When I was growing up Dear Old Dad and his best friend would play Tom Lehrer records and So Long Mom (A Song for World War III) was one of their favorite tracks. We sang it on hunting trips – and the freaky-weird @#%$ that happened on those hunting trips ensured that the songs became a huge part of my childhood.
Given what is happening in the news all I can think of is how remarkable it is that a scary majority of Tom Lehrer’s work is still topical . . .
This why I love the Internet.
After I posted the bit about Mozart writing dirty songs I got a blip letting me know that somebody linked to the article on Google+. I clicked on the notice out of curiosity and, like Alice down the rabbit hole, I found wonderful things.
The first thing I found was an article where Makoto Fujimura answers a question concerning art, reason, ideology, and the death of Pete Seeger.
THat article/video led me to discover an absolutely lovely folk EP by The Goodly Beggars.
I love it when I run across things just by wandering around. If you don’t care where you are, then you ain’t lost.
Mental Floss has a neat article about some of Mozart’s more, um, unusual compositions. it’s a great read for anybody who claims that today’s music is somehow less refined than it was in the good old days.
Mental Floss: 3 Dirty Songs by Mozart
And before anybody asks, yes, I still have the unfinished manuscript for my own collection of naughty songs arranged for banjo. Someday, Bawdy Banjo: Tunes of Unbridled Ribaldry will go to print. I just have a lot of projects to finish first.
Picked up my Martin and ran through some old chestnuts. “Walk On By”, “The Green Green Grass of Home”, “The Town I Loved So Well”, “I Still Miss Someone” and a bunch of others.
My shoulder was okay, but my biceps tendon was screaming until I got the guitar neck at an angle where my arm was, shall we say, functioning harmoniously.
The best part was realizing that, as I continue to heal, I have the privilege of rediscovering my guitar all over again.
This evening Amy and I baked up a fresh batch of cornbread and surprised our neighbors when we called and told them to come over and get a slice while it was still hot.
When you think about it, there is an interesting series of events at play here. Having your mom teach you how to make cornbread (hers is still better than mine!), baking cornbread with your wife, sharing cornbread and having a slice of cornbread yourself after everybody else is taken care of. Each experience is equally priceless – and, much like the ingredients for cornbread, wonderfully simple.
I hope everybody on the East Coast is safe during this wild blizzard, and I hope you all find something to share with your neighbors to warm up these winter nights.
This was not an easy day. A long visit with the doctor followed by a long and painful rehab session to start getting my shoulder back in shape.
Other things went wrong today. The score was February 10th 100 points, Amy and Patrick 0. We were oh so very tired and I was hurting badbadbad.
Then a package arrived from the UK. Amy actually jumped for joy when she tore open the envelope and discovered a signed copy of the new Harp and a Monkey album, All Life Is Here – and to top it off there was a note from the band.
Seeing Amy so happy turned the whole day – hell, the whole week – around.
Hedgehogs are like banjos. Occasionally prickly, but always able to brighten a gloomy day.