Some things I've posted.
In the past this Blog has been: My Monday (Music I know and love) Traditional Tuesday (Classical/Serious music) What's New Wednesday (No older than 5 years) Throwback Thursday (1960-1985) Freedom Friday (Blog comment suggestions when available) Sometimes Saturday (anything goes ) Earliest posts are Thanksgiving/Meditations
This song was released in 1978 but I didn't become acquainted with it until the late 1980's when Tone Lōcquoted it in their Wild Thing song that my now husband's college suite mate played continuously.
She saw the look in his eyes, 'n' she knew better
He wanted her tonight, ah, and it was now or never
He made her feel so sad
Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'
Oh, whoa, whoa, Jamie's cryin'
Now Jamie wouldn't say, "All right", ah, she knew he'd forget her
'N' so they said goodnight, ah, oh, 'n' now he's gone forever
I've always respected Eminem. Usually I'm not a big fan of rap but his way of putting lyrics together and speaking from his heart amaze me to my core:
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me
For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
When I blew; see, but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
'Cause I'm
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothing
Well, that's nothing
Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
To seize the moment and don't squander it
'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders.
No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.)
Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
I think it went wandering off down yonder
And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
'Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD's conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothing
Well, that's nothing
Call me crazy but I have this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
MC's, blood get spilled and I'll
Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
To the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fucking children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
[2x]
Well, that's nothI'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
I wanted the fame, but not the cover of Newsweek
Oh, well, guess beggars can't be choosey
Wanted to receive attention for my music
Wanted to be left alone in public. Excuse me
For wanting my cake and eat it too, and wanting it both ways
Fame made me a balloon 'cause my ego inflated
When I blew; see, but it was confusing
'Cause all I wanted to do is be the Bruce Lee of loose leaf
Abused ink, used it as a tool when I blew steam (wooh!)
Hit the lottery, oh wee
But with what I gave up to get it was bittersweet
It was like winning a used mink
Ironic 'cause I think I'm getting so huge I need a shrink
I'm beginning to lose sleep: one sheep, two sheep
Going cuckoo and cooky as Kool Keith
But I'm actually weirder than you think
'Cause I'm
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothing
Well, that's nothing
Now, I ain't much of a poet but I know somebody once told me
To seize the moment and don't squander it
'Cause you never know when it all could be over tomorrow
So I keep conjuring, sometimes I wonder where these thoughts spawn from
(Yeah, pondering'll do you wonders.
No wonder you're losing your mind the way it wanders.)
Yoda-loda-le-hee-hoo
I think it went wandering off down yonder
And stumbled on 'ta Jeff VanVonderen
'Cause I need an interventionist
To intervene between me and this monster
And save me from myself and all this conflict
'Cause the very thing that I love's killing me and I can't conquer it
My OCD's conking me in the head
Keep knocking, nobody's home, I'm sleepwalking
I'm just relaying what the voice in my head's saying
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Well, that's nothing
Well, that's nothing
Call me crazy but I have this vision
One day that I'd walk amongst you a regular civilian
But until then drums get killed and I'm coming straight at
MC's, blood get spilled and I'll
Take you back to the days that I'd get on a Dre track
Give every kid who got played that
Pumped up feeling and shit to say back
To the kids who played him
I ain't here to save the fucking children
But if one kid out of a hundred million
Who are going through a struggle feels it and then relates that's great
It's payback, Russell Wilson falling way back
In the draft, turn nothing into something, still can make that
Straw into gold chump, I will spin Rumpelstiltskin in a haystack
Maybe I need a straightjacket, face facts
I am nuts for real, but I'm okay with that
It's nothing, I'm still friends with the
I'm friends with the monster that's under my bed
Get along with the voices inside of my head
You're trying to save me, stop holding your breath
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you think I'm crazy
Spring was never waiting for us, girl
It ran one step ahead
As we followed in the dance
Between the parted pages and were pressed
In love's hot, fevered iron
Like a striped pair of pants
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no
I recall the yellow cotton dress
Foaming like a wave
On the ground around your knees
The birds, like tender babies in your hands
And the old men playing checkers
By the trees
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have the recipe again
Oh, no
There will be another song for me
For I will sing it
There will be another dream for me
Someone will bring it
I will drink the wine while it is warm
And never let you catch me looking at the sun
And after all the loves of my life
After all the loves of my life
You'll still be the one
I will take my life into my hands
And I will use it
I will win the worship in their eyes
And I will lose it
I will have the things that I desire
And my passion flow like rivers through the sky
And after all the loves of my life
Oh, after all the loves of my life
I'll be thinking of you
And wondering why
MacArthur's Park is melting in the dark
All the sweet green icing flowing down
Someone left the cake out in the rain
I don't think that I can take it
'Cause it took so long to bake it
And I'll never have that recipe again
Oh, no
Oh, no
I'll post this a little early so I can have Blog-cation for Christmas.
Merry Christmas everyone, I hope you can spend sometime with the ones you love to celebrate!
Oooooooo
Merry Christmas Saint Nick
Christmas comes this time each year
Well way up north where the air gets cold
There's a tale about Christmas
That you've all been told
And a real famous cat all dressed up in red
And he spends all year workin' out on his sled
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
Just a little bobsled we call the old Saint Nick
But she'll walk a toboggan with a four speed stick
She's candy apple red with a ski for a wheel
And when Santa hits the gas man just watch her peel
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer, whoaa
Run run reindeer
Run run reindeer (he don't miss no one)
And haulin' through the snow at a frightening speed
With a half a dozen deer with Rudy to lead
He's got to wear his goggles 'cause the snow really flies
And he's cruisin' every path with a little surprise
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
It's the little Saint Nick (little Saint Nick)
Oooooooo
Merry Christmas Saint Nick (Christmas comes this time each year)
Oooooooo
Merry Christmas Saint Nick (Christmas comes this time each year)
Oooooooo
Merry Christmas Saint Nick (Christmas comes this time each year)
As I posted last Tuesday my family used to attend a Messiah Sing-in that was held at the University of Virginia in Cabell Hall:
The audience seats in this photo along with some of the ones between the pillars above would be filled with members of the community who came to sing, we were seated by vocal part. The orchestra and organ would accompany from where you see the orchestra in this photo. When we performed certain solos the whole section of tenors (or whatever) would stand.
My first year attending I was stunned when I heard the amazing trumpet soloist in the very live acoustics of this historic performance space. I had never heard anything so beautiful. I would count it as my first aesthetic experience. My deep appreciation of live performances began.
Handel's Messiah is the first piece of serious music that I listened to as a child (it is the only classical piece that I am more familiar with than my son and husband). Every Thanksgiving my sisters would pull out the Messiah Album box, sung by the Mormon Tabernacle choir, along with all the other Christmas Albums we weren't allowed to listen to except during the Christmas season. Honestly it was by far my least favorite for a long time and I groaned at the sight of it. I didn't get it. As most great things do, it grew on me. My sisters and parents would sing along at certain parts as we busied ourselves around the house with holiday decorating, wrapping, and cooking. I have always deeply enjoyed singing, so it didn't take too long for me to start joining them. Some time during my high school years my family found out that there was a Messiah Sing-In at the University of Virginia in our home town, at the time, of Charlottesville. It was usually about a week before Christmas each year. We met one night and used copies of the music/libretto generously donated for the evening by local choirs.We were hosted by a wonderful organist and conductor who led us through the highlights of this great work. The first couple of years I sang in the huge alto section. Then after a couple of years at college, where I had become serious about flute, I bravely went down to join the one night existing orchestra. I miss those days so much, in fact whenever I think of it I get teary with the joy and awe of it all. Thank you Handel, Charles Jennens, Mormon Tabernacle Choir, my family, and the prophets of the Bible for listening to God's call and writing, performing, recording, and listening to such beauty.
I am posting the London Symphony Orchestra today as I love the sound of the ensemble:
I enjoy listening to my Kathy Mattea Christmas cd each December. It is pretty much the length of time it takes me to get to work.
We're looking for The King
The new Messiah
We're following the star
Shining brighter
Old man won't you help us if you can
He shook his head
But he pointed his hand
There's a new kid in town
And he's lying in a manger down the road
There's a new kid in town
But he's just another baby I suppose
Heaven knows
There's a new kid in town
Here in Bethlehem
I see you've traveled far
Bearing treasures
You say these gifts are for
The new Kings pleasures
Well I've heard
That a King might come
But up 'til now there hasn't been one
There's a new kid in town
And he's lying in a manger down the road
There's a new kid in town
But he's just another baby I suppose
Heaven knows
There's a new kid in town
Here in Bethlehem
There's a new kid in town
And he's lying in a manger down the road
There's a new kid in town
But he's just another baby I suppose
Heaven knows
There's a new kid in town
Here in Bethlehem
This song is about taking a risk in a relationship, because it's Christmas. This isn't a theme I generally connect with Christmas and yet it is also a prominent one in a favorite Holiday movie of mine, Love Actually. God sending his son, coming himself as fully God, fully Man was His way of going for broke. The biggest risk/non-risk of all time. Is Kelly Clarkson talking about the Messiah being wrapped in red? No she isn't. Never the less, God did wrap himself in our sin. We celebrate this time of year, as we remember how His earthly mom and dad knocked on doors, going for broke, and found no rooms until they finally set Baby Jesus in a lowly manger.
Here is Dean Martin singing a beloved song. It's actually freezing fogging outside today and so I need to hit the road to work a bit earlier than usual.
One of my ensemble assignments was as one of four crows to perform this song along with Scarecrow in the Charlottesville High School production of the The Wiz the spring of my senior year, 1986. This was the first Theater production done by the High School in the newly built Performing Arts Center (community/school funded). In our production we 4 crows did a little dancing and the back-up singing.
