Infidel music: weekend blues
I’m just kicking back today, but I thought I’d check in and let Randy Newman say a few words in defense of our country.
No, the teddy bear isn’t named Randy Newman. The cute little guy is just playing three of my favorite Randy Newman tunes on the boom box he’s holding. (Click the itsy-bitsy little belly button—er, I mean, play button).
You can probably guess what I named the bear.
Deal with it.
While kicking back, I’ve listened to a lot more stuff, including some high brow things (like my standby Richard Strauss tone poems—the definitive mood music) that have made me very blue and pensive, indeed. When I get that way, I usually like to listen to jazz and pop vocals. It’s the lyricist in me, I guess.
Here, sans bear, are a few pieces—mostly rediscovered old favorites, but one newly discovered gem of a cut, as well—that either brought a smile to my face or a tear to my eye while I was relaxing.
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The end of an empire: messy, at best.
Don’t it always seem to go, that you don’t know what you’ve got till it’s gone?
Heheh. Did you name the bear Mohammed or Allah the Pooh?
LOL, Sra.
I’m pretty sure, though, that mine is a teddy rather than a pooh.
Thanks for turning me on to the music sharing site. I like the playlist interface, because like Google Adsense it let’s me customize the song titles to my exact color scheme.
Pretty cool, but the MP3 quality isn’t always too good.
The little bear thing is pretty useless, but I thought I’d try one. I like the bouncing head.
Let’s hope it stays attached.
Just saw a “Short People” ad. One Randy Newman tune I DON’T like is “Short People.” I’m 5′6″.
Unless, of course, you’re a jihadi reading this, and then I’m 6′6″, 270, and I work out with a Volkswagen on each end of the lifting bar.
And my dogs don’t like ANY people, short or tall, ‘cept me.
Haha! Everyone I know is practically 5′6″. Even my husband is! The irksome middle child is 5′7″ and I am 5′2″ due to gravity, mostly! My other youngling are shorter than me. Twin A is 5′ even and Twin B is 5′1″. But yeah, you write like a 6′6″ Volkslift.
Thanks for the music and the Joni reference. Had a girlfriend once who played her all the time . . .
I have a friend who was talking to some Koreans (in SK) who were running down the US. He asked them, if he could get them green cards, would they take them, and all answered, of course, yes.
Thanks for the anonymity, too.
You bet, Darryl. Did you notice I’m still listening to Richard Strauss? Remember how I drove you crazy with it, ’bout a hundred years ago?
Speaking of which, I hope the girlfriend isn’t recent.
Regards,
HAID
Sra–Thanks. I was hoping I sounded in writing like I bench press VW’s.
Darryl–SK’s who hate us? After we’ve kept the lights on there for over half a century? I know: let’s drop the big one on ‘em.
BTW, that song is called “Political Science.” LOL
Of course the SKs –the younger ones, anyway– despise us. It’s the thing to do, and as for keeping the lights on, well, no good deed goes unpunished.
The girlfriend was 33 years ago. But the (misty, water-colored) memories are evergreen.
Well, that’s a relief.
But I guess I picked the wrong Streisand cut, eh? 
I thought the South Koreans loved us, just like the Chinese do. Didn’t you watch the Olympics?
“No one likes us. I don’t know why.
We may not be perfect, but Heaven knows we try.
But all around, even our old friends put us down.
Let’s drop the big one and see what happens.”
LOL.
The South Koreans should be ashamed of themselves. Why is it that we kick Japan’s ass, they like us, they still like us, but we save South Korea from their cannibal Northern Brethren, they spit on us.