Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Monday, June 1, 2009

Now my daughters have seen The Empire Strikes Back

At the end, Eva said: "He has a robot hand like that lady." "What lady?" I asked. She said. "I don't know her name. She is one of the 'Single Ladies'."

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

G-R-O Led Salad Great!

When you realized that the internet was optimized for finding song lyrics, what was the first song you looked up? Mine was Those Were the Days, the intro song for All in the Family.

Listening to this song again, I realize that we finally did get "a man like Herbert Hoover again". Thank goodness we're finally almost rid of him.

Friday, January 9, 2009

An Idea for a Broadway Musical

The Elton John album "Goodbye Yellow Brick Road" is a Broadway musical waiting to happen. Just listen to it from start to finish and tell me it isn't true. The musical is a coming-of-age story about a kid who leaves home to go to the big city and all of the crazy stuff that happens there.

Though not on the album, "Take Me to the Pilot" would be a great big finish. It's about him finally coming to terms.

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

Every Kiss Begins With "Kay"

I'm starting a new jewelry store. It's called "F Jewelers".

Monday, December 22, 2008

Pink Floyd's "The Thin Ice" is about George W. Bush

These lyrics never made sense to me until I thought about them as a premonition of our 43rd president. The first part is about an easy and blissfully ignorant childhood (enough said there). As for the rest, couldn't you call the high-tech-but-fatally-flawed-by-lack-of-historical-consideration invasion of Iraq skating on the thin ice of modern life? And I'd say that, in doing so, he dragged behind him the silent reproach of [at least] a million tear-stained eyes. I'd also say that a pretty big crack in the ice appeared under his feet. And if anyone's ever slipped out of their depth, he has.

Momma loves her baby,
And daddy loves you, too.
And the sea may look warm to ya, babe,
And the sky may look blue.


Oooooo babe.
Oooooooo baby blue.

Oooooo ooohh babe.


If you should go skating,

On the thin ice of modern life,

Dragging behind you the silent reproach,

Of a million tear-stained eyes,

Dont be surprised when a crack in the ice,

Appears under your feet.

You slip out
of your depth and out of your mind,
With your fear flowing out from behind,

You as you claw the ice.