Showing posts with label Musical Monday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Musical Monday. Show all posts

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Musical Monday: Kevin Skinner

(Yes, I know it's not Monday, but I have this ready now and want to send it on it's way! After all, it's only two days away, so that mean's I'm two days ahead of myself!)

Anyone who watched America's Got Talent will know what I'm talking about when I say...Kevin Skinner? Huh? Seriously? What the ...? A million dollars and a show in Las Vegas? The critics will eat him alive, chew him up and spit him out. No way can this unemployed chicken catcher handle or carry a Vegas show! He was sometimes off key, his voice was weak and wobbly, he wasn't that great a guitar player, he was unpolished, he was shy and socially ackward ...

...and apparently that's exactly why he was voted most talented. A diamond in the rough. A rags to riches story (who wouldn't want to see an unemployed chicken catcher hit paydirt?). A hometown boy makes good.

And you know what? America may have been right in their vote (oh yes, Christina, I actually said that!). I went to YouTube and listened to him again because I was so puzzled. First off, I was shocked that there were so many videos of him! I found these two that made me re-think my original assessment of him, one a hometown interview, and the other a song he wrote after his grandmother died. Give a listen, it won't take long.

Interview: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vreGYTG2iKA

Performance: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w6lDj2PiaKQ

I haven't really changed my original opinion of the 'quality' of his talent (and I still think there were far better talents all across the board), but I have changed my opinion of his potential. He definitely has the heart and the hunger for this path, and with training and practice he might just become someone we see around for a little while, if not as a singer than maybe as a songwriter.
(And I also see a country star of the calibre of Garth Brooks, Kenny Chesney, Willie Nelson, Reba, taking him under their wing and giving him some guidance.)

There is a lot of hidden talent in this world, the Susan Boyles and Kevin Skinners. Most are like you and I (though I have no talents), ordinary people who have a talent - and, perhaps most importantly, a passion to go with that talent - that makes them dream of making it big ... if only given half a chance, such as a spot on something like America's Got Talent or So You Think You Can Dance.

Most, whether singers, dancers, magicians, drummers, football/baseball/basketball players, writers or whatever, won't. They'll work their butts off to get where they think they want to go, but most will be known on a smaller scale, karaoke, community talent shows, church, entertaining family and friends, maybe even having an act in a small venue or become part of a dance troupe or chorus, or being on a highschool/college sports team, or getting something in a magazine as opposed to having a Pulitzer Prize winning book. But making it big will always be just beyond their reach.

For the Kevin Skinners of this world: Don't give up on your dream, just know that the path toward it can itself be the reward. (I don't know this first hand, mind you. But in theory that sounds like something profound to say.)

Monday, August 24, 2009

Musical Monday: 'Don't Laugh At Me'

Here it is already, back to Musical Monday. Where does the time go? I'm not feeling real inspired this morning to find a song and do a personal journey with it, but as I looked at my Playlist I saw a song that I had put on for the grandsons. I think it's appropriate right now as so many kids are going back to school this month, so I've added 'Don't Laugh At Me' by Peter, Paul and Mary to my Jukebox. Give it a listen if you can while reading this post - actually, before or after would be better!

As I listened to the song, it didn't take much to go back to my own childhood and remember how hurtful it was to be laughed at and ostracized because my adoptive mother was a drunk. I've never forgotten, even these decades later, how the kids laughed when she drove the car thru the garage turned into my bedroom (yes, they all came by to have a look), or when she stumbled into the school with a totally inappropiate sun dress falling off her shoulders and wobbling on high heels, bleached blonde hair with three inches of black roots, and clownish makeup. I guess it would be funny to an outsider, especially to a kid, and yes I know now that they were laughing at her and not at me, but I've never forgotten the sting of that laughter directed at my life.

And then there was the laughter at me for being so pidgeon toed that I couldn't walk a straight line, so they probably thought I was drunk, too! And being picked last for - well, for anything - in gym because I was so uncoordinated. And having terrible acne.

Also, as I listened to the song, I heard a stanza I'd never noticed before. The song starts out singing about don't laugh at me for something that makes them a little different (glasses, braces, fat, handicap), and then all of a sudden it throws in a stanza about not laughing at a beggar on the corner. I thought at first that it ruined a perfectly nice children's song, but as I thought about it I realized that it was totally appropriate for today's circumstances, what with regular people like you and me losing their homes and resorting to all kinds of means to put food on the table, and we don't know the backstory of this person.

The other thing about this song that I probably shouldn't mention, for fear of offending some of you, is that the hyperbole of all of us having 'perfect wings in the end' just drives me nuts. That's all I'm gonna say about that, though I guess the image does make the song softer.

Did you have something that kids openly made fun of when you were younger, or do you have a kid that has something that he gets kidded about? I think everyone worries about it, but sometimes it's all in our head, because if it bothers us we're sure that everyone else notices. But truth be told, kids can be so cruel to each other, in small and large ways, can't they? Those of you who are teachers must see it more than most - have you seen anything that you thought was particularly cruel?

As a side note, I'd like to say, if I haven't mentioned it before, that my daughter was one of those kids in school who seemed to gravitate toward those kids who were made fun of (probably because she thought she was one of those being made fun of because of her acne and her glasses). So in her year book they would write things like "you're so nice", and she hated it! She wanted them to say "you are so cool" or "I wish I could be as popular as you!" (though I'm actually only imagining what she would want it to say). I always told her that that was a good thing, to be nice! I told her that someday she would probably end up in a career that would involve her helping people in some way. And sure enough, she went on to become an elementary school counselor!

Well, I guess I was able to go on a personal journey, wasn't I. And I hope you'll join me by sharing your own personal journey of ridicule and cruelty ... (that doesn't sound right, does it.)

Monday, August 17, 2009

Musical Monday-Ten Years After

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LFpfureaCVs

I haven't done a Musical Monday for a while, because - well, because I don't think most readers really listen to it. Which is fine! But in honor of the 40th anniversary of Woodstock, I'm adding Alvin Lee and Ten Years After to my jukebox. And, as an afterthought, I'm also putting on the youtube video.

With all the hoopla of the 40th anniversary, I've been thinking back to that period in my life, 1969. I was 21 years old and in the first year of my first marriage. I had just started smoking pot recreationally at this point, but we were most definitely not hippies! Not even hippy wannabes! He was in college and then the army, and I was an office worker. We were listening to the Beatles, Bob Dylan, and ... hmmm. I really don't remember right off the top of my head. He was mostly into the Rolling Stones, and I was probably listening to John Denver type music.

I didn't go to Woodstock, and it wasn't really on my radar until I watched the 1970 documentary so many times that one could have had false memories of having been there. Actually, I don't think I even watched it until early into my second marriage in 1973. (I sometimes get things mixed up with the two husbands in that time period.)

Back in the day, when we were young and stupid, we did the occasional dabbling in drugs, mostly pot and very rarely acid or mushrooms. (I know, I know, I shouldn't really admit that, but it was what it was. And yes, I know that's probably why I get my husbands mixed up in that time period.) So most times when we watched the movie or listened to the album, we were high on something. The music and the viewing of the performances themselves was just riveting and exciting, and opened up a whole new musical world for me. (Remember, this was pre-MTV!)

Everyone has their Woodstock favorites, and mine (at the time) were Joe Cocker, Janis Joplin, Richie Havens, Country Joe and The Fish, and Santana (with that drummer, hair flying and drumsticks moving so fast you couldn't keep track of them!).

If you've seen the movie (and I'm sure there are some, especially if you're younger, who haven't), you may remember that the Ten Years After's song, 'I'm Going Home', went on forever (9min25sec). Alvin Lee was hypnotic, and the beat ... the beat itself, high or not, if you close your eyes you will instantly be inside the beat, you'll be the beat. I have a particular memory of sitting in a room of one of my houses and being high, and all of a sudden I saw a ball of fire jumping from speaker to speaker to the beat. Seriously, people, it was the most awesome musical thing that I've ever experienced!

What's so funny about this story is that if you met me today, you'd see that I'm a white bread person. I'm a soft rock/country/oldies person. I don't do things out of the box, I don't do things to rock the boat, I don't do things illegal or things to damage my reputation, integrity, or health. But at that period of my life, like most that age, I was still looking for who I was, was experimenting with music/looks/ideas. And I was trying to 'fit in' and 'be cool'.

And to this day, 40 years later, we still talk about Woodstock and our own experiences surrounding it, even if it was only owning the movie and sound track album! We're still talking about how it was a defining period in our individual and collective lives. Even my second husband and I (David, the 35 years and counting husband) still talk about it as if we we're in our middle twenties and listening to it for the first time (well, actually, he still is listening to it in one form or another!). The only one I truly followed after the initial Woodstock period was Joe Cocker, and the father/daughter dance at Melody's wedding was his 'You Are So Beautiful to Me'.

Anyway, in a few weeks the remembrances of Woodstock will have died down, and we'll be back to the age of the aging baby boomers, the generation that brought about possibly the biggest change in musical history ever, reliving their youth every 20/30/40/50 years thru the resurrection of a movie and a time that won't fade until the last of us is gone.
If you're of the age that you remember Woodstock, did it influence you in any way, or was it just a blip on the news to you? Who or what was your favorite artist or music?

Monday, June 1, 2009

"Whatcha Think About That"

Today's musical selection is "Whatcha Think About That" by the Pussycat Dolls. It's up there with Gnarls Barkley's "Crazy" on my get movin' list. I have to get up and move when it's playing. I have no other choice - it's out of my control. Even if I'm just sitting here at the computer and put it on, my shoulders will start swaying with the beat, then my body starts that bobbing thing and my arms start swaying over my head, then I'm on my feet and doing my best Pussycat Doll moves.

I'm not a very good dancer, though I get an A for effort. And yes, I'm still doing some moves from the 60s. But in my mind I'm a sight to be behold as I strut my stuff around my office, and toward the end of the song I've really found my groove, and I'm sure I'd be a finalist on So You Think You Can Dance.

Try it, you'll like it! (Does anyone actually listen to my music besides me?)

Monday, May 4, 2009

"Angel": Look Out for the Animals (very long, but important)


Today's choice for Musical Monday selection for the juke box is "Angel" by Sarah McLachlan. Most everybody knows that it's the theme song for the ASPCA, and that it rips your heart out when it's showcasing animal neglect.


Several months back, I was visiting a relative and telling them about some of my neighborhood dogs who are severely neglected by their owners, how it drives me insane, and how I have a tendency to step in and try to fix the situation before resorting to animal control (or because animal control won't do anything, which is a story I'll cover another time)(and I'll talk about my issue with what I call benign neglect another time also). She, in turn, told me a story about some dogs in her neighborhood that made me say "I'll never again apologize for interfering in the lives of my neighbors and their pets when I feel that there is neglect going on."


I may have some of the details of the story wrong, but I think the basics are true. Coming into her neighborhood and turning the corner onto her street is a house that had two dogs. Almost the entire neighborhood passed this house every day, sometimes several times a day. It was summer. It was hard keeping track of what everyone was doing, who was working, who was on vacation, etc. One day they received a call from someone down the street. Next door to the house on the corner. Could Mark come down and help. The people in the house on the corner had abandoned the two dogs in the back yard, and the dogs were dead. It was summer. Temps were probably in the 90s. They had no water. For days. And no food. For days. By the time anyone noticed, even the next door neighbors, it was too late.


I was so upset by this story. Could not get it out of my head. Especially when trying to go to sleep. Imagining how they had suffered and how they waited and waited, in vain, for their "family" to return. But it made me see how responsible (not nosey) I have been in watching my neighbors and their pets, validated my concerns over a water bucket consistently turned over or no bedding on a 20degree day or night. I vowed to remain vigilant and never again apologize for it (even though I'm probably referred to as busybody.)


Recently I was looking thru the Humane Society website, and read a story about a dog named Sunbear, who had been abandoned in a townhouse for SIX WEEKS ... and nobody noticed. When he was finally found, he was locked in a laundry room with a bag of dog food on the outside of the door. He died a few days later. A lady who heard of this story was so upset that she decided to do something about it ... she initiated a site called the Sunbear Squad. Well, let me share a section of website with you.


© The Sunbear SquadNirva created the Sunbear Squad, a website with advice, inspiration and materials to set up neighborhood pet watch groups. The idea is to walk, bike, or slowly drive through your neighborhood on a regular schedule, learning to recognize all of the pets who live there and noticing when people move in and out.When people move out, she says, pay special attention to make sure pets are not left behind.“Be a Good Samaritan,” Nirva advises. “Go stand near the home and call out repeatedly for the pet; he or she may bark or meow or come to the window. Listen closely in case the pet is trapped in a closet and look in windows for signs of life.“Do this several days in a row because some traumatized pets may be frightened, too frightened to respond at first. You may save a life!”


Foreclosures and an unstable economy have caused an increase in the abandonment of pets, and it can't be ignored even on a small scale, such as in your own neighborhood. Don't assume that a realtor will be by in a few days - it's often a month or more before that happens. Please, be aware of your surroundings! And check out this wonderful website to see how you can help.


Since I've got your attention, let me also say this - you'd have to be living under a rock to not know that the shelters and rescue groups are suffering. They are full to the brim. They are overflowing with cats and dogs. Foster homes are in short supply. Resources are low.


There's no shortage of sympathy for them, or for the animals. But sympathy doesn't pay the bills. Our inner voice says we should do something, but by the next morning we've forgotten. I've been guilty of this myself.


Please, if you are able, DONATE YOUR TIME, MONEY, OR SUPPLIES. It doesn't have to be hard or a hardship for you: (1) Write out a check for $10, look up the address of your local shelter, put on a stamp, and drop it in the mail. (2) If you have an hour here and there that you could drop by to walk a dog or pet a cat at a shelter, that counts. (3) Donations of pet beds/blankets/shampoos that you no longer need or use could be donated. (4) If there's a coupon in the Sunday fliers for a bag of dog or cat food, you could purchase that and drop it off, or even donate the coupon!


Don't forget the rescue groups. Every breed has a group looking out for it, and even though they most often get funding and donations, they still have very high expenses. I recently asked Heartland Golden Retriever Rescue Group to take a senior girl who was being neglected by a neighbor of mine. They took her within a week, spent probably upwards of $800 on her as she was heartworm positive and had to be boarded while being treated, and found her a home in about three months. But some dogs are in rescue for a year or more for one reason or another, including behavior and health problems. The dog may go into foster care, but the rescue group still covers their medical expenses. They never kill them or give up on them. If you have a favorite breed, just look it up on the internet and get an address to send whatever donation you can, no matter how small. Another need of rescue groups ... transport of an animal, either from a shelter to a rescue group, or a rescue group to a new forever home. I do this quite often as I can no longer foster, and I love it.


The message is simple, even though the situation is not. Be a good samaritan. Keep your eyes open. Give whatever you can whenever you can to whomever you can. But give. Of your time, of your money, of your heart. Look out for the animals ... and their keepers.


Oh, the dog pictured above. My sweet Charity. A rescue that was supposed to be a foster seven years ago. I was sent to pick her up from a shelter three hours from my home, and got there 30 minutes before the shelter closed at noon that Saturday. She was to be euthenized a few hours later.

Sunday, April 26, 2009

Bluebirds 2 : It's an egg! "Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah"



Today's Musical Monday selection is Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah, in honor of our first bluebird egg! (You know, "Mr. Bluebird's on my shoulder..."). Mama has probably laid another egg or two by now, as I checked it early Sunday a.m., and she's looked busy since then. This egg is about the size of the end of my thumb, and oh so delicate.

I had worried as I hadn't seen either of them for a day or two, thinking perhaps that a fierce wind we had on Friday had swung the bird house so violently that it had sent them packing. So when she showed up late Saturday afternoon, I sighed deeply and ... well, don't laugh or roll your eyes, but I actually got a lump in my throat and tear in my eye and said "oh, thank you for coming back, Mrs. Bluebird!". (Ok, so I'm getting a little too emotionally involved with this bird thing.) Also saw Mr. Bluebird swoop from some vantage point above and dive bomb a dove that was feeding beneath the bird house. I'm so proud of them both for hanging in there!


I love that I sang this song to Melody when she was little, our "isn't this a beautiful day" song, and now I sing it to and with the grandsons.


Hope you have a zip-a-dee-do-dah day! (Am I the only one who thought it was "zippity doo dah"?)

Monday, April 20, 2009

"Venus" - First Feel

The summer of 1962, between eighth grade and ninth, my family was getting ready to move from Ft. Worth to Dallas. I was home alone during the day, and against all the rules I had a boy over. Stephen - red hair, freckles, and cute as the dickens. Back then we remained relatively innocent until a much later age than today's teens, so this was a very risky and scarey thing for me.

I don't remember a lot about that day or how long he was there, but I do remember one five minute period of time, as it is etched in my memory with a spotlight on it. We were in the living room, he was sitting in a chair, I was sitting crossways in his lap, we kissed ... and he gently and timidly touched the side of my breast. On the radio playing in the background was Frankie Avalon singing "Venus". And - how romantic is this - he said that I would always be his gift from Venus, and every time he heard this song in the future he would think of me.

Does it get any better than that for a young girl in the first flush of young womanhood? My first feel up, first base, and it went no further than that because we were both still innocent to the ways of sex. Back in the day, most girls waited until at least 10th grade to go all the way!

So, for today's Musical Monday, I have chosen the song that I ran across accidentally when searching other playlists... "Venus" by Frankie Avalon.

Do you remember the first ROMANTIC encounter that you had? And is there any particular song that takes you back to that moment or that time period?

Monday, April 13, 2009

"Crazy"

My choice of "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley for today's Musical Monday has no particular reason behind it . I just really like the beat of the song - it gets me tapping my toes even if I'm sitting here at the computer, and sometimes I even get up and shake my booty and it lifts my mood or energizes me.

Also, and maybe this is a subconsious reason why I chose this song, I'm feeling a little crazy today. The barometric pressure has been crazy, which makes my mood a little crazy and gives me a headache. I drank a whole 20 fl. oz. of classic coke and ate some Easter chocolate to fight the headache, and that has made me a little more crazy. And today is April 13, which means that Tax Day is two days away, and I haven't done my taxes yet! Crazy, huh?

(Are you seeing the theme, here?)

Monday, April 6, 2009

Over the Rainbow

My mind seems to be scattered into so many areas today that a theme for Musical Monday just didn't readily come to mind. But having read the news online this morning, and watching Good Morning America, I think my favorite version of Over the Rainbow/What a Wonderful World should fit the bill to erase all the depressing news from my mind, and hopefully yours!

Of course, no one can beat the original Judy Garland version of Somewhere Over the Rainbow, or Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World, but from the first time I heard Kamakawiwo's version I knew this would forever be my favorite. If you close your eyes and really listen to the words, you can almost transport yourself, at least for a moment, to that idealized world that these songs describe.

Do you have a favorite song for when the world news or things going on in your life seem to be getting you down?

Monday, March 23, 2009

Musical Monday-"Feeling Good"

(imagine, for no particular reason, that a bunny is hopping across the yard on springs, and the sound it makes is boing, boing, boing)

In honor of Spring (get it? spring ... boing boing? ok, so it's a very feeble attempt at humor), and because it's Musical Monday, I have chosen Michael Buble's "Feeling Good". It captures the mood of the day, and how could anyone not feel good on a day when the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the air is warm, and the tulips are blooming! Despite the fact that I can barely move because I spring cleaned Melody's house this weekend while they were out of town, plus shampooed her carpet and mine, I can still enjoy the day. Hope you are enjoying it as well!

I know it's always tempting to skip actually listening to a song on someone's post if you're in a hurry, but do yourself a favor and take a couple of minutes to listen to this great mood-lifting song. You may actually experience a little boost in your seratonin levels, or lower the cortisol levels, or whatever it is that happens when you feel good!

Sunday, March 8, 2009

To Dance With My Father Again

This is just a short, spur of the moment post, but I just want to say that I heard this song twice this week, for the first time in a long time, and both times I cried. Have you ever really listened to the words, and most especially to the emotion behind the lyrics? I did, and was so deeply touched. And that voice! Luther, your talent will be missed.