Other Fish in the Sea...
14 years ago
Monday, April 6, 2009
Mother of pearl. I gotta stop hitting "publish post" without proofing this stuff. That was some serious funk I just layed down. I cant let that be the top of the blog. Here. Enjoy some Fischerspooner. These guys are crazier than Amberd. Well.. maybe not. She's pretty loopy. But these guys are close. They make me want to do The Robot. But then I remember that I'm too white to do that and just end up doin the white boy shuffle. Maybe Amberd will come visit one day and teach me some real moves. I think Mrs Chops interest is beginning to wane....
Manly Music Monday
Yesterday I was having a great day. We went for a walk with the whole family. It was warm but there was a cool breeze blowing. The kiddos all picked wildflowers and chased frogs and turtles in the bayou. We got back and I went to get something from the Harry Potter closet and bumped my head. As I was reeling Scooter came and started telling me something. I yelled at her to "Shut up and go away!". She left crying.
The other day I was playing with Mo. I was tickling him and he was laughing that free careless open mouth all in laugh that only little kids seem to really have. We played cars too and he was having such a good time. Then I told him it was time for bed and he threw a HUGE tantrum. He was screaming and screaming and I spanked his mouth. He stopped screaming and just looked at me like I was a monster.
Am I a terrible Dad for yelling at my kids and making them cry? Probably. Am I a great dad for taking long walks with them and playing cars for hours? I hope so. Which one is the one I "really" am? Am I really a big meanie that does some nice things to look good? Or am I really a good person with some (serious) flaws?
Anywho, this is Conor Oberst. He released his first album when he was 13. Yeah, 13. My greatest accomplishment at 13 was that I had 2 nipple hairs. He is the front man for Bright Eyes as well as Desaparecidos and the The Mystic Valley Band. Which one is the real Conor? Heck if I know. But he makes great music. I'll take him anyway I can, even if that means I get some crazy mixed in with the sweet.
The other day I was playing with Mo. I was tickling him and he was laughing that free careless open mouth all in laugh that only little kids seem to really have. We played cars too and he was having such a good time. Then I told him it was time for bed and he threw a HUGE tantrum. He was screaming and screaming and I spanked his mouth. He stopped screaming and just looked at me like I was a monster.
Am I a terrible Dad for yelling at my kids and making them cry? Probably. Am I a great dad for taking long walks with them and playing cars for hours? I hope so. Which one is the one I "really" am? Am I really a big meanie that does some nice things to look good? Or am I really a good person with some (serious) flaws?
Anywho, this is Conor Oberst. He released his first album when he was 13. Yeah, 13. My greatest accomplishment at 13 was that I had 2 nipple hairs. He is the front man for Bright Eyes as well as Desaparecidos and the The Mystic Valley Band. Which one is the real Conor? Heck if I know. But he makes great music. I'll take him anyway I can, even if that means I get some crazy mixed in with the sweet.
For a real Schitzo treat hit play on all three at the same time.
Manly Music Monday
Yesterday I was having a great day. We went for a walk with the whole family. It was warm but there was a cool breeze blowing. The kiddos all picked wildflowers and chased frogs and turtles in the bayou. We got back and I went to get something from the Harry Potter closet and bumped my head. As I was reeling Scooter came and started telling me something. I yelled her to "Shut up and go away!". She left crying.
The other day I was playing with Mo. I was tickling him and he was laughing that free careless open mouth all in laugh that only little kids seem to really have. We played cars too and he was having such a good time. Then I told him it was time for bed and he threw a HUGE tantrum. He was screaming and screaming and I spanked his mouth. He stopped screaming and just looked at me like I was a monster.
Am I a terrible Dad for yelling at my kids and making them cry? Probably. Am I a great dad for taking long walks with them and playing cars for hours? I hope so. Which one is the one I "really" am? Am I really a big meanie that does some nice things to look good? Or am I really a good person with some (serious) flaws?
Anywho, this is Conor Oberst. He released his first album when he was 13. Yeah, 13. My greatest accomplishment at 13 was that I had 2 nipple hairs. He is the front man for Bright Eyes as well as Desaparecidos and the The Mystic Valley Band. Which one is the real Conor? Heck if I know. But he makes great music. I'll take him anyway I can.
The other day I was playing with Mo. I was tickling him and he was laughing that free careless open mouth all in laugh that only little kids seem to really have. We played cars too and he was having such a good time. Then I told him it was time for bed and he threw a HUGE tantrum. He was screaming and screaming and I spanked his mouth. He stopped screaming and just looked at me like I was a monster.
Am I a terrible Dad for yelling at my kids and making them cry? Probably. Am I a great dad for taking long walks with them and playing cars for hours? I hope so. Which one is the one I "really" am? Am I really a big meanie that does some nice things to look good? Or am I really a good person with some (serious) flaws?
Anywho, this is Conor Oberst. He released his first album when he was 13. Yeah, 13. My greatest accomplishment at 13 was that I had 2 nipple hairs. He is the front man for Bright Eyes as well as Desaparecidos and the The Mystic Valley Band. Which one is the real Conor? Heck if I know. But he makes great music. I'll take him anyway I can.
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Too Goood to DENY It.....No Big Deal, it's Innocent.
So I get WAY super depressed sometimes. Up down, Up down. I'm starting to wonder if I'm Bipolar and I'm NOT even being snarky here. Seriously.....CAN I JUST BE STABLE? This is horrendous. Whatev.....I can't change the circumstances surrounding my serious instability issues....so I get way super down...then I get way super up. And usually -it comes in the form of a super way awesome pep talk. I talk to myself way down in my soul and then it hits, -A song pops into my life to back up my pep talk and I can march on another week or two (until I totally wear the song out and fall back into my mass depression.) I think the relation between music and my moods must be linked somehow to endorphins. Because after all - I find a way happy cool song that I love and spend all day, every day dancing to it on repeat. I can't even freaking help it. Whatev........dancing is my life yo.
So what I'm loving the most is the screamo that takes place in the middle of this punked out version of "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It." Seriously...TELL me this is not a [dang] good song. Go ahead.....I dare you. You'll be dancing around YOUR freaking kitchen in point two seconds to this bad boy. And when you do....come shower me with love baby. I know....I so totally can't help that I've got great taste in music. The end.
I Kissed A Girl (cover) -Attack Attack
So what I'm loving the most is the screamo that takes place in the middle of this punked out version of "I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It." Seriously...TELL me this is not a [dang] good song. Go ahead.....I dare you. You'll be dancing around YOUR freaking kitchen in point two seconds to this bad boy. And when you do....come shower me with love baby. I know....I so totally can't help that I've got great taste in music. The end.
I Kissed A Girl (cover) -Attack Attack
Ode To Ozzy
So basically, I love Ozzy. I think he is one bad ass s.o.b, who totally rocks. Who else could bite the heads off of bats and not get rabies? NO ONE!!! Rabies is scared as HELL of Ozzy. I totally remember my dad listening to Ozzy when I was little and him and my mom were clam baking me in the back of the black Volkswagon Beetle. How can I remember it if I was getting baked you wonder. Well, ahem *cough* *snort*....(that's me getting ready to do my very best Tommy Chong impersonation.) "It totally opens the mind man. It makes you clear about.......stuff and stuff."
My next step in my Ozzy evolution was this little gem. It showed us that he has a sensitive side to go along with his psychotic exterior. I was in the 7th grade, and frankly, I wanted to be Lita. I loved her ripped up jeans and her fantastic 80's hair. Plus, she rocked the guitar and that just made her so much cooler.
And now we have come full circle. As teenagers, Cleo and I had the opportunity to become friends with a couple of strapping young lads who insisted that this was the theme song for the work they were doing in the Richmond Virginia area.
Now, you have all seen Cleo and I as adults so try to imagine if you can the hotness we exuded as teenagers. I know, you can't. It would blow your mind. It was to hard for these young men to resist. They wanted us to "wait" for them and we were like," HELL NO!!! There is to much fun to be had. We ain't waiting for no one." The rest is history. But that is exactly how it went down. If you don't believe me ask Cleo, she'll totally back me up. I wonder what ever happened to those guys. Oh well, who cares.
Sort of makes me sad that now he's a crazy old man.
SHARON!!! Get me a burrito!!!!
My next step in my Ozzy evolution was this little gem. It showed us that he has a sensitive side to go along with his psychotic exterior. I was in the 7th grade, and frankly, I wanted to be Lita. I loved her ripped up jeans and her fantastic 80's hair. Plus, she rocked the guitar and that just made her so much cooler.
And now we have come full circle. As teenagers, Cleo and I had the opportunity to become friends with a couple of strapping young lads who insisted that this was the theme song for the work they were doing in the Richmond Virginia area.
Now, you have all seen Cleo and I as adults so try to imagine if you can the hotness we exuded as teenagers. I know, you can't. It would blow your mind. It was to hard for these young men to resist. They wanted us to "wait" for them and we were like," HELL NO!!! There is to much fun to be had. We ain't waiting for no one." The rest is history. But that is exactly how it went down. If you don't believe me ask Cleo, she'll totally back me up. I wonder what ever happened to those guys. Oh well, who cares.
Sort of makes me sad that now he's a crazy old man.
SHARON!!! Get me a burrito!!!!
Saturday, April 4, 2009
The Killers Feat. Lou Reed- Tranquilize
Oh yeah baby. You know I love this. I am ashamed that this song has not been featured on this blog thus far.
See, I was thinking that I lost my mind.... but it's been getting to me all this time.
Baby don't talk that much- baby knows that baby don't tease me.
I still hear the children playing.... (someone needs to make them shut up)
We're lookin' for a page in the lifeless book of hope...
It's a shame- we coulda gone sailing.
See, I was thinking that I lost my mind.... but it's been getting to me all this time.
Baby don't talk that much- baby knows that baby don't tease me.
I still hear the children playing.... (someone needs to make them shut up)
We're lookin' for a page in the lifeless book of hope...
It's a shame- we coulda gone sailing.
Friday, April 3, 2009
Euroweenies and the Knights of Cydonia
I’m not afraid to admit that I buy into the stereotype that the men of Europe are, how to put this delicately, more metrosexual than the average joe of the US of A. Think about it. The Europeans play “futbol.” So do we, only our version involves men the size of tanks running directly into each other, tackling without the requisite slide, and an almost excessive use of hands.
The same is certainly true when it comes to music. Think of the biggest, baddest European rock band. In a cage match would they stand a chance against Metallica? Could anyone take down Glen Danzig? Who would you send up against Henry Rollins? Rob Halford? Freddy Mercury? Seriously?
And with that as a backdrop, I present to you Muse’s Knights of Cydonia. First the music is incredible, with some amazing guitar work and a chorus that will stay with you longer than any Wilford Brimley hawked oatmeal.
Second, Muse is made up of Euro girlymen, but they know it and so here is their wink and nod to the American ideal of manhood. Combining the best elements of Kung Fu, Westworld, and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, here Muse outdoes any three American action movies in six minutes of bliss.
Admittedly, they wus out a bit where the hero doesn’t even use a gun to defeat the bad guy, but you have to make some allowances. After all, they are European.
The same is certainly true when it comes to music. Think of the biggest, baddest European rock band. In a cage match would they stand a chance against Metallica? Could anyone take down Glen Danzig? Who would you send up against Henry Rollins? Rob Halford? Freddy Mercury? Seriously?
And with that as a backdrop, I present to you Muse’s Knights of Cydonia. First the music is incredible, with some amazing guitar work and a chorus that will stay with you longer than any Wilford Brimley hawked oatmeal.
Second, Muse is made up of Euro girlymen, but they know it and so here is their wink and nod to the American ideal of manhood. Combining the best elements of Kung Fu, Westworld, and The Good, the Bad and the Ugly, here Muse outdoes any three American action movies in six minutes of bliss.
Admittedly, they wus out a bit where the hero doesn’t even use a gun to defeat the bad guy, but you have to make some allowances. After all, they are European.
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