2010
Birthday Present
Snowball from Blue Microphones
Joyce gave me a $100 gift card to the Apple Store for my birthday. I used it to buy a Snowball Microphone from Blue Microphones. I hooked it up today and this is my first attempt at recording music. I’m more of a guitar player than singer so you are just as much a part of this experiment as I am.
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Can’t believe I already have requests!
Joyce – Cooler than Me
Amy – Rainbow Connection
Alright, this is good, I get to learn more songs and practice the singing.
Thanks!
Also, I built a little website, http://www.taintkicker.com . It’s a site where I can rant about people in the news. Hopefully people find my rants amusing.
Today I thank: Joyce, Jack, Gina, LB, Amy
2010
It’s not easy being green
Sorry, reading the lyrics off the internet.
Genny and I were chatting online. We worked together at MOLI.com in Florida and I haven’t seen Genny in a while. Her dad was in the hospital and in bad shape. She’s trying to keep it together but it has been difficult. Our common bond is having to take care of our fathers. As bad as I feel about my own situation, she is 10 years younger than me and life must seem even more unfair.
She shared with me a memory of her father entertaining her when she was a child. He would hide behind the foot of the bed with Kermit the Frog puppet in hand, and sing “It’s Not Easy Being Green” for her lullaby.
My father was not that type. Parenting was a woman’s job. But I think in his way, he loved his children. He just didn’t know how to show it.
Genny, I hope your dad gets better soon. I know this is a poor substitute, and I only had a couple of hours to prepare, but this one is for you.
Today I thank: Genny, Joyce, Anthony, Simcha, Jack
The original version
2010
Who says I can’t get stoned
Texas de Brazil in Ft. Lauderdale
Tomorrow a group of us are going to Plataforma, a churrascaria in Manhattan. I can’t stop thinking about the delicious skewers of meat. Health be damned, you gotta live once in a while.
Last night I couldn’t sleep so I decided to learn “Who Says” by John Mayer. I went to see Mayer’s concert at Madison Square Garden a few weeks ago. And although I’m a big fan, I had not listened to the album much before the show. I had felt that each album since Room for Squares progressively gotten more overproduced. It was no longer John Mayer, the singer/guitar player bearing his soul but the commercial entity that employed a big production. He’s has gone Hollywood.
Toward the end of the show, he played “Who Says”. The opening verse is: “Who says I can’t get stoned, turn off the lights and the telephone. Me in my house alone, who says I can’t get stoned.”
I’m not much of a recreational drug user, it’s certainly been many years since I had done any of the sort. I was intrigued by the lyric and instantly hooked.
The song is not about drug use. It’s about freedom. Freedom to make your own rules, to make your own mistakes. It has been a very long night in New York City, and certainly a long time since 20 too. But I do remember you.
John Mayer – “Who Says” Lyrics
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Turn off the lights and the telephone
Me and my house alone
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t be free?
From all of the things that I used to be
Re-write my history
Who says I can’t be free?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Baton Rouge
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Call up a girl that I used to know
Fake love for an hour or so
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Who says I can’t take time?
Meet all the girls on the county line
Then wait on fate to send a sign
Who says I can’t take time?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long night in Austin too
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
Who says I can’t get stoned?
Plan a trip to Japan alone
Doesn’t matter if I even go
Who says I can’t get stoned?
It’s been a long night in New York City
It’s been a long time since 20 too
I don’t remember you looking any better
But then again I don’t remember you
