1958

I never have been a fan of turning back the clock,rewinding,reminiscing,the good ol' days,past life regression...history... obviously it has a right to exist and probably is very useful...it's just that I don't resonate in the vibration of 'what was' as much as 'what is'---What a bunch of losers...the ones that drool over Winston Churchill,the '60's,Atlantis,baseball cards,family trees,black and white movies(actually I do like the Thin Man and anything with Cary Grant and...maybe I should leave b&w movies out of my rant)---I don't get it..that is, I didn't get it until last night. Something snapped. First it was my fingers...then my toes began to tap...then my lips began a karakoe-like tourette's...my body was being transported back in time...My mind and heart tried unsuccessfully to hang on to present time...I was whisked through a portal to a 1958 prom in Springfield anywhere U.S.A. The portal was,no kidding, called the El Portal Forum Theatre and the guides were gloved and gowned for the occasion. The Marvelous Wonderettes...four powerful white witches,disguised as goofy Lucys, singing and dancing and whining their magic until I had released all attachment to the present and entered a state of blissful nostalgia. I'm supposed to be the paradigm buster but my paradigm got busted big time...and i liked it. I'm still in the vaseline-lens fog of it all...I'll write more later...I've got an irresistible urge to download songs from the 50's and 60's--
ALL I HAVE TO DO IS DREAM
DREAM LOVER
LOLLIPOP
IT'S MY PARTY
LEADER OF THE PACK
MR.SANDMAN
LIPSTICK ON YOUR COLLAR...I better get started

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[mrlucky889]

Is there another attitude save gratitude?