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All You Bloggers, Mushes and Children, Sing!

For ZRM and Jennifer, songs I discovered on an album I bought because of Can We Still Be Friends. I'd sit in front of my stereo with my headphones on turned all the way up, on the floor, holding the album in my hands, staring at and analyzing the artwork and the lyrics until my mom would make me turn it off and go downstairs to do something that was probably dumb and stupid that I didn't want to do!

The 14 year old blogger in me loved it cuz it was sorta lub, dub, lub, dub and sorta zoom, zip, hiccup, drip, ding, dong, crunch, crack, bark, meow, whinnie, quack.

And the 14 year old mush in me loved this one:

So, so sad. So *Sniffle* *Snort* *Squish* *Squeek* *Sniff*

The 14 year old singer and liberal in me loved, loved, loved, loved this one into infinity.

And the 47 year old singer and liberal still does. And you will, too, if you're still open to discovery. Put your headphones on and turn it all the way up, like I'm doing right now. Stare at the lyrics and analyze them for as long as you want. I'm a mom and I'm telling you it's not dumb and stupid at all... A bell in your head will ring!

See Ms. Malone, she lives alone
She spends another quiet evening alone
Sits in her study and stares at the phone
And a bell in her head will ring!

All the children sing
All the dancers start to sway in time
The orchestra begins to play
Somebody pours the wine
The sun and moon collide
Isn´t gravity a funny thing
The universe explodes apart
All the children sing!

Of Mr. Malloy
He´s always seen himself as one of the boys
He thinks that men are tough and women are toys
But a bell in his head will ring!

All the children sing!
All the birds are chirping harmony
The scent of love is in the air
Sunset on the sea
The Angel of the Lord
Just declared we aren´t worth a thing
The galaxy is null and void
All the children sing!

Crawled across a thousand miles of desert sand
Looking from an answer from a Holy Man
And this is what he told me with a wave of his hand
He said, "A bell in your head will ring!"

Here´s to the China man, wise and old
Here´s to the Eskimo, brave and cold
Here´s to the Jew in the holy land
Here´s to the Arab in his caravan
Here´s to the African, strong and proud
Here´s to the Redneck, good and loud
Here´s one to you and there´s one more thing
A bell in your head will ring!

All the children sing!
All the dancers start to sway in time
The orchestra begins to play
Somebody pours the wine
The sun and moon collide
Isn´t gravity a funny thing
The universe explodes apart
All the children sing!

Everybody sing!

Like a great pair of worn jeans: goes with everything

Headline and h/t Brando.

This One Goes Out to You and Yours, Worldwide

In my never ending quest to appreciate music written after 1978 -- to remain cutting edge -- I have just discovered a song that is now more than a year old, possibly even older than that. But, I just heard it for the first time driving home from the post office in the pouring rain. And it moved me. I mean really moved me. I couldn't stop moving. Hips going this way and that, shoulders shimmying, fingers clicking, I wanted to roll down the window and sing it to the heavens...

It seems like everywhere I go
The more I see
the less I know
But I know one thing
That I love you

Happy Friday, everyone!

I love you
I love you
I love you

Stuck in the Middle with You

This song always sounds good when it comes on the radio. Like it did about 20 minutes ago as I was flying down the highway. It's never lost whatever it's got.

Also, have you voted for your favorite Woodstock song yet? I vote for Canned Heat.

h/t Nancy Nall.

When the Whip Comes Down

Because I always have to have a soundtrack, this is the song that's been running through my head all day.

It's been a day.

Angel

My favorite. Well, one of them anyway.

Track a ghost through the fog, baby...

Oh, Yeah

Yay for B-sides.

Mystery Achievement

I always had the best bands.

Especially when those boys could keep a nice even, rockin' tempo. And not screw it up!

Def Leppard, I Salute You

The Skimmer and I were in the car last night, on the way to dinner. I was telling him about the Cheap Trick/Poison/Def Leppard concert.

"Those people really do that thing with their hands and their tongues."

Then I did the heavy metal...what would you call it? Salute?

"What surprised me even more about the crowd was there were people there of all ages. Lots of people older than me. You know that nice older lady who works down at Starbucks? There were hundreds of people there just like her, doin' the heavy metal salute! It was killin' me."

Then The Skimmer and I did the heavy metal salute at each other.

Then I continued, "Ok. I've got something to tell you."

"What?"

"Never mind! I'm not telling you."

"Tell me!"

"Ok. KJ never got the tickets."

"Figures."

"I met her and D at the box office and her first words were, 'Stupid drummer didn't get us the tickets!' You know, I shouldn't have been surprised. Totally KJ's MO. Free tickets! Backstage passes! So, I had to buy my ticket."

"How much?"

"I am never telling you in a million trillion years."

"How much?"

"Oh my God. Let's just say it was...too much."

"How much?!"

"I'm never telling you! More than I paid for Bruce Springsteen. Let's just say that. Let's just ponder, for one second, that I paid way more to see Cheap Trick, Poison and Def Leppard than I paid to see Bruce."

"How much did your Springsteen ticket cost?"

"I'm not telling you that! Then you'll be able to do the math."

"C'mon, tell me."

"Ok. I paid $80 to see Bruce Springsteen. $80.00! What a deal."

"How much for last night?"

"Ok. Ready?

"Yes."

"One hundred..."

Silence.

"...thirty..."

Silence.

"...nine dollars! Onehundredandthirtyninedollars!"

"OH MY GOD!!"

"OH MY GOD!! One hundred and thirty nine dollars to see Poison! I am still stunned. Stunned!"

"Oh man. That's crazy. Who can spend that kind of money now?"

"No one except the 15,000 to 20,000 people who were there doing the heavy metal salute all around me, I guess."

"Well, that's ok. I spend too much golfing."

"It's not ok. It's unbelievable. I used to be out at Blossom four times a week. I'd see the Doobie Brothers, Linda Rondstadt, Eric Clapton and I don't know, Southside Johnny all in the same week. Every ticket five bucks."

"I remember when they were $4.00."

"Bud Lights were $11.00 last night! T-shirts were $45! Oh my God. As soon as we got inside Blossom last night it started thundering and lightning. I told KJ and D, 'Great! No only are we at a Poison concert, we had to pay get get into a Poison concert and now we're gonna die at a Poison concert!' And then Cheap Trick couldn't land their plane at the airport because of the horrendous weather. So, I was like, and now we're not even going to see Cheap Trick! It kept getting better and better."

Which it did. I was with two great friends who I hadn't seen in years, and we laughed and joked around all night long. It stopped storming and the sun came out. Cheap Trick finally showed up and sounded great. Poison was not my cup of tea. But, Def Leppard was something. Their stage show was outrageous. I was like the Memorex guy.

Completely blown away. By the ticket prices, my lasting friendships and Def Leppard's solid wall of sound.

I'd Love You to Love Me