Losing My Blog Virginity
Up until now, I’ve been a blog virgin, but I decided to get ‘with it’ and hop on the Blog Wagon like everyone else in the world.
And thank God, too, because how much longer could the internet survive without my mindless prattling? (A: Not long)
Speaking of virginity, today on my drive to work, I thought about that band The Cherry Poppin’ Daddies. I hadn’t thought about them since their little album came out. It was all the rage among my peers. Back then, whenever I heard the name I thought about a lollipop, or a cherry-flavored candy. Well, luckily, I blocked that band out for years- until today. For some reason, the name appeared in my head. And I realized what it meant. Good for me.
Or not so good. Can I just say: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW. What the heck kind of a name for a band is that. I don’t know what exactly they mean by “daddy” in this case, but I’m hoping it’s like “sugar daddy” and not “father daddy.” Because if it is the latter, I will punch the next person I see. Even if it’s the former, it’s still horrible. I don’t see how that concept relates to the Swing revival of the mid-90’s. Yuck.
On to better things:
I was on Pandora.com and a song came on by The University of North Texas One o’clock Lab Band. What?! That’s awesome. It’d be like reading a book by Professor Kenton’s 230 Chem Lab.
Also, last night Christy and I crashed Donnie’s birthday party. You see we went to the Oyster House in Studio City for a beer and when we arrived we were greeted by a man dressed as Merlin, who beckoned us inward, through a band that was playing really loud music. So, we weaved through, between the drummer and the guitarist, past Merlin, to a table. Turns out it was some guy named Donnie’s birthday. So, we had a drink, and we had some popcorn and then we bolted. The band was called Grandaddy Purple (I believe in honor of Merlin). And in addition to having its very own sorcerer, it also had a Wiggly woman in a Purple Sequined Hat. She and Merlin (who by the way was a septuagenarian AT LEAST) sort of “air-humped,” as Christy most eloquently put it, to the songs. I think they call it “dancing.” But it wasn’t like any dancing I’d ever seen before. At one point, the lead singer said, “K. Now we’d like to do a song that– it’s one of Donnie’s favorites, and he likes to sing with us. And ’cause he’s not tending bar tonight, we’d like to invite him up. To sing it. Or sing anything, or say some poems, or whatever he wants. ‘Cause it’s his birthday.” Donnie wasn’t actually listening, which was awkward. But eventually, he made it up there, and began … reciting back up vocals. Needless to say, Christy and I made a quick exit. We didn’t even wait for the check. We left a wad of cash on the table and split. We grossly overpaid, but I think it was worth it, just to get out of that uncomfortable situation.
Phew! I just did a blog!! Good for me.
Amazing feat! I did one recently, and in addition to my pitiful newness, Blogger wasn’t working right and it took me three days to get the pictures loaded and the rest of it edited and ready to go!
The “Daddies” would’ve been the perfect band to record and perform a composistion by my esteemed colleague, J. Bazz. His song was titled, “When A Band Loves A Woman”—done to the tune of a SIMILARLY titled piece by Percy Sledge…..or Sister Sledge…..or, was it Sledge-Hammer?…..