...it's got a funky beat and I can bug out to it

There was a request tonight for more music posts.

Ta-da!







And a little end o' semester teacher's song:

2 funk E, I'm just

http://www.ronwinter.tv/drums.html

Sunday Night Musical Tribute

Hello all. Unlike Roof Almighty Harrogate believes strongly in straight-up here's a cool song posts.

Here's a song Harrogate has listened to at least once a day since he discovered its existence early last week. This badass's name is Shawn Mullins. The record is Honeydew, the sublime song is called "Cabbagetown." Roof, you'll like this Song. Harrogate's gonna go ahead and chalk it up in the label, in fact,

Harrogate will be buying this record at the nearest opportunity.

This is one of those songs, you just sit back and let it happen.

Musical sidebar

I don't play the straight "here's a cool song" game very often. So it is with great resignation that I offer this gem. I don't know what else to do with it.

This song has colonized me.



It has been this and The Lonely Island's "I'm on a Boat" all day.

A Paradelle for Roof Almighty, Because Roof Once Indicated on Facebook That He Likes Paradelles

A lot of the scholarship on this poem, ranging from Collins' own words to a Wikipedia entry, suggests the poet was not being serious with this poem, but was rather Funning with Form. But hey. Make your own call.

"A Paradelle for Susan"

by Billy Collins

I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
I remember the quick, nervous bird of your love.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Always perched on the thinnest, highest branch.
Thinnest love, remember the quick branch.
Always nervous, I perched on your highest bird the.
—
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
It is time for me to cross the mountain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
And find another shore to darken with my pain.
Another pain for me to darken the mountain.
And find the time, cross my shore, to with it is to.
—
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
The weather warm, the handwriting familiar.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
Your letter flies from my hand into the waters below.
The familiar waters below my warm hand.
Into handwriting your weather flies you letter the from the.
—
I always cross the highest letter, the thinnest bird.
Below the waters of my warm familiar pain,
Another hand to remember your handwriting.
The weather perched for me on the shore.
Quick, your nervous branch flew from love.
Darken the mountain, time and find was my into it was with to to.

Why you aren't cool enough. Yes, you. -or- "It's so strange, eye'm more comfortable around U when eye'm naked"

Whether it is the Santa-riding, the fact that he out-James-Browns James Brown, the entire deconstruction of "singing" and "clapping," or the utter chaos he leaves in his wake-- this is the sign you've been waiting for that you should try harder.

Yes, you.

Wednesday Musical Tribute: There is No Point in Grabbing Hold of Your Socks, for They Are About to Be Knocked Off

Not so very long ago a'tall, we had a wondrous thread running in which Contributors indicated what their entrance music would be. There were far too many contributors who did not respond. What would p-duck's entrance music be, for example? What about paperweight? Etc. Ye who ignored the call, know who ye are, and the litany of those who have yet to respond stands as a blight on our noble blog. So here Harrogate offers redemption. What would your entrance music be?

Meanwhile, those who already responded can of course feel free to change their minds, or offer alterntatives here. Harrogate unsurprisingly stands by his choice of "2001: A Space Odyssey." Still, Ennio Morricone's Transcendant piece, "The Man With the Harmonica" (careful with this link it is so freaking good it might make you cry), finishes a VERY CLOSE SECOND.

Which brings us to today's Harrogateian Musical Tribute. Bear Witness as Muse tears "The Man With the Harmonica" a new one, and then performs a breathtaking segue into "Knights of Cydonia."

Toooo sweet.

Now, as you pump your fist, I reminisce

Harrogate's right: let's celebrate this weekend before the tension slams back down next week.

Although I am going to avoid aiming at early-70s Adult Contemporary of Chicago V (and they have entire albums that sounded like that, man!).

"The cracker over there / He try to keep it yesteryear"

I offer this not just as a McCain dig, but because this song--hell, this album-- marked the awakening of my political mind. At least at a level deeper than "there's nothing on TV because of this dang Iran-Contra hearing."

I also credit this album for my not becoming a racist, d-bag cretin, but that's a whole other story.

'Everybody hates a tourist": A secret message for the Republican Party

"They're laughing at you and the stupid things you do"





Well, maybe they will "fail like common people," right, Bill?



"There's nothing else to do."

Update:

Did you want to add something, Keith?

Monday Musical Tribute

Sean Lennon's 2006 Album Friendly Fire, Harrogate has only been listening to at least once a week for the last two years running. That's all. Other than that he's pretty uncommitted about the quality of the songs.

Here's one to accompany that afternoon cup of coffee.

Wednesday Musical Tribute

Tom Waits. "Take Care of All My Children."

Somewhere, on a metaphorical street corner where it is always night and the fog is always thick, lamentation and hope cross ways.

I want to call this post "Sarah, Palin and Tall"

Though it has nothing to do with the video.

This just makes me happy. Not tickle-fight happy, but it reminds me why I hide from politics in the arts.

Cold War Kids - "St John" (live and moving)

McConaughey on Childbirth

Matthew McConaghey recently shared with OK! Magazine his experience during the birth of his child. It amazes me how similar his experience is to my own. We must have read the same book on becoming a dad (or at the very least, skimmed the chapter on the father's role during labor and delivery). He says...

We found a great rhythm. Contractions started kicking in. I sat there with her, right between her legs. We got tribal on it, we danced to it! I was DJ-ing this Brazilian music.

I have it all chronicled. Becoming a dad is something I've dreamed of doing since I was 10. Becoming a father felt very, very natural. We were jamming! She was sweating. No painkiller, let's go. She just clicked into that gear that only a woman has at a time like this. We'd been up for 40-something hours, and we went from dead tired to a really steadfast, 'Let's handle this… let's stay in the rhythm. Don't let the contraction be more than you.'

Happy Friday Musical Tribute

A great musical experience this fair Friday afternoon, as we ease into the weekend.

It has been more than a year since Roof Almighty introduced Harrogate to the music of Joanna Newsome. Let this also be, then, a Tip of the Hat to him.