Tawdry quirk curators
// May 15th, 2012 // No Comments » // marriage, music
She: “How did you get so many wonderfully curated Pandora stations? I wasted an entire day pushing songs up and down and I still can’t get an hour of good music.”
He: “Only a day?”
// June 2nd, 2011 // No Comments » // kid quotes, music, teenagers
He: “Did you hear there’s only one Beatle left?”
Me: “There are two Beatles alive.”
He: “Nuh-uh. George Harrison died.”
Me: “Yes he did, but there are still two Beatles alive.”
He: “Wow. They must be really old.”
// December 24th, 2009 // No Comments » // holidays, kid quotes, music
On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “a sister who loves me.”
On the second day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “two Germend Sheperds.”
On the third day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “three loving brothers.”
On the fourth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “Evan who is 4.”
On the fifth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “five pets to feed.”
On the sixth day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “six teddy bears.”
On the seventh day of Christmas, my true love gave to me, “me who is 7 years old.”
“I only did seven ’cause I’m just seven.”
// June 14th, 2009 // No Comments » // movies, music
Doug: “What are you watching?”
Me: “Fame.”
Doug: “I guess this was our generation’s High School Musical.”
Me: “Are you seriously comparing Sir Alan Parker‘s work to a sugar cube dipped in fake chocolate?”
Let’s compare. Is this the same style, maturity or quality as this?
// June 12th, 2009 // 5 Comments » // music
Several years ago, I posted a list of some of the concerts in my past just so that people could call me old. All the Bonnaroo chatter makes me think about the concerts that I wish I could have attended. So, alphabetically, I wish I could have been in the audience for:
Aerosmith
Beatles
David Byrne
Eric Clapton (with any of his many bands)
Leonard Cohen
Meatloaf
Willie Nelson
NIN
Peter Gabriel
Queen
Rolling Stones
Todd Rundgren
Sly & The Family Stone
Tears for Fears
U2
Neil Young
// April 30th, 2009 // No Comments » // blogging, media, music, newspapers, video
I read you in the bed on Sunday afternoons
Lying awake reading the day before’s news.
I should have known the stories had all changed by then.
Oh-a oh
They took the credit for your second symphony.
Rewritten by machine and new technology,
And now I understand the problems you can see.
Oh-a oh
I met your readers
Oh-a oh
What did you sell them?
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Bloggers came and broke your heart.
Oh-a-a-a oh
And now we read on our laptops and our cell phones.
We think of newsprint and it seems so long ago.
And you remember the ink smudged fingers, oh.
Oh-a oh
You were the first one.
Oh-a oh
You were the last one.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
In my home and in my car,
We can’t unplug we’ve gone to far
Oh-a-aho oh,
Oh-a-aho oh
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
In my home and in my car,
We can’t unplug we’ve gone to far.
Bloggers came and broke your heart,
Look I’ll read my Twitter feed.
You are a newspaper star.
You are a newspaper star.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
Internet killed the newspaper.
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