Fistfull of Dollars

Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

Welcome to Our Blog

Stay updated with expert insights, advice, and stories. Discover valuable content to keep you informed, inspired, and engaged with the latest trends and ideas.

Instagram

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    Things We Do For Love

    Things We Do For Love 10 CC was a a big act back in the Seventies. “Like walkin in the rain and the snow and there’s no where to go. Feels like a part of you is dying”. The ultimate polished production from England. Seems like the British…

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    Careless Whisper

    Careless WhisperGeorge Michael “I’m never gonna dance again. Guilty feet got no rhythm.” He was puzzled why this song became so popular. He penned it when he was 17 and admittedly had little experience with relationships let alone infidelity and breaking up. But such is the nature of…

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    One More For the Road

    One More For the RoadFrank Sinatra will always be the voice of America. It is a voice that pops up in my JukeBox Brain when I least expect it. As a jazz drummer it is expedient to be able to play the Sinatra book of tunes, usually with…

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    Me and My Arrow

    Russell Buddy Helm  1.4K followers • 159 following Intro Featured Section Featured Photos Friends 1,255 friends Cathy Burchett Will Cameron Wheeler Drew Hennessey Peaceful Waters Isgro Alan Berger Sandra Melvoin Kenneth Davidoff Joyce Evans Aris Wiwid Life events Posts Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook Facebook…

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    For What It’s Worth

    For what it’s WorthSteven Stills was one more extremely talented musician composer from the Tampa Bay area of Florida. Genius or maybe the water. This song was recorded by Buffalo Springfield back in the mid Sixties. “Stop, Hey what’s that sound, everybody look what’s going round.” An anthem…

  • Ennio Moriconi’s soundtrack for Clint Eastwood’s “Fistful of Dollars” greeted me over my first cup of coffee this morning.
    I was afraid of what would pop up. My jukebox Brain has been alerted to the fact that I am writing about it’s morning musical memory recitals. Like I said before, I have no control over what song my brain whips up in the morning. Spaghetti westerns are not bad.
    The phenom of media is all-encompassing now. Netflix docs on Clint mentioned that his agent thought going to Italy was a bad idea. “Malpasso” became his production company name. “Bad Idea”. Bad agents not with standing.
    We have passed through the era of “anti-hero” and are now in terra incognita as far as male roll models go. Good luck.
    I identified with Clint too much as a young man. So romantic: ride in, blast the bad guys, love the ladies and ride out of town. Much like being a drummer. We are living a dream. Unless we have to work for a living.
    I am looking forward to the future. The present-not so much. Pulling together isn’t something that is popular right now. Morriconi knew how to get an orchestra to cooperate and the result was great art. Let’s hope for the best.

    Light My Fire

    Light My Fire Enough has been written about The Doors already. But the history of Jim Morrison is always fodder for rock scribes. We both got our starts in a dinky mildewed coffee house in Pinellas Park Florida; a suburb of St. Petersburg on the gulf coast of…


Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *