Month: January 2015

Salubrious Saturday: “There Will Come A Time,” Noah and the Whale

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One day things will turn out as planned
You’ll have her in the palm of your hand
But it’s not tonight, no not tonight

One day she’ll look at you and say
I never thought I could feel this way
But it’s not tonight, no not tonight

There will come a time
Where you will need your friends tonight
There will come a time
Where you will need someone tonight

One day she’ll hang on to your arm
Chasing the night all the way ’til the dawn
But it’s not tonight, no not tonight

One day soon you’ll find a way
To learn to lie and what you’re thinking you say
But it’s not tonight, no not tonight

There will come a time
Where you will need your friends tonight
And there will come a time
Where you will need someone tonight

And when it feels like everyone’s turning their backs on you
And when it feels like everyone’s turning their backs on you
Oh well the sun’s not out but you know you got to see it through
Oh well the sun’s not out but you know you got to see it through

There will come a time
Where you will need your friends tonight
There will come a time
Where you will need someone tonight

There will come a time
Where you will need your friends tonight
There will come a time
Where you will need someone tonight

There will come a time
Where you will need your friends tonight
There will come a time
Where you will need someone tonight

 

Funk Friday: “Sam Huff’s Flying Raging Machine,” Lettuce

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Curried tuna salad sandwich with avocado

• 4 oz. can of tuna
• ½ carrot, diced
• ½ celery stalk, diced
• 2 tbs. red onion, diced
• 1 tsp. curry powder
• Salt and pepper, to taste
• 2 slices bread
• ½ avocado

Place bread in toaster.
Toss tuna with curry power, carrot, celery, salt, and pepper in a bowl.
Scoop avocado out of its skin, and spread on toast, using a fork to mash into the bread.
Place tuna (or egg) mixture on the avocado toast bread.
Delicately season with salt and pepper again, to taste.
Serve open face.

…What? So what this isn’t about the music, or a funny story, or whatever? I just gave you the recipe for a delicious sandwich. Get your own blog.

Throwback Thursday: “Piano Concerto No 22 in E-flat major, K 482, 3rd mvmt” W.A. Mozart

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I’ve been getting a lot of whining from certain people about how my musical tastes aren’t “melodic,” how I”m “obsessed” with “rhythm,” how “I” should “get out” more.  I don’t appreciate your tone, and I find your statements outlandish, calumnious, and ill-informed.  To prove it, I give you this Mozart thing.  Here, you unwashed rabble.  Have some damn melody (which, by the way, is supposed to start at 22:36, in case the YouTube video fails).  But before you go, I will subject you to my favorite knock-knock joke.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Knock-knock.

Who’s there.

Philip Glass.

Worldly Wednesday: “The Bust-Out Brigade,” The Go! Team

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Have you ever had any of the following thoughts?
* Get me out of here.
* Nope nope nope nope nope nnnnnope.
* Oh please, sweet mercy, shut up.
* Is death imminent, and if not, how soon can it get here?
* Perhaps I should practice my breathing techni–oh f%&* my breathing technique.
* I wonder whether the Department of Transportation is hiring. I like being outdoors and standing around with shovels. Why didn’t I ever pursue my dream of being on a road crew?
* What objects currently within reach could I use to break the window and shimmy down the side of this building to freedom?
* If I sold all of my possessions and liquidated my assets, I could buy a shiny Airstream Trailer and drive around the country. Maybe I’d make puppets. I like puppets. Why didn’t I ever pursue my dream of being a nomadic puppeter…puppetist…puppet-mast–no that’s the horror movie…puppeteer?
* How many holidays do I have to spend with her family before I convince her I like them fine and I never have to see them again?
* Her brother, though. Jesus.
* I wonder if I can out-swim a shark.

None?

Oh okay. Well you can wait until Thursday. Peace out.

Termagant Tuesday: Wynton Marsalis, “Sidewalk Blues

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It snowed a bit where we are.  And I’m not being sardonic – it really only snowed a bit.  Like, an inch and a half.  It wasn’t even that heavy.  And yet, every sidewalk from my apartment to the metro was 100% pure, un-messed-about-with snow.  No shovel had disturbed its delightful whiteness.  Hundreds of feet, however, had ground the snow into a luge, so I, being aggressively averse to falling down, walked in the street.  I missed my sidewalks.  What a terrible morning.

Modernism Monday: “Listen to the Man,” George Ezra

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Hi there, Yankette Nation! I’m back! I’m sorry I’ve been away for so long. Life, you know. But so many of you lovely people wrote and asked “WTF – where did you go?” that I pushed life aside to write you all small, vaguely inane blog posts about small, vaguely inane songs.

This song is small but not inane. George Ezra is a new up-and-coming singer-songwriter from Britain who has been making quite a huge splash. I can’t decide what I like better: the song, or the video. You decide.