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.
