Category Archives: Music

No sleep but I feel fine

I awoke at 3:30ish. I got up for water thinking I’d fall right back to sleep. No dice. I lay there in bed until 6am when I decided I had had enough. Two and a half hours of staring at my overhead ceiling fan. I discovered that if I turned my head to the right, I heard the clicking the fan made as it spun BUT if I turned my head to the left, no clicking. I’m not sure why this happened. Could I be partially deaf in my right ear?

Looking out my window just now, I saw a woman walking her dog. The dog led her between my unit and my neighbor’s unit and the dog squatted and took a big dump. Isn’t that rather rude? What I mean is, make your dog go close to the sidewalk. Don’t let him lead you all the way to our door for his morning crap! Maybe I am just cranky from my night of sleepless, meandering thoughts.

Remember how I had an exterminator come and perform mass murder on my ant problem? The ants are staging a comeback!!! I have to call the exterminator again! AND my car’s engine light came back on…AGAIN! What’s going on here?

Rockin’ Ron Cade wrote on my Facebook wall this morning! Made my day! Rockin’ Ron’s show, Elvis and Friends is on WOGL every Sunday morning from 7 to 10. I rarely catch it anymore because I listen to Elvis Radio on SiriusXM pretty much exclusively. But it’s more than that– I can’t go back to listening to regular radio with it’s incessant commercials and stupid listener contests. I wish Elvis Radio would hire Rockin’ Ron and give him his own show. That would be so awesome. Of course I would want him to be on at a good time because I NEVER listen to Bruce Berenson’s Rockabilly Roadtrip anymore and I miss it so much but not enough to remember that it’s on Saturdays from 10-11pm.

Peter the Flashy Wolf

It’s true that I live my life filtering out large parts of pop culture… but my filter does let some stuff in. Such as the latest album by Peter Wolf, former front man of the J. Geils Band. I think it’s pretty awesome. Have you heard it?

Have a listen: Share Midnight Souvenirs by Peter Wolf

So what do you think? Do you like it too?

And here’s one of his old solo videos, just in case you need your memory jogged:

Trader Chuck

Yesterday I went to the Trader Joe’s in Princeton to find that they now carry Three Buck Chuck! This means I can stay in an intoxicated stupor more often since I don’t have to drive all the way to Westfield, NJ to get my fix of cheap vino.

The wind blew so hard yesterday that there were areas that lost electricity! Fortunately, the electricity in my home stayed on.

Did you watch last night’s Saturday Night Live with Betty White? What a hoot! I watched almost the entire show and that rarely happens! I even sat through the JZ performance. By the way, what in the world was that?!? Do people really find him entertaining? How in the world did he get his start? When he was a little boy did his parents encourage him to pace around ranting incoherently? What possessed him to think he had the talent to record albums? And even more so, who signed him? I really want to take these people by the hand and sit them in front of my record player and have them listen to some good music because clearly they have never been exposed to melody, harmony, rhythm, dynamics or any type of pleasant sound, if they think this JZ is compelling.

Speaking of music, Rhapsody split off from Real Networks which makes me very happy. I never liked Real Networks because back in the 90’s their RealPlayer annoyed the hell out of me. Not only did Rhapody split from Real Networks, they are now allowing their users to access their music database from our smart phones! This means I can queue up and listen to The Neanderthals, Los Straitjackets, Katie Melua, Serge Gainsbourg, etc.. on my HTC Hero’s tiny tinny speaker.

As you may know, for years I have been seeking an affordable way to stream music throughout my house. I was beginning to think my best bet was to have Internet radios set up in the different rooms. But now I am thinking I just need speakers and I can use my Hero as the Internet Radio. The problem that then presents itself is that the Hero’s battery is quickly exhausted and so I would need to purchase additional power cords or I would need to move the power cord with the Hero… it always get complicated.

You’re a Store Bought Woman

Sitting at a bar, enjoying a beer, a song played on the radio.

“Who sings this?” I asked.

The girl sitting a couple stools down from me sneers and says, “That’s BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN!!! DUH!”

I listen for a few more bars and say, “Yeah, he’s no Neil Diamond.”

Sorry Sorry

I was frustrated when I wrote that last entry.  Angry that I somehow keep forgetting I have a blog to maintain!  The thing is my life revolves around trying to make money that there’s really nothing to write about.  Or maybe there is and I am just not focused like I used to be.  Whatever.  Sorry for the outburst.

At any rate I need some help.  Is it just me or has all this SEO rendered search engines completely useless?  It’s like results are all skewed anymore.  Just now I remembered a really silly music video from a few years back.  It featured a Spanish singer and the music video was her dressed up like Wonder Woman and she was a stay at home wife for Superman.  She sang this really cute song as she vacuumed her house in a Wonder Woman costume.  I can’t remember the name of the singer or the song.  I must have just now performed a 100 different searches using Google and Bing and I can’t seem to find even the slightest evidence that this music video ever existed. Spanish Music Video Wonder Woman brings up nothing close.  Nor does Spanish Singer Wonder Woman Costume.  Does anyone have any recollection of this music video?  Or can you figure out the search terms to find it?

Brigantine

Walking along the shore on Saturday, I found myself singing this song:

Or maybe it was this version:

Woke up at 6am

Awoke at 6am. And before I knew who I was and why I was waking up, I had the lyrics of this song running through my head:

It’s knowing that your door is always open
And your path is free to walk
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch

I don’t know why.