Together through Music

Copyright - Bjorn Brudberg

As a young kid, Marty and his mama spent weekend nights in rural southern bars listening to dad play with his band.  As a teen he learned to play under countless hours of alcohol-induced instruction and degrading comments from his dad.

The family went through financial hardship.  There was no playing catch in the back yard.  No family nights huddled by the radio. Divorce left young Marty alone with his dad in a run down shack on the edge of town.  Through it all,  music bonded the two of them like chords and lyrics do a song.

Marty went on to become a successful musician. He played on stages around the world. It brought him financial stability.  However,  his greatest joy was playing alongside his dad in the smokey bars back home.


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Till we meet again.  Good day.

Mind of Shoo

My Voice

hand at a computer

I have a voice.  

A voice not mouthed.

One expressed along an artistic highway

from my brain through my fingertips.

Exiting onto paper, instruments or canvas.

For everyone to hear 

My voice is loud and soft.

My voice is dark and colorful.

My voice is high and low.

Often left to ones interpretation

and with hopes of stirring emotions.

Yet, it is my voice.

Expressed through my brain.

Yet from my heart.


For it sings and speaks

in music, words and color.

My voice I give to you.

From my fingertips

to your heart.

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This fiction was written for Picture it & Write.

Till we meet again.

Good Day.

Mind of Shoo

Shattered Images

Joseph finishes his writing for the evening. He places his pen down gently next to the paper as he takes a last sip of wine. He rises from the chair and takes a seat on his couch. “Time to relax and forget about the evening” he thinks.  Time to enjoy being. He then looks up and places headphones on his ears and turns on his iPod. The Cure’s “Picture of You” will play over and over again. Now time for his daily fix, a necessary evil that haunts his every being. He tightens the rubber band on his arm, exposing his vein for easy injection. He grabs the eight ball off his coffee table ready for injection.  A quick poke of his needle and the deed is done. Minutes pass and Joseph’s body falls onto the couch in somewhat of a fetal position. His eyes affix upon a half filled glass of wine on his table.  The background slowly becomes a blurry glow of colorful lights.  Is this real or just his imagination?  The music at this moment is so clear, as if the singer is directing the lyrics directly o him.

“So delicate lost in the cold You were always so lost in the dark.”

He tries to focus on the blurry colors in his line of vision but it’s not working.  It is as if these are the only lights in the room. He feels his body begins to shiver as if he were cold yet finds himself sweating profusely.  “What is going on?” He can’t tear his eyes away from the glass.  The colors behind it are haunting him.  Why can’t he make them clear. He hears more lyrics from the song.

“If I had only thought of the right words I could have held on to your heart”

He thinks of what he wrote just a few minutes earlier. The words on the paper next to the glass still in his view.  The colors behind it still won’t go away.  The letter is dark.  A few hours before there was a second glass of wine along with his. Now that one lay shattered next to the front door of his studio apartment.  Wine slowly running down from where the glass impacted.  He stares at that image momentarily. It reminds him of blood from a horror movie.  His eyes shift back to the wine glass.  Alone on the table.  Alone.  Like he is at this very moment.  Music blaring into his ears.  His mind memorised by the colors behind that glass.

“There was nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to feel you deep in my heart”

Everything begins to become blurry as he hears one last line of this song.  The music slowly fades and the room becomes totally dark.  He lay motionless.  The photo of the female who earlier walked out the door lay on the floor next to the couch.  She now gone from his life.  Now life has gone from him.  

“There is nothing in the world that I ever wanted more Than to never feel the breaking apart, my pictures of you.”

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This was written for Picture it & Write

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OH Precious Vinyl

OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

I miss the messages from my favorite artist

written within your album jacket just to me!

My birthday money spent on you

either in 33 or 45 rpm speed.

Sending music into my room

for me to sing along.


OH precious vinyl, where have you gone?

You are not longer with us

constantly being replaced by new technology.

Cassette, cds, mp3s.

I miss my trip to my local record store

with my mother years ago.

Thumbing through rows of cardboard jackets

all colorful, each cover their own story.

Protecting the beautiful music within.


OH precious vinyl

You may be gone from the public eye

but not from me.

You are hidden inside

stacks and stacks of jackets

worn around the edges and discolored.

But still shiny and perfect condition.

Ready for the player to spin you round and round.

With a needle to act as your microphone.

To play me a memory!


This was written for THE MAG

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Bonding with Kids Daily Prompt: Musical

This was written for the Daily Prompt: Musical

What role does music play in your life?

There are so many different aspects of my life where music has played a prominent role.  From listening to music with friends during my teen years, dancing during the disco era (yes I am admitting it!) to going to concerts of my favorite bands.  Music is something in my teen years that I shared with friends and it was important to all of us.  It strengthened our bond.  

Now that I am way past my teen years, I use music to bring me to different places mentally.  It can help me out of depression, ease my mind from life’s challenges or brings back great memories of my younger years.  Music has placed stamps on my course through life.  

As I have gotten older, I began to listen to the lyrics.  And reading the lyrics.  This aspect of music has brought new light to what musicians offer.  As a young man, I would just sing the song and never understand truly what was behind the song.  Now, I am constantly amazed how they poured their heart out to the public.  They weren’t afraid to share their struggles of their life even when it was obviously painful.   I think of “Time for Me to Fly” by REO Speedwagon.  Great song from a musical sense.  But listen to the lyrics.  There is a young man understanding a relationship has been one-sided and he must move on.  So beautiful.  The music on Fleetwood Mac’s “Rumors” album is filled with the pain of two couples breaking up during the recording process.  How did Ronnie Van Zant write such a beautiful song as “Freebird” while he drank  and partied to excess?  Like it or not that song will be around for eternity.  I heard John Mellencamp once say in an interview that he wrote “Jack and Dianne” for himself but over the years he understand it is not his song any more, it is the audiences.  And he was fine with that.  How cool.  

Isn’t Stevie Beautiful

Currently I have to say that music has been another way to connect with my kids.  Unlike my father when I was a kid, I am enjoying current music while my kids will like songs I listen when I was their age.  My daughter came up to me recently with a Fleetwood Mac song and asked if I remember the song “Never going Back Again’?  I was floored.  It’s not one of their more popular songs but it is beautiful.  How did she find it, I can’t recall.  But the connection is wonderful.  Same with my oldest son.  We constantly trade songs on iTunes.  And listen to music on You Tube.

I remember a line in the movie City Slicker’s where Daniel Stern’s character says something to the effect of  When he was 18 and him and his dad couldn’t relate to anything, they always had baseball”.  Now I don’t ever feel that distant from my kids, but I feel we always have music.

Right now I am so in love with the video and song by Annie Lennox called “No More I Love You'”.  HERE is the video.  It’s so very soothing and so beautiful both musically and visually.  

Oh I could go on and on.  I’d leave with how music puts me in a place of calmness, even when life is throwing everything it has at me.  Escape.  Even if it’s only for three or four minutes!

Till we meet again.  Good Day!

Mind of Shoo!

Daily Prompt: Musical.

Beautiful Music

Copyright-Roger Cohen


We are a growing community of blogging writers who come together each week from all parts of the globe to share individual flash fictions from a single photo prompt (above). The prompt goes up early Wednesday morning  CST to give each writer time to compose a story by Friday. Some use the photo as a mere inspiration while others use it as an illustration. Use your imagination and think outside the box.

I am over on words, but I couldn’t cut back much more.  In fact,  this is just a clip from a story I am writing which came to mind when I saw the contrast in the two cellos side by side.  Actually, the photo was perfect.  The two cellos are protected by the wooden box.  From all things on the outside.  Here is what came to mind when I saw the image above.  I call it “Beautiful Music”

After riding our bikes on the church grounds, I sat on the steps with best friend Monty.  Two ten-year old kids in a rural southern town enjoying a summer day together.

A bike approached.  The man on the bike said “We don’t like coloreds on our side town.  Go home.”

Racism.  I learned of it at the expense of my best friend, who was black.  All I could say was “Sorry man.”

Monty smiled and said “You take cello lessons right?”

“Yes I do.”

“We are like two cellos except our exterior is different shades,” he replied.  “We have the same number of strings.  We’re shaped the same.  When played we sound the same.  Just beautiful music.”

I Wish

I wish I could paint a picture.  On canvas with colorful brush strokes.  It would hang in a museum to share with the world, so bright and radiant.  To interpret as you wish.  For people to look at and wonder what was on my mind while I held that brush.  For it to have meaning to each visitor.  Whether it be happy or sad.  My own Van Gogh, painted with pain and anguish for the world.  For me.

I wish I could pick up a guitar then put a pencil to paper and write a song.  A song to share with the whole world.  A song to sing to people on the street as they toss their change into my guitar case or on a stage with the audience singing to me as if they wrote it.  I hear their happiness or is it sadness, so loud and clear.  A song that will last generations and is no longer mine but everyone’s.   Forever.

I wish I could write a story.  A story penned so eloquently with my pain and suffering.   A story I can share with the world.  So people could read and understand that they are not alone in their suffering.  Written for me but knowing there are others that can’t pen their feeling as I can.   With the hope that they may someday meet me and say thank you for writing what they feel.  They have healed.  My gift to them.

I can’t paint nor play a guitar.  I can’t pen my thoughts eloquently. 

But I can dream.

Till we meet again. Good Day.

Mind of Shoo 

9 Things that bring me Joy.

This post is written for Mama Kat’s promt:

Mama's Losin' It

The Prompts:

1.) Have you made a visit to the North Pole yet? Share your Santa pictures!
2.) Share a favorite Christmas memory.
3.) What cookies are you leaving for the big guy?
4.) Put together and share a fun holiday outfit you’d like to wear if you had somewhere to wear it.
5.) List the top 9 things that bring you joy.

Top 9 Things that bring you joy

1.  Watching Movies:  I love movies and there are certain ones that I will watch when a certain mood strikes. If I am down in the dumps, I throw in Shawshank Redemption.  Nothing like a movie about friendship to make me smile.  If I am in a happy mood than Juno is a must!  Very witty, comical and the dialog is so well written.  If I am sad, Schlinder’s List.  Need I say more.  If I am nostalgic then Saturday Night Fever.  How about remembering how stupid you looked dancing under that disco ball!

2.  Listen to birds singing.  This is particularly beautiful when there is no other sound but theirs. 

3.  Watching a lightning storm in the evening out of a window.  Being originally from Louisiana I unfortunately never viewed a lightning storm as anything joyous to me.  But move away to the desert southwest and you’ll understand what beauty lies watching the sky light up with a storm.  Try it!

4. Being alone.  With my thoughts whether good or bad.  Throw in some mountains or a river and I am in heaven.

 5.  Listening to music.  I love listening to songs and thinking how did the artists come up with that song.  Knowing that song once was just words on a paper (yes I love this phrase).  Written from some meaningful experience.  Some lyrics just amaze me.  How could they write something so beautiful at its core.  Add some nice music to it and I am mesmerized!  In the Living Years….so well written.  Listen to the words.

6.  Reading and understanding US History.  There are so many events and people responsible for our country being where it is presently.  It’s great to understand our history and how things came to be. 

7.  Being moved to tears by stories of hope, heartache or giving.  The list here is endless whether is JJ Watt visiting 3 kids who lost their parents in a car accident or learning of a teacher who died protecting her kids.  Or a scene in a movie like this one in City Slickers.  Listen to Bruno Kirby’s story.  When Gene Hackman talks about his father leaving them on Inside the Actors studio.  So touching.

8. Hiking, running or biking.  Anything to make me sweat and make my body ache.  I don’t do this nearly enough but I love feeling my body ache as sweat drips from my forehead onto the ground below.  Accomplishment!

9.  My kids. 

Till we meet again.  Good Day.

Mind of Shoo.  

Dr. Drew, Adam Carolla and Me.

I would like to say that I know these two gentleman personally but quite honestly I never met them.  However, I have listened to them, laughed with them and learned one thing about myself from them. Loveline, a syndicated radio call in show hosted by the above mentioned was my nightly friend for a few years.  I owned a small business.  Money was often tight or at times, not coming in at all.  To alleviate the burden on my financially in the business’s infancy, I took a job delivering pizza.  The hours were flexible, the money was decent and it was cash! 

It was at this job where I listened to Loveline. In between deliveries there they were, along with the thousands of callers hoping for help with their problems.  Dr. Drew gave his opinion, Adam often made fun of them and I listened.  A common theme was addiction (Dr. Drew’s speciality) and the common cause was always traced back to childhood trauma.  Over and over again Dr. Drew’s words were “did you have alcohol, drugs, or sexual abuse in your life as a child”.  The answer was nearly always yes. And for me,  I said “YES I did”!  My father drank.  And because of my fathers drinking, I always knew that when I was grown and settling down to start a life with someone I would NOT drink.  In my mind it was simple! Why would I want my wife going through the experience my mom went through?  Why would I want my kids to see and hear the things I did?  The answer was simple, I didn’t.  Why?  Cause it was a horrible experience.  It was unnecessary and it was avoidable if better decisions were made by a man with a great mind.  But instead of that wonderful educated mind ruling our home, alcohol did.  So many called Loveline and were repeating the same issues that they experienced as a kid.  Except now, they were the problem parent.  They were the alcoholic, drug addict or abuser.   And it was their kids who were suffering silently as you did many years ago.  How can they let that happen I thought.  Over and over again, it was all the same.  I can’t image letting my kids go through what me and my mom went through!  I will say this, for me it was such an EASY choice!  I can’t for the life of me imagine going the other way.  I am messed up enough from my father’s alcoholism, I can’t imagine the mess I would be if I drank on top of it!  To use the an old cliché, I broke the chain. It was the easiest choice I made in my life.  I made this choice for my family.

I listened to the show for a long time.  Adam was hilarious.  They often had celebrity guest who show great insight or humor and was a great addition to the show.  I would love to say I learned something from the show that I use in my struggles being a sober ACoA, but those people never called in.  What I did learn was that for my own family I made a great choice.   It is the single best choice I made in my life. I am proud myself.  If only all other choices were that clear and as simple.

I want to end this post with a few lines from the song “Father of Mine” written by Art Alexaskis of the band Everclear.

Now I am a grown man
With a child of my own
And I swear I’m not going to let her know
All the pain I have known


Till we meet again.  Good Day.

Mind of Shoo

Wow! That’s what that song was about!

As long as I can remember, I have always loved music.  I suppose looking back the reason for this was an escape from my reality at the time.  Or maybe it was just a way to relax.  Well, whatever the reason was, I can often be found listening to music in my room.  My first music purchase as Kiss “Dressed to Kill” on 8 track.  I had a large collection of albums and 45s!  Yes, I am that old!  Although I consider myself at rock fan at heart, I listened to lots of different music still to this day.  And boy could I sing along with all the songs! With the door to my room closed and the music so loud I couldn’t hear myself, I could belt out the words to many a song with all my heart!  Which brings me to a particular song by the Commodores.  I remember it vividly both music and visually.  I owned only the 45 and played it over and over again.  I often slow danced to the song on Sunday evenings at the local disco, The Sting, on teen night and skated to it often during the couples skate at Roller City in Lafayette, Louisiana.  It was written in 1979 by Lionel Richie and called Sail On.

Recently, for some reason, the song came into my head while I was listening to music on You Tube!  I Love You Tube!  I played an old video of the Commodores singing this song and could easily sing all the lyrics to the song.  It is, in my opinion a beautiful song.  But listening to it now, I found it strikingly deep cause now understood the lyrics.  I you tubed the song with lyrics and read them as the music played and was just amazed at what he had written.  At the time, I always pictured Lionel Richie as the guy singing the funky song Brick House.  But this was certainly a very personal song that I assume was written from an emotional experience in his life.  As many times as I listened to and sang along with Sail On,  back then it was just a song.  Now as an adult, it’s an experience of the writer on a page that had meaning behind it.  Deep meaning.  Its amazing what 25 years will do to a song, at least in my mind.  It’s so well written lyrically and I just can’t imagine sitting down and writing something that emotional.  I would love to have the guts as well as the talent to put down into words an experience as his and give it to the public!

I am happy to report that I had most of the lyrics correctly as a kid with a few exceptions.  I still find it a beautiful song.  But now I understand what is behind it and applaud Mr. Richie for giving it to us to listen to these many years.  I am happy to see that he still sings it regularly at his concerts.  It was so neat to remember how much I enjoyed the “song” back then.  It is great to be so moved by the song lyrically now as an adult well into his 40s.  Thanks for sharing your experience with the world…..still so many years later Mr. Richie.

Till we meet again.  Good Day

Mind of Shoo