Singing Crabs, Kung Fu, and a Little Bit of Faith #AtoZchallenge

k.sebastian jaw dropFrom kissing to other amorous things to kung fu to growing up and keeping the faith, a quartet of songs I love.

And this image of Sebastian’s look of utter disbelief is – quite possibly – my favorite Disney movie clip ever. Me and Kirk rented the tape any number of times. Most times, we’d spend a few minutes laughing our asses off. Actually, literally rolling on the floor laughing our asses off (pre-acronym days) because the couch was too far back and the preferred TV-watching spot was propped up on pillows in front of the TV in the middle of the floor. Damn, and that shitty TV was AWESOME back then. You couldn’t give one of those away today with it’s 20 inch or so screen.

Whatever. Time for kisses. Continue reading Singing Crabs, Kung Fu, and a Little Bit of Faith #AtoZchallenge

Jackson Boogie

#AtoZchallenge 2017 Jungle Boogie and Jackson
Not the Jackson in the song. He is slightly cross-eyed. He does — now and then — miss a leap. He’s the straightest shooting kitty in the west. He’s also a lovely, gentle cat; except sometimes when playing with Knox or MacLeod.

Holy shit! Only two songs today!

Jungle Boogie

Thank you Quentin Tarantino for putting together a kick ass soundtrack for Pulp Fiction (one of my favorite movies of all time).

I’d never heard Jungle Boogie before seeing it in Pulp Fiction – which I saw for the first time at the now-closed theatre in Bethesda where you could order food and drink beers.

This is a great song to sing in the car. In the living room. Anywhere, really. And while I don’t boogie too good, I’ve been known to get up on one toe to the Pulp Fiction soundtrack – particularly Misirlou.

Hollywood Swinging https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YK-cvcw3ngM popped up next, which always makes me think of Grand Theft Auto 3, which was like playing in Scarface’s Miami. There was a mini game where you could dance to Hollywood Swinging. Also great soundtracks – GTA games. In the past, I sometimes would turn the game on, hijack a car, and then turn on the radio and work (the work part happening in real life).

Jackson

I know, shocking, another Johnny Cash song.

We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout.

Johnny and June are great in this. I think my favorite version is the Live From San Quentin concert album. But any version will do. The video below is from the Ralph Emery show, which until 5 minutes ago I had no idea had ever existed.

One, TV has come a LOOOOONNNGGGG way. Two, look at those skinny ankle pants and heels Cash is sporting. Three, and the reason I like this so much, I love how he drifts off and gives her the spotlight for her time on the Mic. When they met, she was the bigger star with her sisters and I just love how he gave his wife space to shine on her own. And she was a damn fine singer in her own right.

What a great, messy love story those two had together.

Jackson, in addition to being one of my cats, is also one of the turning points in my life. I stayed at Aunt Lila’s one evening in the fall of senior year for a college interview – can’t remember if that was at Millsaps or if we drove on to somewhere else. Obviously wasn’t that impressed or didn’t get in if I can’t remember now! Anyway, a path not taken.

I do know that if the auto dealership two years later in Hattiesburg, MS (where I went to University of Southern Miss) had had the part to fix my Chevy Spectrum around about September 1990, I would’ve been in Jackson visiting a girl I had a huge crush on (and I’m pretty sure the feeling was swinging around to mutual – and she was getting over the idea that she was a few years older) instead of at a room party in my friend Jason’s suite where I met my future ex-wife.

Due to a delayed auto part, which I think was accidentally mailed to a different garage, course of my life – irrevocably altered. Casey and Lauren should both NEVER complain about slow mail delivery. Ever.

I don’t think Ms. Jackson and I would’ve gotten married in a fever, but who knows. One of those big “what if’s”.

Anyhoo, take it away Johnny and June.

Drinking Alone With Ponies #AtoZchallenge

Pony
I think Pepper was a little bit taller.

Hard one today, I thought I’d go with just “If I Had a Pony” and stay somewhat short for a change, but I keep thinking of a few others to add. Got to the drinking songs and decided to end it there.

Feeling virtuous after a run yesterday and an hour in a Boot Camp workout today. Don’t need the temptation to rummage around for Old Granddad or go hunting for Turkey.

We start with the funny-looking fella (not the one from Fargo). Continue reading Drinking Alone With Ponies #AtoZchallenge

If Don’t Hold On to Your Hundred Dollar Bill, You Can Get a Room at the Hotel California #AtoZchallenge

Alabama Shakes
Alabama Shakes, one of my favorite bands. Photo from http://www.alabamashakes.com.

Friday Night (Hundred Dollar Bill)

Officially, this is an F song. I always call it Hundred Dollar Bill and got the order flipped. Whatever. My blog, my rules.

I. Love. This. Song.

When the girls were younger, they’d both go to Louisiana for weeks during the summer. Candice and I would each get in a visit with our respective parents on either end of the trip. They’d also spend time there just with the grandparents. It was a win/win/win situation all around.

On one of these trips, I flew into Houston on a later flight (probably because it was the cheapest) and so Kirk picked me up. Continue reading If Don’t Hold On to Your Hundred Dollar Bill, You Can Get a Room at the Hotel California #AtoZchallenge

Gambling, Galveston, and Saying Goodnight to the Moon #AtoZchallenge

G.The_Gambler_-_Kenny_RogersOnce again, I thought I’d have two songs, because, “G? Nothing starts with G.” And, I left off Daft Punk’s Get Lucky, Get Back by the Beatles, Georgia on My Mind by Ray Charles, and Get Up by the Godfather of Soul, The Hardest Working Man in Showbusiness, James Brown.

As I started writing, The Gambler popped into my head and I was like, duh, gotta have that one. Then Gimme Some Lovin’ jumped to the fore, followed quickly by Get Up, Stand Up as I was about to wrap this bad boy up.

Also, how epic is Kenny Roger’s hair/beard in the 1970s? It’s like a never-ending circle of epic manliness. I can only dream of growing a beard so luxurious.  Continue reading Gambling, Galveston, and Saying Goodnight to the Moon #AtoZchallenge

A Family Tradition of Perfect Fat-Bottomed Possums Fallin’ on Faith #AtoZchallenge

There are so many great songs. As soon as I think I might be done, I think of another. And I’m sure when I’m done with all of these, I’ll look back and think, “How could I not have thought of THAT.”

Actually, I did that earlier today thinking about B. How the hell did I miss Brandy!? That’s my all time favorite horrible song. That song is bad. I mean, awful. But, God help me, I love it so. Yet, totally missed it. So, dammit, here it is, because, Brandy, you’re a fine girl. Brandy not your taste? Scroll down to the Fs.

Also, fuck you (I say in a friendly way), Brandy is a fine girl! Continue reading A Family Tradition of Perfect Fat-Bottomed Possums Fallin’ on Faith #AtoZchallenge

Ellie and Evelyn Go to El Paso, Twice #AtoZchallenge

e.ellie the elegant elephant
Wish I could find the lyrics online.

Diving straight in today.

Ellie the Elegant Elephant

Not the kids books and recordings. I couldn’t find an actual recording of this song by Two Ton Baker, though while I was looking I came across two songs from the 1940s that wouldn’t be made today:

  1. The Too Fat Polka – which includes the line “I don’t want her. You can have her. She’s too fat for me.”
  2. Slap ‘er Down, Agin, Paw – apparently in the 40s it was OK to have hit songs about beating your daughter. Apparently, even the priests got in on the act because you “don’t want the neighbors talking about her sin.” You know, because girls are slatterns leading men into hell. I’d love to think this troglodyte thinking is outdated, except, you know the VP won’t be alone with a woman not his wife. Jesus wept.

Continue reading Ellie and Evelyn Go to El Paso, Twice #AtoZchallenge