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Blue Dog says, "Support the arts in education!" Hump Day Hmm for January 16, 2008

(photo credit to Backflip ) In elementary school, we had music class every day. I looked forward to that period most of all. In music class it was okay to sing and hum---in fact it was encouraged!---and we got to stand. Plus sometimes the teacher organized little bands and somebody got to bang a tambourine or the sticks, and somebody may even have gotten to pipe on the recorder. We learned sad songs, slow songs, fast songs, and funny songs. My favorites were Waltzing Matilda and Senor Don Gato was a Cat . I sing these songs with my kids, now. We learned about rhyming and meter and prose---well before official language arts classes. We learned about fractions, timing, and scales---well before official math classes. In fourth grade, if you so chose, you could select an instrument. I did so choose and I selected the viola. I'd wanted the cello but arguments ensued and the viola was the compromise. I knew I wanted something with a rich and deep tonal potential, not a squeaky violin, a...

Let me let you in on a secret...song recommendation for Saturday

It's not a secret that I'm a fan of Big Head Todd and the Monsters . I've been happily enjoying their new album, All the Love You Need , pretty much every day. You can download it for free or pay $5 for for it. It's a pretty awesome album, so consider paying. :) It's free because Big Head Todd and the Monsters, who were at the forefront of using the Internet to share music, believe art should be free and available. As a poor "artist," I'm both on board and railing against that notion. In a different post, I'll explain why. This post is a recommendation of that album, specifically by sampling two of the songs I like best off of it. The first song is All the Love You Need . Of course I hope all of you enjoy the song. All the Love You Need Diamonds are forever, but people are like little flowers Diamonds are forever, but people are like little flowers Growing in the crash of the loud traffic noise of desperate western relationships Past life regressi...

The missing link post: Unresolved about resolutions and looks back, but grateful iPod knows my musical style for me

Many bloggers are doing these fabulous retrospectives of their blogging through 2007. Others are doing these awe-inspiring lists of resolutions for 2008. Some impressive bloggers are doing both. Here's where I let my inner Slacker shine through. And do neither. But I will throw out a few random and frank (versus Ethel, Lucy or Fred) comments here: 1. About resolutions A while back (and dear me, if I were a better blogger or not so lazy I'd link to the post I mean here) (this is what I call a Typical Julie Guilting Self Trip---I travel this often) I went on a little rant about the abuse of prayer. After my more recent rant about gift wish lists (again with the missing link), it will probably surprise not one person to learn the direction of that rant. I was disturbed by the specific desires uttered in prayer. It seemed to me that the utterly faithful would only ask for God's guidance, presence, support or peace to deal with outcomes that are usually beyond our control. Only ...

Must be something in the water

Hi there. Hope you are having a nice Sunday. I realize that I ought to find something pretty to play or nice to say, but maybe later. For now, click play. * I am so sick. Someone call House. No, wait, don't. He tortures patients. I'm not that sick. * It must be so freeing in a way to be okay with being an asshole. How is that such an endearing quality? * I am loving this song. * No clue whatsoever why someone put the song to a House montage but whatever. * In fact, after downloading this band's version of Please, Please, Please Let Me Get What I Want and playing back and forth between it and The Smiths, I'm hardpressed to say which I like better. I'm shuffling back to my anti-viral tissues, Kombucha tea, and sofa for a Women's Murder Club marathon. But I'll leave you with The Smiths...and please, please, please let me get well. Copyright 2007 Julie Pippert Also blogging at: Using My Words Julie Pippert REVIEWS : Get a real opinion about BOOKS, MUSIC and MORE...

Hump Day Hmm 11-21-07: Music is my imaginary friend

This week Emily requested we write about the soundtrack of our lives. Little did she know I had a post already written, in drafts, that was a soundtrack moment. She may have been startled by my quick agreement---or not. The fact that I already had something written wasn't the real cause of my complicity. It's because I love music and I constantly have a life soundtrack queued up. I even used to---jokingly, mostly---have a personal "theme" song. It was The Honeymoon from Prelude to a Kiss . Anyone who knows me well and who knows that song has always agreed it was a great pick. It's not so much because of a "theme" as it is a sound...it sounds like I'd sound if I were music. But I'm not music so I have loads of it, on, always. I like the radio because I like to be surprised, but often I'm in a particular mood or engaged in a certain activity and I like to pick. For example, cleaning often begs for the electric blues so I frequently clean to t...

Love me like a rock-rock-rockoon

So there I was working away at the computer, trying hard not to think that out of the quasi-intelligent posts I've run this week---such as "Blog Blast for Peace" and "Does the abstinence message for drug use work?" ---the Houston Chronicle decided to feature for this week my self-indulgent segue-to-review post about a boyfriend from over twenty years ago. (Hi Houstonians, thanks for continuing to tap in. And Dear Editor, I am not complaining. I'm grateful, immensely.) I thought a bit of music was in order while I worked, so I hit up YouTube, which is like crack for iPod deficient middle-aged women (which my loving husband assures me I am, the middle-aged part that is). I was enjoying a bit of Stevie Wonder (anyone want to go to his concert with me in December? I asked my husband but he was laughing too hard to reply beyond, "Are you freaking kidding me? Isn't he dead? Boy you really are a little old lady. Stevie Wonder ." And then he had to ...

Song for Insomniacs (and people thinking about friendship)

Because of some information I got today about somebody else entirely, I felt compelled to check all available Google sources to ensure that there are no songs out there about Julies other than those by Bobby Sherman and Leo Kottke. It appears, happily, that I am homefree and even more happily, I discovered Julie Doiron. Snow Falls in November Me and My Friend You Canadians. You know you rock. Out loud. Copyright 2007 Julie Pippert Also blogging at: Using My Words Julie Pippert REVIEWS : Get a real opinion about BOOKS, MUSIC and MORE Julie Pippert RECOMMENDS : A real opinion about HELPFUL and TIME-SAVING products

For my friend Flutter: Luciana Souza

I adore bossa nova, and really like what Luciana Souza has done with it, maybe more than Bebel (Gilberto)! Plus she duets with James Taylor (who knew he was huge in Brazil!). Please watch this interview with Luciana as she eloquently explains her bossa nova (in English) (includes some musical samples): I love how she describes bossa nova as reflective and introspective, a poetic and lyrical musical interpretation of life. I think this is why I love it so well. Five last words: Luciana Souza and Pablo Neruda. Whose voice does she put you in mind of? Curious to see if it is the same as me! Note: Don't miss my post about living Green-ish rather than as a Green Queen below! It ain't easy being Green! Copyright 2007 Julie Pippert Also blogging at: Using My Words Julie Pippert REVIEWS : Get a real opinion about BOOKS, MUSIC and MORE Julie Pippert RECOMMENDS : A real opinion about HELPFUL and TIME-SAVING products

Talking with my husband: a true story

"If I get the new Gwen Stefani album," said my husband, drooling only a little, to his credit, "I get unlimited CDs for $1.99." He waved his music club catalog. "Bueno," I said, not looking up from my muffin. "But I have to choose..." he said, a little perplexed. "I want the newest Diana Krall," I announced, "And maybe something else, I don't know," I said, making a grab for the catalog. "Uh uh uh," he evaded me, "I'm not giving up custody of this yet...have you heard any of this Amy Winehouse?" "I've heard of her, R&B, more my thing than yours," I told him. "You can't say that; I don't dislike any genre, just sometimes a lot of the artists in it," he protested. "Name me one R&B artist you like," I challenged. "Give me a second...okay Sade. I bet I can get a list of more if you give me a minute." I took advantage of his distraction to snatc...

The Rape of the Ear...but I was soooo asking for it.

I need to take a brief break from the roundtable preparations to confess that...well...last night I had PURE thoughts about Sanjaya. No, don't trouble yourself shaking out your ears. I said I thought NICE things about Sanjaya. 1. I did not think he was the worst singer/performer last night. You heard me correctly: Sanjaya was not the worst. For the record, Chris was, IOO (that's "in our opinion"---"our" being me and my husband who now, after lo so many years, do share one brain). And let the record reflect it is my husband's best guess that Chris is slotted to go next. 2. Friends. God help me. Last night, I found myself almost liking Sanjaya. Why? Please. The reply to the write-in question. That was hilarious, "I'd like to see Simon Cowell sing Shiny, Happy People to display his true personality." That was like Bush level awesome unimpeachable backhanded slam. WABOOM! What could anyone---including the aforementioned Shiny, Happy Person---d...

3 stars, mental O, happy principles, important message & doing it OLD SCHOOL BABY!

Hi. Did you watch the Grammy's last night? I did. I have three words: ON STAGE TOGETHER! Now I have one word: Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh And a noise: EEEEEKKKKKKEEEEKKKEEKKEE (really girly squeal) I am a big fan of neo-soul, a long-time fan of R&B, blues and funk, and last night was like a magical tribute to Julie's Favorite Music. And to think I almost missed it. I've skipped the Grammy's the last few years. I think the last year I was really excited was the year of Norah Jones, and the last year I bought the Grammy album was a decade ago in 1997. My husband always tunes in, though, and last night I heard some magic words that caused me to rearrange my evening and watch: Joan Baez, Dixie Chicks, Stevie Wonder, John Legend, Corinne Bailey Rae, John Mayer, Mary J. Blige and a few more. Then I sat and had my socks blown off. In expected and unexpected ways. First, JOAN BAEZ . Didn't she look fabulous ? And she introduced the Dixie Chicks in such a down-to-earth and...