing of vacuum, vision as it happens to be feeling with the power on to inequality and methods of socializing upheavals.  Emergencies throughout “Old Dan’s Records” become tints upon the mass assumed in Canadian folklore as shown to be not only from Lightfoot’s bucket list of hits, big, medium, or small, but also the fortuitous history concerning live performances maintained and humored on over a quiet, translucent audience.  Lightfoot is chivalric and manly to pursuit.  He’s the kind of guy who will actually tap his feet gallantly while playing guitar to indicate Don Quixote’s presence in the fields of golden letters under medieval bookishness.  So, there’s plenty to be happy on with “Old Dan’s Records”.  Just the title song resists the temptation of horror from the sheer force of eternity before the aging dead of our ancestors, likened to heroic feat as its addition near the bullish rhymes, tapestry at hairs where ponies may not demand their own exit later due to relinquished oats of starvation, rural life, and demanding beauty where “there’s a warm wind tonight and the moon turns the tide”.  Even under the stars of fate, from moves that are given worship and faith, desperation melts into kindness and everlasting honor close to the bordering madness realized out of fashion and drama, bias under the roller-coasting stars when morality shakes love into despair on so much anxiety refused out of interest, knight’s friendly gaze on Lightfoot at the temples as ideas get tangible for the resounding vibes of music, demanding as it is awfully given to a point, subjects out of line as far as evolution discerns the weight and pressure into randomization, further enhancing richness on notes which won’t fail the ear. 

https://www.discogs.com/Gordon-Lightfoot-Old-Dans-Records/release/1314522

Album Review, “She’s So Unusual” by Cyndi Lauper

Album Review, “She’s So Unusual” by Cyndi Lauper

Richness fills up this album where ideas count for loony attraction.  Vision and desperation leave Cyndi to 80’s expressions fans of hers have grown to adore over the recent decades even if rock and pop get the handle on stage vibes between the shades of grey (or pink, depending on your point of view) imagined, redeemed and justified, for the album “She’s So Unusual” takes the cake until pain goes away.  Everything along her lines of conduct revolves around lovely songs and musical gaiety taken for granted by giant media corporations no matter how much they’ve tickled her into commercial status or obliged to insane tunes on discussion over her privilege as a classic artist from the times of Reagan, Pac-Man, and Dodgers World Series.  I’m talking about an American President, a horror game, and tubes that hang around where no one plays them.  American lingo as I’m expressing it probably leaves foreigners with some mystery on language before them but at least I’m remarking on vocabulary Americans are familiar with to show appreciation for the 80’s; still, I believe the 80’s can be spread around the world on an international basis where cultures around the world gain things of American value and give Americans things of cultural value, despite the splits and turns of societies across the board between the ages, explicated on psychology and poetry in motion for what’s determined as great rock n’ roll, like Cyndi’s desperation slumber revealed on album cover along with “Girls Just Want to Have Fun”.  Remember that song?  Well, it’s as much of a story about the singer as it is about girls universally considered through a liberal agenda.  Beats step up to the plate as far as the eye can see.  Maybe there’s too much for us on a losing streak in these personal lives we’re in for us to ignore Cyndi’s appeal to a wild, interrogated audience.  “She Bop” is as much about persecution and dating as it is about trial and error.  Love has a lot of corners to its seal for which desperation on Cyndi’s part gives off magnitude within reason, so there’s going to be hate.  Love, hate; freedom, oppression.  A lot is going on in the album’s ways of discourse towards the bittersweet moments on that very sensation leading to observations, dispute, and annoyance, in a girl’s hot fashion of gossip over the blue avenues and a disinterested public who will do more than share Cyndi’s classic pop-rock recreations.

https://youtu.be/PIb6AZdTr-A

Album Review, “Soulful Strut” by Grover Washington Jr.

Album Review, “Soulful Strut” by Grover Washington Jr.

What happens if something becomes too sweet?  I’m a critic with this kind of question because we often know the answers to such an ironic statement- it becomes sweet, really sweet, icky sweet, sweet to the point of disgusting.  “Soulful Strut” as a song just puts me down to boredom from all the vibes laid down before us no matter how others might approach this beast, since it’s all stuck in my head, although I’m bored to tears, even if it’s a waste of time for how much listening matters when liberty rings all over the land where we are: sitting by the phone or resting near a great stereo sound in spite of creativity in music along those lines, fishers under the stars as we’re reckoning on favorites pointed to the list.  Vision itself as indicated in a song like “Poacher Man” leaves it to feeling while power is nowhere to be founded on originality within remarkable tales given for jokes and gigs against all notion of time.  There’s more to it than meets the eye which I don’t think Grover really understood; particulars in hunting include survival and distinct traits of thought through behaviors, poetry in motion over the hills where monkeys rain on your parade close to a river’s edge in sheer conduct in opposition, so you’ll have to likely either embark on violence since walking and exercising makes you hungry enough to kill a beast for later consumption, not to mention the general irritations that wild animals give us because we’re wearing the wrong clothes compared to animal fur, or making fun of ourselves while we grow weaker and animals grow stronger, weapons don’t work out as they should (making peace quite a story for imitation and growth), or something gets in our way where danger is present whether we like it or not.  “Poaching” should not be used as a label with the false assumptions of right and wrong since the world has caved in to the wilderness around them, nature behind closed doors, obstacles in the way however desperate we are for what’s to be recognized; that is, not only predatory behavior, but also acts of self-defense across the board where opinion and truth get a handle of prejudice as we’re confronted with problems for disputing and drama to live for, nature around us at its will for the different animal kingdoms including those for wild beasts and unfamiliar faces.  With the rest of the songs, “Poacher Man” would probably work in one’s mind filled with ignorance of the struggle of which we live for glory and anxiety to this day where chaos fills the plate.  But I’m more subtle than Grover, not so obvious.  All of these sweet thoughts about right and wrong just don’t exhibit poetry to perfection due to lack of amusement, let alone strength and determination, and fullness of senseless behavior, for that liberal delusion of safety that, if taken the wrong way, can get farmers and herders in trouble internationally from mistaken judgement, that Grover doesn’t want from others but leaves others to it anyway, as far away from morality in our consciousness while considering philosophies that are only realistic on a planet that’s never existed.  Zoos are still good and we should try to help animals more than disseminating their limbs and bones for mammon.  Earth, however, speaks through religions in remote locations across South America and Africa as evidence seen in nature lets believers strike animals out of family trauma and sickness in the very means of survival, the struggle as forgotten, the struggle as remembered, when approaching lavenders don’t smell of the blood, sweat, and tears sacrificed for the desperation attempt at survival.  We should only be brave if we have to be.  Then again, mean elephants and roaring tigers aren’t going to let humans who approach them be anything but cannibals; that’s because wilderness reminds us of our game where nature pokes at us with a stick until sickness is deserved for so much exhaustion according to these political guys who sit at home and chill with their friends, who might get up one day and walk out the door when no one is looking.  Washington Jr. needed to get in touch with reality rather than ideology for which nature never fits into the picture except through some altered reality no one cares about.  I think hunters and poachers deserve better recognition than Grover’s.   

https://www.allmusic.com/album/soulful-strut-mw0000076270

Album Review, “Club Nocturne” by Yellowjackets

Album Review, “Club Nocturne” by Yellowjackets

Yellowjackets recommend automats and lots of struggle.  Of course, there’s still time to get into music along lines between shades of conduct for jazzing around.  Enough makes the case heard, and listened to, on temporary notes which hang in the eternal wind upon us towards serendipity and bullish doubts, as likened on key to pursuit where thoughts matter under scope instead of ignorant rhymes, or fast lullabies, or something excessively sweet.  I’m saying this album is more about fashion in disinterest rather than a fool’s wisdom on demanding beauty.  Love is poison if we hate it though, so the Yellowjackets have some tinkering to do as far as the eye can see into moral righteousness since obligations aren’t forced in to where vision leaks into power.  I’ll say this once- “You must leave power to feeling or there’ll be no feeling on power”.  The band isn’t saying that.  I am.  Eating food often revolves on conduct because privilege can be realized until no further questioning is needed and Yellowjackets appear to purport to declarations on Paris rain and demanding beauty from the nature of poetry on jazzing lines; that is, vision of theirs only melts into power when focus isn’t harnessed by feeling, true colors, visionary pleasure; it’s as if their whole world on the album takes command on roughness rather than pressure for the liking whether it’s under God or anybody else.  Perhaps they mean things better than what my judgement gets at, but there’s confusion and sadness in my heart for what their craft plays at in terms of bittersweet romance.  Just pain in of itself ought to be part of the rectification process of faith no matter how love fits into the picture.  “Club Nocturne” has tired philosophy, world-weary poetry, and self-defeating causes.  How can any reference to an automat end on a high note when love isn’t ordered around people who receive each other’s conduct?  Besides, junk food includes fault.  People can really lose their teeth if we continue to “chew slowly” over the matter.  In fact there’s lots to be concerned about: events, problems, issues, episodes, moments, seconds, hours, calendars, and more days on end upon the overreaching heavens across the board of eternity and despair, as oppression can only be known if freedoms are looked on or vision is shaken by bleeding, healing hands among the hilling bends.  So, what’s love in their eyes?  It’s like they’re mopey, otherwise in questionable condition, where sensation replaces ideology completely and dreams are ignored for immediate effects in their stead.

https://youtu.be/CP4uQ2ngrv0

Vehicle Show Review, Outlaw Nitro Funny Car, S1 E2 (8/8/18)

Vehicle Show Review, Outlaw Nitro Funny Car, S1 E2 (8/8/18) 

The people on this show assume too much, naturally.  Vision is often revamped but their motives in execution, their poetry in motion on which strength tests the limits of movement just from the very power of feeling assumed for drag-racing capabilities, and who’s to say their ego lays down the line on conduct and privilege with the metals, gears, and flaming torches?  Another vibe as indicated on my TV screen resumes with its friction in sound as well as image taken for granted, taken for dead, and taken for something else by the hosts since all this talk and yap yap gets them worked up over someone who finds any kind of driving boring.  How rude!  Maybe I’m just thinking that driving itself can be a testifying energy against passion for the likes of silly guys behind the wheel, fingers licking the wheel upon the borders understood within light and exhaust natural to human cause.  Not to mention they’re getting their hands worked out for what they’re worth.  Enough happens between the lines flown around the bends under chit-chat for vision, aggression, and nasty beauty expressed on glee for boredom and rectification.  Besides all that nonsense you’ll still find pretty things in the works where the strong men are for their handling and swiveling limbs as whereupon the steering wheel acts as symbol for more imagination, more visionary conduct taken behind the load and gears however sanity manages emotions into verified feelings along the drag-racing lines near the disinterred audience, whenever they are happy and however they’re sappy to rage.  Often you’ll find cars working in competition as far as the eye can see into morality for the drivers who leave a kindle to attitude and find horror to visualized passings over the yellow brick road, is that right?  I’m sure my sarcasm will lead us somewhere.  And to top it all off, how a person turns in a vehicle depends on not just speed but the disparity of speed: wheel to hand, hand to wheel, eye to other eyes where beauty reigns on a short count for dragging and racing over the visionary path across the board into subtle madness I’m rectified for.  Man, so many drivers are going to get their guts spilled on the pavement from the action and reaction of involuntary body congestion!  Vehicles and automobiles could use a handle on privilege as sanity matters to foot and mind along the lines against incidents taken for blessings upon the very matter of heated temper.  Perhaps I’m kind of crazy for thinking this stuff.  

https://youtu.be/MjsQ6YS0JZM

Album Review, “Cannonball Takes Charge” by Julian Cannonball Adderley

Album Review, “Cannonball Takes Charge” by Julian Cannonball Adderley

Beats add up to the music in this one.  Of course, 1959 would’ve been a strange year unless I’m mistaken about the America we had then and how prosperity was channeled through segregation and an unfair share of inequality.  So there’s jazz here, in beats and practical rhyme, that helps us understand America’s jazz industry to the point of discouragement and the modern product of visionary art: how can we improve our societies in absence of knowledge in the very case between ignorance and enlightenment?  What happens here must depend on a varying number of factors- beats, rhyme, timing, coordination, instrumentation, or what I consider to be the small little stuff we hear in a song without having an exact name for it.  For so much rhyme and reason there’s only so much disrespect to be had.  On a side note to this, here I’m listening to jazz that seems to just roll off its own tongue against moments on end where Cannonball’s vision counts.  Across the board of jazz you’ll find music while originality refines taste into excellence on his part even if songs end to where more begin.  Visuals on the album’s cover are handy for knowing what Cannonball would’ve liked to appear to be in a man’s cool gaze among the older cameras of Kodachrome, a filming agent likened to expressive tape that winds up in a machine held in the hand for formal photography.  Or at least I’m imagining all this in my fantasy line!  Tidbits of information are on the album to let us know more of what’s yet to come.  Words and phrases on an album cover may reveal professionalism through emboldened typography, stamped, approved.  A lot happens in this jazz album from the very nature of music to which classic songs may wake up our senses or close our minds although I’m pretty sure Cannonball in this case, through and through, wakes us up enough to hear something along our chins towards the astonished mouths and urgency and drool.  The Dead Kennedys mention lots of spit in their performances and often lack coordination within borders of conduct due to trash explicated through media and heavy metal fashion; on this front, Cannonball looks appealing and beautiful in comparison because his music flies with the wind of justice until happiness is maintained in performance, whereas Dead Kennedys may be about as good as a gruesome procrastinator.   

https://youtu.be/s4rXEKtC8iY

Horse Race Review, Horse Racing- Saratoga Live (8/20/18)

Horse Race Review, Horse Racing- Saratoga Live (8/20/18)

Horses can really leap at each other in a metaphorical sense.  Dirt goes onto their chests from moments on end however power and vision are combined into athleticism shared by horse and rider.  I’ve seen a few horses, on TV screen, stretching for the big course in New York where Miss Gossip leaves the arena without uttering a single word.  Well, horses don’t talk.  Movements are getting dizzy and wild upon the dirt road between the starting, green gate and the finishing pole line.  Combinational features include gating, leaping, and rough play.  A lot happens on the moments that count although features get totaled against moments where power leaks into vision as does vision into power.  So what’s the verdict on horse racing?  You must add power to the feeling before the feeling can be expressed through power, as indicated for riders and horses, along the lines in front of the random sorts of landmarks and pieces where New York rubs on the spectators with greens, fades, and co-animal demonstrations.  For a long time you’ll find people working up an appetite where the horses run and play in formality if not mere anxiety.  Having conduct for a horse involves putting energy in proportion to stretching capabilities, like what you’ll find when you see a thin man jockeying for position on a horse’s backside where toughness won’t play as much as velocity and focus, despite the need for toughness.  A horse can get into trouble for getting on foot with a fence close to the forbidden green area when fortune takes the cake of pleasure on our end of the stick.  Things included in the “stick” are those elements I’ve mentioned so far, rumors only going so far as the eye can see, blue sky all over the map to a horse’s co-man jockeying.  Getting a handle of things requires boldness so that power revamps speed into a lit flame of thought proven in action.  Lots of figures add to what’s on the table for skills needed for racing towards the end as anything matters to expressional gaiety.  Luck occurs for pending randomness.  Enough takes notice over the top where the other horses confuse their masters into wild rides along the sands of time no matter how wet a mane gets from later revision of head gear.  Dream big while it lasts, for through me I find myself at odds under the stars where futility shines in notion before us, bid to love and fairness as to horses oncoming of degrees within reason for utility.

https://youtu.be/YnEmFKohCto

Videogame Review, Ultra Street Fighter 4 for the PS Now (Playstation Network)

Videogame Review, Ultra Street Fighter 4 for the PS Now (Playstation Network)

It’s a fighting game that seems problematic on uploading onto my network.  There’s a good deal of buffering and slowdown I haven’t seen since the beginning phase of our internet back in the 90’s concerning details and momentary pauses, but not on waiting for an hour.  A Street Fighter game of this nature resumes with its trouble while I’m logging onto PS Now and forced errors and glitches often happen here, so I’m stuck.  Maybe this fighting program would be good off of a direct disk.  I’ll change my mind based on the evidence assumed and discovered because my button-clicking action needs more revamping to clear the fighting picture ahead of me towards ridiculous cartoon characters.  Vision, as it is, is tampered with from the HD interface.  Usually I’m finding myself at the buttons while just a push of a button can return me to unwanted places on my screen although my arcade mode requires us to keep going into the fighting until a single tournament for any individual completes as the finisher to vanity and coveting.  Downloads from time to time cause us to give out yelps against history which works for somebody else since a fight can stimulate aggression rather than victory, as indicated in Viper’s promiscuous call and Chun-Li’s boring-ass job at the computer, or as shown in unreality that surrounds us in Ultra Street Fighter 4.  How can Ken be near a pile of lava before putting on shoes he got from the mall again?  You’ll have to figure out how my sarcasm goes.  The gameplay itself doesn’t feel very intelligent; in fact, this fighting game is very much like Super Smash Bros. for the Nintendo 64 console except for the HD and due to the complicated moves which are pushed by a controller’s functions into unnecessary simplicity.  Honestly I felt pretty stupid after playing with clay.  Usually I’m mashing buttons here and there and finding more of the game to be deplorable.  Ultra is a comedy, so to speak.  But they’ll need more than fat bullies and crying ninjas to get me interested on PS Now at the surface let alone the depth, and what’s those unconnected tools Sony is working on things for to get the program up and going?  Extra fighters are only useful if I’m connected.  There’s also kinks and glitches in the fighting system- as I’m playing on and on in the game, I’m finding that some moves are unplayable unless I act selfish and crazy, so we have to be pretty much lame here to get the moves going or else the battle will be unforgiving from its artificial creations of madness.  Why can’t the button push when I tell it to push?  Crazy, crazy.

https://youtu.be/K6gNl4XHpiw