George Harrison, Genesis, Guns and Roses, Green Day… Gimme Three Steps, Get Back, Glory Days, Girl Crush… golden oldies, greatest hits, Grease, gold record… good group of choices.
Today I write about a family. A family with a new project in the works. Let me back up about forty years. It was December 11, 1981 when me and a friend went to see a country group in concert, the Oak Ridge Boys. I know what you are thinking, “Leigha, Oak starts with an O not a G.” Bear with me. I began something I may discuss more later but after that show I knew who William Lee Golden was (the singer with the long hair and beard). Through the years I Iearned about his talented family.
He had three sons and two of the three were in a couple of bands. There was Golden Speer, the Boys Band and the Goldens. Fast forward to last year. Covid sent people home. There were no more concerts to perform. I believe the seed of the idea came when Chris Golden began some Facebook live concerts and family members started popping in to play and sing along.
Very recently the family announced a new project that not only included William Lee, sons – Chris, Craig and Rusty, but also Chris’s musically inclined children. As of yet I am not sure if any other family makes an appearance, but I wouldn’t be surprised.
So all these wonderfully talented people got together in the studio and began creating and I cant wait to hear what they are going to release. I have been a fan for years and am really excited about this project. I can’t wait until it comes out! It is three albums with three generations of Goldens – gospel, county classics and country rock. It is due out this Spring.
In the mean time take a listen to a little of the Goldens (Chris and Rusty) music…
“…If it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all. Gloom, despair and agony on me…” You have to be old like me to know that and you had to like a little country music and humor. That was a regular skit on Hee Haw. I think that part of the song sums up the week so far and it is only Wednesday.
Let’s start with the bitter cold of Monday. My boyfriend went to go pick up some meds… battery said, “Hell NO!” He tried my car and it started fine. We then tried to jump start the truck. “Hell NO!” So, we left to get the meds in my car and were going to address the problem Tuesday.
Tuesday came and went with no work on the battery problem. My boyfriend really wasn’t in the mood as he had worked the early morning part of his shift and then was fired on his way to lunch. I might add, that is after 23 years with this company.
Wednesday, he called the local Walmart that does battery repair… they were out of his battery. So was the other Walmart in town. Since he had half of his five-year warranty left, he wanted to stick with them so we ordered the battery online and supposedly will get it tomorrow. This was all done while I was finding out one of my best friend’s significant others was just diagnosed with cancer.
I am kind of afraid to sleep and see what tomorrow holds. I do talk to my therapist tomorrow and I do look forward to that release. This is just a few bumps in the road. I will keep going forward and do what I can to try to keep my boyfriend on the positive side of things. This is not a sad country song, it can end on a happy note, I just need to turn up the music.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – luck
I saw this word challenge and instantly thought I had the ideal song… upon listening to it again (after several years since I’d heard it) I discovered the word planet is never used. So much for Children of the Sun…. back to the drawing board. Duh! It hit me like a ton of bricks. A song from even further back in my childhood. This one I knew have planet in it. So without further ado here is Schoolhouse Rock’s Interplanet Janet (and Billy Thorpe’s Children of the Sun just because I can!) –
Denise was in her car on Highway 30 when she heard sirens. Looking in her review mirror she saw a police car coming up behind her. She slowed, turned her radio down and started to get ready to pull over. She knew what she had done. You see her favorite song came on and she was lost in the music not paying attention like she should. Denise had a propensity to speed. And when she got lost in music, especially a fast song, she went faster. It is just the way she was wired.
The officer wrote out her ticket for 65 mph in a 55 mph zone, he cut off the extra 4 mph she was really going, taking the ticket down a tier in dollar value. She thanked the officer (he was just doing his job) and slowly went on her way. She would have some explaining to do tonight at dinner when her husband asked how her day had been.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – propensity
“… Ohhho tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy…” The Christmas music played on the radio as she wrapped her first couple of presents. She wrapped and labeled as she went so, she would not forget any gifts. She marked off the names from her list of who to buy for and looked at who was left. It was a little over two weeks until Christmas and she didn’t want to be shopping at the last minute, not with the virus still rampant.
She silently wondered who was going to like their gift best. Hoped everyone would be happy on that special day and then sighed. This would mark the second holiday without her dad and the tenth without her mom. She missed them both so much. But they were still a part of her holiday.
For her Dad she would listen to a Big Bad Voodoo Daddy Christmas CD and her mom’s tribute would leave her with tears every time, from the Oak Ridge Boys first Christmas album it was the song of theirs that she loved the bast, “Thank God For Kids.” Mom’s favorite member, William Lee, sang this one. And as a special tribute had added a lyric to the end by thanking God for grandkids too. She cried because she missed her mother so and she had a beautiful daughter that made her so proud every day.
She wiped the tears and turned off the stereo. This ends another day of shopping and wrapping. Now it was time to think about dinner.
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – comfort
The prompt I am writing for is a week old… OMG, how did I get so far behind!? Please forgive me. This new medicine routine I am on is really kicking my but. Plus I have added pool therapy twice a week I need to make time for. If I could just have a couple of good days I think I could get caught up, but naps keep sneaking up on me and my boyfriend is on a leave of absence for a month and so I am spending more time with him which means less writing time. Speaking of writing… let’s talk television.
I grew up in the era of a tv in every room. Ok it wasn’t to that excess, but the living room had one, a small portable in the kitchen, (why I don’t know but,) a small one in the bathroom and then of course one in the bedroom. Although growing up my sister and I shared one and it was never on at bedtime.
By the late 70’s the television became a toy too… the Atari 2600 game system and space invaders and pac man hit our house. My dad even designed holders for the joysticks so you could have a more arcade like experience… and it was easier to get a high score.
The 80’s came with cable television and many more choices. Then I grew up and work and family life took a lot of my tv viewing away. There just wasn’t time for it. We more often would use the set for VHS and DVD viewing.
Now the news is just depressing. There aren’t many good shows on anymore. I sit here today taking advantage, as I often do, of the music channels my cable company offers. Listening to a little adult alternative today while I write. And the music leaves me less distracted for reading prompts too, which is what I should go do to try to catch up some more. Do you have a favorite television show or channel?
Written for Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (FOWC) – television
This is the hardest easy challenge I have ever faced. It is easy because I LOVE music. It is hard because I love so much about music. So how do I narrow it down? How on earth do I just pick one topic about music to center on? Favorite songs, favorite artists, best concerts, who I have met, the time I got on stage, my first concert, the epic Farm Aid concert… so many choices!
I wrote a short poem in high school about music that was written in the shape of a music note. “It soars with joy, it falls with sorrow, only in music, can we find our tomorrows.” Just the first of many I would write about music and those that make music. I have also written some lyrics.
A friend of mine put music to one of the sets of lyrics and I have that on CD. It is such a rush to hear my words sung by someone! He is still performing blues in the Florida area instead of pop music in the Midwest, he is pretty happy to be back to work after the shut-down.
In high school we had to write our obituaries and I of course was a lyricist whose song had just hit number 5 on the charts when I died in a car accident at 36. But I had made it as a lyricist… a dream come true. Now at 53 I am still dreaming and still writing.
Written for Fandango’s Dog Days of August (FDDA) #17 – music
Tonight that muse of mine is rambling around in my head somewhere. but she refuses to come out and play with the word ramble. So instead of forcing some half-hearted post I turn to what speaks volumes without saying a thing sometimes… music. This time is does say something about a man who is on the move, a Ramblin’ Man.