When I was a child, I wanted to learn how to play this song on the piano. Mostly because my father used to entertain at various restaurants like Shakee’s Pizza by playing on their piano. The song always made me think of him. I think I did pretty good! I haven’t played the piano in many years; I miss that! Unfortunately this house isn’t large enough for a piano. Oh well, this video brings back a few fond memories of my father teaching me how to tickle the old ivories, and of me going to watch him perform on stage back in the good ol’ days!
Can you imagine going to a mall, dealing with all the people and horrible customer service and then getting hungry, heading to the food court and grabbing a bite and all of a sudden a bunch of seemingly random people start singing and dancing? You got to love it! So funny – honestly if I could participate in an Improv Everywhere stunt I would be so tickled! I just missed one that if I had known about that I would have gladly traveled the hour drive to participate in last year. It was on the local news and then of course on Face Book and all over YouTube.
I found this on YouTube and it brought back the memory and made me laugh!
I love hearing songs on the radio that I haven’t heard for a long time and then going on to YouTube.com and finding the video to watch and listen to. My recent discovery is Sisco’s “Thong Song” oh how I loved that song when it came out almost a decade ago. It’s funky and easy to dance to, gotta love it!
I remember going to one of the many school functions that I try and attend to show support to my sister’s kids; they had the 7th grade girls dance to this song and I totally freaked. You gotta remember this was over ten years ago, it had just come out and I was finally realizing what the words were and what the whole song was about and then to see this young gymnastic team at a public school do a dance to such questionable music.
I didn’t say anything at the time, but after it was all over and on the way home the subject came up and we all expressed our feelings about the song and the dance. Man, didn’t I feel like such a “prude” and so “old fashioned” about my reaction to the whole ordeal and of course every time I hear this song I think of that day.
There is just something special about getting a hand written thank you card/note/letter in your mailbox that is guaranteed to make you smile and feel good. In these days you have to grab and hold on to those special moments for as long as you can! It is a rare occasion to get any type of “good” mail in the mailbox at the end of the driveway. It is usually filled with bills, junk mail and magazines that keep seeming to come to me each month even though I never ordered or requested any type of monthly publication in all my life!
So it was a nice way to come home. Stopping along the way at the mailbox to bring in the usual hum drum mail and finding a nice hand written thank you card from my niece for the monster beats silver studio headphones that I had given to her for her birthday/Christmas. Bless her heart she was born on Christmas Eve, so I always go the extra mile and get her something nice and that she really wants for the celebration of two very important birthdays. She is a good kid. They (my sister) home school her and have done a great job so far, but they have decided that when she hits high school they should get her into the high school in her designated area, which doesn’t have the best reputation. This will be an interesting and heart breaking adventure for everyone involved when the time comes. They still have a few more years to go and I’m sure that things will work out. Trying to think positive about the situation.
Back when I was in high school, my father’s band would occasionally come to our house in the middle of the week and they would set up their instruments downstairs in the family room and rehearse until the wee hours of the morning. I did not like that it was in the middle of the week – I had to get up early to go to school. It was impossible for me to go to sleep while they were rehearsing – the music was so loud that the neighbors would call the house and complain! When I would try to go downstairs and watch/listen to the music my parents would tell me that it was past my bed time and to go back to bed. When I told them that the music was so loud I couldn’t sleep they told me “too bad” and made me go back upstairs to my room. Now that I’m older I suspect that the reason they wouldn’t let me stay downstairs with them was because they were probably indulging in things that they did not want their daughter to see. I don’t know if that makes me feel any better, or angrier!
Carl was the lead singer and guitarist, and he was very good-looking. He was married to a very nice lady, and I tried hard to ignore both of them because I had a little bit of a secret crush on Carl. During the summer of 1971 Carl and his wife invited the whole band and their families out to their place for a pool party. They grilled steaks and showed off their new house that they had just bought and redecorated. His wife was so proud of the red velvet embossed wallpaper that they had in the stairway, and Carl beamed with pride when he was showing off his private den where he had a genuine robert johnson acoustic guitar on display in a corner of the room.