Don't blame it on the sunshine, don't blame it on the moonlight. Don't blame it on the good times... Blame it on the boogie! WHOO!

Oh Jackson Five, your music makes me ridiculously happy and gives me the desire to get up and do a funky dance. If you and ELO ever teamed up, you'd make the super happiest feel good band in the history of EVER.

P.S. - HAY GUYZ, would you still be my LJ friends if I wore a shirt with a giant glittery star on the front?! :)

In continuation of hilarious, literal 80's music videos and pipe wrench fights, I now post for your viewing pleasure...

Head Over Heels - The Literal Version

Is that Dave Coulier?

I love A-Ha as much as the next 80's music fan with a ridiculous sense of humor... But this takes the cake. ;)

Piiipe wreeench fiiight

YOU GUYS.



I am not sure how to feel about this.
Is this guy related to Richard Cheese?!

This damn song has been stuck in my head FOR THE PAST WEEK.


Seriously fellas, I was trying to conduct serious business at work, and right in the middle of important CSS coding, the chorus of 'Sun do shine, sun do shine, sun do shiiine!' would unrelentingly course through my skull!

ARGH!

I have to admit though, the song is damn catchy! The yodeling in the beginning never fails to make me smile and begin tapping my foot every time I hear it. That's probably the reason why it chose to drop anchor and set port in my noggin. :)

Out of sheer curiosity, I learned that the voice actor for Chanticleer the Rooster is none other than Glen Campbell, who was a peachy keen folksy singer back in the '60s and '70s (not unlike Jim Croce and John Denver).

But what, may you ask, is he most famous for?

"Rhinstone Cowboy", baby.


I personally prefer "Wichita Lineman" myself for easy early '70s AM Radio listening, but that's just me. ;)


Honestly, though?

Neither of these top singing about big ol, wet ol' rain clouds. ;)

I thought I would share my Peter Frampton and Doobie Brothers experience with you fine folks. ;) So, without further ado...


Me, Jonny and Yvonner pre-concert night!
( Just a prelude to forthcoming shenanigans! )

How do people find time in the day to come up with things like this?!
( Well, I'M impressed. )

Nearly everyone who knows me in person is acutely aware of the fact that Peter Frampton is one of my most favorite folks OF ALL TIME.

So that begs the question: Why is it that I have not yet seen this movie?!



It has laser beams, the Bee Gees, AND PETER FRAMPTON, you guys!
*grabby hands*

Dear John Mayer's new haircut,

We sincerely appreciate you coming on board and joining Team Mayer. While Team Mayer's previous, sensible haircuts have presented John Mayer as being a perfectly reasonable lad, your hard work and dedication over the past several months has promoted John Mayer to Model Status™. We thank you for your contributions to Team Mayer, and look forward to your bright future as part of our family.

Cheers,
Team Mayer




Frumpy haircut


Mickey Mouse Club haircut


Sensible musician haircut


Model Status™

Oh! In case I somehow missed telling any of you lovely folks about this, last weekend I went to go see The Steve Miller Band at Konocti in Kelseyville. Yes, that Steve "Fly like an eagle" Miller. ;)

Here's the story on that (proper essay format thrown to the wind)...

Saturday morning, I packed, got ready, and then drove myself over to Brett's house to begin The Epic Journey to Konocti. We left from Natomas and arrived in Clear Lake no later than 2PM (which was pretty swell seeing as we stopped in the magnificent microscopic town of Zamora for lunch and briefly had heart attacks over the gas prices. Yikes!).

Now, you would think a town named Clear Lake would be a quaint little place just from its name alone, right? WRONG. Upon arrival, I could almost hear the banjos being played in the background amongst the abandonded bowling alleys and and barber shops. The place was seriously a scenario out of a Twilight Zone episode. Luckily, the hotel we were staying at was in a tiny spot that seemed somewhat civilized, so we stopped there for a bit and put our luggage away.

After the brief interlude, Brett and I hopped back in his truck and went exploring. And, by exploring, I mean getting lost on Old Highway 65 and keeping our doors locked, hoping the "mountain folk" wouldn't eat our faces off whenever we stopped at a red light. (Okay, I'm being a teensy bit melodramatic here, but you would have to see the place for yourself.) Driving along, we found and made note of where Konocti was located. (Incidentally, once there, Brett was nice enough to put all the scruffy bikers that showed up for the rally on "my team". LOVELY.) That was when Brett decided it was time for ice cream, and we found, of all things, gelatto in Kelseyville. Seriously, WHAT.

After the successful procurement of gelatto, we went back to the hotel to decompress for a while and get ready for the Steve Miller concert.

I had decided that since this was Steve effin' Miller I was about to go see, I'd wear a keen dress, because, MAN, Steve Miller you guys! So wear a keen dress I did, and I'm sure I took forever to get ready, but at least when all was said and done I was probably one of the cutest Steve Miller fans in Section B! ;) Of course Brett also looked very keen and dashing (I still think you should've kept the fauxhawk!), but if Steve Miller had to pick one of us to have a sandwich with, there would've been no contest.

Alrighty, so here's the jist of what the actual concert was like... Steve got off to a good, strong start with about 4 or 5 rocking songs. Everything was going peachy and the audience was on their feet having a blast...

That is, until Steve started busting out the old-school-jazz/blues-with-ridonculously-long-guitar-solo-in-the-middle tunes.

Now, don't get me wrong fellas, I'm a musician all the way through, and I like to believe I can appreciate all kinds of music. I'm thinking a couple of these kinds of songs sprinkled throughout the set here and there would've been just fine by me, BUT he played about 5-6 of these beasts back-to-back! There are only SO MANY jazz/blues fusion pieces with 15 minute guitar improv solos one can take before their ears start to bleed and their face begins to melt off! I can't really describe the feeling of "..." Brett and I were going through after the 1,345th fusion guitar solo, but it looked something like this...


Take note of the twitch in my eye.

And just when I was abotu to go wait in the car for fear of not surviving another crazy number, Steve mercifully busts into "Fly Like An Eagle"... Which turns into an extended 15 minute version of the song where EVERYONE gets a solo this time, and of all things, the KEYBOARDIST who looked a lot like Seal comes to the front of the stage to do a RAP to the song. You heard me, a RAP. I didn't know whether to laugh or cry... I think I may have done a little of both.

Fortunately, "Fly Like An Eagle" seemed to be the point at which old Steve-o got that ridiculousness out of his system, and from there on he played the rest of his big hits which made for a strong ending to the show.

After the show ended, we headed back to the hotel for the night and left for Sacramento the next morning (in one piece). :)

Basically, the set would've been absolutely perfect if he had excluded, or at the very least, cut the middle portion in half. However, I'm not going to be too harsh here and tear the jazz/blues fusion set down enitrely, because I'm extremely grateful that I got the chance to see Steve Miller at all. He's an excellent musician, and I don't regret going to see him in the middle of BFN in the very least.

On that ending note, kudos to Steve Miller for coming to California, and to B for being a good sport!

All I have to say fellas, is amen and hallelujah for the wah pedal.



Without this wondrous marvel of technology, Ooh (The Blues) by the Scissor Sisters would not have been made possible. Consequently, without Ooh (The Blues) I would not be feeling better this morning (after going through that slump last night).

P.S. - e_apollo, I think you and I should start a band of wayward illustrators. You can play the funk bass and I'll do my thing with the wah pedal and guitar. bleupencil could be the drummer, and kuphoria could be the frontman. Hahaha! ;)

Basically, Ben Folds Five's cover of Tiny Dancer (originally by Elton John) is absolutely adorable. Ten points to Ben Folds and his trusty piano for not screwing up a classic!

By the way...

( Happy holdays, ya lousy bums! )

I think I'm going ice skating tomorrow - like WHOA.

You know fellas, it's a very rare occasion when I run across a song that makes me go all misty-eyed and wobbly-lipped. It's an ever rarer occurrence when I go misty-eyed over a ROCK BALLAD. Indeed, I am behind on the times, because tonight I just discovered the greatness that is Who Wants To Live Forever by Queen. Oh Freddie Mercury, how I love your sweet, sweet vocals...

And just in case anyone ever wants to blackmail me and make me CRY FOR HOURS ON END, here are some other songs that penetrate my otherwise macho exterior.

· Dust In The Wind by Kansas
· Unchained Melody by The Righteous Brothers
· Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
· Wild Horses by The Sundays
· Into The West by Annie Lennox
· Father, Son by Peter Gabriel
· The Blower's Daughter by Damien Rice
· Happiness by The Blue Nile
· In Your Eyes by Peter Gabriel
· O Come Emmanuel by Jonatha Brooke & Kevin Gilbert

I'm positive there's more than that, but these are the only ones I can recall at the moment. Hm... SOOO, out of sheer curiosty and fun, what are some songs that get YOU GUYS every time, hm? What auditory delights bring a tear unto your eye? ;)

The first four Led Zeppelin albums blasting at top volume from my speakers = LOVE.