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About trentpmcd

Trent P. McDonald Musician, composer, author, photographer, general creative.

Hope for a Peaceful Dinner?

PHOTO PROMPT © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

Janet dropped her fork and gasped.  I could feel the disapproving eyes of the couple at the next table.

“Are you OK?” I asked.

“The ceiling blinked at me!”

A sidewards glance at the smirks.  “Blinked?”

“Yeah, right there it opened up and for a moment I could see a tunnel of colorful tile that stretched forever.”

A waiter appeared.  “Is everything alright?”

As I was trying to formulate a response, the ceiling opened and sucked the laughing couple at the next table out of the room.

“Yes,” I told the waiter, “but can I see the wine list again?”

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

The Weekly Smile for the 24th of January, 2022 #weeklysmile

Hi all! It was a strange week last week. Well, maybe not: it is winter in New Hampshire, so cold! I have several major projects at work, so busy! Anyway, in some ways a lot going on, in others not much at all. But one thing I did when stuck inside was play music. When I say “play”, I mean on a keyboard with my fingers.

I wrote and recorded two songs last week. One was a simple, and somewhat silly, blues. The other was, well, I’m not sure, perhaps a prog-pop instrumental? You can read about it and listen here and tell me what you think it is. Even without a genre, I like it :)

I do enjoy playing, writing and recording music, so that I was able to make two recordings in one week made for a very good week.

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If We Were Having Coffee on the 22nd of January, 2022 #weekendcoffeeshare

Hello and Welcome! Come on in (close the door quickly!) and I’ll get you a nice large mug of steaming dark roast, a piping cuppa tea or a (very) hot cocoa. By my adjectives you may understand that it is a wee bit chilly out there. I think it was -8 F/ -22 C when I got up this morning. But don’t worry, it has warmed up significantly! Yep it is now a balmy -1F/ -18 C! OK, it is early and it might hit 22 F/-5.5 C later in the day. So, yeah, come on in and warm up a little. Oh, where are we? Some of you may recognize the photo at the top as being from New Hampshire.

I drove back to New Hampshire Saturday evening, cutting my trip to Cape Cod a little shorter than usual. I had a few things to do Sunday, so…. We had snow on Sunday night into Monday, but it rained all Monday morning. Yuck. Several inches of slush. It was wet and nasty to clean up, and then it all froze. So, yeah, it’s pretty icy out there.

My wife took the dogs up to Maine for the week, but I still did a few walks a day on my own. That being said, I didn’t get as much exercise as I would have liked. I had an appointment Tuesday morning. Work was super busy. The cats needed a lot of cuddle and play time.

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For Her Heartbreak – Music Video

And wait, there is more…

Back when I was chatting with Resa, I had a few ideas for music running around in my brain. I did do the recording of The Great Blue’s Blues, but the other blues based song I had thought of was still in my head. Last night I finally had a chance to go back and play with it. I don’t know if I’d call the results “the blues”, but I like it a lot. I hope you do too:

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Jerry “The Knife”

PHOTO PROMPT © Ted Strutz

Jerry “The Knife” Lewis was my man for the harder jobs.  Strong as an ox and dumber than one, he was a picture of efficiency.

Our target was one Madam “X”, society lady.  She had a voracious appetite for reading, yet demanded to touch the books she read.  She hit the library every day.

So, there was Madam “X” in front of the classics, but where was “The Knife”?

It took me 20 minutes to find him surrounded by Cats in Hats and Dogmen.

And, just like that, I lost him.

Today Jerry “The Wizard” Lewis is a bestselling children’s’ author.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Ted Strutz. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.

The Great Blue’s Blues (Video)

So Resa posted some photos of a great mural of a Great Blue Heron. Now, I love me those great blues, so I had to comment about it. And, of course, talking about “those blues”, the subject of The Blues came up. So, after some discussion, I knew I had to play Resa some blues.

Without further discussion, here is The Great Blue’s Blues:

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The Weekly Smile for the 17th of January, 2022 #weeklysmile

Hello everyone. It was an odd week. The weather was, well it is January in New Hampshire. Enough said. One of the things, although I did get out a bit, no matter the weather, and I did a lot of blogging and spent a lot of time on music, I also did some reading, perhaps a little more (non-news/current events reading) than average. And it was different…

When I was a freshman at Ohio State there was a comic strip, Thorn, by a man named Jeff Smith in the student paper. To say I picked up The Lantern each week only to read “Thorn” would be an understatement. I had little use for the paper once the comic was gone.

So, here we are xx years later and I finally decided to read Jeff Smith’s magnum opus, Bone. “Bone” was originally released as a series of “comic books”, but makes up one story. That story was complied into a large graphic novel (1300 pages), “Bone”.

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If We Were Having Coffee on the 15th of January, 2022 #weekendcoffeeshare

Hello and Welcome! Come on in. It is frigid out there and the wind is howling something fierce. Here, I’ll get you a large mug of super strong dark roast, a piping cuppa tea or some hot cocoa to warm you up. Better? Oh, where are we? Some of you may recognize the Edward Gory mug as being close to his house on Cape Cod.

So I drove down here Thursday evening. It rained all day Friday (Cape Cod was the only place on the East Coast to get rain, and it was pouring when I got up at 5:30 and was still raining when I checked at 8 PM in the evening (I could hear the wind after that, but didn’t check the rain situation). It was 25 degrees (F) cooler at 8 PM than it was at 5:30 AM – the temps just fell all day and then all night.

It was a cold week up in New Hampshire and will be a colder weekend. It has thrown my exercise routine off, and I feel it. I did walk the dogs a little, and played with them. I did some strength/weight exercise, but no cardio. Besides that, last week was a super busy week at work. I had massage on Wednesday. I read a little. I played music, though not as much as I would have liked.

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Covering The Sparks – Never Turn Your Back on Mother Earth (Video)

In early December I watched a documentary on the band The Sparks. Don’t know them? They have been around for about 50 years and have helped change music several times. The band is really two brothers, Ron and Russell Mael. They have a distinctive look (Paul McCartney did an impression of Ron on his Coming Up video. Russell sported a new hair cut in the late 70s that was copied by everyone, from Duran Duran to Depeche Mode) and a distinct sound (usually odd!). All of their songs have a twist or a joke to them. I would say that they are much easier to enjoy if you get the joke…

I have always known about the band but rarely heard them. In fact, I think I heard their Propaganda album twice when I was a teen and based most of my knowledge of the band on that, even though they are the truest musical chameleons of all time.

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One Man’s Heaven….

PHOTO PROMPT © Bradley Harris

Dawn spread her multi-colored spender across the sky, painting each cloud with her brush. 

Stan took a deep breath, held it for a second, then let it out, a routine that sent bolts of energy charging through his body.

He took another step out of the lush, tropical green onto the ledge, getting a better view of his little slice of paradise and the shimmering ocean beyond.

The golden glow of the clouds faded as the sapphire sky deepened.

The warm sea beckoned.

“When will a freakin’ rescue ship ever come to take me from this God-forsaken place?” Stan muttered.

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Friday Fictioneers is hosted by  Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.  This week’s prompt is here and uses a photo by @ Bradley Harris. If you want to join or see other stories, go to the inlinkz linkup.