Friday, March 09, 2007

Blogroll Addition (and a song thrown in)

Arrrr. Jist so's ye be aknowin' things. I been signed on ta be shippin' with Cap'n Dyke a lesbian pirate queen. Since me post requires the singin' o'th'chanties and occaisional ditties merely fer the helluvit. I offer up this, 'twas a favorite o'me dearly beloved whelps when they was tiny, we all of us loves it still.

Here's the tune

A Capital Ship

A capital ship for an ocean trip
Was the "Walloping Window Blind"
No wind that blew dismayed her crew
Or troubled the captain's mind
The man at the wheel was made to feel
Contempt for the wildest blow-ho-ho
Tho' it often appeared when the gale had cleared
That he'd been in his bunk below

So, blow ye winds, heigh-ho
A-roving I will go
I'll stay no more on England's shore
So let the music play-ay-ay
I'm off for the morning train
To cross the raging main
I'm off to my love with a boxing glove
10,000 miles away

The bos'un's mate was very sedate
Yet fond of amusement too
He played hop-scotch with the starboard watch
While the captain tickled the crew
The gunner we had was apparently mad
For he sat on the after ra-hey-ail
And he fired salutes with the captain's boots
In the teeth of a booming gale


The captain sat on the commodore's hat
And dined in a royal way
Off pickles & figs & little roast pigs
And gunnery bread each day
Our cook was Dutch and behaved as such
For the diet he served the crew-ew-ew
Was a couple of tons of hot-cross buns
Served up with sugar and glue

All nautical pride we cast aside
And we ran the vessel ashore
On the Gulliby Isles where the poopoo smiles
And the rubbily ubdugs roar
We sat on the edge of a sandy ledge
And shot at the whistling bee-hee-hee
While cinnamon bats wore waterproof hats
What they dipped in the briney sea


On rugabug bark from dawn till dark
We dined till we all had grown
Uncommonly shrunk when a Chinese junk
Came up from the Torrible Zone
She was stubby and square, but we didn't much care
So we cheerily put to sea-hee-hee
And we left the crew of the junk to chew
On the bark of the rubabug tree


Now shove ye off a singin' I've work ta be done.

Friday Random Ten

Sorry for the lack of postings this week. I've been putting a new piece of equipment through its paces. It's a "modeling" guitar. One of the banes of my existence is the amount of equipment that I have to lug around from venue to venue. Some of it is unavoidable, and quite frankly, one of the reasons I get gigs. But something as simple as cutting down the amount of guitars that I have to carry is a very attractive proposition.

Like any new instrument, there's a learning curve and I'm trying to negotiate that right now without spinning out. So far, the results are promising. Very promising.

Now, on to the random gifts of music. . .hit random, take the ten on the top.

I Know I'm Losin' You - - - Temptations
Late In the Evening - - - Paul Simon
In My Hour of Darkness - - - Emmylou Harris
Cadillac Ranch - - - Nitty Gritty Dirt Band
They're Red Hot - - - Robert Johnson
I Think It's Going To Rain - - - Randy Newman (live bootleg)
Pasties & A G-String - - - Tom Waits
Wild, Wild Life - - - Talking Heads
Jordan Road - - - Harry Belafonte
Eres Tu - - - Mocedades

Bonus Track

When You The Viper - - - Fats Waller

Sunday, March 04, 2007

Notes from the Sun's Game

This was a fun game against the Lakers. The best part was that I was accompanied by my daughter's friend from college. A lovely young woman from Mumbai, India. She is trying, since U of A is a huge basketball school, to grasp the game. Since the Lakers were in town and everybody in the world knows about Kobe Bryant she came to the game. We talked all kinds of basketball and had a great time.

The best part, however, was when we got home. My daughter asked Aruna, "Did you learn anything at the game?"

Aruna replied (and you'll have to just imagine the musical lilt of the Hindi accent)

"Kobe is the devil."