I think I might have posted this before, but it’s worth a second fun time.
(I love these guys.)
The most spastic singer from the sixties died today at age 70 of lung cancer. I never saw him live, but I love the way he tears the heck out of this song. He had the ultimate blues voice, but was really hard to watch….entertaining, but weird.
Leon Russell is really cool too. I have seen him a lot in concert…one of the best.
R.I.P. Joe. We STILL have your records!
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My brother sent me this one…because I played drums all those years, but I started at 18, this kid is just 3 years old! His name is Lyonya Shilovsky, and proud papa has taken the kid’s excellent ear…and there you go!
Little Lyonya really has a strong grip, and the drums rolls are nice and even.
AND, when he dropped his sticks he didn’t miss a beat, and he can scratch his face while following the song, and on top of that, he’s just so darn cute.
Okay. I’m in love.
Where creativity comes from. You can read all the neurology books you want, the latest research, and they STILL don’t know why some people are more creative than others. When they say robots are going to take over the world…think again. Do you really think a robot will be as creative as a human?
Only by transplant.
(Although, I wouldn’t mind replacing Joe Biden with one.)
I was watching a documentary on Jimi Henricks last night, and remembering that I once saw him onstage, perform this very song. He was amazing to watch.
Jimi Hendricks could not only play the guitar in his sleep, he was incredibly original–from his clothes to the sound of his feedback, he did it all HIS way. No other guitar players sounded like him.
I don’t know how many millions of people dropped acid when they went to see Jimmy, but I bet some of those people are running the country right now.
When Einstein said that imagination was worth more than knowledge, I think he was talking about creativity. If you ask the really creative people, they have no clue where their ideas come from, most will say, it just comes from out of the blue. And as you will hear, the planet needs them, more than ever.
I found this video today on Glenn Becks’ site, and I enjoyed it so VERY much…I wanted everyone to see it, and especially anyone who reads this blog.
Sir Ken Robinson gave this talk at a TED gathering in California, where lots of brilliant minds get together and do talks on most everything.
Ken talks about how creativity is being destroyed in all school systems all over the world, and he’s right.
He’s also extremely funny, creative, and just like Jimi Henrick, puts his thoughts into YOUR head, like nobody else does.
So, I hope you can find the twenty minutes of your life, which if you are like me, is a lot….and watch this guy…I did. And now, I’m a big fan.
You might have already seen this. One thousand high school students starting singing in a hotel, and … I’m so glad some one thought to go get their camera.
It’s better than a steel drum….it’s a ethereal sound for a Sunday morning.
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Here’s a great way to start off your Sunday morning. This is Holland’s Got Talent, and what an understatement.
What is so amazing about little 9-year-old Armira is not only the beautiful voice, but her artistry that is way beyond her years. Notice how she visions her performance before she sings. Let’s hope she stays in Holland–and doesn’t get corrupted by the American money-making music machine.
(Thanks to JR)
I wrote this BEFORE I watched the Grammies last night. And I must say, it was one of the best Grammies in years: They mixed the old timers, with the new kids— a lot less rap, more actual music, and most of the show was enjoyable—up until the gay propaganda song. Not only was the song stupid, the gay propaganda staged production was just plain moronic. What Madonna, Queen Latvia, and that other idiot (you know the blond Eminem copycat) and the Cathedral background said was—- GOD recognizes gays in the church. SAME LOVE:
They just rewrote the Bible. In other words, THEY know god, and you don’t. Rather presumptuous of them.
Anyway, —on to my post:
Last week I took a sneak peak at the nominations of the upcoming Grammy awards show, and talk about clueless: I was thinking…”Who?” “What?” “Is that a band or a disease”?
And that’s the problem. The biggest Grammy watchers throughout the years have been the baby boomer generations, who grew up with the Eagles, Led Zeppelin, Eric Clapton, Jimi Hendrick, the Beatles, the Rolling Stones, Janis Joplin, Yes, Stevie Wonder, Aretha Franklin, Motown…and we even got into AC/DC, —-country, you name it—-My generation was a big music generation. But— every generation has its own music. Basically, whatever you grew up with in high schools stays with you the rest of your life.
I don’t remember the exact moment I switched from listening to music to listening to conservative talk radio, but I’m pretty sure it came about when they put the old record player in the trash, and brought out the CD’s. Who had the money to go and replace their vast collection of albums with CD’s? I sure didn’t. And that’s the point: the technology boom came during Bill Clinton, and somehow music took a back burner to the shenanigans of the Clintons.
And then there was RAP. Every time I turned on the Grammys in years past, it was overrun by Rap artists. To a musician, rap was pretty lame, almost cheating. How HARD is it to just stand up and talk? No harmony, no artist spending HOURS practicing guitar chords and rifts, bass lines, or mastering their instruments…Technology put the old musicians on the bench. Drum machines replayed drummers. All musical instruments could now be done on a computer, and artists didn’t even need agents anymore…they just put themselves on YouTube.
But tonight, before the show, we hear a special announcement: A special “gay’ promotion will be happening…
An on-air wedding of 34 couples — gay, straight, old, young, of many races and many colors,” they write. “The ceremony will be part of the hip-hop duo Macklemore & Ryan Lewis’s performance of their Grammy-nominated song “Same Love,” which became a marriage-equality anthem last year just as that issue was drawing intense national attention.”
Mr. Lewis, the group’s producer, said that the weddings “will be in our minds the ultimate statement of equality, that all the couples are entitled to the same exact thing.”
And I think: Do I even WANT to record this…? Does Obama have to put his liberal propaganda in a music show? MUST you?
Frankly—right now, I don’t think the biggest concern on any conservative mind is whether gays can marry or not. But the liberals are telling us what should be concerning the world. (Mindless dweebs responds), even if they have to spoil the Grammies.
So, what’s with all this ‘gay’s NEED to be recognized stuff? The story goes: One percent of the population (or is it 15? Who knows?) are being bullied by the rest of us.
Conservatives are more concerned about the dictator in the White House right now.
Here’s a secret: Most of us want gays to be happy. Obama is lying…again. What we can’t understand is why the Christian Church, which historically speaking for thousands of years has had as its foundation, marriage only between a man and a woman,— is not being allowed to go on with its own traditions.
Why in the WORLD can’t the gays just go out and get the government to let them marry in a civil ceremony? There are 16 states now that allow gay marriage. No doubt sooner or later the Supreme Court will make it legal.
But that won’t be enough. NO–, they want the churches doctrine to change and the people to bow down to gays. Conservatives are basally, being bullied.
And let’s not even go to the real science. The species can only reproduce by a man and woman. Obama may not want us to reproduce, but I’m pretty sure “God” thought it was a good idea. Otherwise, none of us would be here…not even gay people.
Gay people had …heterosexual parents, (don’t tell them) and I think they owe them a little respect.
The real reason the ‘gay’ issue is so important of course, is that liberals must break up the traditional family in order to have single mothers dependent on the state. That’s the communist/Chicago way.
Nevertheless, we must not forget that we are guaranteed by the Constitution, freedom of religion. And that freedom includes who the church can decide to marry according to its traditions.
Expect more attacks.
As for ‘gays’ being picked on?—-No matter how many laws the government passes, there will always be bullies. (Our government being the biggest proof.) If some kids have gay parents, or if the kid is gay and being made fun of, it’s up to the parents to teach the child how to deal with bullies.
If kids with disabilities, kids with cancer, kids not so good looking, kids that are fat, —if those kids can grow up and fight the bullies, so can the gay kids.
I’m sorry, “Gay happiness” is just not on the biggest problems facing the United States right now.
But….the Gay Bully pulpit has only just begun. Next stop: The Olympics.
If you missed the Straight No Chaser guys the first time around, here they are, taking another rather annoying Christmas song and doing fun things! They have made a regular career out of themselves. Really, you’ll enjoy this if you haven’t seen it.
And I can even give everyone a fun thing to do with the family this Christmas…something I made up one Christmas for my own audiences:
You pick twelve people out of the crowd (in your case family) and each one gets a day. And they can say WHATEVER they want to make up. Everyone sings the “On the lst day of Christmas my true love gave to me…..and then the person who has ONE jumps up and says….whatever comes to his mind.
“Nine janitors trashing, eight kitties barking, seven Biden’s barfing, six men a drinking, FIVE Golden Banana Cakes! “
You get the idea. Just don’t give them too much time to think about it, so they have to STAND up and shout out when it first comes their turn, and it always helps if you do it after everyone has had a few glasses of wine to get them warmed up.
But I give you fair warning…you might hear things you never thought were possible, most of them having to do with sex.
Of course, if there are kids there, you must simply be silly, and by all means, let them join in.
—-Angels We Have Heard On High
Ever since last week’s “Little Drummer Boy” I’ve really been getting in the Christmas spirit….and this video will do it quite nicely.
Here’s another fun one sent in an email from Kim Komando. The house…is really something. And I didn’t even notice the gnomes…did you?
The Little Drummer Boy has never been one of my favorite Christmas songs…due to the fact that besides the words, the melody is very boring.
BUT…look at what great hearts and imagination can do to this: They beautifully transformed it into the wonders of the human soul. (not to mention, great special audio effects)
Everyone waited in anticipation for Miley’s Cyrus’s performance on the MTV Music Awards. Would she Twerk? Tweet? Trip? Yes, the whole world anticipated an even more salacious sexual move from Miley. Would she be like Madonna, and pull out a bed and have sex onstage?Lady Gaga had that covered having sex in the Oval office where she told the rapper President he could do whatever he wanted with her body.
Miley instead, knew she could not compete with the acts before her, so what did she do? She presented herself as a…what? A big Pussy!
We saw a giant kitten in space viral explosions, where the kitty cried, just like Miley. It was a kitty acid trip from the sixties. The Grateful Dead meets Kitty Power!
I thought it was a bit—what? So here’s a few wonderments as to what exactly Miley artistically was trying to tell us and what this could possibly mean for her career:
- She is wearing the new Miley pussy cat apparel to be sold soon in your local Wal-Mart.
She is starting a new designer jewelry line, where the largest bracelet will be selling for $500 at Macy’s.
She wants everyone to know that she is really just a sweet pussy cat that everyone has misjudged as being a slut and she truly does have feelings.
Those were MY first thoughts. Now…my husband just walked into the room, and said this:
1. Which litter box would you change?
2.Which one licks itself?
3.Who coughs up the biggest hairball?
4. Bet you the one on the right is already spaded.
5. Whose going to have the biggest litter?
I try not to encourage him.
Sometimes…I just need to get away from politics.
I love music. Some of you know that I used to make my living as a musician. I was a drummer for many years, and then, switched to piano, and got jobs in hotels, restaurants, bars, wherever I could. At the time that I was working, this was one of my favorite romantic songs to sing.
And tonight, I ran across this video: Not only did Nat King Cole have one of the most beautiful male voices ever recorded, just to see this, his daughter, singing a duo with him AFTER he was dead, is just chilling. And the love that they had for each other…..not only unforgettable, but incredible. In other words: Dads are needed JUST as much as a mother in a woman’s life. Look what these two did.
Unfortunately, the black fathers seem to be a thing of the past. (and orchestras too, sadly.)
Now, having said that: Here’s a fun story;
Back in the year, 2000, I went to Washington D.C., all by myself, because I had always wanted to see the sights. I booked the CHEAPEST hotel I could find online. It was somewhere near the Union Station. My flight arrived late at night and I was bored in the hotel room, so I went down to the bar…..only to find it was karaoke night and I was the ONLY white person there. The bar was packed with blacks.
Obviously, all these black people had good government jobs, I went and got a seat at the bar, and one black guy kept talking to me and buying me drinks. He was with a table full of women, so I didn’t think too much of it. Being happy just to hear all the great armature singers, he suggested that I get up and sing. In fact, he wouldn’t shut up about it. I made the mistake of telling him I used to sing for a living.
At the time, I was very familiar with tapes, because I worked in a karaoke bar for a year. I got the ‘list’ and the only one that I found that I maybe could sing, (because trust me, most of these people were good) was Unforgettable. I didn’t really want to, but the guy kept bugging me. And after all, he kept bribing me with free drinks.
“The only one I think I could sing would be Natalie Cole.” I said to the guy. “I’ll tell you what. If YOU sing it with me, I’ll do it. ”
So we did. And he had a ….shocked look on his face. We made it through the song…but you should have seen his face. I’m not sure what he was expecting, but I wasn’t it.
Now…..little did I know that ONE of those girls at his table must have had it bad for the guy, because she started giving me the evil eye, after the song. I went back to the bar, but I could hear her and the guy fighting.
She didn’t seem to mind him talking to me at the bar…but SINGING Unforgettable with him? HA! She wanted me…dead I think.
I was thinking “Gimme three steps, Gimme three steps missy, Gimme three steps towards the door.”
Yep. I left. Went back up to my room. She was a big woman. And had three very big girl friends.
And so now, whenever I hear that song….I always have to laugh.
The last time I sang Unforgettable, was really…., unforgettable.
What? Did you think this was going to be about sex? (Ha)