Author: wrekehavoc

guilty pleasure monday: this land is your land (woody guthrie)

guilty pleasure monday: this land is your land (woody guthrie)

oh, the subversive little song they taught us at school!

apparently, i am not the only one in the world who can only take so much of kate smith warbling G-d Bless America. legendary man of the people woody guthrie was absolutely annoyed by the never-ending airplay of this (admittedly classic) song and took matters in his own hands, writing this land is your land in 1940.  most grade school kids can recite the first verse in their sleep; i remember we had to learn a verse or two more in my day. there are, of course, two verses often omitted, thanks to some sort of printing mistake in 1945 (so THAT’S what they called it back then… i smell conspiracy!)

the first:

As I went walking I saw a sign there
And on the sign it said “No Trespassing.”
But on the other side it didn’t say nothing,
That side was made for you and me.

you stick it to the private property man, woody! that stanza has a grandchild:

and then, there’s this:

Nobody living can ever stop me,
As I go walking that freedom highway;
Nobody living can ever make me turn back
This land was made for you and me.
In the squares of the city, In the shadow of a steeple;
By the relief office, I’d seen my people.
As they stood there hungry, I stood there asking,
Is this land made for you and me?

wow. they never taught us those ones in school.

those latter lyrics about hungry people give me pause.  so many people today have lost their homes, their jobs, their standard of living. many more are in danger of doing so. i’d say that most americans historically looked at it as a sort of us or them situation; being poor was something other people did, and they did so because they were lazy. i’ve never felt that way, of course; but now, i think plenty of other people who are in that boat are realizing that it often has little to do with your motivation and a lot to do with economic realities.

for starters, you shouldn’t buy a home if you can’t afford to do so. programs that let unqualified home buyers go out and buy homes anyway were a gamble that eventually made everyone in this country a loser.  do i think these unqualified home buyers ought to be homeless? of course not. but i’m sure more unscrupulous people made some of the iffy-er economic entanglements too good to resist.  i remember when BS and i were looking to purchase our home. we had saved and tried to live within our means for a long time; and when some real estate agents dangled some absurdly dazzling numbers in front of our eyes regarding how much home we could afford, we dug in our heels and said no. we had done our own calculations, and we had a number with which we were comfortable. we knew we couldn’t go higher.

clearly, not everyone was able to do that.

and wall street clearly needs some better rules and even better enforcement of them. completely stealing from the other 98%:

  • Consumer Protection: Create an independent agency to protect consumers, not bankers. A strong Consumer Financial Protection Agency must be independent of Wall Street and other federal agencies, such as the Federal Reserve.
  • Rational Risks: Stop banks from taking excessive risks with your money.
  • National Economic Security: End “Too Big Too Fail” by setting limits on how big a bank can be, which will end our current system where the five largest banks control more than half of the nation’s deposits. You can help by supporting small, community banks at home
  • Disarm Financial Weapons of Mass Destruction: Stop Wall Street from taking advantage of families with defective products like subprime mortgages.
  • Market Transparency: Make banks disclose what they are betting our money on by making exchanges open and fully transparent, and by forcing big banks and credit card companies to offer clear terms consumers.
  • Accountability: End taxpayer bailouts and force banks to clean up their own mess.

i couldn’t have said it better myself. thanks, guys.

but it still gives me pause. where did our common sense go? if something seems too good to be true, then it probably is; so why did so many americans fall for so much of this smoke and mirrors game?

i wish woody guthrie were here to walk across this land today. i wonder what he’d think?

guilty pleasure monday: summer mixtape

guilty pleasure monday: summer mixtape

stolen shamelessly…

last week, my blogging buddy foolery (who is one of the funniest chicks around and who i hope to actually meet in real life one day before i die) shared her summer mix. this, of course, started me down my own personal memory lane of music that instantly sends me back to summer. summers for me when i was small meant camp. and summers when i got older meant work. but they also meant music, for better or for worse. anyway, doesn’t mean i particularly lurve these songs, of course. but these songs are some of the ones, for better or for worse, that instantly transport me into a summer mood.

george harrison: give me love (give me peace on earth)

sitting in the camp van on the way through herbertsville to millward farms day camp, where i went for a year or two for reasons i will never know. this song was huge one of those summers… summers when suzanne, the lady who drove my brothers and me, plus my best friend amy, her sister beth, and peter mullen (who kicked out my front tooth in that van)… ah, the van. radio blaring.  i remember when suzanne discovered that the van continued to run even when she removed the key from the ignition.  good times.

magic: pilot

suddenly, i’m a tween at leonard m. baer day camp, trying to get the wings in my hair to not flop down into my eyes. oh, i hate this song.

billy joel: it’s still rock and roll to me

ahh, the summer of JAP camp with all the girls from lawnGUYland. i wrote about that episode already, featuring another song from joel’s glass houses album.  that album saved my ass, and i’ll be eternally grateful for it. at the time, this was my favorite cut. not so much anymore, though it’s still… well, you know the rest.

david bowie: let’s dance

and now, i’m a counselor at leonard m. baer day camp, trying to consume a massive big gulp of coffee with my friend jill in the hopes that i will make it through a day without the little boy campers chasing me down and untying my bikini top. which they tried. a l0t.  (see, when our group split, i always ended up with the boys. i liked to play soccer and other sports. lucky me. in my next life, i want to be craftier.)

REM: pretty persuasion

the summer of 1985, i played this on my mixtape in my car constantly. i had a friend whose confusion about life confused the hell out of me; and while i didn’t realize it at the time, i think my subconscious was working overtime.

smithereens: blood and roses

i’m working at the rutgers stupid center with my new friend bluestone. music is piped in to our office. i read that you can win the soundtrack to the film dangerously close from the targum if you answer some questions. bored, i do and i win it. blood and roses is the crowning achievement of the soundtrack; i am instantly a smithereens fan from that moment on.

toad the wet sprocket: all i want

and this would be the song from the summer i was out in california, making a fool of myself during the taping of jeopardy! this song gives me shpilkes. nuff said.

the presidents of the united states of america: peaches

before we had kids, BS and i would just get in the car and end up places. one weekend, we ended up tubing in harper’s ferry. afterwards, we were hungry; of course, there were millions of peaches. not for free, though.

beach boys: little deuce coupe

yeah, yeah; sure, sure. can’t have a summer mix without the beach boys, right? well, i don’t have them for the reason you might think. when i was pregnant with BC, she didn’t move a ton. summer came, and i was resting one hot day, watching behind the music: the beach boys. suddenly, girlfriend started to kick the crap out of my innards whenever a beach boys song came on. BS thought this hilarious, so much so that he bought a best of CD to play to see whether his baby girl would continue her little smackdown inside my belly. she did. yay!

girlfriend still loves the beach boys and still retains a nickname from the time she was small: little doot doot.

you don’t know what i got.

buffalo springfield: sit down, i think i love you

it’s summer, and i’m driving little baby jools to daycare; afterwards, i’ll drive BC to day camp. and the song comes on, and my babies smile sweetly and sing along: sit down, i think i love you. anyway, i’d like to try. and jools plays the fuzzy electric guitar solo air guitar, followed by the BC on the sweeter, meandering solo. it leaves me with a giant smile every time i think of it.

lenny kravitz: fly away

and then, our hero climbed, barefoot, into her red subaru forester in the outer banks. she was only going to the supermarket, but the kids were with the husband, and she felt a sort of freedom she hadn’t felt in years.

so there’s a few. what’s on your summer mixtape? lord knows mine could use some reprogramming…

caribou

caribou

sometimes, a coffee is not something to lose your antlers over.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rQgIOUwVZ1w

i was delighted once again when my friends at coffee for less kindly gave me some Caribou Coffee Signature Blend Decaffeinated K-Cups to try and review. as i’ve said many times, i love me some K-cups which i dutifully use in my Keurig machine that BS gave me as a present awhile back. and how much easier is it to pop a k-cup in your Keurig instead of schlepping out in your jammies and bunny slippers (oops, is that too much information?) to a coffee shop? so of course, i broke out my ever-popular mom cup and had me a cuppa.

coffee 2

am i a bad person for saying that the coffee is okay but not something i would actually order again? well, in the words of popeye, i yam what i yam. and i just didn’t get too jazzed about this coffee. i like flavorful, dark roasts. this one? meh. it wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t something i would look forward to drinking on a daily basis. caribou coffee doesn’t have an outpost too close to me, so i guess if i really liked their coffee, i would be overjoyed at having it in my own home. but the times i have stopped at caribou, i have not only been a little annoyed to pay a little extra for decaf coffee (what’s up with that?) but i have been underwhelmed by the brew.

to each his own, i suppose.  but with all the coffee choices at coffeeforless — and with free shipping at a $50 order — there are plenty of other really terrific k-cups to select.  (this is my current fave!)

definitely try one of them instead.

a big thank you to the folks at coffee for less, who kindly supplied me with the coffee to review. the opinions are all mine. the love is all genuine. read more about coffee (and the people who love it!) on their coffee blog.

mystery dance

mystery dance

uh oh. it’s time again for Family Life Ed…

BC was extremely vexed, announcing that Family Life Ed was about to be foisted on her class. yes, it’s that time of year again — the last week of school, the week when our elementary school does it’s unit on birds, bees, tampons, and other exciting topics of dinner conversation.  i tried to explain to BC that this is timed this way probably because the teachers hate teaching Family Life Ed just as much as the kids hate sitting through it. and this way, they don’t have to see your faces for a whole summer, giving you both time enough to forget that it all happened.

anyway, explanations or none, BC hates Family Life Ed: mooooooom, she whined, i already know all of this stuff. i know more than the kids in my class do. you talked about this stuff with me. why do i have to sit through this? it’s so embarrrrrrrrrrrrasssing!

i don’t blame the kid. i still remember a girl in my family life course in 9th grade who labeled the women’s nekkid picture with the names of male body parts. (i still marvel that this girl actually looked at a picture that was relatively just like her own body and labeled part of it a penis. i should look her up on facebook and see whether this was an early clue to her gender reassignment.) yep, family life stuff tends to stick with you.

i still remember 5th grade: they herded us into the auditorium, let us watch this 1960s movie about becoming a woman (ooooooooooohhhhh), with it’s frightfully deep overtones. and next thing you know it, you were carted out just as quickly, with this useless kit of sanitary napkins and — back then — a sanitary napkin BELT. yes, virginia, i am so old that it was around the time that i hit womanly status that they finally invented self-sticking pads.

and thousands cheered as they waddled down hallways, weighed down by a giant wad of dogknowswhat stuck onto your undies.

but i digress.

anyway, girlfriend and i do talk a lot about these sorts of things; we’ve done so from a very early age. my parents didn’t talk a ton with me about this sort of thing, so i always took it upon myself as some sort of parental ironman challenge to tackle these topics. it isn’t easy, and it took me awhile to stop calling body parts naughty bits. and while i’m not an expert, there are certain things i know for sure.

i think what kicked me into high gear on sharing my thoughts on this topic with the girl was hearing another mother talk of her daughter, a year older than BC. this child was in 5th grade at the time, and the mom still had not discussed menstruation with her daughter. visions of carrie entered my head:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bSlffFbJ-Rs

nope. i’d rather struggle with finding the right words on touchy topics than have BC hit them head-on with no prior knowledge.

which brings us back to the girl and the class. mom, she continued, you know some kids are allowed to opt out of the class if their moms write a note to the school, right?

right, i replied. and you won’t be one of them, i added, smiling a little too cruelly. rite of passage, baby.

rite. of. passage.

guilty pleasure monday: ebony eyes (bob welch)

guilty pleasure monday: ebony eyes (bob welch)

i heard this other day while at the doctor’s office. sigh.

fleetwood mac fans owe a great deal of love to bob welch. welch kept the mac afloat during the early 1970s, while success was elusive. he came in after peter green and jeremy spencer, two of the three main dudes of the band, left (green left for a solo career; spencer left to join the questionable Children of G-d.) i’m sure most mac fans probably can’t name any songs whatsoever on the three albums during welch’s era; though one welch song, later re-recorded, became a monster hit for welch as a solo artist (sentimental lady, a song that sounds more like a commercial, maybe selling some feminine hygiene product perhaps…)

anyway, welch went solo just before the mac hit it big. nicely, though, christine mcvie and mick fleetwood make appearances on his solo album french kiss, which includes the revamped sentimental lady as well as our song du jour, ebony eyes.  he did quite well, had a few other minor hits, and then sort of fell off the radar. he continued to make music of course, including an experimental bop album, but he hasn’t yet achieved the same success as he had with french kiss.

ebony eyes is a sweet little rocker with a menacing guitar hook. i was about 12 when this came out, and it definitely screams seventh grade to me whenever i hear it. sure, seventh grade was a delightful year; i had a teacher who was prepared to dislike me intensely because my Middlebro gave him a run for his money three years prior. (oh, the fun of having to prove myself to a teacher who i believed in my infinite tween heart was an idiot. but this would be the first of many times when i would get one of Middlebro’s former teachers and they would either be pleasantly surprised at what a nice young lady and good student i was… or, in the case of chemistry and physics classes, the teachers were incredulous at how i was dumb as a post in the hard sciences, especially after following my smarty-pants brothers. sigh. it stinks being the youngest sometimes.)

anyway, when i wasn’t trying to be the best girl in the whole world for that teacher, i was one of the many, the proud young ladies getting attacked in the locker area. yes, this was a time when boys ran around snapping your bra as well as your rainbow suspenders, which were in vogue then.

yes, virginia, these suspenders were all the rage once.
yes, virginia, these suspenders were all the rage once.

i’m not certain my back ever recovered from it all.

so as you can see, ebony eyes gave me hope. it spoke to me: one day, i believed, i’d find men who were interested in more than just pawing at my clothes… men who will actually look at and in my eyes (once they weren’t obscured by humungous 1970s era glasses.) men who will like me just because i’m me.

let’s just say it took awhile.

guilty pleasure monday: ruby (kaiser chiefs)

guilty pleasure monday: ruby (kaiser chiefs)

…and you thought i was completely stuck in the last century.

despite the fact that the DC metro has no discernible music radio stations of interest (unless you consider classic rock seasoned with a generous helping of hair band selections fascinating), i do try to listen to the stuff those crazy youngsters like.  sure, i have to comb teh interwebs and read rolling stone to hear about new artists; and i’m quite sure that what is really happening in music is not necessarily something i will know about from more corporate sources (it never was when i was young), so i will always be a few years behind (though yes, virginia, i have heard of the silversun pickups and cage the elephant, thankyouverymuch.)

yes, while i will always bemoan the fact that one of my dream jobs would be to be the female version of cameron crowe, i know that i’m probably past the age where i could start getting sent to venues to review music.  (people might think i’m someone’s mom, or a narc. or maybe both. who knows?) so for now, i content myself sharing earworms as i find them…

besides, at the moment, i am fighting the battle known as mmmmmmmmmmy ggggggggeneration. what this means, essentially, is that BC — raised on rock, punk, and other musical classics — is getting swayed by her peers. she is singing along with lady gaga. she can’t stop youtubing ke$sha, or kasha (varnishkes), or whatever that delightfully classy specimen of the female variety is called.

and while it was ok for ME to be singing along with some rather risque numbers when i was her age (i didn’t know what rocks off was about, anyway), i am a little tweaked about girlfriend singing along with these freaky-deaky ladies who are shameless in their sexuality and, in kooshie’s case, alcoholic entertainment.  yes, BC and i have spoken about the songs, and i am not one to ban music around here. but i do want her to think about what these people are portraying in their songs. i also want her to think about the quality of these songs versus, say, stuff that has withstood the test of time.  (does anyone think these songs sound a lot, musically, like dance music from the 80s and early 90s? in a word, zzzzzzzz…)

but i also know that my guilty pleasures from the 1970s and 80s (as well as the songs i loathed from the 70s and 80s) were just that — music from my generation.  and while i’m sure people decades older than i were vomiting listening to, say, supertramp, i hear them and am suddenly 13 years old and smiling.  so i know i need to just hold my tongue at times, and see where the girl’s ears lead her. and, if i can help in the modern rock end of things, i certainly will load my mp3 player up with stuff to steer her to all sorts of other music from her generation.

which leads me to the kaiser chiefs. i loaded ruby onto my mp3 player, where it randomly hits airplay now and again. the hook is undeniable; and my kids adore this song. in fact, BC adores it so much that when she was challenged to take a prayer in hebrew school (adon olam, for you red sea pedestrians out there) and sing it to any song she wanted, girlfriend chose this one. (of course, it ended up rather challenging for her, so she switched… to another classic.)

yes, i love music. i love a lot of types of music. and underlying it all, of course, is the fact that i want my children to love music, too. for me, there’s something expressed with or without words that simply helps me be. and sure, i’m not thrilled that The Girl is grooving to certain songs that make me cringe for so many reasons.  but i’ll simply let her have her music while showing her that there is other music out there that is worthy of her ears. she can choose what she likes, in the end.

i can’t wait to see what ends up on her personal mixtape one day.

guilty pleasure monday: steal my sunshine (len)

guilty pleasure monday: steal my sunshine (len)

i know it’s up for me if you steal my sunshine…

sure, this song steals it’s sunshiney groove from andrea true connection’s disco classic more, more, more — it’s impossible to miss that beat (at about 2:25 in the more more more video.)  and it’s not the most substantial song going. but 1999’s steal my sunshine by one-hit-wonder len is a little guilty pleasure for me. i appreciate perfect pop in all it’s forms — and this confection is light, airy, and earworm material.

i remember hearing this song constantly the first time we went on vacation with our little baby BC. because we live far away from family, the stress of two careers, a baby, a leaking roof, and maintaining life as we knew it was definitely beginning to take its toll. we found a club med in florida that had a baby club, complete with (at the time) a dedicated baby chef and absolute family friendliness. we decided to go there, and we figured we’d see whether we could steal an hour or two here and there just to vegetate while BC hopefully played happily with other little babies.

BC played very happily with the people who ran the baby club — so much so that she didn’t want to leave. so an hour or two stretched into a morning… and some days, a morning stretched into an afternoon. for the first time in months, BS and i had time to…gasp…read books! and over the PA system, i heard steal my sunshine seemingly on constant rotation. and all was good.

definitely a time that was the calm before the storm.

so whenever i hear this song, i immediately imagine i have a cold, fruity drink in my hand, a good book in front of me, and a lot of crazy europeans jumping in swimming pools all around me, some of whom probably ought to rethink their bathing attire.

well, two out of three ain’t bad.

guilty pleasure monday: america the beautiful (ray charles)

guilty pleasure monday: america the beautiful (ray charles)

O beautiful for heroes proved
In liberating strife.
Who more than self their country loved
And mercy more than life!
America! America!
May God thy gold refine
Till all success be nobleness
And every gain divine!

every year on memorial day, i think about the sacrifices men and women have made for our country. sure, i gripe a bit about other things, too, like the rolling thunder people who take over our area for the long weekend.  but i have several family members, living and now gone, who are veterans.  and i am proud of all of them, and i am proud of all the people, young and old, who have chosen to protect my rights.

and i get really tired nowadays about hearing the old crap that’s continually trotted out as supposed common knowledge: that because i disagree with the war in iraq that i somehow don’t care about service people.  it’s actually because i care about service people that i am disgusted with what has gone down as one of the worst military blunders, in my view, in american history. (and we have had our share of those, sadly. you don’t have to look far for them. vietnam, for starters… bay of pigs… i could keep going here…) first and foremost, these are our people — someone’s son, someone’s daughter, someone’s mom or dad, sister, brother, uncle, aunt, cousin… these are people who have stepped up to the plate and who have pledged to protect our nation.

but what exactly are they protecting our nation from in iraq?

i can understand going after terrorists, and frankly, the mess that is afghanistan is partially due i think to our half-hearted attention to that part of the world. i agree there are times when our military stands strong in the face of horror; and that’s a part of the world where we should have been looking all along.

and now, it is all such a colossal mess.

i can’t believe it is yet another memorial day, and we are still in iraq. we still aren’t making a dent in afghanistan. pakistan is nuts. and we are no closer now to finding osama bin laden.

well, maybe there is a segment in this country that finds me unpatriotic. but it is because of the sacrifices and hard work of my immigrant grandparents, it is because of all that my parents have taught me, and it is all because of the world i want my children to inherit from my generation that i disagree with the military direction of this nation.  i disagree loudly. i disagree deeply. and i will disagree patriotically.

and you can bet that i know that i can thank a soldier for that.

blue sky

blue sky

happy birthday, little man.

one day, not too long ago, you and i were driving in a car somewhere, windows open, music blaring. i miss days like that; we used to have our tuesdays, where you and i would try to cram a little fun into the one day we shared alone. now, of course, you’re a big first grader — almost a second grader — and so our times alone are a little harder to come by.

and when they do, often we find ourselves in car, bound for who-knows-where. sometimes a fun destination, sometimes an appointment. but we sing and we talk and we’re quiet and we’re together, you and me, my baby boy. i treasure your sister for many things; i treasure you for many others. sometimes, it’s hard to say what’s different about you and your sister. you are both my children, but two more different people there could not be. and i’m grateful for that, as it makes me appreciate the different gifts that you both are.  i’ve never been able to articulate those differences and those appreciations well, but i know them, i feel them, i breathe them in every day.

so we were driving, you and me, and the allman brothers started to sing in their meandering, drawl-ly southern way. and little you piped up:

mama, i’m your blue sky. BC’s your sunny day.

and in one second, you put to words something i never could. your sister is a sunny day, filled with light and love, hopeful that each hour will get even better than the last. clouds be damned.

and you are my blue sky… sometimes, a midnight, turbulent sapphire, with storm clouds rolling in ominously. sometimes, a hazy azure, signaling a leisurely languid loll. and then again, i know i will also then see the bright cerulean of your smiling sweetness around the bend, too.

mama loves you, jools. no matter what sort of day, you will always be my blue sky.

black coffee

black coffee

…because classics are classic for a reason.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KRxS7Q64xUQ

i was delighted once again when my friends at coffee for less kindly gave me some Tully’s French Roast Decaffeinated K-Cups to try and review. as i’ve said many times, i love me some K-cups which i dutifully use in my Keurig machine that BS gave me as a present awhile back. this k-cup promises to be rich…smoky…grand…dark on the package, so of course, i broke out my ever-popular mom cup and had me a cuppa.

coffee 2

eureka! i loveloveLOVE this blend, almost as much as i love my coffee people favorite blend.  and as my coffee people fave is sometimes unavailable, i now have a new go-to cup! (which is a good thing; i’m just about out of coffee!)  it holds up black, it holds up with the coffee mate, it holds up to anything! it’s hard to believe it’s decaf, it has such a bold, assertive flavor. ok, so it probably also would not go over well with my mom and dad, who like a more mellow brew.

but for me, it’s destined to be a classic in my morning routine.

a big thank you to the folks at coffee for less, who kindly supplied me with the coffee to review. the opinions are all mine. the love is all genuine. read more about coffee (and the people who love it!) on their coffee blog.

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