Seven Angels, Four Kids, One Family
Sometimes sarcasm is the only sane response
I asked my kids’ violin instructor if I could have a lesson because “something is wrong.” She played my violin for a bit and agreed that something was wrong but couldn’t identify what. The violin needed love. She told me…
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Following up on yesterday’s musings about lyric-writers doing very heavy drugs while writing certain songs, what about when something sounds good in song but is impossible in real life? To whit, “Starting over.” I’ve got to say I have no…
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I keep hearing a song on the radio that sounds to me the way a bad acid trip would sound, keeping in mind I’ve never had an acid trip at all. Here’s how it opens: You would not believe your…
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Last Saturday, Kiddo#2 opened up her crystal ball and gave me a glimpse into the future when she pitched (pun intended) a fit about going to her violin lesson. Due to uncontrollable circumstances, Kiddo#3’s lesson was moved to be back-to-back…
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{Declan*} the screaming baby had a very piercing cry. And if you ever heard him, you would see his Mommy sigh. All of the other babies used to take a morning nap. They never gave their mommies any of this…
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Two weeks ago, my Patient Husband said, “I wish we still had a piano.” In the old house, we rented an electric piano and he was re-teaching himself piano the same way I was re-teaching myself violin. It went back…
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My Patient Husband and I mock one another’s music. It’s like a hobby, even though many times we enjoy the same music. We’re equal-opportunity mockers: we also mock our own, and frequently mock the singers themselves. Me: What is this…
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Well, if you can call it “music.” It’s my music. First bitlet: Yesterday’s entry reviewed the Daughtry album, Leave This Town. In order to review it, I listened to the album twice on the 14th and once on the fifteenth….
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The last two albums I’ve purchased have been by Chris Daughtry. I’m not sure if that makes me a fan. I pre-ordered “Leave This Town,” his second album, when I found it available on iTunes. It was released on Tuesday,…
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On Saturday morning, I said to my Patient Husband, “If Michael Jackson faked his own death, that would be the ultimate publicity stunt.” We’d been talking about how he’d been perfectly positioned in the early 1980s to become a mega-star,…
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