Blogs are so passe and pretentious. Oh well, here's my blog about music that's stuck in my head when I wake up in the mornings along with adventures of the Cash family and wacky wacky crazy wacky shenanigans.
Don't know that there is much to say about this song, but here it is anyway. (I'm sure after you hear it you will undoubtedly decide that this is the BEST BEATLES SONG EVER!) (Do you ever wish there was a sarcasm font so people know when you're joking?)
I just read online that this song was written by Paul McCartney and performed and recorded solely by him. They were in experimentation mode, and weren't planning to use the song until George Harrison's girl said she liked it.
I thought Yoko Ono was the only girlfriend that had any say about what happens with the Beatles.
Since I love attention, and I'm pathetic and desparate to get it (i.e. this blog) I have a brilliant idea! I'm gonna make a honey pie! My wife is going to help me, and it's going to make me famous. And since I'm all over Blogger, Facebook, and Twitter already, you guys can put this pie and recipe we made up on Pinterest. Then I will take over the world, and once I do I will make this song the world national anthem. Here it goes,
BEATLES WILD HONEY PIE
recipe by (mostly) Megan and Brady Cash
In ignorant non cooking husband terms:
Use a pre-made pie crust
Place it in a pie tin
Use a fork and make the edges look neat
Take the pie crust and carefully cut out the silhouette of your favorite Beatle for the day. In our case today is Ringo.
Cook the pie crust and Beatle Silhouette independenly for 5 minutes at 450 degrees
In separate bowl, dissolve 4 tablespoons corn starch with 1 2/3 cup heavy cream
Stir in a 14 oz can of sweetened condensed milk and 3 beaten egg yolks
Now add 1/4 cup creamed honey
Add 1/2 teaspoon flavoring or extract based on the Beatle of choice:
For John- Strawberry
For Paul- Lemon
For George- Almond
For Ringo- Lime (our choice today)
Cook everything on medium heat until bubbles.
Now add 1 teaspoon butter and 1 teaspoon vanilla extract.
Insert filling into baked pie crust and place in fridge to chill for 2 hours.
After chilling, sprinkle sugar evenly over pie filling.
Broil until golden brown (cover the crusts with tin foil to avoid burning)
Place Ringo (or whoever's) face on top.
Decorate Ringo's face with regular honey- it looks great on the hair
Eat.
Here is our end result. Come over and try it if you'd like. It's totally good.
Well now, this is starting to turn into an interesting set of songs, first Wham! then Queen and now I'm hearing cheesy music by Michael Jackson, who was the king of pop from 1979-1990, which is the year that Macauley Culkin became his best friend.
I'm posting a video that has all the lyrics, rather than the official music video. This is good for 2 reasons. First, you can sing along like it's your very own karaoke machine. Second, and more importantly, this way you don't have to see Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie Presley half-naked like they are in the music video. You are very welcome.
This song was written by R.Kelly for anyone who cares. Michael Jackson died 3 years ago yesterday for anyone else who cares.
I think we all feel sort of sorrowful that his fame was ultimately his downfall. Another I think is that "Thriller" (the album) was just so incredibly fantastic that it was impossible for him to match. Listen to "Billie Jean," then listen to today's song. It just doesn't compare. But this was the song playing in my brain today, so I guess my subconscious feels otherwise.
I woke up with a song that everybody knows today. Immediately I thought about a certain NBA team I don't like and how they just won a championship, even though it was a shortened season and it doesn't really count anyway. But it would be immature to make fun that team because it might demonstrate major insecurites that my NBA team didn't win this year, and likely will not in the near future, or possibly ever because of the small market we play in. I don't want to be a sore, bitter loser, and most of all immature, so I'll just post a picture I drew and leave it at that.
So, who knows why Queen's "We Are the Champions" was playing in my head today. When I first woke up I did some browsing online and found out that a team of scientists and researchers determined in 2011 that WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS has the catchiest melody in the history of pop:
Here's the video for all to enjoy. I'd like to know how much someone would have to pay you to wear the spandex outfit that Freddie Mercury is donning in this:
AND here's our version of the song for all to enjoy! We did this in one take, it was 10:30 at night and we had had it with rehearsal- not that it would have been much better otherwise.
The year was 1984, I was 5 years old. It was Sunday morning and every one was scurrying about getting ready for church. Luckily for us, the church was right across the street, so even if we were running late, it wouldn't take much time to get there.
But there was a slight problem keeping everyone from getting out the door, it was me. Once again, I did NOT want to go to church- and today I wasn't going- no way, no how! For an imaginative and unfocused 5 year old, sitting through 3 hours of church is akin to having your finger nails ripped out (either that or sitting through the entire filmography of every Matthew McConaughey romantic comedy ever made, yes ladies, I said it.)
Having the remarkable ability of being a cute little kid, I was able to convince my parents- my Dad especially that I would be just fine staying home alone while they all went to church.
A Sunday Morning
(I'm second from the left, in the bow tie)
My Dad gave me the phone number to the clerk's office of the church- so it would be easy to call when I was ready to come. The family left, and I was on my own for the first time in my life.
The way you would expect this story to go, is what my Dad expected, 5 minutes would pass and then I would call the church scared, helpless and ready to come to church. Yet, he was surprised when 15 minutes had passed and there was no word. So he headed home, expecting to see something like this:
Instead this is what he saw:
There I was, perfectly content, watching television. "Brady, are you OK?"
"I'm fine, Dad."
"Don't you want to come to church with me?"
"Naw, I'll just stay here."
My Dad went back to church, but kept coming back to the house every 15 minutes to check on me. But it was always the same thing- a happy child, contentedly watching TV.
He went back to church one last time, with 1/2 hour of church left, having lost the battle that day. But soon, there was a tap on his shoulder, it was someone from the clerk's office. "Nick, your son is on the phone, he sounds really upset and wants you to come home."
There was the call he had been looking for, he rushed home expecting to bring me back to church for the last 30 minutes. When he arrived, the television was still on and I was hysterical. I was watching MTV and my favorite music video had played (it so happens this is today's song as well) and I didn't know how to record it onto a Beta tape.
I had called my Dad at the church hoping he could make back in time to record the video on a tape so I could watch it whenever I want, but he was too late!
I never recovered from such a traumatizing experience. 28 years later, this song still plays in my head, and despite my convictions, I still have a hard time going to church.
For those of you who know me well, it should surprise you that it's taken me this long to post a song from Ben Folds. It surprises me as well.
Undoubtedly, if the question comes up as to who my favorite singer/songwriter is, Ben Folds is the guy. His music has always spoken to me from my angry teenage years and into adulthood. Nobody expresses what it's like to be male, middle-class and white quite like Mr. Folds. It's nerdy angst at its best.
And it's great music too. Today's song from "Whatever and Ever, Amen" is 15 years old, one of my favorite tracks from the album. Here's SELFLESS, COLD AND COMPOSED. (If you don't feel like listening to this, at least listen from about 2.20-3.20, between the piano, bass, drums and strings I think this is some of the most beautiful music Ben Folds has written.)
For those who care, Ben Folds Five has reunited for an album which should be released toward the end of the year. Here's a link if you're interested in what's going on:
One side note, just for a laugh- I got dressed in the dark this morning (like I always do) and managed to grab mismatched shoes, one of my more intelligent moments. I wore them around work for 2 hours before I noticed. Then I went home and changed them.
Regina Spektor is back with my subconscious to share more music from her new album. I finally bought it, and yes, it's very good and the music is very catchy- so plan on seeing more of this stuff as I keep sharing music.
Today's song is called "Don't Leave Me (Ne Me Quitte Pas)" Here's the music video:
I read over the lyrics to this song- and I can't figure out what they have to do with someone leaving another, other than the part of the song when she sings "Don't Leave Me" in French.
This can be challenging to try to be creative when my subconscious chooses the song and therefore topic of my posts. The title of this song has to do with abandonment, so I guess I'll stick with that.
I've been married for 7 years. My wife is very commited to me- and so I give you, the top ten reasons why my wife should have left years ago:
1) I am a worthless piece of garbage when it comes to being handy around the house. I can barely put a light bulb in. I am not kidding.
2) I am a worthless piece of garbage when it comes to being motivated about doing anything worth while at all.
3) I am painfully NON-confrontational, forcing my wife to be the aggresive one in all confrontational situations.
4) I am an absurdly picky eater. She has to cook, order and eat around this problem I have.
5) If I had to defend her honor in a fist fight, I would lose, no matter who it is, male/female, child/adult.
6) I am too cynical to be very romantic.
7) I can't sit down and just enjoy a blockbuster movie. I am too busy dissecting it and wishing it was more arty farty.
8) I have a nubby thumb, fine and sometimes oily hair, no muscles, a pointy English nose, long lurpy arms and legs and a bubble butt.
9) She has to constantly tolerate my mad obsession with music- and wanting music to be playing as much as possible.
10) I haven't brushed my teeth since 1996, only shower when my in-laws come into town, and whenever I hear the word deoderant I have a seizure.
(She had no idea what she was getting herself into)
So there you have it, I'm married to the most tolerant woman in the world. I love her for putting up with me.
Riding on Daddy's coattails can come in handy in life. I should know, my Dad has been in the food industry and I can go eat at his restaurant whenever I please!
For Sean Lennon it's the same, but listen to the song that was playing in my brain this morning and decide for yourself if he's earned the right to be recognized on his own as a musician. I say yes!
(The song actually ends around the 5 minute mark, but for some reason it goes into another song on this clip)
And how funny, I've already started talking about Dads before being pointed out by my wife that tomorrow is Fathers Day.
And how funny that John Lennon would come up on my music blog on Fathers Day.
Let me tell you why, here is a picture of my dad on his wedding day in 1973. My grandparents are in the background. You can laugh at it, I give you permission.
Here is a picture of John Lennon a few years earlier.
Lennon, musically was a hero to my Dad. I was raised on the Beatles, and enjoyed hearing stories about them from my Dad. Lennon was his favorite- and so were Lennon's songs.
John Lennon was murdered on December 8th, 1980. I was a year old and it was my Dad's 29th birthday. He told me that he cried when he found out.
Weird that this has taken a serious turn on a site where I try to make people laugh usually, but the coincidence of talking about Sean Lennon on Fathers Day just seemed too appropriate.
Lots of love to a Dad who never yelled, always made you feel uniquely appreciated and proud. Thank you for instilling an appreciation of music in me, love for family, and for giving me the desire to be a father myself.
The Song today "ALL THE ROWBOATS" is from Regina Spektor's new album, "What We Saw From the Cheap Seats." I will buy this album soon, I've heard it's great, but as of now I have only heard the song that was playing today:
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I know you can't get enough of the songs I share on this site. Lucky for you, I'm gonna share 2 that happened today!
I woke up at 4:00 this morning. This is becoming common with my ever shrinking bladder. This is the song that was playing: They Might Be Giants' "Put Your Hand Inside the Puppet Head."
Then when I got up for real, this is the song that was playing:
I had a feeling that it would be a puppet and baseball kind of day today.
Rumor has it that this song has the most repetitive chorus you've ever heard- it was basically going through my head all night and this morning too:
Rumor has it as well that I may or may not have grown a moustache. This was done against my will. It was a challenge from my 5 year old daughter, and for anyone who has ever had a 5 year old daughter, you know that it's impossible to say no to her.
I have figured that I look any one of 4 ways with a moustache- so I need some feedback from my mom and the few people to which she shows this blog to decide. Here I am with my manly 'stache.
So I figure I look like any one of four people and need your help deciding who it is.
CLARK GABLE
MAGNUM PI
THE BROTHER FROM NAPOLEON DYNAMITE
JEFFREY DAHMER
This is an incredibly important decision so please help me to know whether to keep it or not.
Especially showtunes from "Annie" about New York City.
Who here has been to New York City? Why is my hand the only one up?
If you're ever going to visit New York, you might have a list of things to do (by your own choice) that looks like this:
(Just for fun, I will draw each of these events in under a minute original art)
1. Go visit the Empire State Building
2. Go see the Statue of Liberty
3. Go to Ellis Island
4. Take a stroll through Central Park
5. Go to Times Square
6. Go see a Broadway musical
7. Walk accross the Brooklyn Bridge
8. Go to a Yankees or Mets Game
9. Buy a Hot Dog and eat it on the street
10. Go to the 9/11 memorial at the World Trade Center
Below is a list you of things you will do (against your will)
1. Be overwhelmed at the smell of urine.
2. See a rat
3. Listen to street profanity
4. Spend 5-187 times the amount of the money you expected to spend
5. Nearly get hit by a speeding taxi and/or city bus
6. Use your best ability to discern what the announcement says on the subway
7. Step in freshly chewed gum
8. Bump into a person at least one time
9. Meet someone who seems perfectly normal but is actually crazy
10. Be exhausted beyond explanation by the day's end.
This was kind of dumb and I ran out of time (slash have ADD really bad) on the last 3.
I knew it wouldn't be long for this song to get stuck in my head one morning, what with it playing everywhere you go.
I was thrilled for Fun. when I heard they were getting so much attention with this song and album. But there is also a part of me that struggles to see their success because they were a cool little novelty band for me- but alas no more.
Here's the song again, even though you can hear it on the radio, at the supermarket, at the gas station, at the club, in the bar, at the library, at the morgue, at your mom's house, at your private badminton lessons, atop of the Eiffel Tower in Paris, at the Laura Ingalls-Wilder history museum in Pepin Wisconsin etc.
A special shout out to Lucy and Peyton who turned 5 and 8 respectively this week. We celebrated by going to eat at McDonald's and IHOP respectively. Nothing but the best for my kids:
"We Are Young" all of us, but all getting older whether we like it or not.
Today's song comes from the cleverly titled album "Last Stop: Crappy Town" by Reggie and the Full Effect.
This kind of music is as "hard-core" as I get. I've been amused by this band for years, mostly because it seems it was all started as a joke. James Dewees was the keyboard player for The Get Up Kids and started Reggie as a side project. His earlier albums are hilarious at times, mocking 80's Brit-pop, Finnish grunge bands and hardcore punk.
But as this band's music has evolved it feels like it's become more serious. I could be wrong- maybe I'm not cool enough to be in on the joke- Pretty sure I'm not. Here's the song for you. For those who care it's the final track of the album.
According to the websites I've visited, Dewees wrote this album while taking the subway from his house in Brooklyn to a rehab facility. The album feels apocalyptic in a way, as if your on a ride on some runaway train to hell, or Provo, Utah.
Since we're on the subject of hellish train rides, I'll tell you my worst train ride experience, not that you care...
In 2002 I was in Italy by myself. While I was visiting Venice, the good people of Italy decided to have a train strike. My itinerary had me in Venice for one day, and because of the strike I was stuck there for 3 days.
I was in my early 20's at the time. Venice is a nice place, and I may appreciate it more now, but I felt like there wasn't enough to see to be stuck there for 3 days. Thankfully, the strike ended, and I was anxious to buy my ticket to the next stop on my itinerary- Florence.
"I'll have one ticket for Florence," I said in my best Italian.
"The trains aren't going to Florence because of the strike" was the response.
"But the strike is over"
"Not completely..."
WHA??? With regret, I purchased my ticket for Rome- and decided Florence would be for another visit in the future.
If you've ever been on a European train ride, you'll know that unless you paid a fortune for tickets, the train makes several stops. So where do you think my train stopped along the way?
No, Not Provo, Utah.
My proudest moment as an Italian speaker was going into the business office (in Florence) of this disorganized train company and demanding a refund on my ticket- and I got it!
