AMEN – THE TEENIE BOPPERS ARE GONE!

Let me just caution anyone out there who wants to blog about a particular boy-band that’s highly popular right now and consists of 3 brothers.  If you do, and you only write 1 witty, insightful, observational blog entry and just happen to post a picture you found on another site…bad things will happen to you. 

What are those bad things?  Well, you’ll have entirely too much traffic from the afforementioned folks in this blog entry’s title.  They will have to gush about their life long love and devotion to these 3 young men because they truly want the world to know how much they love this musical group.  Then, when you get so much traffic, the photo you put on your blog entry becomes the first hit in google images when you type in the full band name.  UGH.  Then you have to talk to google to let them know you’ve removed the photo because you’re sick of dealing with the teenagers, and it takes about 2 weeks for the nosy, no-blog readers to stop coming.

All I am saying is caution folks, caution.  You may proceed.

WHAT I DO TO ANNOY MY HUSBAND

The list would go on for pages so I’m only going to focus on something I’ve done in the past weeks, with the exclusive desire to annoy my hubby because an ex-friend we call Lunkhead was right when he suspected I was an evil b*tch from hell.  You see, I have a tendency to get things stuck in my head and if I like them, I listen to them repeatedly because I just do.  So, when I heard the following song on SiriusXM’s Broadway Channel, it was stuck in my head for DAYS:

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So while trying to explain how awesome the guy sounds when singing the title, I purchased it hastily on my iPod touch and began to play it for the Jim.  He was not pleased.  I love it. It’s funny.  The Jim remarks that he sounds like an old engine revving up or like Bert from Sesame Street.  I enjoy it, but it fits my sadist profile I suppose.

SENSELESS DESPISING

 

Courtesy Wikipedia

There’s an festering annoyance in my house that comes up every time the Jim discusses avant garde musical instruments and I wanted to state my case right now for two items that I pray will NEVER make their way into our home.  

 

One item is a little number that Please Feed the Monkeys and the Jim located at a past NAMM convention, and is rumored to be residing in our home at this very moment, but I can’t seem to find it.  The nasty item is the ZYDECO TIE.  Look, I’m not a big fan of zydeco or bluegrass (sorry, sorry), but this just seems tacky to me.  I mean, it’s bad enough to bring a washboard on stage with you but to ramp up your fashion sense, you choose to add a metal necktie to your zydeco-wonderment?  Ewww.

The other item is as bad as a piano key necktie, and instills fear deep within me.  I despise the KEYTAR, with all senseless reasoning.  I mean, what better way to show that you’re not as “cool” as the lead guitarist other than to strap-on a keyboard and go to town!  Seriously.  I hate this tech-mod-monster.  Even Justin Timberlake’s really well done concert recently featured it.  Look, I love the 80s, but could we please keep this in the closet?  

I don’t know why I hate these things, but I do and I say this because I’m heading to VIBE salon and they play fabulous music videos…where no doubt the evil Keytar occasionally shows up.  Wish me luck.