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The Promise

18 May

I’ve often wondered…do artistic people who dwell on a whole different astral plane have an unconscious awareness of when it’s time to  move on?  And is it even a choice?  Jimi Hendrix seemed to know his fate when he wrote and recorded, “The Ballad of Jimi”.  Lines like “Many things he would try / For he knew soon he’d die,” “Now Jimi’s gone, he’s not alone / His memory still lives on” and “Five years, this he said / He’s not gone, he’s just dead” weirdly predict the legend’s death and legacy five years later.

Last night Chris performed with Soundgarden in Detroit, Michigan.  Before taking his final walk off stage, Soundgarden worked in a little bit of Led Zeppelin’s 1975 epic, “In My Time of Dying” while performing the closing notes of Badmotorfinger’s “Slaves & Bulldozers”.  The video below shows this final footage.

Chris Cornell – Final Footage

 

I could sit here and write down all of the memories I have that are linked to every single Soundgarden and Audioslave song.  But I won’t.

I will simply salute a man who personally held the hand and ushered in an era of music that made an ethereal footprint in our music’s landscape.  Thank you, Chris….for leaving us with “The Promise”.

Prince Dead at 57

21 Apr

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A Queen is born…a Prince dies.  Legendary musician, Prince Rogers Nelson, was found dead today in his Minnesota home.  He was only 57 years old.

 

The soundtrack of my teenage life was made up of Prince.  Cyndi Lauper.  Eurythmics.  The Thompson Twins.  I remember laying in the yard with my best friend, listening to “When Doves Cry”, the perfect fuel for our teenage angst.  Kids our age were sneaking out, wearing their parent’s clothes, trying to get in to see his R-rated movie, “Purple Rain”.  There was just something ethereal about him.  Something other-worldly.  He could not be contained within a gender or race.

I remember exactly where I was at the stroke of midnight as 1999 rolled into a new era.  And, of course, Prince’s ‘1999’ was being played on a loop.  His lyrics, “two thousand zero zero party over, oops out of time”, seemed to have a prophetic aura about them.  Almost as if he knew there was an evolutionary musical shift coming.  One that lacked his authenticity.

In 2004, the Rock and Rock Hall of Fame recognized him as an artist who “rewrote the rulebook”.  After his induction, he shared, ” I embarked on a journey more fascinating than I could ever imagine.”

We’re just now learning that Prince was found unresponsive in an elevator inside of his music studio.  Making his lyrics even more profound:

“And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy, punch a higher floor.”

 

 

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4th Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 104 More Days

19 Nov

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Music Is My Medication

15 Jan

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So everyday I get these little meditation ‘o the day emails and, quite frankly, I usually don’t pay attention to them.  But this morning I figured, “Why not?”

“There are days when you don’t have a song in your heart.  Sing anyway.”

~Emory Austin

I grew up in an extremely musical family so I was always surrounded by musicians and singers.  Music had the ability to say what I couldn’t.  And I’m still that way.  My kid got the music gene as well and she’s WAY more of a music junkie than I am.  She was making her own playlists by the time she was 7 years old.  And to say that her taste in music is eclectic would be a gross understatement.  She listens to everything from jazz to dubstep and everything in between.  She actually has playlists made especially for fast bike riding.  A lot of Pitbull and Awolnation.

About a month ago she had the gaul and audacity to say I was too old to be blasting electronic dance music.  Specifically Skrillex.  I told her that a person is NEVER….you hear me?  EVER too old to listen to whatever type of music makes them happy.  The louder the better.  Her response: “Right on, man.”

I don’t want her thinking that “old people” have to sacrifice good music for sedation and melancholy.  Because that’s never gonna happen around here. So when the kid and I start bumping heads, I take comfort in knowing that our strongest common thread is our music.  She may appear to be ashamed but there’s always that smirk that assures me I’m more than welcome to blare “Recess” every. Single. Morning.

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3rd Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 147 More Days

17 Sep

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3rd Grade Lunch Bag Countdown: 156 More Days

4 Sep

Inspired by the only band she was obsessed with at the age of 3:  The Aquabats

 

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My Cat Died Yesterday

28 Mar

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I know.  Blunt.  But she did.  She was being treated for an upper respiratory infection and yesterday morning her lung collapsed.  It was gut wrenching to watch our daughter wail and scream for Lucy to come back.  So we sat down and wailed with her.  Because hey.  It’s okay to be sad.  But I think it’s also okay to laugh about how we made her wear a pilgrim hat and play patty-paw (patty-cake) with herself.

One thing that’s always amazed me is how kids seem to see right through the veil.  Almost as if they know the truth.  Cali went to bed last  night under a pile of Lucy’s stinky cat toys, periodically waking to sob Lucy’s name.  This morning she woke up talking to Lucy as if she was sitting right beside her….just like she did every morning.

She said, “It’s school picture day.  You know Lucy is laughing at me right now, right?  With these braids and headband?  She’s totally laughing.”

She went to school with Lucy’s nasty hug-n-kick toy tucked away in her back-pack.  So I guess we’re all doing okay.  It just sucks, you know?

One thing I passed on to Cali like DNA is an unencumbered love for music.  Music heals.  I’ve taught her that since birth.  So it was no surprise when the first thing she did after hearing about Lucy was head straight to her playlists.  She has an oddly eclectic musical palate for an 8 year old.  She’s the one who told me about Lindsey Stirling.

So Lucy You Big Dummy (a beloved nickname).  This one is for you.  And me.  And Cali.  And Daddy.

Miley Cyrus Smells Like Failure

26 Aug

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So this morning my kid is eating Lucky Charms when she sees a recap of Miley Cyrus’ dirty-butt performance at last night’s MTV VMA awards.  I tried to change the channel but it was too late.  She had questions.  Like…”Hey, didn’t you buy me some discount lipgloss from Walmart that had her Disney face on it?”

Psh.  Don’t be ludicrous, child.  To which she sucked her teeth and replied, “Mm hm.”

I could sit here and bust insults all morning, but I shall refrain.  Because I’m a good person.  So let me just put some perspective on this.  In case ya’ll forgot.

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Oh, and in case you have no morals.

 

 

The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill

7 May

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Sooo….Lauryn Hill just got busted for not paying over1 million smackers in back taxes and was sentenced to three months in jail.  And pay back The Man.  The fact that another big money maker evaded their taxes isn’t the real story here.  It’s Lauryn’s reaction to her arrest.

Lauryn claimed that the music industry was mean and threatened her with blacklisting and bad reviews.  Which is why she decided to dip out of the music scene.  Apparently the tax evasion took place within this career purgatory.  Apparently she offered up a string of excuses for her violations, but to them the judge said ‘Poo Poo”.

So when all else fails…throw down the slavery card.  Lauryn told that judge, “I was put into a system I didn’t know the nature of.  I’m a child of former slaves.  I got into an economic paradigm and had that imposed on me.  I sold 50 million units, now I’m up here paying a tax debt.  If that’s not likened to slavery, I don’t know what is.”

Well, Lauryn.  Let me share my own story of economic slavery.

“My parents and teachers never told me nothing about filing taxes and mathematical equations of refusals to cooperate.  I’m a child of a preacher man.  I got myself into an uncomfortable situation because I showed up at the post office 15 minutes before midnight on April 15th and paid a hobo $25 to do my taxes.  (True story.)  Now you want to impose regulations and tutorials and whatnot?  Psht. Ain’t nobody got time for that.”

Parental Brilliance

8 Dec

Posted on August 10, 2011 by April Trice

I love Katy Perry.  Seriously…I do.  Her tunes are bouncy, she’s beautiful in that classic sort of way and she can rock a night brace like none other.  But did you know she used to have blonde hair, a different last name and sing Jesus songs? Yeah.  She took ‘cross-over’ to a whole new level.

Anyway…if you have a small kid, you know that out of 5 million words in a day, they’ll hone right in on the nasty inappropriate ones…repeating them loudly in church, school and grocery store check-out lines;  meanwhile, you’re left standing there trying to defend your pathetic lack of parental monitoring.  (When this happens, I usually blame the public school system.)

For Cali’s first three years of life, the only television channel she watched was Noggin (pre-commercials).  It was also during this time that she ate oatmeal and eggs…and never begged for stupid toys that squirt cookie dough and glow-in-the-dark paint.  I can’t really pin-point the exact time we exposed her to the other televised programming for children.  All I know is that after that, she started swilling Bubba Cola, walking like a hunchback, picking her nose and wearing peculiar things upon her head.  She also refused to eat roughage.  Truth be told, she became plumb ignorant.

(See pics below for verification.)

So back to Katy Perry.  My kid is also a big fan because I have my iPod chuck full of her tunes.  We’ll have the sunroof open, cruising down Slappey Boulevard, singing about extraterrestrials and fireworks.  It was during one of these jaunts that my iPod’s battery died and we were left with nothing but talking space.  So she’s back there, slurping on a Slurpee, looking like a hillbilly when she asks:

“Mama.  What’s a menage a trois?”

A WHAT THE WHAT?!

“A menage a trois.  Katy Perry talked about that’s what she could have might have did last Friday night.”

*crickets*

And in my most brilliant parental save-a-scene to date, I replied:

“Chinese food.  It’s Chinese food.  She had Chinese food last Friday night.”

Katy…consider yourself censored

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