Category: music

i'm a homosapien, too. yeah.

i'm a homosapien, too. yeah.

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so missus is practising her dance routine she’s choreographed herself for Brownies tomorrow. she can’t decide whether she’ll dance to “mickey” or “kids in america,” both of which are fortunately on a rhino compilation CD i have in my happy possession. we’re having a lot of fun, especially since we started dancing to “i love a man in a uniform.” but she just changed the CD over to “homosapien.”

mama, she asked, what’s a homosapien? now, i can answer this question in a scientific way with perfect validity. why, it could start up a conversation about science, about evolution, about all things lofty and good. but i don’t think that is at all what pete shelley had in mind.

but that’s ok. only a few songs above it is something even better. i dodged a super-duper sized bullet when she asked “mama, what’s a sex dwarf?”

“uhm, that song sucks, honey,” i replied. “let’s listen to kids in america again, k?”

yep. if you’re still counting, i am one step closer to bad parent hell.

utopia

utopia

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it’s thanksgiving eve (or erev thanksgiving, as we tribal members would say), and i need to say what i’m thankful for. of course, it goes without saying: i am so thankful for my beautiful, quirky children; my amazing DH; my awesome parents, brothers, and aunt; and basically everyone in my family. i have caring, wonderful friends whom i adore and who seem to like me a bit. i’m hopeful i will have my health and am trying my best to learn to control what i can and fuck all the rest.

so i thought and i thought, and i figured, let me think about something i experienced today that wasn’t part of my usual repertoire. and today, while toodling around rhapsody (and if you like ’80s music, you can check out my Club Melody ’80s Mix – Rutgers Punk/Dance Mix), i rediscovered a little snippet of my wasted youth. i found todd rundgren and utopia 🙂

sure, i loved deface the music — i mean, duh, to say i love the beatles would be the understatement of the century, and todd and co. do a mean send-up of the fab four without being totally obnoxious. and while everyone looked askance at me, i adored the song healer. and i could write reams about his solo stuff that would probably bore all two of you out there (except for DH and his pal poker pete) (and especially if you spent a little too much time after a breakup listening to hermit of mink hollow, especially you cried wolf. i won’t mention any names. i’ll just look at the party and whistle one day.) but for solid progr rock, you can’t get much more solid than adventures in utopia. there’s really not a band song in the bunch (and of course, one more solid angry breakup song there in the very last time — yep, there was a time in my life where i collected breakup songs like my daughter collects dolls.).

so, in sum, i am thankful for all of the wonderful people in my life. and today, i am also thankful for revisiting todd rundgren and utopia. love you, runt, wherever you may be 🙂

we're gonna turn this mother out

we're gonna turn this mother out

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after school. BC has plugged herself into the Disney Channel, where aged Sister, Sister episodes are playing back to back. jools and i retire to his room, where his latest activity seems to be discovering that his boom box can do things besides play CDs. it can play tapes, too. AND, it has a radio.

so first we’re dancing around to a CD i found at the library, one of the putomayo things for kids. he is unimpressed. “this isn’t good for jumping on the bed,” i believe, is his criterion. we try another CD, this one an Ella Jenkins special. no dice.

so we turn on the radio. we flip it around. and we come upon our friends in Parliament singing Give Up The Funk “what did he say?” jools asked.

“he asked us to ‘turn this mother out'” i reply with a straight face. (for those keeping track, this is reason # 1,345 why i am a bad mother.)

“is this good jumping music, mama?” he asks.

“the best!” i say, jumping along with him and pretending i’m a soul train dancer.

from the "i have to write this down" department

from the "i have to write this down" department

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i know, i know. it’s rosh hashanah AND it’s shabbat, and yet here i am, writing (well, typing) something down. but i don’t want to forget this nugget.

BC loves the song loves me like a rock. she was singing it today, though she changed the lyrics a bit:

When I was grown to be a man (grown to be a man)
And the devil would call my name (grown to be a man)
I’d say now who do,
Who do you think you’re fooling? (grown to be a man)
I’m a constipated man (grown to be a man)

she kept asking me why i couldn’t stop laughing. when i explained to her that she was singing that the man couldn’t poop, she couldn’t stop giggling, either.

yep. we’re a highbrow family, we is.

bits and bobs

bits and bobs

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i have much to write about and little time thanks to the start of the new school year. much angst, but only little nubbins now:

for those of you who know what the bunster looks like, you can see a still with her in it.

for those of you who know me a long time, you’ll be amused that i adore a song by christina aguilera. yes. that christina aguilera. the former mouseketeer with amazing pipes and usually crappy material. you can hear “ain’t no other man” on her website; it greets you the minute you hit the joint. turn up your speakers. it has an old skool horn section sampled, and it’s making me crazy. hella fun.

and no, DH hasn’t made any moves to have me institutionalized. yet. though i think he’s highly suspicious of my musical detour into pop divaland.

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