10 songs, 10 John Lennon References

Time for the list of the next ten songs I hear on iTunes.

Long Shadow – Joe Strummer & the Mescaleros: a nice little acoustic folk ditty by Joe et al.  Has kind of a Latin American rhythm to it.  I read some survey that said John Lennon had the best rock voice ever.  I’d put Joe Strummer right up there.  A fantastic voice.

Save the Last Dance For Me – Harry Nilsson:  This is an incredibly gentle demo version of that song we all know and assume we don’t like.  Just Harry and a heavily tremaloed keyboard.  Simply done and all the better for it.  To keep the John Lennon references going, Harry and John had a drunk weekend in LA that lasted a year or so.  If you can find this song, I’d recommend you get it.  If you don’t like it, I’ll pity you.

54-46 Was My Number – The Maytals: Oh yes, I like the ska.  I do.  60’s, 70’s, 80’s ska especially.  It’s a genre of music that dares you not to dig it.  This is a great song.  Not sure if Toots is involved in this or not.  He must be.  Wouldn’t that be like The Crickets without Buddy Holly?  Or The Beatles without, I don’t know… John Lennon (see the clever way I referenced him this time.)

To Sir With Love – Lulu: Oh Lulu, you troublesome high school student, you.  Tough molly, wa’n’t she, guv’nah?  Oh but this song tells us all how much Sidney Poitier means to White British Youth.  What a great song, says I.  Rumour has it that John Lennon and Lulu and Yoko Ono were going to produce some records, and they were going to call the record label Lulennono.  Not really.

Children Go Where I Send Thee – Ralph Stanley/Keith Whitley:  Even more than ska, I love me those high, tight bluegrass harmonies.  This song follows the acapella "O Death" from O Brother Where Art Thou style of bluegrass.  Seriously, does anyone sing as plaintively as Ralph Stanley.  Speaking of O Death, John Lennon is dead.

Omobolasire – Prozzak:  Yeah, that song that was on the radio there a few years ago.  I’m not a big Prozzak fan, but my wife likes ’em.  They’ll show up in the shuffle every once in a while and I’m no worse for wear for hearing them occasionally.  I bet John Lennon would think these guys are okay, but probably wouldn’t fancy the fake British accents.

California Dreamin’ – The Mamas & The Papas:  This is one of those songs that you have in your collection and you think "should I delete it?" because, you know, it speaks for the boomers, man, not to me.  But then you listen to the harmonies and you say "You’ll do pig.  You’ll do."  John Lennon and the Papas toked a lot together I’m pretty sure.

High Class Music – Roddy Frame:  I was an intermediately sized fan of Aztec Camera.  Mostly for the neat voice of the lead singer, Roddy Frame.  I came across an album of his last year and had to check it out.  There are some really nice songs on it.  This is one of them.  I’m afraid the John Lennon reference well dries up here, friends.  No wait.  Roddy Frame was born in Liverpool.  Yes he was.  Go and prove me wrong.  Provide me the link.  You can’t. No.  You can’t.

The Ballad of Hollis Brown – Bob Dylan:  Early Bob Dylan is the best for me.  I love ballads like this. Back when I was a teenager, my father and I bonded a bit because he appreciated these kind of Dylan songs.   Bob supposedly introduced the Beatles to dope.  I don’t believe that.  I can’t imagine the lads wouldn’t have experienced some of that in Germany.

Money’s Too Tight To Mention – The Valentine Brothers:  I’ve never heard this song.  I don’t know where it came from, but I assume I downloaded it from some music blog somewhere.  Sounds like a 70’s jazzy soul/funk type deal.  Farty disco bass and some tootin’ sax.  But I tell ya, when the Valentine Brothers start singin’ the woes of lovin’ on a tight budget, well, I can feel it, bro.  A quick trip to allmusic tells me the brothers Valentine had appearances in the touring company of The Wiz. And that was pretty much a highlight.  So.  There ya go.  Oh.  And John Lennon.

And.  There you go.  Another random mix of songs.  Not a bad apple in the bunch.

I Can’t Find My Singing Voice

Some might say I never could find my singing voice.
I have noticed, in the last five years or so in particular, that I am no longer able to sing as well as I used to.  My voice has grown a little deeper and my range is not near what it used to be.  Notes in songs that I used to be able to sing along to in a high tenor voice are now unreachable.  I have to actively find the notes in the limited range I now am forced to sing in.  This can lead to some fugly sounds as I fail to find a register that I’m comfortable in. 
It’s like my voice is between floors
Is this just a result of growing older?  I assume it’s common to lose range in your singing voice as you age.

PEI: 25% Wrong

from CBC News  Island MP’s 3-1 For Same-Sex Marriage

Cardigan MP Lawrence MacAulay is now the lone dissenter.  I’m confused.  Larry wants us to have Ferries, but he doesn’t want them to marry?

(see, what I did there, was I made a "play on words".  See, there is controversy here on PEI regarding cut-backs to funding for our Cardigan area car-ferry service, and there is also a national controversy regarding homosexual marriage.  Homosexuals are sometimes referred to as "faeries".)

Chicken Finger Update

Today:
a huge heaping helping of fries
and
6, yes, six, fingers.  Large fingers.
Server:  The Guy

Bit The Seabiscuit

You all had better sit down.

I just read a report in the "Movie News" section of my MyWay homepage: Horse That Played Seabiscuit in Film Dies

Now, I know this is a shock to you, but after reading the report, I can tell you that it’s not as doom and gloom as it seems.  See, the dead horse I Two Step Too, was merely one of ten horses to play the part of Seabiscuit.  So, we still have nine of the Seabiscuit actors left.  Still, though, a tough way to start our day, huh?
I did some research and came across a transcript of an upcoming segment of The Actor’s Studio.  The following are excerpts from that interview, the final interview that I Two Step Too gave.

James Lipton:  We now come to that career-defining moment in your life.  Seabiscuit.
(Audience applauds)
James:  Were you surprised to be one of ten actors chosen to play the title character?
I Two Step Too:  Neigh.

James:  I understand you are a big fan of that wonderful, gloriious TV series The Wonder Years.  Who was your favorite character?
I Two Step Too:  Winnie.

James: …my hero, Bernard Pivot…I Two Step Too, if Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say upon your arrival?
I Two Step Too:  (stomps front hoof four times)
James:  Well said.  I give you your students.

Goodbye, Seabiscuit horse number three.  May we someday meet up over a bottle of Elmers, as I build a popsicle stick dish.

What Are You?

I’m a monstrous fruitcake who likes to discover buffalo.

What are you?

An Axe, worthy To Grind

It seems every week, I’m reading or hearing or seeing something that makes me glad to live in Canada.

This week it’s this published letter to Condi Rice, from Lloyd Axworthy.

I liked this paragraph, particularly:

I invite you to expand the narrow perspective that seems to inform your opinions of Canada by ranging far wider in your reach of contacts and discussions. You would find that what is rising in Canada is not so much anti-Americanism, as claimed by your and our right-wing commentators, but fundamental disagreements with certain policies of your government. You would see that rather than just reacting to events by drawing on old conventional wisdoms, many Canadians are trying to think our way through to some ideas that can be helpful in building a more secure world.

Amen, brother.

Spree-ality TV

Too many reality shows to keep tabs on right now.  I may have to vote one of them off the island.
Here’s my oh-so-important opinion of the current slate that has me in rapt attention:
American Idol – I still don’t know why I watch this show.  It’s young quasi-talented egotists singing songs that I’d never put on my iPod.  Why watch?  It’s not so much for the "you were a bit pitchy but you were a’ight" Randy, dawg.  It’s not for the "your aura was im-magnificantacular, and I love your look, but you have to work on your look, and on how im-magnificantacular your aura is" Paula.  It’s for the "If I was being honest, I would give an opinion that so often is exactly what needs to be said, and that mirrors what Rob thinks" Simon.  I feel like a school girl typing this, but Simon is so right-on so often.  Plus, I watch for the pathetic "my world just ended" dramas that happen every "results show" Wednesday.
Amazing Race 7 – a scant 3 weeks after the end of AR6, it’s back.  Looks like a great bunch of competitors.  I’m surprised that I find myself cheering for Boston Rob and Amber.  I think it’s because so many of the other teams have marked them as the enemy.  They really are a pretty entertaining couple.  I hated to type that.  When did gay boyfriend couples become the joke?  I like them all, except the "Suck it up" guy.  Does anyone else think that the old guy, Meredith (get beat up as a kid much?), look like Larry David when he’s wearing his cap and sunglasses.  Spitting image, I say.  For that reason alone, I cheer him on.  Not so crazy about his wife, whom I’ll dub "Dagnabbit".  Anyone else interesting?  Probably, but not worth mentioning right now.
Survivor – I’m liking the gang they’ve coralled onto the island this time around.  A good bunch of people, all seemingly knowing how the game is played.  Except, you know, for the fact that they all still seem to get upset when they, you know, learn that the people they’ve begun to trust are, like, you know, actually trying to win.  I thought they were all everyone’s friends! 
The Apprentice – I so hate this show.  Arsehole business people doing whatever necessary to kiss the ass of the biggest arsehole around, Donald Trump.  Stupid arseholes who continually let picky picky picky stupid non-game stuff get in the way of their success on the show.  Stupid contests whose results are basically at the whim of the producers so, really, they can pick and choose who goes on and who gets fired.  Contests that are nothing more than advertisements for products.  I so hate this show.  I hate it.  Can’t wait til it’s on again Thursday.  Damn you, Trump.

Cluck Cluck Cluck Cluck…and Cluck

This week’s Chicken Finger Conspiracy Update:

Today, the guy served and he gave me 5 Huge chicken fingers.  Not so many fries, though.  Hmmm.

Added intrigue:  I didn’t have to place my order.  He just said "Chicken, right."  I nodded.  Later, he tried guessing my finger sauce: "Sweet and Sour sauce?" he asked.  "No", I said, "Honey" I added.  Whether he took the "honey" the way it was intended, I don’t know. But he did say "Right. Guess I should know that by now."  I replied, so coyly:  "Sometimes I like to mix it up."   I can’t wait til he tells the girl about that.  Surely that will fire up her jealousy and garner me five fingers from her next time she serves me.  (and it’s true, about the mixing it up.  The time before last time, I got Sweet’n’Sour sauce.  Last time I got No Sauce.  Today, honey.)

Dead Wrong

Well, now that the US Supreme Court has ruled that juvenile execution constitutes cruel and unusual punishment, I suppose we can expect some of those juveniles who’ve been executed to ask to have those sentences retroactively revoked.
Oh, wait.  Never mind.