It’s Boom Day Y’all

Sure, yes, right.

Today it’s all about Freedoms and Flags and forcing that tear out of the corner of your eye when you stand on a corner at a 4th of July parade and little girls dressed up like Betsy Ross ride by on a float waving little flags on sticks.

But the reality is, it’s Boom Day Y’all.

It’s all about things that go zip and pop and kaboom and barbequed burgers and side dishes drenched in mayonnaise and bottles of beer  chillng in a kiddie pool with a watermelon and shooting off the last of your fireworks at three in the morning.

As a side note, in the midst of your revelries try not blow off your fingers with your customized fireworks , or shoot a bottle rocket into your neighbor’s eye or hump your gun and up sending a bullet into your own house and leaving a hole in your tv.

Really though, have fun- why not? Just try not to maim anyone or set anything on fire. Boom Day falls on a Saturday so you can have loads of fun and not just a little if you play your cards right.

I’m going to end off here with some videos that I believe both express and add some much needed tone to the day, because for as silly as I think the 4th is, I do love to roast marshmallows with my feet up and sip on Sangria under the starlight.

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Going Skinless

Song Lyric Sunday: Measured with a Thermometer

“Dance Around In Your Bones” was one of those songs that I grew up singing- my grandparents probably taught it to me and it probably appealed to me because I was an imaginative little kid with a dark streak running through my imagination a mile wide.

All I can tell you about the history of the song is that the songwriters have an impressive body of work and you’ve probably heard more of their music then you realize.

So what is it about this song that caught my fancy over 50 years ago?

I would have to say that what appealed to me was the idea of dancing skeletons and ice cream cones and peeling of your skin to boot.

Still, I wondered then and I wonder now what exactly the writers were thinking when they created this little gem- but I don’t mind if I never find out.

Sometimes the fun is in the wondering, don’t you think?

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Words by Edgar Leslie

Music by Walter Donaldson

When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones


When it gets too hot for comfort
And you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘T ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones


Just like those bamboo babies
Down in the South Sea tropic zone
T’ ain’t no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

When you hear sweet syncopation, and the music softly moans
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones

When it gets too hot for comfort, and you can’t get an ice cream cone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones

Just like those bamboo babies, down in the South Sea tropic zone
‘t ain’t no sin to take off your skin, and dance around in your bones

Sunday With Ramona

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Boy likes girl

girl likes boy

what can go wrong?

From the feeling this song puts out- just about everything because it’s all about falling in love with someone that you know isn’t good for you.

That aside, a several of my friends named their daughters ” Ramona ” after this song which is interesting because my Mom said people in her day were naming their daughters after Debbie Reynolds and Elizabeth Taylor.

To me, that’s an odd choice because Ramona, Elizabeth and Debbie all had issues and personally I wouldn’t have named my daughter after any of them.

At any rate Johnny gets a shout out here in the lyrics and it’s in keeping with Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt where we were inspired to explore songs with the names ” John and Jack ” in the works.

I hope you like my choice.

Anita Marie

Hey Johnny, hey Dee Dee
Little Tom and Joey
You know we’re comin’ over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
You’re getting better and better
It’s getting easier than ever
Hey you kids in the crowd
You know you like it
When the music’s loud

Sweet sweet little Ramona
she always wants to come over
Sweet sweet little Ramona
I think I’ll try and phone her

I let her in if you’re wondering why
Cause she’s a spy for the BBI
I let her in and I started to cry
And then I knew I wanted to die
Oooh, little Ramona

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The Wolf

For Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie Music Challenge prompt, we were given the Bill Withers song, “Just the Two of Us.” and the suggestion to let this song and castles and rainbows and flowers be our inspiration.

It would be easy to find a love song about two people ‘chasing rainbows in the sky’ because I know them a bunch of them and I’m crazy about them.

But sometimes inspiration takes on a life of it’s own.

I was inspired to go waaaayyy outside the box and I chose ” Little Red Riding Hood ” and in particular a I chose Amanda Seyfried version because at the heart of it, this is a song about someone who is passionately in love with a person that they can never show their heart to and in this version you can hear it clear as a dark path on a moonlit night.

Of course, as the Wolf and the object of the Wolf’s desire are strolling through the dark and dangerous woods they never actually touch but the intimacy, the passion, the longing is there in every single word.

I find that heartbreakingly romantic.

I also wanted to include the original version by Sam The Sham so you can hear the different spin on passion- in the original version you can hear this a tease, it’s flirting, it’s two people having a little fun out there in the woods.

It isn’t any less passionate though.

So I hope you enjoy my post today and I hope you enjoy the song I’ve selected.

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Tiny Bubbles

Sometimes I struggle just a little bit with Jim Adam’s Song Lyric Sunday prompt.

Not because I can’t come up with a favorite song, but that I have so many to chose from!

The prompts this Sunday are Big, Large, Little, Small, Tall and Tiny and this time I got it in one:

I chose tiny- As in Tiny Bubbles by Don Ho.

When I was a little kid my family were bonkers for Don Ho and all of us kids loved to sing this song.

So please enjoy, this is a fun one.

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Tiny BubblesDon Hồ

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
In the wine (in the wine)
Make me happy (make me happy)
Make me feel fine (make me feel fine)

Tiny bubbles (tiny bubbles)
Make me warm all over
With a feeling that I’m gonna
Love you till the end of time

So here’s to the golden moon
And here’s to the silver sea
And mostly here’s a toast
To you and me

So here’s to the ginger lei
I give to you today
And here’s a kiss
That will not fade away

SLS- Not So Sweet

Spice it Up

Today I was inspired by Jim’s prompt ” Spice it up ” to choose a song that is a little more earthy, a little bit darker then songs about sweet, warm and inviting spices.

Hellhound by Robert Johnson is a song about a man who is being chased by demons- one way to ward them off ( for a little while ) was to sprinkle hot foot powder at his door.

Hot foot powder consisted of chili powder, pepper, salt and chili flakes and this mixture was suppose to keep evil from crossing into your home.

It certainly sounds like it could do the trick and you can actually buy hot foot powder on line.

But like most folklore, a lot of these stories, have roots in reality. Like this song, though not in the way you might assume.

Recently I saw a documentary about Robert Johnson on Netflix and one of the stories they told about this song was to keep this in mind: Robert Johnson’s stepfather was lynched and that this song, when looked at through that lens tells a truly hellacious tale.

This song is a song about the fear of being chase into an endless night by a lynch mob and bloodhounds.

One side note I heard in the documentary was that sometimes peppers and chili powder were used in the hope of throwing the bloodhounds off of your scent.

So I would recommend listening to this song and letting the references about Hellhounds and a tortured soul chasing each through a cemetery, maybe a forest play across your mind. It’s going to be very Halloween-ish and safe.

But if you dare, imagine for just a few minutes you are Robert Johnson recording this song in Texas in 1937- and what images he had in mind as he sang it.

[Verse 1]
I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Umm mmm mmm mmm
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail

[Verse 2]
If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve
And tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?
All I would need my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, huh huh, to pass the time away

[Verse 3]
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm mmm, around my door
All around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder all around your daddy’s door, hmm hmm hmm
It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider every old place I go
Every old place I go

[Verse 4]
I can tell the wind is risin’ the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Hmm hmm hmm mmm
All I need’s my little sweet woman and to keep my company, hey hey hey hey
My company

FURTHER READING:

They Lynching Blues: Robert Johnson’s Hellhound On My Trail As a Lynching Ballad

Friday Fun

Here’s a fun prompt from Sandmanjazz’s blog-

Answer each category with a song TITLE. No repeats and do not use the internet (it’s tempting but try not to). Go with the first song that comes to mind or fill in your favourites. Copy/paste then change the answers to your own and repost.

I changed this up a little and posted youtube clips to the songs instead of just listing the titles.

Something to Wear-

Something to Drink –

A Place –

A Food –

A Colour

A Girl’s Name –

A Boy’s Name –

A Profession –

Home –

Flowers –

Day of the Week –

Vehicle –

Pick A Number

Jim Adams hosts a  fun prompt called Song Lyric Sunday  and today’s song title must contain a number.

I chose Big Ten Inch by Aerosmith for a few reasons( get your mind out of the toilet if you don’t know this song- it’s about a record ( wink wink )

First of all, the first time I played it for my Grandma and the rest of my family they fell over laughing. They liked the play on words and they liked the boogie woogie vibe.

Plus we were a family who held Little Richard and Liberace in high  regard and collected their albums  and never missed them when they were on tv- so maybe they just figured I was a chip off the old block ( or taste bud ).

At any rate, this song brings back a great memory and when I went on to learn the guitar and played it, I learned something important:

No matter how jaded musicians think they are when you are a girl who can play the guitar and you tell them you want them to learn to play  Aerosmith’s ” Big Ten Inch ” they will always look at you like their cat just walked up to them and said, ” hey, can I have the password to your wi-fi?”

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Wriiten by: Fred Weismantel

Got me the strangest woman

Believe it, this chick’s no sinch

When I wanna get her goin’

Then I whip out my Big Ten Inch

Record of the band that plays the blues

Well the band that plays the blues

She just loved my Big Ten Inch

 

Record of her favorite blues

Last night I tried to tease her

I gave my love a little pinch

But she said now stop that jivin

now whip out your big ten-inch

 

Record of the band that plays the blues

Well the band that plays the blues

She just loved my Big Ten Inch

 

Record of her favorite blues

I’ll cover her with kisses

and when we’re in a lover’s clinch

she gets all excited

when she puts on my big ten-inch

 

Record of the band that plays the blues

Well the band that plays the blues

She just loved my Big Ten Inch

Record of her favorite blues

My gal don’t go smokin’

and liquor just makes her flinch

Seems she don’t go for nothin’

‘cept for my big ten-inch

 

Record of the band that plays the blues

Band that plays the blues

She just loved my Big Ten Inch

Record of her favorite blues

1952- BULL MOOSE JACKSON:

Feel The Noise?

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It is so quiet outside.

It’s not just that people aren’t going to work, or hanging out at whatever stores they can get into where like Walmart- where it will interest you to know the Coronavirus does not exists so there so you can meander and wander around all you want. I don’t know that for a fact. I hate Walmart and don’t shop there, but I know people who do.

No, it’s cemetery quiet outside in the real world.

That’s why I have chosen this song for Jim Adams Song Lyric Sunday where the theme is togetherness.

I decided upon Slade’s ” Cum on Feel The Noize ” because even my friends and family who are under Stay At Home Orders in a house full of people they still  feel separate from the world and each other.

So, if you gotta start feeling something together… feel the noise.  It’s fun. Remember fun?

I do.

 Slade

Baby baby baby!
Yow!

So you think I got an evil mind, well I’ll tell you honey
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
So you think my singing’s out of time, well it makes me money
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door

So you say I got a funny face, I ain’t got no worries
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Say I’m a scruff bag well it’s no disgrace, I ain’t in no hurry
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door
Yow!

So you think we have a lazy time, well you should know better
And I don’t know why
I just don’t know why
And you say I got a dirty mind, well I’m a mean go-getter
And I don’t know why
And I don’t know why
Anymore
Oh no

So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild
So come on, feel the noise
Girls, grab your boys
We get wild, wild, wild
At your door

So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (grab your boys)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (yeah)

So come on, feel the noise (feel it, feel it)
Girls, grab your boys (grab ’em, grab ’em)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (we get wild)

Come on, feel the noise (can you feel it, can you feel it?)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild (come on, get wild)
We get wild, wild, wild (get wild)

So come on, feel the noise (come on, come on, come on)
Girls, grab your boys (feel the noise)
We get wild, wild, wild
We get wild, wild, wild

Prompt: Song Lyric Sunday- Relationships

Lock- Down Godzilla!

History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man

Godzilla is a poignant song at the moment and underscoring that is how it’s being performed – which is via video chat with the band members and audience in seperate places:

History shows again and again how nature points out the folly of man…

Spot on.