Having grown tired of my son’s constant declarations that every song he heard that he even mildly disliked was “the worst song ever,” yesterday I introduced him to Tiny Tim‘s, “Tiptoe Through The Tulips“.
His double take alone was worth it.
I count ten giraffes with their ten long necks. If I were Roman, I’d count to X!
The other day I noticed that L’s Mother was listening to “The Best of Badfinger.” As I walked away I found myself thinking, “Doesn’t that make this compilation the good Badfinger? And by that logic, is there a bad Badfinger compilation out there?”
Nowadays what isn’t worth saying is sung.
– The Barber of Seville by Pierre Beaumarchais (Quote frequently misattributed to Voltaire)
Running late today, and normally I don’t include video links in my entries, but I just had to include this one. For those who don’t feel like clicking the link, or in anticipation of the day that link no longer works, in short, it’s a video of the Danish National Chamber Orchestra playing through the pain of eating chili peppers. While viral videos come and go, this one made me realize this poor world has been sorely lacking in competitive orchestral music/eating contests. This needs to be a thing from now on.
The only thing is, I feel the wind players were unfairly disadvantaged in this compared to the string section, which is why I think the next competition should involve extra hot buffalo wings . . .
Me: (Out of the blue, speaking in a Schwarzenegger “Terminator” voice.) Let’s play composers. You be Liszt . . and I’ll be Bach.
Lala: (Starts laughing uncontrollably.)
Me: Really?
