Hello Bettermost friends!
Monday back in my cube, and I feel like I just left this place! Actually, I did.
I was here on Sunday from 1 - 5, doing "bank stuff".
We have a whole bunch of systems we use....FiServ (for checking/savings accounts), AFS (for loans), E*Vision (for copies of checks) Synergy (loan history) and stuff like that.
Well the bank has decided to "migrate" to a new system called "Partenon" (I think that's spelled right) and it will handle all those functions. this weekend is the first "migration", so the FiServ system is going away as of Monday. To minimize the effect on our customers, the bank is having the "migration" happen on Saturday and Sunday instead of normal banking hours.
So I had to go to my office today, log onto Partenon, and then verify a number of random accounts, to verify that the account numbers, dollar amounts, history, and authorized signers went to the new system as it should have.
From what I saw, everything went well, with the occasional glitch here or there.
Looking over my calendar for this week, how did I manage to get so busy?
Monday - nothing
Tuesday - dinner plans with friends
Wednesday & Thursday - bowling tournament
Friday - possible dinner plans in NYC
Saturday & Sunday - BBQs to go to
Monday - possible lunch plans in NYC.
at some point, I need to do baking for the two BBQs. LOL
I guess Brian won't like me because I always felt the Richard Harris version was, well, dumb.
And no matter who's singing it, I still don't understand the lyrics!
Yeah, the lyrics were always somethingn else on that song.....discussion on that at the bottom of the post.
I loved Donna Summer so much. However, I have to say I am in the Richard Harris column. I loved the heart and mystery of the way it was recorded. Not quite as straight forward. It had a degree of mystery to it in my mind.. I love love it. After all, isnt that what music is all about? Something you can hear, and relate to. It is proof that one way something is done will resonate with some, and others not so much. But ultimately we all have a choice. Plus there is also the chance that by listening to something you did not care for on first hearing it. You can learn to like, or possibly to hate. Its very much a part of being human.
I loved Donna Summer as well Janice, and for me, I can listen to/enjoy both versions.
In 1968 I was trying to get rid of my strange, never spoken about, sexual feelings. I was dating girls and wondering why it never led anywhere. I mean kissing them good night was traumatic. 
At the same time I was madly in love with a mate who was shagging every girl he could get his hands on so I guess the song did resonate with me. I look back on that time with a sad nostalgia. He died last year of spinal cancer and I visited him a few months beforehand. I never came out to him but I am sure he knew.
By 1978 I was at discos with gay boyfriends and did not care who was singing the music (and I doubt they played Macarthur Park) so I recognise the songs but the name Donna Summers is vague to me. By then my radio listening would have moved to classical music stations where it has stayed ever since.
The only time I listen to classical music is if I'm watching a figure skating competition.
I'm familiar with some pieces, and I know classical music is beautiful, but I prefer my music with lyrics and a beat.
Well I have always been a fan of all kinds of music. I have always loved to dance. So the disco era was one I remember quite fondly. I think as in any kind of music. There are good and bad ones. It is only trite because some people have the snooty idea that they are above it.
I think you're right, Janice! I've heard so many people just rip on Disco and dance music in general. I remember the whole "Disco Sucks" movement, and I never understood why that happened. There is some great disco out there.
Yes Brian, I was in in the era too, when Richard Harris's version of Macarthur Park was a hit. Wasn't there some discussion back then that it was metaphorically about the Kennedys??
Sue, that's a new one for me. I have a book at home called "Wacky Top 40" and "MacArthur Park" is one of the songs. The writer of it did an interview and said that the song is about a breakup of a relationship. Apparently "the cake" represented the relationship, all baked properly and iced, and then when it went bad, it was like a cake left in the rain, slowly being destroyed, and since he felt the relationship was a 'once in a lifetime' thing, he would "never have that recipe again'.
I still don't get why the cake is called "MacArthur Park."
Topic: Cellar Scribblings (Read 9198210 times)