Here's a small sampling of what I've been listening to and LOVING lately!
I heard this guy on NPR (shut up) and fell in love with this song. He's also an author/singer/songwriter/screenwriter.
Dig, Lazarus, Dig!!! Nick Cave And The Bad Seeds - Click here for this week’s top video clips
This one never fails to get my ass up out of my seat and DANCING, BABY, DANCING!!!
What are y'all listening to these days?
Later,
Mama Dawg
I was driving home from work the other day and I heard a new song come on the radio.
It’s very rare that a song resonates with me. I usually just dig a song for it’s catchy lyrics and its sound. I don’t read too much into the meaning of the lyrics. I just recently found out that a song that Cyndi Lauper sings is really about masturbation. Who knew? (Lula , was that you that introduced me to that fact? I think it was.)
There have been a few songs that have connected with me. A few that evoke an emotional response.
One such song is “The Rose” by Bette Midler. As a teenager and even to a degree today, I still have a fear of failing. The song mostly resonates with me because of the fear of failing in love. That’s probably one reason why I have such a hard time hanging on to relationships or at least letting myself go in a relationship. It makes it even doubly hard having a kid and trying to find love (or even just companionship) due to the emotional entanglements it could cause for my daughter.
Another song that has some meaning for me is the song “Again” by Janet Jackson. Although the guy that “belongs” to this song for me was never in love with me and I really wasn’t in love with him, it still brings back memories of all the soul crushing feelings I had for him. He was a senior when I was a sophomore (although I met him the end of my freshman year). I had the most gut wrenching crush on him. Almost obsessive. And he teased and flirted and made out with me but never ever had the same feelings for me. He just used me.
But, in his defense, he never made me any promises and never hinted to me that I would be anything more than what I was. I was a typical girl, though, and I thought that if he spent enough time with me, he would change his mind and fall head over heels in love.
There’s a few others out there as well. But those are the two that stand out.
The new song that I heard on the radio was a song called “If I Were A Boy” by Beyonce.
I’m not really a big Beyonce fan. In fact, it’s a rare song of hers that I actually do like.
I was totally blown away. First of all, unlike most songs today, I could actually understand her lyrics. There was barely any music accompanying it and it really made her vocals stand out.
When I heard the lyrics, it just made me want to jump up and holla!
What I’m taking from the song may not be the original meaning behind the lyrics but, hey, to each his own.
Her song is really about wanting a cheating guy to know how it feels to a girl to have someone cheat on them and break their heart.
How many of us haven’t wanted an ex to know EXACTLY how much they hurt us?
I can remember having screaming fits at my ex because he wouldn’t acknowledge how much he hurt me. He couldn’t even “see” how he hurt me. In his mind, it was something that “just happened” and that I should be okay with it. Well, not okay with it, but not necessarily as upset about it as I was.
If I could have had 5 minutes inside his brain, I hope I would have been able to let him feel the hurt and anger and humiliation he made me feel.
On a lighter note, there have been times in my past that I wish I could be male, for just a day. Well, maybe a little longer than that…only because we’d have to get the whole fascination with the penis part out of the way first. (this is what they mean by penis envy, isn’t it? *wink, wink*
After that, I would love to delve into the mind of a typical male. To find out what makes them tick.
I’ve known enough men in my life that I know that they’re far more mysterious than we joke about them NOT being. There (despite evidence to the contrary) are actual THOUGHTS and IDEAS that are knockin’ around their noggin. Just don’t let them know that. If the typical male found out that some of us thought they were actually deep thinkers, they’d lord it over us for centuries. (Exceptions being Trooper Thorn, LiteralDan and Captain Dumbass, for as we all know, they are NOT typical men)
Now, back to fascinations with penises…..(yeah, I’m not finishing that thought, sorry)
Later,
Like most, music has always been a part of my life.
It started out with the typical little kids songs. “I’m a Little Teapot”, “You Are My Sunshine”, various vacation bible school sings, etc….
Then, I graduated to records. I had this brown and orange Fisher Price record player that I ADORED! Especially because I had my own Donny and Marie records box to store them in as well as carry them from place to place.
(yes, this is my real record case...I still have it)
Where I carted these records off to, I can’t remember. In fact, I don’t think I ever took them anywhere, but boy, did I have the option to do so if I chose. My mom bought all these religious records (not because we were religious but because…well, I’m not sure why other than maybe because they were kid friendly) and out of all of them, there was really only one that I liked and listened to over and over and over again. It was called “Animals and Other Things’. My favorite songs from this album were “I’m a Galapagos”, “Itty-Bitty Flea”, “Gorilla Walk” and “Livin’ That Givin’ Way”.
(Sigh....I can not believe I'm admitting to having a Chipmunks album...what' s sadder, I actually have two)
I also had several Disney albums. The Main Street Electrical Parade on a 33 as well as Lady and the Tramp and others.
(the most awesome records EVER!!!)
I finally reached the cool status when I got Madonna’s “Like A Virgin” and Michael Jackson’s “Thriller”. I practically wore out the albums, I played them so much.
(scratch that...these are the most awesome records EVER!!!)
Then, when I hit the “tween” age, I discovered….oldies.
Yes, I was a closet oldies listener.
It’s my mom’s fault. She had this one album that had like 100 oldies songs on it. It consisted of 4 individual records all with like 25 songs on them. She ordered it off the TV, y’all!!!!! I treated this album with the greatest of care while listening to “Papa’s Got A Brand New Bag” and the “Monster Mash”.
We had this little tiny room in our house that I grew up in that was located right off the living room. It was a combination office/music room. It was where the sound system was located along with all of the albums my mom and dad had. I spent HOURS in there listening to all their albums.
This love for oldies stuck with me all through my…gasp…teen years and beyond!
I used to listen to oldies in my mom’s car whenever we would go somewhere. When I got old enough to drive and got my own car, one of my pre-set buttons was set to an oldies station. During my teen years, if someone would accidentally push this button, I would laugh it off and say I had it set on that station for my mom.
If I was in the car by myself, I would almost always listen to this station. And sing along to EVERY song at the top of my lungs.
I used to listen to my mom’s old tape that had Steppenwolf on it. It was a recording of a recording, but it didn’t matter to me. “Magic Carpet Ride” was the bomb. Even if it was all scratchy.
I used to spend my hard earned cash on Billboard cassette tapes from the years 1955 through 1975. Seriously. That’s where I discovered Tommy Roe singing “Sweet Pea” and “Dizzy”. I adored “Apple, Peaches, Pumpkin Pie” by Jay and the Techniques. Simon and Garfunkel were GODS in my house. “Cecilia”, “Bridge Over Troubled Water” (although Elvis does a better rendition), “Scarborough Fair”, etc…..were my crack.
I only started listening to Elvis when I got older. When I was younger, I couldn’t really appreciate Elvis the way he’s meant to be appreciated. You know, with reverence.
I would listen to pop music when I was with my friends. Don’t get me wrong, I LOVED pop music, but the oldies were what made me sing out loud with a kind of freedom and un-self-awareness that only little kids seem to possess.
As I got older, I started branching out. I opened my mind and accepted Country Music as my savior…for about 3 years. Then I discovered swing music. Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, Royal Crown Revue, The Brian Setzer Orchestra as well as the old stuff…Glenn Miller, The Andrews Sisters (to this day, I still dance my tooshie off to “Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy”).
My ex-husband tried to get me into Limp Bizkit and Korn, but like the marriage, it didn’t take.
I then drifted back to pop music but tended to soundtracks.
These days, I incorporate all of the above (except for the ex-husband ones) and feel I have finally reached my musical mecca with my eclectic taste.
And, I finally cop to my love of oldies.
How’s that for growth?
So many of you are probably cringing at my taste, but you know what? I don't care. I am who I am.
(yeah, you needed to see this)
Later,
Did you guys miss me? Didja even know I was gone?
*said in a tiny, sad, pathetic voice* You didn't?
Well, why not? *said in a LOUD angry voice*
Ahh...just teasin'.
Most of you probably didn't even know I was gone since I used that handy-dandy blogger post thingie that allows you to post a post without even being near a 'puter!
I had Friday off of work. It was nice.
I got a whole bunch of nothing today. I'm working on some posts in my head, but it takes me forever to articulate meaningful posts so it'll be a while.
John Deere Mom taught me how to widen my blog column and my header. She ROCKS!!!!!!!!!
I leave you with the following bits of flotsam and jetsam.
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Light of my life got a new beta fish this past weekend. She named her Monica after Monica from Friends. Yeah, we love that show. So much so, we're contemplating buying 5 other betas to round out the group. Light of my life is mad that Mike (Phoebe's boyfriend) isn't considered a "Friend". She gets way too emotionally attached to Friends.
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Speaking of emotionally attached to TV show characters, she also cried when Stephanie from Survivor was voted off. Remember Stephanie? And Bobby Jon? She LOVED Bobby Jon. I, personally, got emotionally involved with Ozzie (from his first stint, not the second) but for totally different (read: dirty, nasty, HOTT) reasons.
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I took out a pair of panties the other day (clean from my drawer) and noticed my panties have stretch marks. Is that possible? And if so, what does that mean for or about me?
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I was driving home from the vet's office a couple of weeks ago and laughed when I spotted an entire unopened non-flattened package of hot dog buns in the middle of the road. Some poor schmuck is going to get home and say "Well, Ethel, I could have sworn I bought a pack of them hot dog buns...I dunno" all the while Ethel is yelling "Jethro...we cain't eat no hot dogs without them hot dog buns".
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I laughed harder a couple of miles later when I saw another package in the same condition.
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Yeah, I have actual thought process like that in my head while I'm driving. You should see the looks I get from my daughter if I accidentally slip and say something like this out loud.
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On this same driving trip, I saw a little old black man with no teeth (you know what I mean...like this) driving a white Chevy Malibu (the old model, not the new one) that had these god-awful FLAMES painted all over it. I wondered out loud (to absolutely NO ONE in the car) about the story behind that.
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Do people who pronounce oysters "ersters" know that they're saying it wrong? And when they hear someone say it the correct way, do they think WE'RE the stupid ones or do they know they're pronouncing it wrong?
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That reminds me of Dooce and her whole pronunciation of the word "crayon".
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I feel guilty when eating sugar-free rice pudding and tossing it away cause it taste nasty when there are people in Haiti eating mud cookies.
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When listening to the song "Making Love Out of Nothing At All" by Air Supply, I always feel the urge to sing this part out loud:
"And I can make you every promise that has ever been made
And I can make all your demons be gone".
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I think ending on an Air Supply song will be sufficient.
Have a good Monday, Internets!
How was your weekend?
Later,
Mama Dawg
Here's thoughts and things that have occurred to me over the past few days.
Light of my life just called me and told me that she can't find the "poem" Miss Mary Mack, Mack, Mack in any of her riddle or poem books and the asked me if I would look it up on the Internet.
She specifically told me to "just Google it".
Man, the times we live in!
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I saw an old man walking down the road the other day. He was about 6'2" or so and had white hair that I could see sticking out from under his straw hat. He was wearing overalls and boots. I only saw him from the back.
My first thought upon seeing him....oohhh, I bet he's a monster. Just like out of a Stephen King novel.
I swear if he had turned around and had piercing all black dead eyes, I would not have been surprised. Scared, yes, but not surprised.
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I heard the Kid Rock song "All Summer Long" (shut up, I LUV Kid Rock) and when the beginning portion of the song came on, I swear, it sounds just like Warren Zevon's "Werewolves in London". Anybody else feel that? Why, oh, why would Kid do this? I mean, c'mon, it's Warren Zevon. Click on the song titles to compare and let me know what you think.
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Anybody else like side zip pants? I love 'em. However, you know that little latch thing above the zipper, that little metal thingie that you hook onto another little metal thingie on the other side of the pants? Yeah, that thing. Stop putting those on there. My panties don't come up high enough to keep that from pinching my side belly fat. And I wear big panties.
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I love Sean Kingston. Really, really, really love him.
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Whenever I listen to Jonny Lang (really, if you're not listening to this kid...man, you're not human), I always think of New Orleans. This guy is HUGELY talented and should be a lot bigger than he is. Click on his name to be taken to his homepage.
Here's some links to some of his songs on You Tube:
Lie To Me
Wander This World
Good Morning, Little School Girl
The first time I ever heard him, I was just slightly older than he was...and he was 16! I've seen him twice in concerts. That says a lot because I hate concerts. He's sooooo talented. I also heart him because he always performs barefoot! That's my kinda man!
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I overheard a conversation between a janitor and a handy man out in the hall while I was on my way back from lunch.
They were talking about a sale at Home Depot.
I found it so funny. I don't know why other than I guess I rarely hear men talking about sales or shopping and also because it was such a manly discussion!
That's all I got for now.
Enjoy my Jonny.
Later,
Mama Dawg
After reading the Random Quote on the right, click here to read the post that belongs to this. I think this is one of the best posts I've EVER read.
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I love the shuffle aspect on my iPod. I've gone from Simper Fidelis to A Public Affair to Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer to Get Low.
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I'm so excited. I get to be REUNITED (and it feels so goooood) with light of my life this weekend. I've got the day off tomorrow (we've switched to 10 hour 4 day work weeks) and I'm heading back to pick them up. Can't wait. However, it's another long ass drive back to NOLA. But, I get to celebrate my birthday there. My only requests are my mom's strawberry shortcake and the new Indy flick. Light of my life LOVES her some Indy!!! A girl after my own heart!!!
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I'm totally digging this new site, SITS.
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I'm desperate to get back to Disney. Less than a year to go!
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I find this hysterical.....
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I gotta pee.
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I'm hungry.
Later,
Mama Dawg
Ummm….is it wrong of me to listen to music like Akon (featuring Eminem)’s song, “Smack That” or Lil Jon’s “Get Low” while working at a Baptist Hospital where they do a daily prayer over the intercom?
Back in high school and for a few years after that, I listened to a lot of hip hop thanks to my friend, Mimi. I met her during my senior year and she got me into clubbing. I loved going clubbing with Mimi. Mostly because just being with her gave me some street cred since she was a terrific dancer. Oh, yeah, and she was Puerto Rican…in central Florida…where there are a lot of Puerto Ricans and Cubans.
Yeah, I was phat.
LOL!!!!! That reminds me of a story. It was about 1995 or so and Mimi and I were tooling around in her little blue car listening to music. I’m sure we were on the way to the mall or something like that. Maybe even Arby’s (I got her hooked to Arby’s and she got me hooked to Goya products). Anyway, we were listening the Quad City D.J.’s “Ride That Train” and we were really getting into singing it and dancing in the car and all. When it was over, I had the biggest shit eating grin on my face and I said, “Man, that was phat”.
I never heard Mimi laugh so hard.
Apparently, this little white bread southern girl who still spoke like a hillbilly couldn’t pull off “phat”.
Who knew?
I know that I’m about to be 31 (this Saturday to be exact) but I love Eminem. He is so incredibly talented. The way he puts words together…pure genius.
I don’t get offended by lyrics against women or any of that other feminist crap. I can’t. Really, they’re just words. Even if the artist means them, I really don’t care. I don’t have the energy to spare to care about crap like that. There’s so many other important things to care about.
Like, what the hell am I gonna eat for dinner and how soon til I get off work so I can pour myself a glass of wine or when is light of my life coming home.
You know, important things.
Anyway, is it wrong of an almost thirty one year old white bread southern women who also listens to Frank Sinatra, Billy Joel and the High School Musical soundtrack to also like Eminem, Akon and Lil Jon?
Later,
Mama Dawg
This song by this guy......well, it makes me....you know, I can't really say what this makes me do here on this family blog.
Well, not really a family blog, but the reactions my body has to this song sung by this guy is just too graphic to mention here.
I believe that he is going to be my new go-to fantasy.
Later,
Mama Dawg
This is totally random. I got nuttin' honey.
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New poll to the right.
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I got a hint this morning of what June's dead animal of the month may be. Quite possibly foxes. Not sure yet. I'll let you know towards the end of the month.
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I think Bobby Darin did "Mack the Knife" better than Frank Sinatra. Yes, I know, it's a toss up because Frank is such a legend, but so is Bobby in his own right.
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Is it possible to sleep too much? Cause I may have this weekend. Or maybe not since I'm feeling so refreshed.
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How did I ever live without an iPod?
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I think I have a mouse. And not as a pet. But if I catch him alive (as opposed to dead in a mousetrap), I just might make him/her a pet.
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J.D. is doing much better. I secretly think he's milking his illness for all he can, though. Little booger is perfectly capable of getting up and down off the bed, but his mama won't let him. And I think he enjoys that.
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Is it too terribly 90's of me that I'm excited to see NKOTB back? (for those of you too young or who were into Alice in Chains or alternative music in the 90's I'm referring to New Kids on the Block). I would totally buy tickets to see them in concert if they were coming to a venue near me since I never got to see them in concert back in the 90's. Man, I loved me some Joey.
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I totally had a blog post written up in my head last night but between, oh, about midnight and this morning, I've totally forgotten it. Including the subject. Just disappeared. Probably the same place where my socks go when they hit the dryer.
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I made about $10 at the festival this weekend. It cost me $25 for the booth. However, I got a lead on a paying gig to photograph a birthday party and a volunteer gig for Relay for Life to take their pics. The good thing about the Relay for Life thing is that there will literally be hundreds of people there and I'm allowed to pass out my business card and try to sell myself as a photographer. We'll see how that goes. Plus, the guy that might hire me for a birthday party is kind of a big wig in the town, so if he's pleased, he can spread my name around.
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I just discovered Sheryl Crow's "Ordinary Morning". Beautiful, just beautiful.
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I can't decide if my favorite soundtrack is "Chicago", "Hoot", "Grosse Pointe Blank" or "Grease 1 & 2".
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I love the sound of my daughter's sweet (albeit off-tune) voice singing "All That Jazz" from "Chicago".
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That's it for now.
Later,
Mama Dawg
What is it about this song that just makes me want to get up out of my seat, put up the rock 'n' roll sign with both hands and start head bangin'?
I don't know if it's cool or sad that I still know every word to this song.
That and Bon Jovi's "Wanted: Dead or Alive".
Later,
Mama Dawg
This is just such a haunting, fantastical song when you listen to it.
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She's got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
And I've got to go
A women on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her heart is in a kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Crystal clear on logic
But short on expertise
This is a very ancient puzzle
She feels herself a piece
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Guess I've got to go
She was down in Puerto Rico
Doing a scientist
True, he was no geek though
She was taken with his kiss
It was under the giant telescope
Where she heard the calling voice
It came screaming through the light years
She never had a choice
Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
Pleiades calling her home
Seven sisters, she hears her distant sisters
Pleiades calling me home
Seven sisters, she hears her seven sisters
A woman on a mission
Quite familiar with quasars
Her heart's still in the kitchen
But her soul is in the stars
Her engine fuel with logic
And navigation expertise
It's a very distant puzzle
She gonna to get her piece
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Desdemona's going away
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
Blasting off today
She got a passion for cookies
A crew full of rookies
It's going to be a hell of a blow
Desdemona's building a rocket ship
I've just got to go
I told you guys about this artist last week.
He's finally put out his first single to purchase. You can go to http://www.kiddlive.com/ to download the song for only 99 cents.
He's already gotten tons of buys, so much so, that the server crashed once already but is back up and running.
Run, don't walk, to go buy this single. He'll be coming out with more pretty soon.
In case you don't know the story, I'll give it to you in a nut shell.
Freddy got a recording contract a while ago. He quit school, left his family and moved to L.A. to pursue the record. While out there and in the middle of the album, his company merged with another company and they dropped him via voice mail.
Freddy had to go back home and lick his wounds. He went back to school, is making straight A's and got back to doing his music. He had over 2 million hits on myspace when Kidd Kraddick "found" him. He had a proposition for him. He asked him to come to Dallas and play concerts along the way. It was a Freddy Needs Gas tour. He received enough donations along the way to finance his trip to Dallas. This all happened in a WEEK. He made it to Dallas and once there, it was discovered that he was once again offered a recording contract (maybe several), I don't know. Anyway, HE TURNED them down! He's decided to put out the album with the help of his fans and listeners of Kidd Kraddick.
He's already got about 4 songs that have already been written (Defying Gravity is one of them) but he's needing to do several more to make up a full album. He's taking ideas from the fans and listeners. They get to help write the songs, come up with the title, do the album cover, etc.....
He's already taken an idea from one listener and turned it into a song that's not too bad.
Anyway, help him out if you can. Go to http://www.thefreddy.com/ and listen to his music to get an idea of what he's about. Then go to http://www.kiddlive.com/ and BUY his song!
On a totally unrelated note, I'm downloading pics tonight. Will have the weekend story up tomorrow.
Later,
Mama Dawg
...Dancing Queen to state:
"You can fish, you can cast,
drop your line in the creek fast.
See that girl, watch her fish,
seeing her makes you wish....You were the Fishing Queen. "
The reason I say this is I've created a monster with light of my life. When I got home Friday from the local flea market (where I bought light of my life a new, well technically old, desk and chair and a few other things), I asked if she wanted to go fishing for about an hour. The look on her face answered that question so I went inside and got changed. We ran over to B & L's to grab the nightcrawlers and headed out.
I swear, it was like the gods were against us.
When we got to my grandmothers house and parked the car, I noticed that our lines were tangled. I knew that that would take a bit to undo, so we started off towards the creek. Now, keep in mind, the creek is like a 15 minute walk away.
We get halfway there when light of my life asked me if I have the worms. Um....no....I have everything else. You know, the poles, mosquito spray, beer, etc.....
Shoot a monkey....we started walking back. When we got to the fork, I sat down and told her to go the rest of the way back to the car. I did this for two reasons. 1. It gave me a few minutes to start working on untangling the line and 2. It forced light of my life to walk in the woods by herself for a bit. When she got around the curve, she would be able to recognize where she was and the car was only like 2 minutes away at that point. I want her to get comfortable with the woods as we plan on living here for quite a while yet. She went back gladly and got the worms.
As we were walking to the creek, I had to explain to her that you don't always catch something every time we fish and that today, it might be even harder since the creek was down due to lack of rain recently. She sort of understood but wanted to continue on anyway.
We get to the creek and I sit down to finish de-tangling the line. I got one of the lines untangled from the other and I got ready to re-tie the line on light of my life's pole when it FELL through the cracks of the bridge down into the creek.
Are you f**king kidding me?!?!?!? I had to literally crawl down the bridge wall on down to the creek to retrieve the damn thing.
After all that, we only got to fish like 20 minutes. Light of my life caught NOTHING and I only caught one itty bitty tiny fish.
It was still worth it.
You know how I can tell though, that I have a fishin' demon on my hands? Light of my life woke up during a thunderstorm Saturday night and drowsily said, "Well, I guess the creek won't be low now, huh?".
I rest my case.
Later,
Mama Dawg
You can follow along with Kidd Kraddick in the morning for this recording artists journey from PA to Dallas, TX.
His name is Freddy and well, he's simply amazing.
I don't go into his whole story, but suffice to say, he did have a recording contract at one point but got dropped from the label in a VOICEMAIL when his recording company merged with another.
Anyway, go to the right side of my blog under daily reads and click on the Kidd Kraddick link to "see" his story and then click on The Freddy link to go to Freddy's website where you can hear his music.
Maybe if enough people start demanding his music, he can get a new contract and then we can have Freddy all the time!
Later,
Mama Dawg
I love this song. It's so sweet.
I've got a question for you
Please grant me an interview
Don't want to read it in a magazine
Don't want to see it on the silver screen
Don't let the craziness tear us apart
I'm down on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
This comes from deep in my soul
Your sweet love has taken control
I'll swim across the ocean if you tell me so
I'll take you to the jump up if you want to go
It never is too late to make a brand new start
I'm down here on the knees of my heart
Down here on the knees of my heart
Oh how I will sing if you give me everything
I live for the day when there's nothing in our way
I will be waiting tonight
You'll find my boat by the light
I'm gonna show you what my love can do
Out on the ocean all alone with you
We'll find a desert island on an ancient chart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
Take me from the knees of my heart
I love this song. It always makes me grin. Especially imagining someone "struttin' naked through the crosswalk". What gets me is that the loon is "struttin" as opposed to just walking. Man, this song is good.
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Paradise - Lost and found
Paradise - take a look around
I was out in California
Where I hear they have it all
They got riots, fires and mud slides
They got sushi in the mall
Water bars and Brontosaurs
Chinese modern lust
Shake and bake
life with the quake
The secret's in the crust
We lost our Martian rocket ship
The high paid spokesman said
Looks like that silly rocket ship
Has lost it's cone-shaped head
We spent ninety jillion dollars
Tryin' to get a look at Mars
I hear universal laughter
Ringing out among the stars
Fruitcakes in the galaxy
Fruitcakes on the Earth
Strut naked towards eternity
We've been that way since birth
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
Religion, religion
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa
Where's the church, who took the steeple
Religion's in the hands of some crazy ass people
Television preachers with bad hair and dimples
The God's honest truth is it's not that simple
It's the Buddhist in you, it's the pagan in me
It's the Muslim in him, she's Catholic ain't she?
It's that born again look, it's the Wasp and the Jew
Tell me what's goin on, I ain't got a clue
Here come the big ones - Relationships -
We all got 'em, we all want 'em. What do we do with'em?
Here we go I'll tell ya
She said you've got to do your fair share
Now cough up half the rent
I treat my body like a temple
You treat yours like a tent
But the right word at the right time
May get me a little hug
That's the difference between lightning
And a harmless lightning bug
Fruitcakes in the kitchen
Fruitcakes on the street
Struttin' naked through the cross walk
In the middle of the week
Half baked cookies in the oven
Half baked people on the bus
There's a little bit of fruitcake left in everyone of us
The future, Captain's log, Star date 2000 and somethin'
We're seven years from the millennium
That's a science fiction fact
Stanley Kubrick and his buddy Hal
Now don't look that abstract
So I'll put on my Bob Marley tape
And practice what I preach
Get Ja lost in the reggae mon
As I walk along the beach
Stay in touch with my insanity
Really is the only way
It's a jungle out there kiddies
Have a very fruitful day
While I'm at work, I'm able to listen to music as long as I have earphones.
Through one of my regular Disney sites (http://www.disneyworldtrivia.com/), I found http://www.mouseworldradio.com/. It's non-stop Disney music. Not songs from the movies, but songs you actually find at the parks themselves. I've listened to over an hour of Main Street Music, music and the spiel from Spaceship Earth, etc....
Guess what came on about 10 minutes ago? Guess..........the music including the exit spiel from "it's a small world".
I LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I know lots of people hate that song, but it epitomizes the Disney experience for me.
I was bouncing in my seat and mouthing the words along with the song.
Totally made my day.
I'm hungry. Not sure what that has to do with "it's a small world" but there it is. I'm hungry.
Later,
Mama Dawg
I'm feeling saucy this morning, so I thought I'd do a fun Jimmy song.
Now, I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me say it now,
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Ground, she movin' under me.
Tidal waves out on the sea.
Sulphur smoke up in the sky.
Pretty soon we learn to fly
[Chorus:]
Let me hear you, now
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
Let me hear you now.
I don't know, I don't know where I'm a gonna go
when the volcano blow.
My girl quickly say to me,
"Mon you better watch your feet.
Lava come down soft and hot.
You better lava me now or lava me not."
[Chorus]
No time to count what I'm worth,
cause I just left the planet Earth.
Where I go I hope there's rum.
Not to worry monsoon come.
[Chorus]
But I don't want to land in New York City,
I don't want to land in Mexico.
I don't want to land on no Three Mile Island;
I don't want to see my skin a-glow.
Don't want to land in Comanche Sky Park,
or in Nashville, Tennessee.
I don't want to land in no San Juan airport
or the Yukon Territory.
Don't want to land no San Diego.
Don't want to land in no Buzzards Bay.
I don't want to land on no Ayatolla.
I got nothin' more to say.
I love this fun little song. It's actually a true story. He did get shot at by the Jamaican police who thought he was carrying drugs aboard his plane. It wasn't true (the drugs) and they did apologize and he got a hell of a song out of it.
Some folks say that I've got the perfect life.
Three swell kids, lots of toys and a lovely wife.
I fly. I sail. I throw caution to the wind.
Drift like a stratus cloud above the Caribbean.
But every now and then
The dragons come to call.
Just when you least expect it you'll be dodging cannon balls.
I've seen too much not to stay in touch with a world full of love and luck.
I've got a big suspicion 'bout ammunition.
I never forget to duck.
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaka
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
It was a beautiful day
The kind you want to toast
We were treetop flyin'
Movin' west along the coast
Then we landed in the water
Just about my favorite thrill
When some asshole started firin'
When we taxied to Negril
Just about to lose my temper
As I endeavored to explain
We had only come for chicken
We were not a ganja plane
Well you should have seen their faces
When they finally realized
We were not some coked up cowboys
Sportin' guns and alibis
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaka
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
They shot from the lighthouse
They shot from the highway
They shot from the top of the cliff
They'd all gone haywire
We're catchin' fire
And there wasn't even a spliff
Well the word got out
All over the island
Friends, strangers, they were all apologizin'
Some thought me crazy for bein' way to nice
But it's just another shitty day in paradise
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaka
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you out of the sky
Come back
Come back
Back to Jamaica
Don't you know we made a big mistaka
We'd be so sad if you told us goodbye
And we promise not to shoot you, promise not to shoot you,
Promise not to shoot you out of the sky
I was coming in to work this morning and was flipping through the channels. I usually listen to NPR (shut up!) or Kidd Kraddick. Kidd Kraddick is on a break this week and the NPR station was going to a commercial break. Due to my ADD issues (really, I don't have ADD but I do hate commercials and will flip channels until I find something else, even if it's mid-song), I started flipping channels.
I came across an oldies station and the were playing "Secret Agent Man". I was singing along at the top of my lungs and had a memory of me when I was younger singing "Secret Asian Man". I about busted a gut laughing at myself.
I know I'm not the only one out there that does that. 'Fess up....you know you do that too.
The other song I used to sing with great enthusiasm was "Elvira" by the Oak Ridge Boys. I LOVED the Oak Ridge Boys growing up and this was my favorite song of all times.
It took me years until I realized they were singing "Elvira" instead of "It'll Fire Up". Think about it for a minute and you can see where my 7 year old brain would think of that. Go ahead, I'll give you a minute to get the melody in your head and to sing it softly to yourself...........
.........done? You see, sounds just like "It'll Fire Up".
Later,
Mama Dawg
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