Suz ♥️

Jersey Girl! born and raised!. Love my grown kids, hubs and ♥️ AMERICA!: 💪 Purdue Univ Extension member, volunteer, and workout nut. Yep, ♥️ that’s me!

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Just curious…. Wtf does anyone care about Megan or Hairy? You’re just feeding their public props. 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♂️ and they are eating it up! Don’t be a tool. If you ignore them, they will go away.

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

@IndianapolisZoo how could this Midwest hub lose its accreditation? What happened?

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

When you find your person………. :)

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Aaaaalways ♥️ me some @RealSirTomJones

[Music over time🎻 @Peal8888]

💝“No one but Tom Jones will ever own this song.”💝

I used to think that was just the kind of line people throw around when they’re being dramatic. Then I watched this black-and-white performance from 1967, and the sentence suddenly made sense in a way that felt almost physical.

Tom Jones stands alone on a bare stage. Black suit, white shirt, black tie. No elaborate lighting, no dancers, no visual distractions. Just a man, a microphone, and a song. From the first phrase, something shifts. The performance doesn’t feel like a presentation. It feels like a confession that happens to be happening in public.

The song itself has a quiet history. Lonnie Donegan wrote it in 1962, drawing from an old Depression-era folk tune that people used to sing in Welsh pubs. Lonnie once told Tom, “I’ve got this song — you’d sing the pants off it.” Tom recorded it in 1967 and turned it into a hit. Years later he still called it one of his favorites. In 2019, on The Voice UK, he found himself sitting next to Peter Donegan, Lonnie’s son. The two of them sang the song together. The moment was quiet, but it carried weight. It felt less like a television performance and more like a private conversation that happened to be recorded.

What stays with me, though, isn’t the backstory. It’s the way Tom Jones inhabits the song.

His voice has a thickness and weight that modern production often tries to smooth away. When he moves into the higher phrases, he doesn’t thin the sound out. He keeps the full body of his chest voice, so the emotion never loses its physical presence. The breath support is steady, almost invisible. The placement is forward and clear. Even through the limitations of an old black-and-white broadcast, the voice cuts through cleanly. You can hear the control, but you never feel the effort.

The real difference, though, is in how he treats the emotion. Lines like “I just broke down and cried” and “Please don’t make me fall in love again” are not pushed for theatrical effect. He doesn’t climb into them. He lets them sit. There is restraint in the delivery, a kind of held tension that makes the pain feel lived-in rather than performed. It’s the difference between describing heartbreak and remembering it.

I’ve heard other strong versions of this song. Some are technically cleaner. Some are more polished. None of them create the same sensation that the singer is not interpreting the lyric so much as recognizing it. That recognition is what makes the performance feel owned. It’s not about vocal superiority. It’s about the rare moment when a song and a voice seem to have been waiting for each other.

A lot of people, the first time they encounter this clip, simply go quiet. They don’t always reach for big adjectives. Sometimes they just say it feels real. Or that it gave them chills. Or that they had to stop what they were doing. Those reactions say more than praise usually does. They suggest the song has stopped being a piece of entertainment and has become a private space the listener is temporarily allowed to enter.

Plenty of singers can deliver a powerful performance. Very few make you feel that if the song had never existed before, it would have needed to be written specifically for them. Tom Jones belongs to that small group. He doesn’t announce ownership. He doesn’t need to. The second he begins to sing, the distance between the performer and the material collapses.

Nearly sixty years have passed since that night in 1967. Recording technology has advanced beyond recognition. Staging has become more elaborate. The way we consume music has changed completely. And still, when this particular performance appears on a screen, the same quiet recognition returns. Something in the voice, in the restraint, in the way the emotion is held rather than displayed, continues to feel singular.

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Wowch. The toxin begins…..

[Paul A. Szypula 🇺🇸 @Bubblebathgirl]

Prince Harry and Meghan Markle are moving back to the UK for an “extended period,” and their kids will be enrolled in school there.

Six years after they quit the royal family in a blaze of interviews, accusations, and California sunshine, they’re coming back.

They spent years framing Britain as racist, the royal family as toxic, and themselves as the brave escapees who had no choice but to flee. Now the same country is suddenly good enough for their children’s education.

The pattern is obvious. When the Netflix money, the podcast deals, and the victim narrative start to lose their shine, the place they publicly rejected becomes convenient again. They left with maximum drama and moral superiority. They’re returning with carefully managed language and the palace already notified.

This isn’t a homecoming. It’s a strategic retreat.

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Oh my God….. aaaaaaaaawwwesome!

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

The stores are putting out Halloween/ fall decor! Pumpkin lights and chocolates. ITS STILL ONLY JULY! Come on, It’s still fkn SUMMER!

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Anytime, anywhere

[Dolly Parton @DollyParton]

Anybody wanna go to a party with me? 🤠

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Michael…. A true human/performer/legend ♥️
The fan…. A true idiot/jerk/ass who could’ve injured Michael

[MP10 @MusicPills10]

In 1996, in Seoul, a fan climbed the crane while Michael Jackson was performing ‘Earth Song’ high above the stage. Instead of stopping, Michael calmly held the fan tight to keep him safe and finished the song. Legend! 🔥

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Always ♥️ me some @rachaelray :) God Bless

[Paul A. Szypula 🇺🇸 @Bubblebathgirl]

Prayers for Rachael Ray 🙏❤️

Rachael Ray has been dealing with some tough hardships lately — including the loss of her mom, health challenges, and major life transitions. Fans are expressing concern after her recent video where she looked quite different.

Sending love, strength, and prayers her way as she focuses on healing and well-being. She’s brought so much joy and delicious inspiration to kitchens for decades! (Video: AI)

What’s your favorite Rachael Ray recipe or memory? Share it below and let’s flood her with love! 🙏🍝

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

@realDonaldTrump 💪 you rock! 💋U

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

The 80’s

[lydia @Ruby_331]

Who is your therapist??

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Gooooo USA! USA! USA! 💪 🤚🙏 ruh ⚽️

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

So happy @taylorswift13 is getting married. She must be the happiest person on earth right now! :)

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Rockstar quality. ♥️

[The Extreme Music Enthusiast @TheExtremeMusi1]

Happy 81st birthday to the legendary Blondie vocalist Debbie Harry!

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Again, we were in @olivegarden sitting in the bar area, where a sign is posted “must be 21+ to enter” and again, a family with 4yo and 6yo children being seated by the hostess not 5 ft from the bar. Hmmmph.

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Gooooooo @nyknicks ! Wooohoooo!

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

@Scottissue, ya know, we all would like some color in the bathroom again…….

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

Remember when toilet paper came in different colors?
Come on! Basic white sucks! Right?

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

How can @DollarTree @DollarGeneral stores still be called “dollar stores”, when nothing in them is a dollar anymore? :/

[Suz ♥️ @jrzySHgrl]

“God knows” the power and the music Freddy still had inside.

[ふLady @fredsladygodiva]

I miss you every day of my life, my beautiful angel…
#FreddieMercury 💖✨