Wednesday, April 27, 2016

It's a gas! Gas! GAS!

Heh. What's old is new. To me, at least.

I just learned the lyrics to this song. Yes, I grew up with it, but I never listened to the words. I was so taken by the guitar riffs and beat, in fact so much that the lyrics, which seemed to all hit on the same note anyway, just flew past me (ok, except for the "all right now" and "jumpin' jack flash", I did get those). Mind you I was about ten years old when this hit the airwaves, but I never bothered to go back to it, and after a few years down the road, well, you know, life gets in the way of nostalgia . . . until a band mate brought the chord tabs/lyrics to practice on Monday.

I recently learned that the refrain from another song I enjoyed back in the day ends in "there's a bad moon on the rise", not, as I've always sung it, "there's a bathroom on the right."

Tuesday, April 26, 2016

WTMI, People, WTMI!

Facebook. I've never been on it. Neither was husband, until two days ago, when he decided that the only way to reconnect with old college friends was by doing the online tryst.

It turns out a retiree can spend half his day on there. Now I'm hearing shouts of "Susie just announced she had her kidney stone check!" and "Dan is going in for a colonoscopy!" and "Do you think I should friend Linda? Who is Linda? I don't remember her." Two of his new online friends had big crushes on him back in the day. Should I worry?

I'm escaping to the grocery store. Somebody, please shut down the internets while I'm out.

Monday, April 25, 2016

Raspberry Beret

I live in Princeland, er, Minnesota.

Good suggestions: Put Prince on the $20 bill, but make it a 19.99 note. Give Minnesota an official state color, all shades of purple.

Yep. That's the most important legislation ever drafted by State Senator Karin Housley. She says her favorite song is, by the way, "Raspberry Beret".

A slightly lavender Minnesotan can probably look past the sexual innuendo in that song, but it's hard to, ahem (warning, NSF children), swallow the urban dictionary entry.

If you are still reading, I'm saying, you betcha, purple fits Minnesota. Prince is just the icing. We cheer purple Vikings. Our favorite noxious weed is the purple thistle. And, you've probably noticed that lips turn purple in the cold.