Endless Summer Creations

I am surrounded by all of Joni's music once again. I had tapes and CDs for many of these albums but they all got lost along the way. I repurchased about 6 albums on the Amazon cloud. But now I see that virtually her entire catalogue has joined the YouTube pantheon. Joni is and always will be my favorite artist of all. She gives a voice to what I'm feeling. She helped me find myself as a young adult, and beyond. In the midst of pain, she shows me the beauty. Joni's music is love, pain, beauty, yearning, confessions, anguish, leaving, American culture, and intellect all at once. She sits with me in my loneliness. She sees the voices inside me and coaxes them out..will not allow me to leave my own stories untold. With her, I celebrate and fulfill all that I am. Tony Varela Photography via Flickr

Made another playlist today - this time celebrating all my favorite alternative music from the past and present.  I think the '90s especially was the renaissance for alternative.  The above link for "Somewhere Only We Know" (one of my favorites) doesn't actually take you to the playlist.  Click here for the Good Alternative Music Playlist which is also public on Endless Summer Creations' YouTube profile.

I'm not sure if this will link you to my actual playlist itself, but my playlist is entitled Good R&B/Hip-Hop/Rap (click here!) and is public on Endless Summer Creations' profile 😀💓  Great music to create to 😉

I am so furious at that part of this country that shrugs off these constant massacres, that just digs in its heels even deeper and says "They're not takin' my guns!", that says the 2nd Amendment is absolute, that lets each one of these slaughters be an infomercial to go BUY, BUY, BUY!  The "weapons of mass destruction" were not in Iraq.  They're right here in America.  And they are out to get us.  It could be any one of us next time.  You, me, our sons, our daughters, our moms, dads, too many loved ones to count.  Just like Abel's blood, the blood of all of these victims is screaming out from the ground.  The little ones of Sandy Hook whose Christmas ornaments were still drying on the windowsills, Virginia Tech, The Dark Knight Rises in Aurora, CO, the Charleston, SC church, Pulse in Orlando, FL, Las Vegas, and how many more?  Their blood cries out to deaf ears. Instead it's just "I'm sorry for your loss," "My thoughts and