<p>Interpretations of Beatles classics. Well, in the Alley I think we have some instruments that the boy children left behind from one of their gigs - when they were still analog that is. But I am not sure I want to hear “Here I stand, head in hands, with my face to the wall…” played badly on S’s old saxophone he would bring home from school on occasion…</p>
<p>What I really want is Bill Murray in the Alley, singing Star Wars, as he would do on Saturday Night Live.</p>
<p>I can’t summon witty but we can rehash old SNL episodes, that’s always good for embarassing moments:).</p>
<p>[heavily edited. I can’t seem to stop myself. It’s kind of frightening. :eek:]</p>
<p>I was going for Bill Murray, Alu. "Couple in the back. Just walked in. Your first trip to the Catskill’s? Enjoy. Strangers in the night Let me tell you about strangers. I don’t know any. All I have are friends I haven’t met yet. And I mean that. Exchanging glances. Remember to tip your waitresses and don’t forget Ralph at the bar. Lovers at first sight, sight, sight. Yeah. Let’s kick this baby into a new gear. Anybody remember 8-6-7-5-3-0-9? Sir, are you table dancing or should we get the heart paddles? "</p>
<p>My husband gave me all of the Beatles CDs and I’ve been working my way through them. I thought I liked the White Album. I must have been seriously stoned at the time. Each song is weirder than the next. Thankfully today was Abbey Road. Much better!</p>
<p>number nine…number nine… number nine… number nine… number nine…</p>
<p>If I didn’t have to spend so much time cooking, maybe I could sing with Marite and mythmom! This morning at 8:45 I gave S1 and S2 (each): two pieces of turkey bacon, two pieces of toast, one boiled egg, half an apple and half an orange. At 9:00 we got into the car to drive to NYC to see their allergist. At 9:01, S1 begged me to stop at McDonald’s so that he could have a breakfast sandwich (he was still starving). I got each of them a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel (S2 wanted one, too). S1 finished and asked me to find another McDonald’s. He was still hungry. No time. 11:45: we meet DH in NYC for lunch after allergist appt. Huge lunches for both boys. </p>
<p>They are both really skinny. S1’s pants hang well below his waist, showing about 6" of his plaid boxers (all covered with t-shirts). Tapeworm or growth spurt?</p>
<p>OK here’s what I hope will be a good laugh from this past weekend. (/me waves hello!)</p>
<p>TFSFH was picked up by his aunt on Fri. evening and taken to the club near campus where his uncle’s (my brother) group was playing that night. (Aside: both TFSFH and my brother are drummers, it’s one of the many ways they’re alike.) TFSFH is allowed to drink cokes and sit at the table with his aunt, and occasionally the band will let him sit in on drums. And so it was this weekend! S-I-L apparently called me on her cellphone that night so I could hear him playing, but I didn’t get the call. I asked him later how it went.</p>
<p>“It was awesome! We did great, I was just perfect, and then right near the end of the song, Jim the guitarist looked over at me and nodded and I figured, ‘Ooooooh kay, time for MY SOLO!’ so I went WAILING, it was really a GREAT drum solo! And then I looked up and they were all looking at each other and at me, and it turns out his nod meant ‘the song is over’ but instead I went wailing on a solo. But it was an awesome solo and everybody there thought it was great anyway, so yeah, it was all good.”</p>
<p>Leave it to my kid to take off on an extended drum solo instead of ending the song. Heh. Well, at least it was a good solo, right? I must admit, I laughed fully out loud when he told me that.</p>
<p>I am reminded of the joke about the incessant jungle drumming that bothers the tourists…but they are assured it’s nothing to worry about. Rather, they should be alarmed when the drumming STOPS. “When drums stop, bass solo begins!” :eek:</p>
<p>Just trying to help out curm. He was dying up there. ;)</p>
<p>So this horse walks into a bar, the bartender takes one look at him and says, “Why the long face?” (Ba dum ching-rim shot from mootie’s son.)
I am Prymat, He is Beldar.</p>
<p>What would you do if I sang out of tune,
Would you stand up and walk out on me,
Lend me your ear and I’ll lend you my voice
And I’ll try not to sing out of key,</p>
<p>Oh I’ll get by with a little help from my friends,
Gonna try with a little help from friends
With a little help from my friends…</p>
<p>Do you find it strange to hear Joe Cocker’s voice coming out of a 5’2" woman?</p>
<p>So I actually gave birth to a conehead. Had to push for an hour with D, first kid, and when she was born she looked like she had come out of a toothpaste tube.</p>
<p>My mother said she was terrified when she saw her, an hour after birth, but just didn’t want to tell me.</p>
<p>But at the Alley, it’s not just Cheezeburters, Cheezeburters, Petsi, is it?</p>
<p>Is it?</p>
<p>TFSFH. He can come do a guest gig and solo behind Bill Murray. Did he ever sing Feelings?</p>
<p>And, my sister and I were actually madly in love with Dan Ackroyd in the early '80’s…watching reruns in my apartment after business school.</p>
<p>Mommusic, I just heard that joke from my son. Usually his jokes involve violas. He claims there are no cello jokes, surely there must be some. Know any?</p>
<p>Haha. My S tells viola jokes too. He is, of course, a violinist. He has, however, taken up the viola in the past year or two, but he keeps it secret.</p>
<p>mathmom: can’t think of any cello jokes offhand. </p>
<p>There’s always the Woody Allen sight gag–he’s playing cello in the marching band and keeps dragging his chair along to sit down and play occasionally.</p>
I must admit, I laughed fully out loud when he told me that.</p>