Thursday, May 10, 2007
What George Thorogood could have taught Paris Hilton---On "Bad to the Bone"
Recently I had the occasion to overhear two teens talking and one gal said to another: "I'm getting sick and tired of hearing some girls market their judgment errors as product advantages."
I was still and said nothing. Here was someone who understood what Paris Hilton did not. I speculated that this teen had listened to George Thorogood---ALL of the songs and not just "Bad to the Bone."
Even when one reads the lyrics to Bad to the Bone :
On the day I was born, the nurses all gathered 'round
And they gazed in wide wonder, at the joy they had found
The head nurse spoke up, said leave this one alone
She could tell right away, that I was bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
I broke a thousand hearts, before I met you
I'll break a thousand more baby, before I am through
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
I'll make a rich woman beg, and I'll make a good woman steal
I'll make an old woman blush, and make a young girl squeal
I wanna be yours pretty baby, yours and yours alone
I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
When I walk the streets, kings and queens step aside
Every woman I meet, they all stay satisfied,
I wanna tell ya pretty baby, what I see I make my own
And I'm here to tell ya honey, that I'm bad to the bone
Bad to the bone
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
B-B-B-B-Bad
Bad to the bone
One does have to ask the deeper question: Where is the rest of the story? Where are the other lyrics?
The answer to that question is in the song, "Move it on Over"---which I have posted on the upper right side of the blog. Yes, the big old dog came in late after an evening of error, and found the door locked...and ended up sleeping in the doghouse. That is the rest of the story.
Looking back at "Bad to the bone", one sees the humorous and satiric side in George Thorogood---yes the deeper side to those bold lyrics.
Click on the post to read the story about the sculpture that is being unveiled in Brooklyn of Paris Hilton. Just before Prom Weekend.
I do think a thorough lesson plan on the lyrics and music of George Thorogood---Bad to the Bone as well as the "rest of the story" in Move it on Over should be included in the education of every young adult. One does need more than judgment errors to make a good marketing plan.
And yes.
Turn it up real loud. It's better loud.
Monday, May 28, 2007
Friday, May 4, 2007
Classic Observer: "The Fire Within"
The Fire Within
The other night at the Redevelopment Authority meeting, there was a group of excited folk busy working prior to the meeting. Well. It wasn't the usual adults that attend these sort of meetings. It was the kids of one of the staff members. Right prior to the meeting they were keeping themselves busy coloring pictures on sheets of paper.----Then they compared who had the best picture. And just as the meeting began, the other parent came and the kids left. What a disappointment. A lot of the excitement had just left the room.
I thought to myself when was the last time I had seen such excitement. It sure was infectious. Yes. I had seen it that very morning. I had wandered up to the FFA Plant Sale at the Evansville High School and in the green house had run across Mr. Krake also buying some hanging plants.
Always on the job as The Observer, I asked him, "Well, Mr. Krake, how are the sketches coming? Have you been keeping up the production?"
In a flash he whipped out a small sketch book from his pocket. "As a matter of fact, I have been quite busy, " he said. "These sketches were from a visit to the emergency room yesterday." "The waiting room, that is."
I really liked the sketch of the guy with the glasses, just about my age. Just when I was wondering what the price of the whole little sketch book would be, he left in a hurry to get his plants home.
The excitement. The very same excitement that the kids had demonstrated prior to the Redevelopment meeting was the same excitement that I had seen in Mr. Krake's face as he reviewed his sketches.
Last night was the Evansville High School Awards night, with the presentation of the academic awards and such. There were the usual quotations. The usual best wishes.
The best wish I have as the Observer is that the fire within will still be burning for these graduates 45 years from now as it is today. I hope they will never let anyone, or anything be a cheap bargain for the thing itself. The fire within.
Posted by Evansville Observer at 9:22 AM 0 comments
The other night at the Redevelopment Authority meeting, there was a group of excited folk busy working prior to the meeting. Well. It wasn't the usual adults that attend these sort of meetings. It was the kids of one of the staff members. Right prior to the meeting they were keeping themselves busy coloring pictures on sheets of paper.----Then they compared who had the best picture. And just as the meeting began, the other parent came and the kids left. What a disappointment. A lot of the excitement had just left the room.
I thought to myself when was the last time I had seen such excitement. It sure was infectious. Yes. I had seen it that very morning. I had wandered up to the FFA Plant Sale at the Evansville High School and in the green house had run across Mr. Krake also buying some hanging plants.
Always on the job as The Observer, I asked him, "Well, Mr. Krake, how are the sketches coming? Have you been keeping up the production?"
In a flash he whipped out a small sketch book from his pocket. "As a matter of fact, I have been quite busy, " he said. "These sketches were from a visit to the emergency room yesterday." "The waiting room, that is."
I really liked the sketch of the guy with the glasses, just about my age. Just when I was wondering what the price of the whole little sketch book would be, he left in a hurry to get his plants home.
The excitement. The very same excitement that the kids had demonstrated prior to the Redevelopment meeting was the same excitement that I had seen in Mr. Krake's face as he reviewed his sketches.
Last night was the Evansville High School Awards night, with the presentation of the academic awards and such. There were the usual quotations. The usual best wishes.
The best wish I have as the Observer is that the fire within will still be burning for these graduates 45 years from now as it is today. I hope they will never let anyone, or anything be a cheap bargain for the thing itself. The fire within.
Posted by Evansville Observer at 9:22 AM 0 comments
Tuesday, May 1, 2007
The Story of Julie; Or, "The Ballerina"
Tuesday, November 29, 2005
The Ballerina; Or, the Story of Julie
When Julie was in 7th grade, she came home one day to tell us of a fierce battle with one of her classmates, Adam. Right in the midst of the battle, Mrs. Berg, the music teacher, had spoken pretty directly to them both. She said, "You both are going to be cast opposite each other in lots of plays in the next 6 years, so you better get used to it, and quit fighting. " She was right.
For five years, Adam and Julie had major parts in lots of plays at school. Julie, who juat a few years prior had been so excited with ballet, now had her sights set on being a STAR. Not just in Wisconsin, but excuse me, in New York. Big Time.
In her senior year, she was cast in a play with lots of singing. No problem. The week of the play, however, she came down with a severe case of bronchitis.. Her doctor felt that due to the overuse of pharmacy in cases such as this that might in the long-term cause Julie to not respond to antibiotics, just herbal medicine would have to do and the virus should just run its course. In short---Julie lost her voice. The actors scrambled to adjust. A fellow cast member sang many of Julie's songs. She did just wonderfully.
At the award ceremony, this fellow actress took the BEST ACTRESS award. Julie was crushed. Dashed were the dreams of fame and stardom. As parents, we tried to tell her of some silver lining in it all. Julie was not buying any silver lining.
Julie did go into Psychology and is happily employed in California. The BEST ACTRESS went to school in Iowa and majored in Theatre.
Sometimes the Lord works in strange ways.
Posted by Evansville Observer at 9:33 AM
The Ballerina; Or, the Story of Julie
When Julie was in 7th grade, she came home one day to tell us of a fierce battle with one of her classmates, Adam. Right in the midst of the battle, Mrs. Berg, the music teacher, had spoken pretty directly to them both. She said, "You both are going to be cast opposite each other in lots of plays in the next 6 years, so you better get used to it, and quit fighting. " She was right.
For five years, Adam and Julie had major parts in lots of plays at school. Julie, who juat a few years prior had been so excited with ballet, now had her sights set on being a STAR. Not just in Wisconsin, but excuse me, in New York. Big Time.
In her senior year, she was cast in a play with lots of singing. No problem. The week of the play, however, she came down with a severe case of bronchitis.. Her doctor felt that due to the overuse of pharmacy in cases such as this that might in the long-term cause Julie to not respond to antibiotics, just herbal medicine would have to do and the virus should just run its course. In short---Julie lost her voice. The actors scrambled to adjust. A fellow cast member sang many of Julie's songs. She did just wonderfully.
At the award ceremony, this fellow actress took the BEST ACTRESS award. Julie was crushed. Dashed were the dreams of fame and stardom. As parents, we tried to tell her of some silver lining in it all. Julie was not buying any silver lining.
Julie did go into Psychology and is happily employed in California. The BEST ACTRESS went to school in Iowa and majored in Theatre.
Sometimes the Lord works in strange ways.
Posted by Evansville Observer at 9:33 AM
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