Barring something totally unforeseen, the world and all its problems will still be with us tomorrow. So for today, it's time for some mirth.
For our first act of BFMD, we present OPEN THREAD UNO. Here's how it works:
You may post on any topic you'd like, but your post must either include:
1) A quote from any rock song you can think of, but it has to be one that an average reader would know -- i.e., better to quote the Beatles than Richard Hell and the Voidoids (for reasons explained below) -- or,
2) A limerick or haiku (we'll call this the Picklesworth exception).
The next poster must:
1) Tell us what the song quote is ("Gee NW, I think that's Born to Run by Springsteen") and then supply another song, limerick or haiku; if the last post was a limerick or haiku, the next poster can post another limerick or haiku or (degree of difficulty!) change it back to a song lyric by including a lyric in a limerick or haiku, to wit:
So c'mon, Wendy
Tramps like us baby we were
Born to run, whoa, whoa
This is why picking an easy song to recognize is important; the thread will grind to a halt quickly if it turns into "Stump the Band," or worse it will be dominated by Picklesworth. And we all know painful that could be.
2) Or, you can offer a joke instead. The joke must be better quality than what you would find on a Dixie Riddle Cup; please don't work blue.
More mirth anon. Play on, playas!
29 comments:
I love blogging. It's been fun making friends all over the country. I get a kick out of knowing that some of my best friends are people I've never met; but, I have this fear that, "if I leave here tomorrow, would you still remember me?"
Well played, kd. That would be "Free Bird."
The other good part about blogging is that I've renewed acquaintances with some old friends. That's great stuff, even though it brings back some memories and rivalries -- especially one guy I remember who didn't smoke the same cigarettes as me.
Hillary Clinton's confirmation as Secretary of State was rammed through quickly, like a Bat Out of Hell!
Thanks Mark, now I'm going to be thinking about this all day. Dang, I just can't quite come up with the song to that reference, and I always thought rock and roll never forgets. (okay, so come up with the artist instead of the title)
KD, that's the scratchy voiced dude from the late 70s, early 80s... Pete Seger? No, Bob Seger!
Follow me down to a bridge by a fountain,
While I try to figure out something to say.
Life is a challenge, it's a slog up the mountain,
And Rosey O'Donnell is gay!
I just can't get no satisfaction, unless I go out and google it. I knew it was the Stones, it was right there, I just couldn't whip it out from my big 10 inch, brain.
As far as our Poet Laureate's entry, I have no clue, I never was a big Kingston Trio fan. Darn, another one that's right on the tip of the big 10 inch.
Lemme help you out, kd: I'm thinking Picklesworth is referencing Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds, while you've got some classic Aerosmith going. My baby she loves my big 10 inch record.
Speaking of the Kingston Trio, have you seen those ads from Education Minnesota that are running now, essentially declaring that the teachers' unions won't accept any cuts? Hang down your head, Tom Dooher!
After all, we all know that crap is king.
I am the "Laundry Master" at Chez Night, so "Dirty Laundry" by Don Henley, erstwhile Eagle, was an easy one there, Mr. D.
And now that the Eagles are out of the playoffs Donovan McNabb love/hate relationship with the local fans has him saying, "Receive me brother with your faithless kiss, or will we leave each other alone like this on the streets of Philadelphia?"
(I'm leaving the door wide open here for the next competitor to pull out a Donovan lyric).
BRUUUUUUUCE! One of Mrs. D's favorite Springsteen songs, by the way.
We could travel to the Streets of Philadelphia by train, of course. Please don't miss this train at the station, 'cause if you miss it, I feel sorry, sorry for you.
And Donovan is still out there.
Gotta love the Love Train as recorded by the the OJays, or was it the Coors Light Singers? It kind of makes you wonder why no beer company, especially one with a "light" beer, hasn't hit upon the possibilities of "they call me mellow-yellow, quite rightly."
"Love Train", btw, shouldn't be confused with Cat Stevens' "Peace Train", the lyrics of which sound as if they were written especially for the 2009 inauguration.
Speaking of football, what's it been since the Vikings last made it to a Super Bowl? I think it was just about the time that a great ancient civilization disappeared.
Which begs the question--why can't our own Mr. Picklesworth come up with great poetry like they had back then:
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah, yeah, yeah-yeah-yeah,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I love you, girl;
Girl, I want to see you some day.
My antediluvian baby, oh yeah,
I want to see you some day, oh,
My antediluvian baby.
My antediluvian baby, I want to see you;
Hmmm, I'm going to have to go with the eponymous exception and just write a poem because I have no idea what KD is on about.
I told my friend that grillin' steak was fun.
Well Abe says, "Where do you want this killin' done?"
And I said "huh?"
And he said "why?"
Pass me some of that apple pie.
I think it can be
Very easily done on
Highway 61
I think KD has to go back, way back, back to the days of the trogyldytes!
Or maybe back to where he once belonged. It's tough to tell with him.
He'll sock it to you, daddy!
Jimmy Castor Bunch. Well played, good sir. Bet you didn't think anyone knew that one. Didn't I blow your mind that time?
Yep, you blew my mind there, but if you could read it, what a tale my thoughts would tell!
Gordon Lightfoot! Fellas, it's too rough to feed ya!
Who doesn't like a good sea chantey?
Tell it like it is, NW!
Yikes, some of these are a little obscure for me, but if you change your mind, I'm the first in line.
We'll take a chance on you, WBP.
There was something in the air that night, the stars were bright.
Well NW, I pull out a Donovan lyric and you don't catch it. I think it was considered the first rap song---Atlantis.
Sorry, KD - my Donovan period is all pretty hazy in my mind for some reason. Excuse me, while I kiss the sky.
Reading through this string of comments I think it's safe to say that we don't want to work, we just want to bang on the blogs all day!
Wow NW! You sounded like a Packers fan there for a second. I'm too stunned to even search for a lyric or verse.
WBP, how about "I got there in the nick of time, before he got his (fans) across the state line..."
"By the power of (google), I have the power!" But otherwise I wouldn't have know that you are quoting Ian Hunter and/or Great White. In any event, I'm really not too keen on the bite bite scene. But we have to keep this going round and round. Love will find a way; just give it time.
Oh my. Ratt. Wow. Out on the street, that's where we'll meet.
So if we're into rodentia:
The silicon chip inside her head is switched to overload.
There once was a man from Nantucket..
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Who carried a tune in a bucket (hush your dirty mind!!)
He cried with a wail as he emptied his pail,
Allll Abooooarrrd hah-ha-ha
but he didn't have a train so he'd truck it.
BTW--nice Rat Trap you have there.
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