That's my kind of night.

More Adele

Wow, she's got a voice on her!

Adele

Friday Tune ♪♫

Huh. Who knew? *shrug*

Who knew this song was about a Rock Island Armory 1911 Commander?

Muse

Just some music from a band that MiniMe likes.
This is not her favorite song, but I like it. :)

Blast from my sugared up past...

So I'm in the grocery store and I'm thinkin' I want to grab a bottle of water out of one of those little mini-fridge deals by the check out lane. Once I'm up there, one of those "Mt. Dew Throwback" bottles caught my eye. I heard about them a little while back, but never tried one. I decided to give it a shot since they were supposed to taste just like they did when I was a kid.
I also grabbed a snack bag of Hot Fries, thinking that if I was going to revisit my past, I better "go big, or go home!"
Once inside my van with the engine running, I popped open the bag and took a sniff. I've always loved those stupid things! Then I twisted off the cap of the pop bottle and took a sip. OMG. It really DID taste different! I'd go so far as to say "better"!
I'm sitting there being kind of nostalgic over a snack (hey, don't judge me) and I flipped on the radio...only to be met with Don Henley singing one of my favorite songs from that era - Dirty Laundry <--Click to hear it

I make my living off the evening news
Just give me something, something I can use
People love it when you lose, they love dirty laundry

Well, I could've been an actor, but I wound up here
I just have to look good, I don't have to be clear
Come and whisper in my ear, give us dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em all around

We got the bubbleheaded bleach-blonde, comes on at 5
She can tell you about the plane crash with a gleam in her eye
It's interesting when people die, give us dirty laundry

Can we film the operation? Is the head dead yet?
You know the boys in the newsroom got a running bet
Get the widow on the set, we need dirty laundry

You don't really need to find out what's going on
You don't really want to know just how far it's gone
Just leave well enough alone, keep your dirty laundry

Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're up, kick 'em when they're down
Kick 'em when they're stiff, kick 'em all around

Dirty little secrets, dirty little lies
We got our dirty little fingers in everybody's pie
Love to cut you down to size, we love dirty laundry

We can do the innuendo, we can dance and sing
When it's said and done, we haven't told you a thing
We all know that crap is king, give us dirty laundry

A little Fray

Reason

Journey for Tuesday

Diamond Rio

Song Stuck in the Head

Yesterday at the gun show, ShooterChickFriend and I exchanged a sort of "inside joke" and the result was her getting the song "Pump up the Jam" stuck in her head all day.
Oddly enough, on the way to meet up with her, I heard some Boston on the radio and got "Long Time" all stuck up in my head.
They say the best way to kick that is to listen to it or sing it...
now it can be stuck in your head. :)

It's been such a long time
I think I should be goin', yeah
And time doesn't wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
Sail on, on a distant highway
I've got to keep on chasin' a dream
I've gotta be on my way
Wish there was something I could say.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.

It's been such a long time.
It's been such a long time.

Well I get so lonely when I am without you
But in my mind, deep in my mind,
I can't forget about you
Good times, and faces that remind me
I'm tryin' to forget your name and leave it all behind me
You're comin' back to find me.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
You'll forget about me after I've been gone
And I take what I find, I don't want no more
It's just outside of your front door.

It's been such a long time. It's been such a long time.

Yeah. It's been such a long time, I think I should be goin', yeah
And time dosnt wait for me, it keeps on rollin'
There's a long road, I've gotta stay in time with
I've got to keep on chasin' that dream, though I may never find it
I'm always just behind it.

Well I'm takin' my time, I'm just movin' along
Takin' my time, just movin' along
Takin' my time, yeah I'm takin' my time...

(Radio version starts at the 2:30 time stamp)

No Words

Found this in the signature line of a net-friend's profile.
Thank you, Vincent.

It's never easy and you never know

What leaves you crying
And what makes you whole...

There ain't no way that I can hold it down
Falling to pieces
Forever in doubt

But it's alright
Why don't you tell me again
How you'll still be there
When the heartache ends
It's alright
Why don't you tell me my friend
How you'll still be there
When the heartache ends

There ain't nobody who can show you how
To find the surface when you're underground
There ain't no blanket that can hide this cold
There ain't no memory
That ever gets old

And I move all directions
To the corners and the outskirts
While the lovers and the lonely
Start to whisper all about me
And if I stand here silent
I almost start to feel you fading in
Telling me hold on
Cuz it's gonna be alright

Say you'll be with me
When the heartache ends

Lots of things can cause heartache. Loss of a loved one, family problems, relationship struggles, rejection letters...and sometimes you don't even really need a reason to get the blues so bad that you just have heartache.
Friends can be good for pulling you out of that.
It takes a lot of work to stick around someone who's trying to find the surface when they're underground, like the song says. Nobody can do that for you...not your friends, not your family...no one. You gotta do it on your own and find your own way.
If you're lucky, you'll have friends that will be there when the heartache ends.
Sometimes I don't know if I do, but I'd like to think so.

Ain't it good to know?

Tuesday Tune

It's true...You gotta live every single day like it's the only one.
What if tomorrow never comes?

I Like Guns

Runaway

Band Geeks

Tonight was the band's first official "performance".
What that means is, they use the parents for guinea pigs.
We all assembled on the sidelines of a parking lot that is marked off like a football field to watch the first couple numbers of their field show and their show for State Fair next week in Indy. Not too shabby. Although, it definitely looks different from the vantage point of bleachers instead of being on the same level.
There was the huddle/pep talk. (My kid is on the outside edge - she's the one in Khakis and a blue shirt. Heh).
Here are a few photos of the band doing their thing.
She tries to be unique and march to the beat of her drum (no pun intended...really. She's not a drummer :p) but she's not quite as "stand alone" as the kid in green! It explains why she likes him though. (OK, to be fair, he forgot his stuff and his mom brought it...but she showed up late.)
Ah to be young, infatuated and in band...
Wait. Band love is BAD.

Hissy Fit

I lurve Darius Rucker.
YEARS ago, when nobody knew who (or what) "Hootie and the Blowfish" was, I saw them debut on a morning talk show as a "new talent" somewhere around 1989 or maybe a little earlier.
Darius sang a song called "Hold My Hand" and I knew from the first few seconds they were going to be BIG. And they were.
Through the years of listening to the band, I wondered if they'd ever do a cross-over song because Darius Rucker's voice seemed so well fitted for country. The band as a whole never did, but not long ago Darius left Hootie and the Blowfish to go a country path.
That style of music is such a complement to his already awesome voice.
I've linked a few of his videos here and a couple other places.
I like the cut of his jib. He's done well on all sides.
I mean, come on...you KNOW you've "arrived" when you make it to Sesame Street.
Anyhow, this post is titled "Hissy Fit" because although he'll be doing a concert not too far away during the month after next, I won't be able to go.
Boo. Hiss. *stomps foot*. Dangit.
Anyhow, here's a little bit of why I just like him so much: