“Finally September arrives, and I enter the High School of Music and Art, with an attitude that could only be described as “Bronx Bravado,” with a little nerd thrown in. I admit I’m not very intimidating, with my big horn — rimmed glasses, neatly pressed striped cotton shirt, “good pants” and my shiny book bag, but I’m a tiger on the inside… at least in my own mirror!
I get to ride a bus and a subway to and from school everyday, then climb one of the highest hills in Manhattan to the top of St. Nicholas Terrace in Harlem, where the High School of Music and Art proudly stands.
I guess I always knew that a brush with a star could bring instant neighborhood fame. I am sorta looked up to because I went to Sunday school with James Merchant, who sings with Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers (“Why Do Fools Fall In Love?”).
After attending my first day of classes, I become aware real fast that I’m no longer in the ethnic majority. I also realize quickly, how financially-challenged I am, compared to my more affluent Jewish classmates. While they make fun of the meals served in the lunch room, I really enjoy them. They are more diverse and tastier than what I’m used to and I can’t wait for lunch period to come around!
Every day something really cool in the cafeteria happens about ten minutes before the bell rings for the next class. A group of five African-American and Hispanic guys sing doo-wop songs that sound as good as the records! “In The Still Of The Night,” “Gloria,” and “Speedo.”
Occasionally, one of the upper classmen, Jimmy Castor, who co-wrote “I Promise To Remember” for Frankie Lymon and the Teenagers, sings lead with the group. Jimmy is drooled over by the girls and admired by the guys — a position I wanted to be in. I know that I’ve come to the right place. I can barely keep up with the other kids — who actually learned something in their old neighborhood schools. I get by with a B — average that at least keeps me from being thrown out of this sanctuary!”
“! was a freshman and Jimmy Castor was a senior and we never spoke a word to each other, but to be around him from time to time, made me feel like one of the guys.”
for the next 50 years, I followed his career and was proud to say I went to school him, then FACEBOOK came along, which I call the “Great Equalizer”. I sent him a friend request along with a paragraph about our shared history, and he confirmed me. I’ll never know if he ever really remembered me, but I’ll never forget him and his eternal funkiness!.
A topless Marissa Miller enjoys 69 sizzling summer videos at the beach!
Bo Diddley, Beach Boys, Lesley Gore, Rascals, Drifters, Lovin’Spoonful, Sly and the Family Stone, Katerina and the Waves, Tokens, Brian Hyland, UNEDITED “I KISSED A GIRL!”, New Kids On The Block, Kid Rock, UNCENSORED Mariah, Usher, David Cooke, NEW TITLES EVERY FRIDAY! Leona Lewis, Duffy, Maroon 5, Rhianna, Elvis, Lee Greenwood, Toby Keith, Jimi Hendrix, Whitney Houston, Fess Parker, James Brown, Johnny Horton, Springsteen!
We all are happy that you’re with us celebrating the beginning of the third year at Artie Wayne On The Web! I’m happy to say we’ve had almost 700,000 visitors to the site. For the next three weeks while I’m editing my book I’ve got a few summer videos for you to enjoy.
ARTIE”S NEW HOT SUMMER MUSIC VIDEOS!https://artiewayne.wordpress.com/2008/05/23/arties-hot-summer-music-videos/ No Rap, No Crap, Good Songs Are Back! UNEDITED “I KISSED A GIRL!”, New Kids On The Block, Kid Rock, UNCENSORED Mariah, Usher, David Cooke, NEW TITLES EVERY FRIDAY! Leona Lewis, Duffy, Maroon 5, Rhianna. and MORE!
HERE IS MY COLLECTION OF PATRIOTIC MUSIC VIDEOS, WHICH HAS BEEN ON THE #1 PAGE IN GOOGLE SEARCH TERMS FOR THE PAST FIVE YEARS! INCLUDES ELVIS, RAY CHARLES, TOBY KEITH, JOHNNY HORTON, BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN, JAMES BROWN, WHITNEY HOUSTON, AND A DOZEN MORE!
FINALLY HERE IS WHITNEY HOUSTON AND “THE STAR SPANGLED BANNER”
I WANT TO LEAVE YOU WITH A POEM BY HUNTER GEORGE…
THE VIEW FROM MY PORCH BY
HUNTER GEORGE
June 7, 2012
Sitting on my porch has always been a comfort to me. I have been fortunate to have front porches in most of the places I have lived. There is a special peace that comes from sitting on your front porch in your favorite rocker of an evening, being carressed by a warm breeze, listening to crickets and watching lightning bugs flash their lights as they float across the lawn. It gives a person opportunity to think and delve into the mysteries of life.
Tonight I puzzled on why so many people forgot about D Day, which happened 68 years ago, on June 6, 1944. A few people as well as I, posted things on Facebook, but I was amazed at the lack of response from my friends to what I posted. Anyone who watched the movie “Saving Private Ryan” got what I think was a tiny taste of the terror of war. I tried to picture in my mind being on a landing craft as the gate fell and you just start running into Hell on Earth. You run on fear and guts. You are in red water and stepping in guts, and you make it to something that protects you, or maybe you find you’re laying in the sand with no legs…….or if you are lucky there is suddenly silence and the blackness of death.
In 1995 I wrote a poem after watching programs on D-Day and the end of World War II. I hope you like it.
REFLECTIONS AFTER FIFTY YEARS
All material is copyrighted 1995-2012 Henry H. George
Fifty years of silence, beginning to fade.
They speak for those who cannot speak from the grave.
I see them on programs about D-Day, VE-Day and VJ-Day.
They try to speak of the unspeakable
That they have lived with for fifty years or more,
And as they try to talk now, for the first time,
They falter, their voices fall silent;
as tears fall down emotion wracked faces
For comrades they saw die those long years ago.
I was just a child when they went off to war.
They finally came home and started families,
Friends and neighbors who are with us today.
But I, like they, wonder about families never started
Who might have been my friends today
They say they are not heroes, and maybe that is true,
But I bow to them all in homage,
Both the living and the dead,
As wrapped in fear and terror, they fought
That I would be free.
I have been honored to kneel at the wall
And touch the name of a childhood friend;
And though not knowing any of those asleep
For half a century or more,
Stood among the thousands in the Cambridge-American
Cemetery in England, tears filling my eyes
For those who had fallen for me.
I always knew if I ever got the chance,
I would go where they are
To honor them and say a prayer
That could not be said as a child.
To those of you who yet live, I hope you will understand
That just as you can’t find the words to speak
Of what you lived through,
I will never find the words to express my feelings
Special thanks to Patti Dahlstrom for her help in putting this tribute together. http://pattidahlstrom.com
Copyright 2012 by Artie Wayne
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