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.
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