Blinding me with science

Hey niblets, I know I've been lax in the posting department, but it's better that I'm writing nothing that trying to come up with something when there's nothing there, ya know? But that's a topic for another day.

While I reach deep into the barrel of my imagination and feel around the sludge in the bottom to see if there's anything of value left, please enjoy proof that Bounty is the baddest p.t. in the county.

Word.



Hoot hoot!

Note: I received no compensation for posting this. I wish I did -- I heart me some Select-a-size Bounty.
 

Last chance (and bonus track)

First a reminder that this is your last chance to enter my totally spontaneous and un-sponsored giveaway. It's easy! All you gotta do is click on the link and leave a comment to enter. I'll do the drawing and post the results tomorrow morning. If you want to comment anonymously, that's cool too. Just be sure to check back tomorrow for instructions on how to get your contact info to me.

Anyway, sorry for the overall lack of light-hearted-osity lately, but it's been weird around here. I'm totally stoked for the wedding, yet for some reason I'm drag-assing around like it's February. I did just up my meds this week so hopefully sometime next week I'll be able to approximate normal.

But enough about my medicine cabinet. This song seemed to capture my mood this week. I can't say it's a Friday Rocker, but it sure is a Friday Groover. What do you think?



Actually, Charlie, that sounds like a damned fine plan. I'll be right over.
 

If it's not one thing...

Welcome, my friendlings. It's been an odd week here in AIWJT-land, with much time spent pondering the Great Unponderable Questions of Life, such as 'Why Do I Blog, Anyway.'

Yes, it's not pretty, but rest easy; all that candy-assed introspection ain't gonna stop me from Rockin' my Friday!

Let's get right to it, shall we?



This classic from the early days of MTV has been in my mental iPod for so long that I don't even hardly hear it when it comes on the radio, but I'm surprised to find myself singing it. I heard it yesterday and realized that yeah, it may be over 25 years old, but it's still got it, baby!

Of course The Man has the official vid locked down tight, but you can see it here.

As for that other crap? We'll chat about that some other time, 'k?
 

Insanity

No time for chit-chat, let's Rock this Friday!



This one got a lot of airplay when it first came out, but then it kind of fell off the radar until recently. I've heard it several times in the past few weeks. Jamiroquai must be coming to town or something.

p.s. I just looked it up: This song was released THIRTEEN YEARS AGO. Where-T-F have I been?
 

Let's roll!

We were digging through boxes recently and found a few pix of Mr. B from Back In The Day, including a few from around the time we would have met. That got me thinking about the eighties, and when this song came on the radio this morning, I knew it was going to Rock my Friday just fine.



As cool as it was to see a photo of Mr. B the way I remembered him, back when he was a safe date for Evil Twin and my Girls' Nights Out, it's even cooler to look across the couch at him now and know he's mine.

Let the good times roll!
 

Mesmerizing

Wow, after temps in the 100s, we're banished back to the land of 60s and drizzle, which is substandard August weather even by Seattle standards.

But no worries, my pigeons, even cold, damp Fridays shall not pass un-Rocked!

First, watch the ultimate YouTube mashup.



Then learn about the project from the composer/artist himself.



Awe-freakin'-some.

He made seven music videos, each a composition of different clips from YouTube videos. He even lists the links to the clips he used. You can watch his creations on YouTube or visit Kutiman's website.

Just remember to blink once in awhile.
 

How did you celebrate it?

Damn, I can't believe I missed Coast Guard Day this past Tuesday.

I happen to have a particular fondness for the Coast Guard. I worked at the same CG facility in three different jobs over the course of 14 years. Evil Twin, Mr. B, and I met there, when I was about the same age Lovely Daughter is now and Mr. B was a shiny new LTJG.

In belated celebration, I think we'll do a little Friday ROFLMAO and enjoy some Coast Guard humor. Well, OK, maybe not all of you will enjoy it, but the two or three of you who know what the term 'non-rate' means will get a kick out of it.

The rest of you are dismissed to begin your weekend. Or you can watch, too. It's pretty cute. Really.



So here's an enthusiastic yet sloppy civilian salute to the USCG and the civilians who keep them running smooth. Thanks, and BZ!
 

Hot times

Ding dong, the heat is dead! After three days in the hubs of hell, we're looking at mid-80s today, max. I'm slowly rejoining the living and am ready for some serious Friday Rockin'!

This week's retro-pop-rock may cause some of my peers to experience serious whiplash, so take adequate precautions, please.



I had just started elementary school when this song came out, making this one of those long-term primal childhood tunes deeply embedded in what's left of my memory.

Hey, and it's Friday! Time for all you hot cats lookin' for a kitty to button up the Nehru jacket and have at it. Just be sure to look in every corner of the city.
 

Makes me say oh my lord

This Fridays Rock! is dedicated to brandy-new Dr. Nephew J! w00t!! Schweeet!!

Less-than-optimal day at work. Massive traffic jam in town cut 20 minutes off my lunch hour. Heavy flow day, IYKWIM.

So I'm needing something FAB-ulous to Rock my Friday! In fact, I think I need two things.

Thing One:



and Thing Two:



I tell you, this shit never gets old. Another dozen viewings and my mind should be back to rights. More or less.

I really wanted to post the original, but The Man... well, you know.
 

You wouldn't understand. It's a summertime thing.

It's pushing 90 outside, it's almost the end of the workday, and it's time to Rock this Friday, summer-style.



I haven't heard it lately on the radio, and that's a damned shame 'cause it's one of my favorite summer tunes. Enjoy!
 

Hotel, Motel, Holiday Inn

We all know Fridays Rock! But do we all remember when disco met rap? Gather 'round, children, and bear witness to this crucial moment in rap history.



I've probably mentioned this before, but I still dance like that....
 

Jump start

Many of us here in the US of A are taking tomorrow off for a long 4th of July weekend. Luckily, this year that includes me so I'm Rockin' this Friday prematurely.

Hey, don't laugh! It happens to everyone sometimes.

This tune has been getting some heavy airplay on my local station. Love it, love it, love it! I'm guessing you might, too.



In my completely uninformed and arbitrary opinion, a good song/group is one that hold up outside of the studio. Does this one? You tell me.



Oh yeah, how the girl feels! It's kind of like the best of the best from the eighties - almost has a Cheap Trick feeling to it. At first I though it was an oldie. Made me want to get myself up and shake it around a little. Sad thing is that I still feel like I can kick it, but am also well aware that at my age it tends to look kind of pathetic. Oh well.

BTW, is there anything sexier than guys rocking it on guitars? I'm just sayin'....

p.s. I might post something tomorrow before we head out of town, so feel free to check in if you're at loose ends.
 

Dancing Machine

Yes, yes he was.



I'm sitting here in my office with tears in my eyes from watching this. I hope to hell no one walks by. I tell you, in 1974, it simply didn't get any better, badder, cooler than that. Especially for a 14 year old white girl in Indianapolis.



It still gives me chills. He was a fucking genius. And, like many geniuses, he paid for it by turning into a fucking wacko. It's all very sad.



Go watch more Jackson 5 stuff on YouTube. You will be shocked and awed.
 

Bravo

This week's been a whirlwind. Hell, the month has been one endless rollercoaster ride. I went from feeling tapped out and brutalized to, well, like I could burst out in song at any moment. I wanted to Rock this Friday in a manner befitting my current state of giddiness. It took several moments of concentration on YouTube, but I finally found it. The perfect song!



OK, all together now: "Can I get a napkin, pleeeeeease?????"

Thank you. Thank you very much. You're too kind.

Read more about Food Court Musical and other wacky hijinks at ImprovEverywhere.
 

Definitely not well

Oh yeah. This Friday's gonna Rock hard!

I'm feeling a little bruised and battered right now. Ragged. Tattered. And when I get to feeling that way, it ain't Jason Mraz I want to listen to. I heard this on the radio and it seemed to suit my mood particularly well.

Serving suggestion: Crank it!


A little overly dramatic, perhaps, but that's what music is all about, isn't it? A chance to scream 'Fuck yeah!' for no good reason?

Fuck yeah.
 

It rules

You know, it's been a rough couple of weeks, so I think I'm going to Rock it easy this Friday, if that's OK.

I heard this one on the way into work and it seemed to suit my mood just fine. So here's a little Lenny Kravitz for you, from way back when*, when he was new and edgy and looked like, well, let's just say he was a damned attractive young man**. And I can say that without sounding like a perv because he's almost my age.



Although I'd heard this song many times before, what struck me this time was how much it echoed my favorite types of music from the late sixties-early seventies, even more so than all of his other song that rip off reinterpret the music of that era.

I don't know enough music theory to break it down -- whether it's some sort of archetypal chord progression or whatever -- but it hits me right there, IYKWIM. Almost makes want to wear something way too tight, drink way too much, and dance way too intimately with strangers on a crowded dance floor.

What? That's not how you spent your teens?

p.s. Whenever I see a young black man with dreads, I think of Mr B's nephews, both of whom have worn dreads at one time or another. He told me that one of them had a t-shirt that read "Touch your own damned hair."
:)

* Was 1989 really 20 years ago?!? Shit.

** I was going to say 'sex on a stick' but decided against it. Because that would be crass.
 

Not bad for a white guy

The sun is out, it might break 70 degrees, I'm taking off for a long weekend, and I'm ready to Rock this Friday!

My radio station pulled this classic by Robert Palmer out of its hat this week and I knew immediately the universe meant it just for us. My station usually plays the three songs together in a nine-plus-minute orgy of Robert Palmer-y goodness, but the 'Tube did not provide the middle bit so here's one and three for you:





Then I found this one, all three songs plus the joy of watching someone experiencing flow. Especially the last three minutes or so.



Have I mentioned I'm a closeted drum freak? If I thought there was even the slightest chance I could learn to do this, I'd start lessons today. I think a drum kit would look great in the living room, don't you? Lucky for Mr. B, I don't think these almost-50-year-old muscles and reflexes are gonna go there. But I do have an impressionable nine year old at home, heh heh heh. Yes, I tried pushing percussion on Lovely Daughter. It didn't stick, but I've still got one more shot at making one of my kids fulfill this dream so I can live vicariously through him.

Isn't that what parenting is all about, really? ;)

Happy long weekend to everyone in the US! We're off to the beach to stare at the water for a few days. I'm more than ready.
 

It always comes back to the goats

As you've probably noticed, my week has been chock-full of seriousness. Big thoughts, big worries, big fears, big blah fucking blah. I've had it. I can't stands no more.

I want my funny back, and I want it NOW!

So instead of a Fridays Rock! I'm trying out a Fridays ROFLMAO! on y'all. And somehow, Diesel from Mattress Police knew what I would need before I even knew I needed it.

Scary, that.



Am I the only one who thinks this is abso-friggin'-lutely hys-fucking-terical? I mean, c'mon! Welcome to Facebook. All your goats are dead. It just don't get better'n than that.

I've been reading Diesel for awhile, and I usually enjoy his stuff. But you know what? I'm thinking I like the vlog format better. Maybe it's because I have that whole 'split-brain' thing going on, but I'm all about body language and subtle vocal nuances. I think watching and listening to him perform the piece made me laugh a hell of a lot more than if I had just read it. Not to question The Master's tactics or anything, but I hope he does a lot more vlogging.

You know, I feel a little better already. And you?
 

Just for one day

David Bowie is gonna Rock this Friday Seventies-style. For, uh, Mother's Day. (?) Yeah, because, uh, well, because... mothers are heroes, right?

OK, I suck but the song rawks! Serving suggestion: Crank it!



I missed this one the first time around even though it was released in 1977, the year formally known as The Year I Graduated High School. But apparently I wasn't the only one -- it didn't even make the US charts. According to Wikipedia, "While not a huge hit at the time, the song has gone on to become one of Bowie's signature tunes and is well known today for its appearance in numerous advertisements."

Whatever. I love it. And, may I say? David Bowie is one fine looking man, then and now. And even in German!
 

Extraordinary machine

Kind of a different vibe for this edition of Fridays Rock! I suppose this week we aren't so much Rockin' as we are gently swaying back and forth with gentle grins on our faces.

Hope that's OK.



I was a huge fan of Fiona Apple's first two CDs and finally got this one for Christmas. It didn't immediately grab me like the others, but recently Young Son and I have been playing it in the car at random intervals and it's growing on me, especially the first few songs.

This one we particularly enjoy. Maybe because it brings up old musical theater memories from high school? Or maybe simply because I am, indeed, an extraordinary machine.