Tuesday, April 7, 2020

BOTB Results: The Quarantine NEWS!

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Headcount! How many of us remain virus free? Raising my virtual hand right now! I spent my time wisely staying out of the droplet storm we are all warned of...darn bats and humans. You can't trust them. Turns out, tigers are "iffy," too...and their KING is absolutely nuts. 

This is the kind of "news" I'm absorbing during my quarantine. Good times, good times...

BACK TO THE BATTLE RESULTS!  I couldn't have called this battle, my peeps -- it was a tuneful clash of the Titans, without the soulful eyes of a glistening Harry Hamlin (as if there could ever be a Clash of the Titans without Harry...but I digress). 

The votes: 

Tom Petty & the Heartbreakers

Bee Gees

Huey Lewis & the News
Mary B.

So what you're trying to tell me is you ARE coming 'round here, stayin' alive is not a priority, and the NEWS is good.

Huey Lewis and the News, to the victor goes the spoils!! Sing us out!!

Friends, please check out the rest of the crew! I'll see you back here on the 1st - and good luck to all the A-to-Z Challenge bloggers this April!!

Wednesday, April 1, 2020

Battle of the Bands: April Fool's Day? For Whom? Musical or Medical?

As always, a big thank you to FAE (faraway eyes) for the original creative spark that started what would become the Battle of the Bands and to STEPHEN T. "Brudder!" McCARTHY for hosting and keeping us on track. My personal Battle gets posted on the 1st of each month and results appear magically on the seventh, God willing. Several of the battling buddies post on the 15th also, so make sure you visit and vote, no more than ten times each or so. You know...legal.

First of all, let's review the current challenge between dear, ole' Stephen T. McCarthy (my brudder) and I...that we do a FOOLISH blog theme!

Immediately, a theme came to mind. This particular foolishness knows no boundaries. It's shared by one and all, no matter your belief or faith in the powers that be or confidence in the world of medicine.

You guessed it: I'm talking about the quarantine.

Just to be clear, I think that it's a good idea to stay close to home and try and keep this new bug at bay -- ESPECIALLY for all the folks who might not weather it well. Truth be told, I would be in that "watch yerself, don't do nuttin' foolish" group. 

Well played, if it keeps us healthy, folks. There are legitimately some terrible outcomes of this virus, like deaths in all age groups! Careful, thoughtful, level-headed decisions are not what I'm talking about here.

But, people...there's a goldmine of foolishness out there. 

Like what, Cherdo? 

How about bad data, "no data" presented as data, outright lies and statistical high-jinks, bad medical "guesses" presented as good advice, purely Googled advice, crowd based medical-freelancing, pandemic pandemonium, political nonsense, bill padding, quarantine mocking, toilet paper hoarding, media malarkey, too soon, too late, trust no one...trust fate...I'm gonna need my own neck doctor from shaking my head so much. From purposeful coughing on produce, CoVid 19 parties, to fighting over paper towels...humans really know how to show their hiney, folks. And this is occurring at all levels of income, all religions, all political parties, all ethnicity...it's the equal opportunity kind of foolishness that many partake of. 

The good news is that it makes me really WANT to stay home. Quarantine? Nay...Quarantastic!

So, for this FOOLISH theme, I ask you to put all the madcap foolishness aside and pick the tune that feels like the best theme song for your particular quarantine experience (OR your favorite).




By the way, in case you are wondering, my family is doing fine, thank you. We are healthy thus far, thank the Lord, and working from home. I hope that you and yours are doing just as well and will continue to avoid any of the pitfalls of this crazy season of viruses and economic helter skelter.

But, do you know what time it is? VOTING TIME! So, wipe down that keyboard and tap tap tap your little hearts out as you tell me your choice. Then visit all my blog buddies (from a safe distance) to see what they are up to this April Fool's Day.

Everybody: stay well, wash those hands, and meet me back here on April 7th. No foolin'.

Saturday, March 7, 2020

BOTB Results: Whiskey in the Jar

Battle Barons and Baronesses, what God hath wrought? Here's the results to the Battle of the Band for March 1, 2020!

Let me tell you, I could have sworn I was sliding into a landslide victory for the Irish Rovers on this one, but Thin Lizzy held their own against them right up till the very last minute. No shame, lads; no shame at all. A little surprised to find that Celtic Timber...er, Celtic Thimble...uh, Thunder...didn't seem to be many folks' cup o' tea. So, how did it shake out?

Celtic Thunder:

Thin Lizzy: 6
Arlee, Mike, Cathy, aisasami, Debbie D., and Kim

Irish Rovers: 7
Mary B. Debra, Stephen, John, angryparsnip, Diedre and Birgit

Squeaking ahead to take the win: THE IRISH ROVERS!! Sing us out, boys!

Join me and the gang on April 1 for another battle AND another Stephen T. McCarthy/Cherdo on the Flipside challenge to make our theme honor (Honor? Is there honor among fools?) April Fools Day...it's all about fools & foolishness, folks. Let the music take us where it will.

How'd you do on YOUR vote in the other battles? Go, find out! Defend your honor! I've got stuff to do for April 1st. See you then.

For those of you who thought drinking was required 
for the past battle, here are YOUR results:

Sunday, March 1, 2020

Battle of the Bands: A Challenge in Honor of (hic) St. Paddy's Day and the Like

As always, a big thank you to FAE (faraway eyes) for the original creative spark that started what would become the Battle of the Bands and to STEPHEN T. "Brudder!" McCARTHY for hosting and keeping us on track. My personal Battle gets posted on the 1st of each month and results appear magically six days later, God willing. Several of the battling buddies post on the 15th also, so make sure you check them out!

First of all, let's review the challenge posted by dear, ole' Stephen T. McCarthy of Battlin' bloggers' fame, on the occasion of my LAST battle wrap-up:

Stephen T. McCarthy, February 22, 2020 at 2:07 PM:
Pretty decent Battle, vote margin-wise, DOC CHERDO.

You've done this before, huh? This warn't yer first rodeo, wuz it?

Hey, see ya again March 1st-ish.  I'm trying to decide what to do in my next Battle. And since Saint Paddy's Day is next month, I've thought that maybe you and I should team up to do Irish singers / musicians and tell some of the old wild 'n' crazy 'n' embarrassin' drinking stories from our rebellious youts. (You got any? ;^) If not, I'll rent you one of mine at a special low "Green Beer" rate of only $1.99 per day. Because that's just the kinda friend and brudder I yam!)
~ Stephen

DogGtor of Alcohology & King of Inebriation Nation

CHERDO: "Uh...yes please."

Rebellious youts? Of course, I've got a tale or two, but I must see your ID to make sure you're old enough to hear them. After all, I grew up during the rule of DISCO, where everything you did had a two drink minimum and that was the one peer pressure "thing" I caved on. 

Now, young Stephen T. McCarthy has given me the impression that he is the expert on rabble rousing and bar hop-o-pedia. You may think that I'm going to pull out a shocking tale of debauchery that will be whispered about for years to come; perhaps a night in the lock up or forgotten, blacked out weekends.

I got nuttin' like that, but I do have one story that we still laugh about amongst my Ohio pals...and it involves "the drink." 

Cindy, my dear pal, and I had just experienced a horrid week, stressful and pushing all the buttons. We've all been there at one time or another, I'm sure. It was Saturday and a gang of musicians were at her house and we set off to the grocery store to by supplies to whip up a meal. 

Along the way, we decided that we'd stop at The Lodge, a local tavern, and have a beverage.

You must understand this: we were BOTH the non-drinker kind of drinkers. We liked our drinks in beautiful pastels with umbrellas or skewered fruit, you savvy? In fact, when I used to have to deal with the "two drink minimum," I usually let my buddy pick for me or I ordered the first thing that came to mind because I really didn't like ANY alcoholic drink but I was stupid enough to drink them to fit in to the scene, so to speak. So screwdrivers, rum and Coke, mimosas, anything I'd heard of before might be my order...but not because I actually liked it. I knew very little about drinks and drinking and as a result, I was also the first one to get snookered because of my lack of expertise, shall we say.

On this particular evening, we decided to follow the suggestion of a friend who told us: "The Lodge has really good Long Island Ice Teas."  

The website www.liquor.com says this about the Long Island Ice Tea: "On paper, the Long Island Iced Tea is one hot mess of a drink. Four different—and disparate—spirits slugging it out in a single glass, along with triple sec, lemon juice and cola? The recipe reads more like a frat house hazing than one of the world’s most popular cocktails. And yet, somehow, it works."

Uh...I didn't know any of that at the time. It just sounded harmless and we had a small amount of time, so as we reviewed Hell Week in conversation as we slurped down an awfully large Tom Collins glass of the legendary Long Island Iced Tea. Wow. It hit me all at once and I was rubber-legged.

Believe me, friends of Blogland, when I say I staggered out the door...shocking, really, if you don't know the Long Island Iced Tea recipe but you better believe I looked it up later: vodka, rum, tequila, gin...OH MY. It's no wonder I was the one-drink-drunk. 

Off to the grocery store we went; at this point, we were in a bit of a hurry. Rounding the corner of one of the aisles in the store, we saw a huge display made of canned goods. HUGE. It was pretty cool and I think the words "pretty cool" were still hanging in the air as I bumped the base of the display and it all came tumbling down. The noise seemed to go on forever and the cans rolled so far away from original location that it was really quite impressive. Cans were everywhere...like the store was suddenly filled with them. I thought the stock boy was turning blue; his mouth just hung open and he stared at the can carnage...it was a Libby's Libby's Libby's Humpty Dumpty scenario. No chance at putting it back together again.

We said "sorry", paid for our minimal purchases, and left. We should have walked home; seriously. And no...I never did go into that store again.

The End.

[I learned to order Seven-Up with lime...it looks like a drink. Bam. Take that, peers. Who's walking a straight line now?]


The song that every Irish lad and lass knows: Whiskey in the Jar.  It's rock versus folk versus travelin' show! 




You know that St. Patrick would be proud.

Enough about me and my misspent yout...these fine bloggers have battles that need votes as much as mine! So, tell me which one you prefer and maybe even why you prefer that particular version and hurry on down to the other battlin' bloggers.

We will all see you back here on the 7th. 

Friday, February 21, 2020

BOTB Results: The Handiest of "Handyman"

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Well, well, well...wasn't this a sweet surprise? Maybe not for you, but for ME!

Though dear, sweet baby James held the top spot for his rendition of "Handyman" on the charts, dat ain't how we play it on the Flipside (where everyone gets a shot at internet stardom...for a brief and shining moment).

In the battle of Del Shannon, rock & roll pioneer, versus Don Campbell, reggae-in' up the classics, the votes were as follows:


Mary B
Debbie D.

And the winner is: 

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Okay, I confess, I just like this album cover. "Handyman" actually appears on his Any Day Now album, released in 2009, for those interested. Go for it!  Mr. Campbell did several other interesting covers that I need to investigate, according to the Wiki gods. Perhaps we will see him again!

To the victor! Sing us out, Don!

In the words of Peggy Lee: "Is that all there is?" 

Of course, not! Right now, don't wait another second, skedaddle over to these fine blogs to check out their results. Can you pick a winner? Let's find out...


See you here on the 1st each month...and an occasional 15th...so please be Battle-ready for the next round. We take no prisoners.

Saturday, February 15, 2020

Battle of the Bands: Something Handy for the Peeps

Ladies and Gentlemen:  
This is the Battle of the Bands!

As always, a big thank you to FAE (faraway eyes) for the original creative spark that started what would become the Battle of the Bands and to STEPHEN T. "Brudder!" McCARTHY for hosting and keeping us on track. The Battle gets posted on the 1st and 15th of each month and results appear magically six days later, God willing.

How'd your Valentine's Day shake out? Did you and your honey "cut a rug?" Did you give him/her some sugar? Get or give flowers...candy... 

Long ago, my dear husband put forth the theory that Valentine's Day was for card-hoarding schmucks and those who pride themselves on public displays of affection. Hey...it's HIS theory; I kinda take the stance that there's not enough celebrations in the world and I'll take all I can get, regardless of origin. Hallmark...well played. 

For Hubzam's benefit and amusement, each February 14th, I respond with a ridiculous display of heart-shaped food, candies, and miscellaneous goodies. I'll celebrate alone, if necessary. But, it's never necessary.

My refusal to ignore Hallmark's challenge to love it up and his solid insistence it's a "made up holiday" makes us both smile at our mutual stubbornness. We're actual a greatly matched pair, comfortable with our weird quirks and willingness to (actually, the way we look forward to) laughs at our own expense. I love that about him.

In short, it's sure handy to have a honey. If you don't have one...get one. If you have one -- hold on to them! If you've got a BAD one, think long and hard about who you will spend next Valentine's Day with...life is too short. And you're always welcome to stop by my house on the 14th of February for heart-shaped meatloaf and dessert. 

But if you still think you're unlucky in love, maybe you just need to find a HANDYMAN...hmmmm...





Time to vote! Which tune is your fav? How did you spent Valentine's Day? Or do you need to join Hubzam's bah-❤️-humbug team? That dern squad always needs cheerleaders.

Now, kindly visit my blog buddies to see their battles and vote! See you on the 21st with results.

Friday, February 7, 2020

BOTB Results: The Party IS over!

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Good morning, afternoon or evening, depending on your latitude or attitude (am I close to a Jimmy Buffet plagarism event? No, Jimmy, I'm not! Call that lawyer off, pronto).

The "When the Party's Over" battle in on the books! Check out Jingle Jangle Jungle for a complete list of the past battles under the BOTB MASTER link. Mary has done a fantastic job of keeping up with the stats, even though she has been a bit under the weather in the past month. I'd like to call that my best shot at understatements for 2020. Keep our friend, Mary, in your prayers, along with folks like sweet Far Away Eyes. Out of sight, but never out of our minds hearts.

It was nearly a landslide, but here is how the votes shook out. That may be a poorly formed sentence, but...hey, it's me.


Debbie D.
Mary B.

Nobody & Nuttin':

Do I have to say it, friends? To the victor! Sing us out, Neriah:

Thanks for stopping by and I'll see you on April 1 (wrong!) March 1 with another battle. Meanwhile, run don't walk to my peeps' pages to see how your votes looks next to the masses. Update! I'm sliding in a February 15th battle!

Till then - you do you, okay? I'll cover the Flipside of things.


Saturday, February 1, 2020

Battle of the Bands: When the Party's Over...Come See ME!

Apologies for ending 2019 with a resounding, "meh." For some reason, I was getting mad computer hate (Blogger, what is it with you? A simple cache emptying fixed this in the past) and folks, some times it is best to take a deep breath and just let it go. Especially in December... There's only so much fiddling around with the computer that I could offer at that time. It's a long story (you'd thank me for not telling it). 

I mentally acknowledged that the 2019 party was over for Cherdo and that made me pretty content, actually. 

For the results I missed, here's the run down: The Skit Guys 5, Fernando Ortega 7! For the post that refused to post...curses on you, internet gods. My patience was running thin. Take a victory lap, F.O.: click here to review the winner of the last battle of 2019.

But, it's 2020! My cyberstuff is reorganized and I'm here to say thank you to FAE (faraway eyes) for the original creative spark that started what would become the Battle of the Bands and to STEPHEN T. "Dats My Bro" McCARTHY for hosting and keeping us on track. The Battle gets posted on the 1st of each month and results appear magically six days later, God willing.

My misplaced rebel gene desperately wants to reject all the pop sensations of the present day, but I just can't do it some times. This month, I've been listening to a lot of Billie Eilish and asking myself, "What is so great about Billie?" Digging through the stew of hype, videos, lyrics and "indie" pride, turns out there's several songs from her current album that I truly enjoy. So let's battle this one out with one of those songs: "When the Party's Over."

This is the original as performed at the 2020 Grammy Awards with her brother and collaborator, Finneas, on keyboards:

From the steaming fog of my shower, I can tell you that this is a bit of a challenge to sing, range-wise, so it's not a cover for an amateur. 

From his bio link on YouTube:
"Real talents show what they are capable of at a very young age.
IBE is no exception to that; as a 17-year old he is taking the
music world and the hearts of the public by storm."
From Cherdo:
"Well, it's only fair to pit a 17 year old against an 18 year old. Also, I
want to have him sit at the table while I give him milk and a cookie."

From her bio link on YouTube: 
A big, fat nuttin'. 
From Cherdo:
Neriah means "light of Jehovah" and she looks young. Further investigation (Google worm hole...) reveals her last name is Fisher, she's a blogger, born
in LA and she's 19. It's the battle of the youngsters!

By the way, ya'll have no idea how many covers there are of this song, lol.

What do you think? Love it, hate it, but vote, please and then bop on over to the other fine bloggers and see what's up with their Battles. I'll see you on the 7th, deal?