Monday, September 29, 2003

Child Pimp Suits

I suppose I should be horrified

But THIS is pretty funny. Apparently trick-or-treating has changed a lot since I was a kid...

Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Sing Ho!

Wrote this today - tried to get my songwriting buddies to chime in. Didn't happen. You can sing it to the tune of Sweet Molly Malone, but I'll try to come up with something different. And I had to change the names slightly to protect the guilty...

Oh yeah - big parental advisory on this one...

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.



Sweet Mandy had hair of a fine flaxen hue,
And she'd laugh as I kissed her pink orbs in a kneel,
But then one day she spurned me, "I couldn't love you,
For I must find a man whose tall lance makes me squeal!"

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.



Crazy-eyed Nanette, more stalker than belle,
She learned at my knee of the world, of the flesh,
Years later, I met her, amidst a dry spell,
She teased, then she cackled — a bitter, sour wench!

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.



Me and Fannie was drunk, sure and I was still green,
We rolled on the grass, she was done, I withdrew,
Then in daylight I saw her, a sobering scene,
Mourned my stained knees, lost innocence, broken fly too!

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks (??) and her money and pimp will be gone.



Lucienza was hungry, a fiery Italian,
In my wagon we trysted, her panties enpursed,
Next day, told her girlfriends that I was no stallion
more schnauzer than steed, and more gherkin than wurst!

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.



Round Sharon was randy, an eager dark lass,
with an eye for rough pleasure, and forbidden whim,
She, the night that we parted, pledged love to the last,
But next evening was making the beast, astride Tim.

Sing ho!, for the hoor and take comfort, poor john,
Soon her looks and her money and pimp will be gone.


Maybe more verses coming, but I'm about out of exes.

Tuesday, September 16, 2003

Mixolydian Mode

Mixolydian Mode

This guy's too cool to just mention in a post, so watch for him to be added to the sidebar. I know it's a St. Blog's page (so why aren't you linking from your St. Cecilia page, Jay???), but it strikes my musical fancy far more than it resonates with the churchy part of my persona.

Anyhow, modern technology meets the ancient troubador, or something. Very cool site. Visit it! Now!

Are you still here???

Monday, September 15, 2003

Lauren has arrived

Some things are worth cross-posting

Just got a call - I'm a grandpa again!!! My son and his wife were expecting a baby girl at the end of October, but she's here already!!! Lauren is 7lbs., 4 oz., so best guess is the docs were 6-7 weeks off in their calculations. Mom and daughter are resting comfortably.

I'll try to get pics...

Thursday, September 11, 2003

9/11

September 11th

Over at my other blog, I posted a link to my CCM take on 9/11. For an entirely different view here are links (hi-fi/broadband --- lo-fi/dialup) to a collaboration of sorts that I did with Barry Morgan earlier this year. His lyrics, my melody and performance. It's a very rough sketch, featuring out-of-tune vocals, a what-the-heck-was-he-thinking drum track, and some over-the-top synth shredding. Listen at your own risk.

But I really was taken with Barry's lyric, and *I* like my melodic/harmonic environment (a tribute to Donald Fagen - I am SO not worthy...). Some context - (1) along with global and US politics, there's quite a bit of Latvian politics worked into this; and (2) the numbers all mean something. Very witty, deep writing from Barry. Worthy of a better performance, but I'm still working on it.

Lyrics copyright Barry Morgan, 2002. All rights reserved. Used with permission.
Music and performance copyright Jay Ricketts, 2003. All rights reserved.

Wednesday, September 10, 2003

Back

Back

Wow! Talk about withdrawal - Blogger hosed up my account for nearly a week, finally fixed it last night. Got my ID crossed with someone else. Mebbe I better come up with a better ID ( they used to be changeable - wonder if they still are).

Oh well, I forget what I was gonna say anyhow. Except here's a public service message from the RIAA:

Thursday, September 04, 2003

My Busted Fridge

Wish Me Luck

I entered the BLUE Microphone / Dr. Demento Summer Silly Song contest, just before the deadline.

Read about the contest here;

Read my lyrics (and a few other guys' lyrics) here; and

Listen to my song here (hifi/broadband) or here (lofi/dialup).

I'm actually hoping for second or third place, since I already have a BLUE Baby Bottle mic, the first prize offering. But I'll setlle. Ha ha.

Oh, and if you're really bored, you can read about what my homerec pals had to say about the recording here.

Wednesday, September 03, 2003

Limerick

There once was a jam in Connecticut

'twas all beer, camaraderie, and rough etiquette
But that reccer jgourd had
broadcast and recorded
the proof that the jams were patheticut.


They've been putting the recordings of the jams out there. Wow. Freebird was especially painful...

Don't even ask. I'm NOT posting links.