Posted on 04/04/2009 10:34:38 AM PDT by kimmie7
Okay guys, while I applaud the entrepreneurial (sp?) spirit of the young men down the street, while they wash cars for folks they keep their stereos going.
Surprise of all surprises, they never play a lovely concerto or opera. They play ghetto "music". All you can hear is bass and the occasional obscenity.
Because I am an old, um, severely un-tanned woman, I plan to play music as I wash the minivan, weed the flowerbed, walk to the mailbox, whatever...whenever they are playing their music. That's right folks - a regular Battle of the Bands!
Keeping in mind they would love much of the very "music" we hate...I'd like your suggestions to add to my boom box sitting on the front porch. Opera, Polka, what do you suggest? And to keep them interested I'll need a good variety.
Because these concerts will end when they realize they need to turn theirs down (and they will, I think. They don't seem to be bad kids...just kids) the selections will need to be cheap and easily obtained.
I couldn’t agree more! I’ll never forget when Newsweek and Time had this talentless hack on their covers the same week....way back in the ‘70’s I believe.
Lou Reed - Metal Machine Music
The Stooges - LA Blues
Zip-A-Dee-Doo-Dah
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LcxYwwIL5zQ
How about the worst song ever recorded:
“Does the Spearmint Lose Its Flvor on the Bedpost Overnight” by the Happiness Boys ((1924).
Or, perhaps “Ice Cream” (I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream) by Waring’s Pennsylvanians (1928)
Or, to follow up on the "It's a Small World" suggestion, the perfect accompaniment would be Raffi singing "The Song that Never Ends", and have it on an endless loop.
We check out a lot of bad music from the library. At least we get to give it back, unlike the bad music the Offspring buy, like Scandinavian Cello Metal.
That was fascinating!
HEY!!! I like (and own) all of those!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Geez, I’m old.
Agreed.
Thank Heaven I was semi-alert and was able to click the “back” button before it loaded.
Are you insane, man?? I want some grass left in the yard! Either it would be trampled by amorous rednecks (I do live in KY after all) or would shrivel and die.
The only place that song belongs is at Club Gitmo.
Okay, that was just wrong.
Nice jukebox, tho.
Watch this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7-NOZU2iPA8
You’re probably right.
It occurs to me that one of them is featured quite often in the local sports mag I design. He is quite the gifted basketball player. Hmmm. If fire with fire doesn’t work, I wonder if the threat of photoshop will.
I suppose the words are alright, but it just doesn’t yell “come ye apart” to me. I made a giant leap with Toby. Of course, I was an original Petra fan.
Metal Ping List
It doesn’t have to be bad music, just music they don’t like. Try some old Judas Priest, only if they refuse to be reasonable.
There’s no reason to be a jerk.
Captain Beefheart-Trout mask replica.If your not familar with his music,it’s totally off the wall and it’ll drive you nuts.Myself,it’s right up my alley.
That's The William Tell Overture by Tchaichovski (sp?). Try The 1812 Overture. It's got cannons.
Well, dear...here is the thing. It’s not a good thing, but it is a thing.
This is a nice neighborhood. No mcMansions here, but good, modestly sized houses. We still live here because a child born 3 months early at Vanderbilt costs around $1 million and we don’t do bankruptcy.
The first full day we lived here, there was a little boy with a deep, dark tan playing in our back yard. He was a cute little thing, around 6 and left to pretty much raise himself. Mama was an alcoholic. He hid when hubs called him down for throwing rocks at our metal outbuilding because he liked the sound.
Through the years, we befriended this little one and introduced him to our friend Jesus. When he was left outside on his own, we took him in and gave him a good meal. We always returned him back home safe and sound when his mom sobered up. One night hubby even picked his mama up out of the front yard and got her in when then-preteen boy could not.
Finally, the lure of money and the empty “love” offered by the streets in the city got him. For years we would only see him occasionally at WalMart (where he would yell - Mom! Dad! Caused some confusion, lol.) or when the police came looking for him. 9 years or so ago we found out he’d been dealing drugs and all the other bad stuff. He knew these other boys even then - and unbeknownst to us put the word out that anyone harming us or our home would be dealing with him and his gang.
3 years ago he showed up with the prettiest 2 children I’ve ever seen. The next day he sat on my porch (I don’t allow men inside when hubs isn’t home) and talked with my pastor. That day, he met - and accepted - my friend Jesus.
These are not bad children. Even if they were, they don’t really scare me. First I have my Father watching over me day and night. Secondly, I have Smith & Wesson doing the same. If I deal with them creatively, I know they will come asking. And I will have a chance to begin the cycle over again.
What joy!
Karen Carpenter. Yes, she had some good music, but it will drive them crazy. And blast it hard!
Kate Smith...God Bless America
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