you'll be happy to know that today is June 30th and as such, comes the end of my month of songs/videos with home in the title.
starting tomorrow, we will go back to our regularly scheduled broadcasting
In the meantime......take us home Phil!!
Monday, June 30, 2008
Sunday, June 29, 2008
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Friday, June 27, 2008
I Will Take You Home - Brent Mydland Grateful Dead
I can't end this month of music without a nod to the Dead!
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Ghost In This House - Alison Krauss and Union Station
If you don't know Alison Krauss and Union Station this isn't the best song to introduce them to you but it serves my purpose for this month.
I suggest trying them on for size though. You just might like them.
ah what the hell....this one is on the house....get it..."house"
I suggest trying them on for size though. You just might like them.
ah what the hell....this one is on the house....get it..."house"
Tuesday, June 24, 2008
bonus post III
Have you seen this yet?
This fills me with joy.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
This fills me with joy.
Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.
Mama I'm Coming Home - Ozzy Osbourne
Seven days left - we are (pardon in the pun) in the home stretch!
So let us celebrate with a little Ozzy.
So let us celebrate with a little Ozzy.
Monday, June 23, 2008
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Saturday, June 21, 2008
Take Me Home Country Road - John Denver
Since it is a Saturday and nobody reads me on a Saturday, I can put up a John Denver song and freely admit that I have always liked this song.
Friday, June 20, 2008
Home By The Sea - Genesis
To paraphrase Forrest Gump: Beauty is a beauty does
Yesterday I went to the salon to get my hair cut. I just now wanted to write: beauty parlor instead of salon. But seriously……does anybody call it a beauty parlor anymore? What do you call it? Hair salon, hairdresser, beauty salon?
Anyhoo….I got my hair cut nice and short for the summer. I feel cooler already. Anybody else getting a short cut for summer?
And speaking of summer.... our vacation this (providing himself will be in the mood)will be with his father and sister and her family in Wildwood, NJ
As such....here is the selection for today:
Yesterday I went to the salon to get my hair cut. I just now wanted to write: beauty parlor instead of salon. But seriously……does anybody call it a beauty parlor anymore? What do you call it? Hair salon, hairdresser, beauty salon?
Anyhoo….I got my hair cut nice and short for the summer. I feel cooler already. Anybody else getting a short cut for summer?
And speaking of summer.... our vacation this (providing himself will be in the mood)will be with his father and sister and her family in Wildwood, NJ
As such....here is the selection for today:
Thursday, June 19, 2008
Brick House – The Commodores
I worked my way through high school busing tables at the local restaurant/diner.
There were lots of regulars that came in for Saturday morning cups of coffee and the latest town gossip.
Mostly they were old men. Cranky old men.
During the evenings the men that came in were often middle-aged men who were on their own. Perhaps because their wife was working a 3 -11 shift or because their wife had left them and they still needed to eat, or in the case of one man, because he had an unrequited love for one of the waitresses. Her name was Anna and she was an incorrigible flirt. She worked hard for her $1 tip!!
One night, as I was clearing off a table, one of these middle-aged men made a comment about me being built like a “brick shit-house”. This hurt my tender, seventeen year old sensibilities. I went storming in the kitchen, complaining to the cooks.
They had to explain to me that it was a compliment. I was pleased and yet a little skeeved that this man who was older than my father would say that to me. Now of course, I would pay good money to hear those words aimed in my direction!!
There were lots of regulars that came in for Saturday morning cups of coffee and the latest town gossip.
Mostly they were old men. Cranky old men.
During the evenings the men that came in were often middle-aged men who were on their own. Perhaps because their wife was working a 3 -11 shift or because their wife had left them and they still needed to eat, or in the case of one man, because he had an unrequited love for one of the waitresses. Her name was Anna and she was an incorrigible flirt. She worked hard for her $1 tip!!
One night, as I was clearing off a table, one of these middle-aged men made a comment about me being built like a “brick shit-house”. This hurt my tender, seventeen year old sensibilities. I went storming in the kitchen, complaining to the cooks.
They had to explain to me that it was a compliment. I was pleased and yet a little skeeved that this man who was older than my father would say that to me. Now of course, I would pay good money to hear those words aimed in my direction!!
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Green Green Grass of Home - Tom Jones
It was a toss-up between Tom Jones and Elvis
I saw Tom Jones in concert not so long ago and he sang this song and it made me get all shivery.
I admit it, I'm a Tom Jones fan...partly because he is Welsh, as am I, and I like to pretend that we might be long lost cousins.
to be fair, here is Elvis
I saw Tom Jones in concert not so long ago and he sang this song and it made me get all shivery.
I admit it, I'm a Tom Jones fan...partly because he is Welsh, as am I, and I like to pretend that we might be long lost cousins.
to be fair, here is Elvis
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
Monday, June 16, 2008
Homeward Bound - Simon & Garfunkel
Homeward Bound – Simon and Garfunkel
Yesterday, I got up early and drove 3hrs out to PA to spend Father’s Day with my Dad. We had a nice visit even though he slept for most of the time since he had only just got back from a fishing trip up to Lake Erie.
When I arrived, he and Mum were just settling down to lunch: fresh walleye, battered and deep fried in the flash fryer they bought from HSN. It was a very light fry and the walleye was so white and flaky and delicious. Mum served it with pan-fried potatoes and onions and fresh lettuce from her garden. Dad doesn’t eat lettuce so Mum and I ate the tender baby leaves with our fingers unadulterated with dressing, just a sprinkling of salt.
I got caught up on all the family and friends gossip:
The Goodwins up the street are putting their house up for sale.
The guy on the upper street is a pervert and a possible arsonist.
Aunt Debra is in nursing school, studying hard.
Dad put a new windshield wiper on my car. My sister called to wish him a happy father’s day.
Then it was time to go. With many admonitions to “drive safely” and “watch out for deer” and “they are doing construction on Route 80 and traffic will be backed up for miles between Bloomsburg and Berwick”, I gave hugs all around, hopped in my car and drove 3hrs back to NJ.
It was a good day.
What did you do for Father’s Day?
Yesterday, I got up early and drove 3hrs out to PA to spend Father’s Day with my Dad. We had a nice visit even though he slept for most of the time since he had only just got back from a fishing trip up to Lake Erie.
When I arrived, he and Mum were just settling down to lunch: fresh walleye, battered and deep fried in the flash fryer they bought from HSN. It was a very light fry and the walleye was so white and flaky and delicious. Mum served it with pan-fried potatoes and onions and fresh lettuce from her garden. Dad doesn’t eat lettuce so Mum and I ate the tender baby leaves with our fingers unadulterated with dressing, just a sprinkling of salt.
I got caught up on all the family and friends gossip:
The Goodwins up the street are putting their house up for sale.
The guy on the upper street is a pervert and a possible arsonist.
Aunt Debra is in nursing school, studying hard.
Dad put a new windshield wiper on my car. My sister called to wish him a happy father’s day.
Then it was time to go. With many admonitions to “drive safely” and “watch out for deer” and “they are doing construction on Route 80 and traffic will be backed up for miles between Bloomsburg and Berwick”, I gave hugs all around, hopped in my car and drove 3hrs back to NJ.
It was a good day.
What did you do for Father’s Day?
Sunday, June 15, 2008
In My Father's House - Elvis Presley
This song kills five birds with one stone:
1) It's Sunday morning and this is a hymn
2) It is Father's Day
3) My father-in-law is a huge Elvis fan
4) This was one of my grandfather's favorite songs
5) I'll be travelling to my parents HOUSE to visit with my FATHER
(Obviously the pictorial content of this video has nothing to do with me or my family)
1) It's Sunday morning and this is a hymn
2) It is Father's Day
3) My father-in-law is a huge Elvis fan
4) This was one of my grandfather's favorite songs
5) I'll be travelling to my parents HOUSE to visit with my FATHER
(Obviously the pictorial content of this video has nothing to do with me or my family)
Saturday, June 14, 2008
House of The Rising Sun - The Animals
I woke up very early this morning and since I was up I thought I would post the song for the day.
While I'm sitting at the computer, looking out the window at the rising sun, this song came to mind.
While I'm sitting at the computer, looking out the window at the rising sun, this song came to mind.
Friday, June 13, 2008
Bonus Post II - Won't you be my friend?
For those of you who use Netflix I'm inviting you to be my friend.
If you don't laugh at my choices, I won't judge you on yours!!
http://www.netflix.com/BeMyFriend/PB1k1OzALytz8QrDcEK2
If you don't laugh at my choices, I won't judge you on yours!!
http://www.netflix.com/BeMyFriend/PB1k1OzALytz8QrDcEK2
Stranger In My House - Ronnie Milsap
Today’s selection – Stranger in My House – by Ronnie Milsap, has more truth in it than you can imagine.
Earlier in the week, Althea our huntress of a cat, carried in yet another live beastie. It was small and black, I know this because I watched the poor creature make a mad dash for freedom out the back door. Only he didn’t realized that it was a sliding screen door. He bounced off the screen, collected himself and scurried for safety under the jelly cupboard.
Who knows were he went after that, except that Althea kept guard on something underneath the sofa.
I would like to think that the vole, for that is what Tom determined it was based on my description, found an escape hatch somewhere and is back out in the wilderness where he belongs.
Otherwise at some point very soon, I am going to unexpectedly come across his desiccated corpse and have to call in rodent removal AKA Tom Bergman.
This version of Stranger In My House is with the Los Lonely Boys.
Earlier in the week, Althea our huntress of a cat, carried in yet another live beastie. It was small and black, I know this because I watched the poor creature make a mad dash for freedom out the back door. Only he didn’t realized that it was a sliding screen door. He bounced off the screen, collected himself and scurried for safety under the jelly cupboard.
Who knows were he went after that, except that Althea kept guard on something underneath the sofa.
I would like to think that the vole, for that is what Tom determined it was based on my description, found an escape hatch somewhere and is back out in the wilderness where he belongs.
Otherwise at some point very soon, I am going to unexpectedly come across his desiccated corpse and have to call in rodent removal AKA Tom Bergman.
This version of Stranger In My House is with the Los Lonely Boys.
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Burning Down the House - Talking Heads
Today’s song would have been more appropriate over the weekend and the beginning of the week when it was a murderously hot 100°F
The first time I ever really heard and paid attention to The Talking Heads was when I was in college and working on the stage crew, building the set for Cabaret.
The head carpenter used to blast the Talking Heads and the Velvet Underground from the auditorium sound system. Up until that time I was really only a Casey Kasem’s Top 40 Countdown kind of a girl. Were my eyes opened!! I never really got into Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground but I still have a soft spot for the Talking Heads
The first time I ever really heard and paid attention to The Talking Heads was when I was in college and working on the stage crew, building the set for Cabaret.
The head carpenter used to blast the Talking Heads and the Velvet Underground from the auditorium sound system. Up until that time I was really only a Casey Kasem’s Top 40 Countdown kind of a girl. Were my eyes opened!! I never really got into Lou Reed and the Velvet Underground but I still have a soft spot for the Talking Heads
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
Come On-A My House - Rosemary Clooney
Today’s selection is Come On-A My House by Rosemary Clooney.
I remember when I first discovered Rosemary Clooney. It was also the first time I saw White Christmas. She was magnificent in a tight black velvet dress, singing “Love, You Didn’t Do Right By Me”
In response to Jess and Ami’s comments of yesterday:
Jess – I don’t remember what book I suggested last time. Email me – we need to catch up anyway.
Ami – I really like Carl Hiaasen. I've read all but the childrens books and I felt that Nature Girl was the weakest one so far. My favorite is Skinny Dip. The movie Striptease (starring Demi Moore and Burt Reynolds) was based on his book by the same name. Notwithstanding the dreadful acting by Demi, I thought the movie was excellent, as was the book.
I also introduced Tom’s 84 yr old grandmother to Hiaasen via Skinny Dip. She liked it so much she shared it with the ladies in her bridge group.
I would recommend Hiaasen to Jess for summer reading, but not for the book club because it might not be to everyone’s taste.
Anybody have any suggestions for the book club?
Tuesday, June 10, 2008
Won't Go Home Without You - Maroon 5
In keeping with the title of the latest book I was reading, Nature Girl by Carl Hiaasen, I decided to finish reading the book from the comfort of the back deck.
I was joined by my comfy cat Althea, who perched on the chair next to me and took what was probably her 20th cat nap of the day and Huck the skittish orange cat that really only loves Tom. He merely tolerates me.
I was also attacked by squadrons of mosquitoes and overrun by brigades of ants. All of which made me itchy and scratchy.
Towards the end of the evening, when the light was fading, out popped a ground hog
from underneath the deck.
He stared at me.
I stared at him.
Then I said conversationally “Good evening, Mr. Groundhog.”
He twitched his nose in acknowledgement and disappeared back under the deck.
The rest of the evening I was serenaded by whistles and chirps from neighborly Mr. Groundhog.
Neither cat moved a muscle. We leads me to believe that they are already on speaking terms with the groundhog.
I was joined by my comfy cat Althea, who perched on the chair next to me and took what was probably her 20th cat nap of the day and Huck the skittish orange cat that really only loves Tom. He merely tolerates me.
I was also attacked by squadrons of mosquitoes and overrun by brigades of ants. All of which made me itchy and scratchy.
Towards the end of the evening, when the light was fading, out popped a ground hog
from underneath the deck.
He stared at me.
I stared at him.
Then I said conversationally “Good evening, Mr. Groundhog.”
He twitched his nose in acknowledgement and disappeared back under the deck.
The rest of the evening I was serenaded by whistles and chirps from neighborly Mr. Groundhog.
Neither cat moved a muscle. We leads me to believe that they are already on speaking terms with the groundhog.
Monday, June 09, 2008
Home Sweet Home - Motley Crue
This weekend my Dad and my cousin Tim drove 3hrs from PA to NJ to build us a new front porch.
This was Dad’s Christmas gift to us.
Or course it would be the weekend that the temperature hit 94°F!!
My poor Dad was sweating like crazy and cousin Tim was working with cracked/broken ribs. Even so, they managed to build a beautiful front porch with sturdy railings and shallow steps that are very easy to navigate.
Pictures forthcoming.
In the meantime, enjoy this classic from Motley Crue….
This was Dad’s Christmas gift to us.
Or course it would be the weekend that the temperature hit 94°F!!
My poor Dad was sweating like crazy and cousin Tim was working with cracked/broken ribs. Even so, they managed to build a beautiful front porch with sturdy railings and shallow steps that are very easy to navigate.
Pictures forthcoming.
In the meantime, enjoy this classic from Motley Crue….
Sunday, June 08, 2008
Saturday, June 07, 2008
When Johnny Comes Marching Home Again
I've been reading a book by Stephen Ambrose entitled Americans At War - right now we are learning about Grant's 4th of July battle at Vicksburg.
So I think this song is apropos
So I think this song is apropos
Friday, June 06, 2008
Home Before Dark - Neil Diamond
Today marks the start of summer hours for our office.
I'm leaving at 3pm and will be "home" by 3:15
What to do with the extra 2 hours?
Laundry?
Housework?
Clean out car and go to carwash?
OR
Matinee viewing of Sex and the City?
Decisions, decisions!
I'm leaving at 3pm and will be "home" by 3:15
What to do with the extra 2 hours?
Laundry?
Housework?
Clean out car and go to carwash?
OR
Matinee viewing of Sex and the City?
Decisions, decisions!
Thursday, June 05, 2008
bonus post
My mum sent me this
She is alfresco and almonds and honey
I am desert spice and morning rose
What are you?
A House Without Love - George Jones
I read a story last night about a guitar that was stolen from George Jones 46 years ago in being returned to him. You can read the story here.
Today's song is in honor of George and the return "home" of his guitar.
Lyrics:
For years we both have lived on pride dear
And we agree that love is gone
Why oh why do we keep tryin'
A house without love is not a home
The love light in your eyes has faded
And I'm contented just to roam
We slaved to gain a worthless treasure
A house without love is not a home
No matter where our footsteps wander
I know we'll both be all alone
With the pride that came between us
A house without love is not a home
The simple things have gone forever
We wanted wealth to call our own
Now we've reached the hour of parting
A house without love is not a home
Today's song is in honor of George and the return "home" of his guitar.
Lyrics:
For years we both have lived on pride dear
And we agree that love is gone
Why oh why do we keep tryin'
A house without love is not a home
The love light in your eyes has faded
And I'm contented just to roam
We slaved to gain a worthless treasure
A house without love is not a home
No matter where our footsteps wander
I know we'll both be all alone
With the pride that came between us
A house without love is not a home
The simple things have gone forever
We wanted wealth to call our own
Now we've reached the hour of parting
A house without love is not a home
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Ed Can't Sell His House
Ed McMahon, you all know him from "The Tonight Show," or "Star Seach", is fighting to avoid foreclosure on his multimillion-dollar Beverly Hills home. He is $644,000 behind on payments on a $4.8 million mortgage.
According to the report I read, McMahon, 85, has been unable to work as a pitchman for various products since he broke his neck 18 months ago. I didn't even know he had broken his neck. Furthermore, at 85 he should be able to sit down and take things easy and not worry about making mortage payments.
This part I cribbed from the report: "The six-bedroom, five-bath house is in a hilltop gated community overlooking Mulholland Drive called The Summit and is listed for sale at $6.25 million. It has been on the market two years, according to real estate agent Alex Davis. The house is near that of pop star Britney Spears, which doesn't always work in its favor.
"When we were trying to sell the house one time, there were about 100 paparazzi there," Davis said.
Damn Britney and her paparazzi!!
According to the report I read, McMahon, 85, has been unable to work as a pitchman for various products since he broke his neck 18 months ago. I didn't even know he had broken his neck. Furthermore, at 85 he should be able to sit down and take things easy and not worry about making mortage payments.
This part I cribbed from the report: "The six-bedroom, five-bath house is in a hilltop gated community overlooking Mulholland Drive called The Summit and is listed for sale at $6.25 million. It has been on the market two years, according to real estate agent Alex Davis. The house is near that of pop star Britney Spears, which doesn't always work in its favor.
"When we were trying to sell the house one time, there were about 100 paparazzi there," Davis said.
Damn Britney and her paparazzi!!
Tuesday, June 03, 2008
Home on the Range
Today's selection is Home On The Range as sung by Bing Crosby
When I was in 3rd grade my mother decided that it was time for me to start piano lessons. And this was one of the songs in my repertoire. I wasn't very good at the piano. I was lucky if I found middle C. I waited in vain for the day when I would sit down at the piano and the music would pour forth effortlessly from my fingers.
I'm still waiting.....
Without further ado, here is Bing
When I was in 3rd grade my mother decided that it was time for me to start piano lessons. And this was one of the songs in my repertoire. I wasn't very good at the piano. I was lucky if I found middle C. I waited in vain for the day when I would sit down at the piano and the music would pour forth effortlessly from my fingers.
I'm still waiting.....
Without further ado, here is Bing
Monday, June 02, 2008
THIS is a cop out!
Hey listen.....YOU try coming up with 30 songs with home or house in the title!!
I had to really put my brain to work and on the weekend too!
My apologies to those of you who might be checking this out at work and can't download youtube. Today's choice is Home by Chris Daughtry.
I had to really put my brain to work and on the weekend too!
My apologies to those of you who might be checking this out at work and can't download youtube. Today's choice is Home by Chris Daughtry.
Sunday, June 01, 2008
Again with the posting every day..
The NaBloPoMo theme for June blogging is home. Whatever home means to you! A place where you keep all your stuff, the place you came from, a place you dream of creating, or something you hold in your heart.
I decided to go in a different direction. Something a little bit easier. There are many songs that have the word home or house in the title. So that is what I'm going to do. I'm going to post a different youtube video that has a song with home or house.
First one up is a Lynyrd Skynrd classic - Sweet Home Alabama. This is concert footage from the 70's. Look how lovely and natural all the women were.
Here we go.......
I decided to go in a different direction. Something a little bit easier. There are many songs that have the word home or house in the title. So that is what I'm going to do. I'm going to post a different youtube video that has a song with home or house.
First one up is a Lynyrd Skynrd classic - Sweet Home Alabama. This is concert footage from the 70's. Look how lovely and natural all the women were.
Here we go.......
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