willerror wrote:Spent the day off work listening to Gang of Four and Richard Hell and Waylon J and such like as I drank my Evan Wms; now, as I drink some Laphroaig 10-year it makes me a bit sentimental so... seasonally-appropriately Vince Guaraldi's Charlie Brown Xmas.
The Charlie Brown song is one that bonded my little family together. When the baby cries, I sing her that song with nonsense syllables that go along with the music. There's a break in the song that's got a higher energy than the rest, and that part I sing out a little louder than the rest, and make the baby dance more. It's kind of the mosh pit part. I grab her little arms and make her beat drums to the beat. She closes her eyes and laughs and squeals while daddy flails her arms around in front of her. DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit
willerror wrote:Spent the day off work listening to Gang of Four and Richard Hell and Waylon J and such like as I drank my Evan Wms; now, as I drink some Laphroaig 10-year it makes me a bit sentimental so... seasonally-appropriately Vince Guaraldi's Charlie Brown Xmas.
The Charlie Brown song is one that bonded my little family together. When the baby cries, I sing her that song with nonsense syllables that go along with the music. There's a break in the song that's got a higher energy than the rest, and that part I sing out a little louder than the rest, and make the baby dance more. It's kind of the mosh pit part. I grab her little arms and make her beat drums to the beat. She closes her eyes and laughs and squeals while daddy flails her arms around in front of her. DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit DA DA DA DA duh dit dit dit duh dit dit duh dit dit duh dit
That's so fun, she loves it.
That was so sweet I may need insulin, but thanks. Babies are the best people in the world, aren't they?
There's worse I tell you. Way, way worse. Some '90s eurodance is so bad it's good. But to be fair I must say I'm biased, because who wouldn't like something that , no matter how cringeworthy, reminds you of carefree times?
Die Götter sind besoffen, der Olymp ist vollgekotzt.
Lawrence Welk is the reason I was the only kid in my neighborhood who never saw The Wonderful World of Disney. My mom had old lady tastes; when she was a teenager, she became a member of the Lawrence Welk fan club. Every year until I was in my twenties I think, she got a Christmas card from the old coot.
Going to happy hour and not drinking is like going to an orgy and masturbating. You just took a great idea and turned it into a circle jerk. -Sixpack595
I know what I'll be listening to when I get off this computer (It's weird. My so-called "smartphone" can get MDM and read the boards, but everytime I try to post something with it, I've got to log in again); the music of Barry. John Barry, in the form of a 007 double-feature, You Only Live Twice and Diamonds are Forever. The perfect soundtrack for my latest martini experiment (see "What are you drinking?).
May you all be hung, drawn, and quartered!
Yes, HUNG - with precious metals and jewels
DRAWN - in a coach and four
and QUARTERED - in the finest homes in the land.
