Life as Story/Fictional Elements in Life

(Above: I co-edited 6 collections of short stories with supporting information about the elements of fiction/short story terminology.)

If you stop and think about it, our lives are like stories or novels and contain many of the fictional elements below:

antagonist
antecedent action
anticlimax
antihero
atmosphere/mood
character (including characters, characters’ characters, static and dynamic characters)
climax
complicating incident/complication
confidant/e
conflicts (vs. self, others, social environment, nature)
contrast
crisis
dialogue
dilemma
epiphany
episode
exposition
falling action
fantasy
foil/character foil
foreshadowing
goal/motivation
images
in media res
irony (situational irony, verbal irony, dramatic irony)
juxtaposition
local color
moral
narrative (having plot, conflict, characters, settings, points of view)
plot
predicament
protagonist
purpose
rising action
romance
setting
stream-of-consciousness
style
subplot
surprise ending
suspense
symbol
theme
universaility
vicarious experience

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Thank heavens for the humor

and loyalty of pet dogs.

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“Private Lives” BBC DVD (1981)

A strong play from the Noel Coward set ( a must-have for Coward fans). Spent a highly entertaining evening back in a live theatre Saturday watching this one (in a well-done, non-intrusive, recorded-live performance), starring a hammy Donald Sinden as the beleaguered, fading-stage-actor preparing for a trip to Africa. A young Julian Fellowes, writer of Gosford Park, has an over-the-top young madman part.

A witty self-portrait Coward piece covering many issues with relationships and men and women as well as. Also satirizes acting and the theatre life. Lots of belly laughs in this farce. One of Coward’s best. Highly recommended for British-humor fans, live-theatre fans and theatre-comedy fans.

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Mayall’s Masterpiece: “Blues from Laurel Canyon” (1968)

An blues legend-outsider’s 1967-8 musical impression of Los Angeles–Mayall’s new home back then. Many cultural references: “Sunset” is Sunset Blvd. “Mothers” were the Mothers of Invention. “Moon” was Keith Moon, The Who’s drummer. “The Bear” was a member of Canned Heat–a group referenced.

12 songs; 48 minutes of blues bliss. Recorded in August and released in November, 1968.

Mayall’s amazing back-up band:

Mick Taylor: 17 year-old guitar/Hawaiian guitar phenom; later stolen by The Rolling Stones

Stephen Thompson: 18 year-old bass player

Colin Allen: drums and tabla

(I was incredibly lucky to see them at UMSU, Winnipeg, in January 1969 on their North American tour. They performed many of the album cuts.)

LYRICS

Vacation

Ten hours in a plane – England left behind
Back here in LA – Wonder what I’ll find
Summertime, my plane is coming down
I’m a wandering man and this is gonna be my town.

Walking On Sunset

Watching all the people like the waves along the shore.
They hang around he whiskey and every open store.

I’m walking on Sunset–
I’ll never reach the end.
I’m walking on Sunset
Everything is like a friend

All the pretty women, never seen a better crop.
Music all around–the flashing lights that never stop

I’m walking on Sunset–
I never reach the end.
I’m walking on Sunset
Everything is like a friend.

Standing on the corner watching every kind of car.
Friendly people come and say they want to know your star.

I’m walking on Sunset–
l never reach the end.
I’m walking on Sunset–
Everything is like a friend.

The cops are in the cars but they never bothered me–
A new magic world where I never felt so free.

I’m walking on Sunset–
I never reach the end
I’m walking on Sunset
Everything is like a friend.

Laurel Canyon Home

Each and every morning
When the sun is high
I hunt around the Canyon
Till I find a place to lie

Oh, oh, it’s so beautiful to be alone
Got the sun and trees and silence
I’m in my Laurel Canyon home

Looking back a century
I look at where I stand
It must have looked the same as when
Apaches roamed the land

Now the sun is sinking
It’s time to reminisce
Here’s a way of living
That I will sorely miss

2401

There’s a hero living at 2401
and all around–
A family circus in the sun.
Got his Mothers working
While you’re having fun…
Trying to change the system,
Many things that must be done.

Where did Moon go?
Better call a GTO
In the red room,
Pam is planning where to go
Gail and Pauline,
Who is prowling round your door?
A maniac, The Raven
Could he have his gun back? No!

2401–got myself a place to stay.
On the railroad, Kansas nearer every day.
Miss Christine cooking,
Looking very gay.
How do you say a Thank You?
How do you ever tear yourself away?

Ready To Ride

I’ve waited a long time
To get my loving done.
There’s so much beauty around here,
I’m bound to find me one.

I said, “Baby–
Don’t you run, you can’t hide.
My love is boiling over
‘Cos right now I’m ready to ride.”

Took me one week to find her–
We danced a special way.
She got me so excited
That I couldn’t walk away!

Love all night till the morning,
She nearly wrecked my mind.
She’s got to be the best lover
A man could ever hope to find.

Medicine Man

I had a bit of bad luck–
Something I would never plan.
Got a little trouble.
Help me any way you can.
I’m out of circulation                                                                                                                           So take me to your medicine man.

Loving is a gamble,
Never knowing who to choose
Find yourself a winner,
Then you find you picked to lose

Now I’ve gone and lost
And I don’t want no ‘told you so’s’.
Maybe you were lucky–
Funny, that’s the way it goes.

Somebody’s Acting Like A Child

Just a silly kind of quarrel when we made each other wild
Maybe both of us were wrong but somebody’s acting like a child.

You shouldn’t have been so selfish–
I shouldn’t have walked out.
It makes you kind of wonder what love is all about.

Now I’ve gone and lost my feelings ever since you got me riled.
Maybe we should talk it over — Somebody’s acting like a child

The Bear

I’ve been living with the Bear in a big house full of blues.
Going back through the years, hear any record you choose.

The sun is shining down and the Bear is rolling in the shade.

Everybody is gonna boogie, blues roll night and day.
Turn on all of the people who got no place to stay.

All the men of Canned Heat are part of my family.
I’m gonna remember the things they did for me.
I got to be moving, they call me Wandering John
I’ll see you, old Bear, I’ll be back ‘fore long…

Miss James

I read about her in a magazine–
The writer painted her in colors of a queen.
Other people said bad things instead,
So I was curious to check out what I’d read
But asking around she couldn’t be found                                                                                      Strange, elusive Miss James!

Two weeks later I was down the Shrine.
Saw a pretty girl who would suit me fine.
Rushing around we forgot to trade names–
I didn’t connect her with the one I called Miss James.
I was surprised when I realized                                                                                                        The two were one and the same!
I had the phone company give her number to me.
I called her at home–she said she was alone,
Would she see me tonight?                                                                                                             Yeah, that was alright…
(segues into)

First Time Alone

There was nothing like that first time
I was alone with you
And the glow of your eyes told me love–
Sweet perfume in your hair

There was nothing like the way
Time went by as we lay by the fire
And the burning logs flickered flames
That drew us close without a sound

First time I was alone with you
Your bed was so soft with your sweet whispering–
Your fingers explore my burning skin
Gentle as a butterfly

No matter how many things we’ve known together
There will never be such a peace
Like that first time
I was alone with you…

Long Gone Midnight

Long gone midnight and I want my woman so bad.
No use waiting for her. She won’t come, I call that sad.

Long gone midnight and it’s a cold wait till the dawn.
Sometimes love can make you wish that you had never been born.

Long gone midnight and I miss her though she don’t care.
When you’ve just lost your lover there’s nowhere to go–nowhere.

Fly Tomorrow

Got to fly tomorrow–got to pack my gear.
Re-adjust my mind, my time is near.
Fly tomorrow–got to pack up my gear.
Fly tomorrow–now my time is drawing near.

Fly tomorrow–get ready for the change                                                                                   Living back at home be so strange.                                                                                                      Living back at home gonna be so strange.                                                                                     Fly tomorrow–living back home is gonna be strange….

Got to fly tomorrow–got to be goodbye                                                                                           ‘Fore tomorrow’s over, I’ll be in the sky.                                                                                  tomorrow–well it’s got to be goodbye                                                                                             Fly tomorrow–I’ll be way up in the sky                                                                                                       Way up in the sky…way up in the sky                                                                                                  Way up in the sky…way up in the sky                                                                                                  In the sky…in the sky…

 

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Harbingers of Christmas

1. Mandarins have been available now for a while.
2. Shaw’s Frame channel changed over Friday to their annual yule fireplace, which will last well into January

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2 Betty Plus Four Gigs (1974 A.D.)

Sat., Nov. 2, 1974, Club 41 (enlisted men’s mess), CFB Cold Lake (I saved/recorded in mono)

Set 1

Me and You and a Dog Named Boo–Lobo

Clap for the Wolfman–The Guess Who

Let Me Be There–Olivia Newton John

Suzanne–Leonard Cohen/Noel Harrison

Spiders and Snakes–Jim Stafford

Spinning Wheel–Blood, Sweat & Tears

Neverending Song of Love–Delaney, Bonnie & Friends

Greenback Dollar–Johnny Rivers

Rock Around the Clock–Bill Hailey and the Comets

Great Balls of Fire–Jerry Lee Lewis/Billy J. Kramer

Tossin’ and Turnin’–Bobby Lewis/Chad Allan

Daisy a Day–Jed Strunk

It’s So Nice To Be with You–Gallery

Long, Long Time to Get Old–Ian & Sylvia

Break My Mind–Olivia Newton-John

Carry on–The Bells?

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da–The Beatles

Down on the Corner–CCR

Sensuous Woman–Don Gibson

Save the Last Dance for Me–The Drifters

Honky Tonk–Bill Doggett

Sundown–Gordon Lightfoot

Rock Medley: Johnny B. Goode–Chuck Berry, Whole Lotta Shakin’–Jerry Lee Lewis, Roll Over Beethoven–Chuck Berry/The Beatles

Knock Three Times–Tony Orlando & Dawn

Maybelline–Chuck Berry/Johnny Rivers

Green Green Grass of Home–Tom Jones/Pozo Seco

He Was Me, He Was You–The Bells

Set 2

Blue Suede Shoes–Carl Perkins

Foxy Lady–Jimi Hendrix Experience

Funny Face–Donna Fargo

Top of the World–The Carpenters

The Snakes Crawl at Night–Charley Pride

Beatles medley: A Hard Day’s Night/I Should Have Known Better/Hey Jude

Since I Met You Baby–Ivory Joe Hunter

The Anniversary Song–traditional

Gloria–Them

Delta Dawn–Helen Reddy

Under the Double Eagle–instrumental

The Midnight Special/The Midnight Hour–Johnny Rivers

Cecilia–Simon & Garfunkle

A New World in the Morning–Roger Whittaker

Abilene–George Hamilton IV

Sweet Gypsy Rose–Tony Orlando & Dawn

Bad Moon Risin’–CCR

Beautiful Sunday–Daniel Boone

Summertime–Gershwin

(We played a fair bit of older rock (’50s) because the other band members and most audiences in the area were about 10 years older than me (24-25). We were also in an area served by nearby country radio stations.)

December 1974, Club 41 again (recorded in split stereo)

Both sets

Spinning Wheel

This Is My Happy Song– ?

Then Came the White Man–The Stampeders

Let It Ride–BTO

Neverending Song of Love

Daisy a Day

Greenback Dollar

Clap for the Wolfman

He Was Me, He Was You

Sundown

Me and You and a Dog Named Boo

Save the Last Dance/Don’t Let Me Down medley–The Beatles

Oh What a Feeling!–Crowbar

Spiders and Snakes

Sitting on Top of the World

Knock 3 Times

Sensuous Woman

Silver Bells–Xmas song

I Shot the Sheriff–Eric Clapton

If You Love Me–Olivia Newton-John

Brother Louie–Stories

Summertime

Rock Around the Clock

Johnny B. Goode

Since I Met You Baby

Honky Tonk

Rock ‘n’ Roll Music–Chuck Berry

What I’d Say–Ray Charles

Lucille–Everly Bros.

Bring It On Home to Me–Sam Cooke/The Animals

Love Potion #9–The Searchers

Memphis–Chuck Berry/Johnny Rivers, Maybelline

Blue Suede Shoes

All I Have to Do Is Dream–Everly Bros.

Midnight Special/Midnight Hour medley

Tossin’ and Turnin’

Break My Mind Behind Closed Doors–Charlie Rich

Ob-la-di, Ob-la-da

Bad Moon Rising

New World in the Morning

Big Bad Leroy Brown–Jim Croce

Beautiful Sunday

Bidin’ My Time–Anne Murray

The Snakes Crawl at Night

Don’t Let the Sun Catch You Crying–Gerry and the Pacemakers

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Incredibly Dangerous 1984-ish U.S. Propaganda

being mailed to Canadian mailboxes:
The Epoch Times.

A crap-agenda rag available for a few years in Canadian restaurants, worming its way further and more into our relatively sane country.

The rag now has a Canadian edition and is getting more dangerous with an appeal to Western Canadian rednecks and Kenney supporters.
(No wonder idiots were invading MB hospitals to check on Covid cases.)

An ultra-conservative/GOP invasion of privacy and unfiltered infiltration into another country, trying to drive Canadians as crazy as the lunatic fringe south of the border.

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Does this sound like Trump/GOP voters?

“A democracy depends upon the individual and voter making an intelligent and rational choice for what he regards as his enlightened self-interest in any given circumstance.”
–Aldous Huxley

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Trump:

“Every idol, however exalted, turns out to be a Moloch, hungry for human sacrifice.”

–Aldous Huxley

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The Wisdom of Aldous Huxley

(from another book from his personal library)

Huxley (1894-1963) was a notable intellectual, mystic, witty novelist, and consciousness expert and the author of Brave New World. He was long involved with Eastern philosophies and, notably, the human potential movement.

-All that happens means something; nothing you do is ever insignificant.

-It is necessary for us to be open to and conscious of information from all systems, sources, and worlds.

-It is necessary to balance reason with immediate experience.

-Life is short and information endless: nobody has time for everything.

-My mind is so busy thinking about values that I don’t have time to experience them.

-Everybody strains after happiness, and the result is that nobody’s happy.

-Happiness is like coke–something you get as a by-product in the process of making something else.

-Never put off the fun you can have today.

-We are all geniuses up to the age of ten.

-Children are remarkable for their intelligence and ardor, for their curiosity, for their intolerance of shams, the clarity and ruthlessness of their vision.

-The secret of genius to carry the spirit of the child into old age, which means never losing your enthusiasm.

-Societies are composed of individuals and are good insofar as they help individuals to realize their potentialities and to lead a happy and creative life.

-Technological progress has merely provided us with more efficient means for going backwards.

-A love of nature keeps no factories busy.

-My father considered a walk among the mountains the equivalent of churchgoing.

-We shall be permitted to live on this planet only for as long as we treat all nature with compassion and intelligence.

-The proper study of mankind is books.

-The writer proposes, the readers dispose.

-Every man’s memory is his private literature.

-Everyone who knows how to read has it in their power to magnify themselves, to multiply the way in which they exist, to make their life full, significant, and interesting.

-The creation by word power of something out of nothing–What is it but magic? And what may I add, what is that but literature?

-Words can be like X-rays if you use them properly–they’ll go through anything. You read and you’re pierced.

-Words form the thread on which we string our experiences.

-Words are man’s first and most grandiose invention. With language he created a whole new universe.

-Much of one’s life is a prolonged effort to avoid thinking.

-…man’s almost infinite appetite for distractions.

-The more powerful and original a mind, the more it will incline toward the region of solitude.

-If one’s different, one’s bound to be lonely.

-Facts do not cease to exist because they are ignored.

-An unexciting truth may be eclipsed by a thrilling falsehood.

-The deepest sin against the human mind is to believe things without evidence.

-The vast majority of human beings are not interested in reason or satisfied with what it teaches.

-However expressive, symbols can never be the things they stand for.

-You shall know the truth and the truth shall make you mad.

-One believes things because one has been conditioned to believe them.

-Most human beings have an almost infinite capacity for taking things for granted.

-That men do not learn very much from the lessons of history is the most important of all the lessons that history has to teach.

-It isn’t a matter of forgetting. What one has to learn is how to remember and yet be free of the past.

-Real progress is progress in charity, all other advances being secondary thereto.

-Cruelty and compassion come with the chromosomes.

-Maybe this planet is another planet’s hell.

-Freedom to be a round peg in a square hole.

-The most nearly free men have always been those who combined virtue with insight.

-At their first appearances, innovators have always been described as fools and madmen.

-I wanted to change the world. But I have found that the only thing one can be sure of changing is oneself.

-There is only one corner of the universe you can be certain of improving and that’s your own self.

-The more a man knows about himself in relation to every kind of experience, the greater his chance of suddenly, one fine morning, realizing, who in fact he is.

-Contemplation and consciousness go together. Our consciousness can be liberated by breaking the back of ego. Our most memorable experiences are ones felt/experienced upsurges of consciousness.

-Consciousness is only possible through change; change is only possible through movement.

-We don’t want to change. Every change is a menace to stability.

-If most of us remain ignorant of ourselves, it is because self-knowledge is painful and we prefer the pleasures of illusion.

-For in spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody.

-We live together, take action, we react to one another; but always , and in all circumstances, we are by ourselves.

-You know nothing of my inner world, and yet you presume to judge that world.

-Love is a mode of knowledge.

-One touches and, in the act of touching, one’s touched.

-After silence, that which comes nearest to expressing the inexpressible is music.

-Perhaps it is good for one to suffer. Can an artist do anything if he is happy? Would he ever want to do anything? What is art, after all, but a protest against the horrible inclemency of life?

-People believe in God because they’ve been conditioned to believe in God.

-It is natural to believe in God when you’re alone–quite alone, in the night, thinking about death.

-The only truly consistent are the dead.

-There was a thing called the soul and a thing called immortality.

-It is a bit embarrassing, to have been concerned with the human problem all one’s life and find at the end that one has no more to offer by way of advice than ‘Try to be a little kinder’.

-To his dog, every man is Napoleon; hence, the constant popularity of dogs.

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