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Gave up the good life for me…

Oh boy – you’re in for it now…

I found a stack of LPs and a few 45’s from my childhood and just purchased an ION USB turntable so I can upload all those old songs to my web space (at least until the RIAA yells at me, or worse) and allow you to listen to them while you read my stories.

The most embarrassing of the finds is one I’d completely forgotten about, but remembered immediately upon finding it. (Ok, the B-side was a little worse — maybe I’ll upload that one if I run out of stories)

Glen Campbell released The Dreams of the Everyday Housewife in 1968. I was 12. Somehow I became the owner of the 45 with this song on it. Because I remember the song, I think I may have been older when I liked it, but who knows… Perhaps I was really 12.

Here’s a copy from a 45 I found on a closet shelf in my mother’s vacation home in Hazelhurst, Wisconsin.

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Now playing: Glen Campbell – Dreams of the Everyday Housewife
via FoxyTunes

95. Pink Pussycat

When Clare was born my cousin gave her a rattle shaped like a cat. It had a nice soft sounding rattling noise, probably because it was covered in soft pink fabric over a layer or two of batting.

My husband, avid Devo fan at the time took that opportunity to sing Pink Pussycat to her while shaking the rattle for Clare. She loved it.

No soothing lullabies for Clare – she was a punk-rocker at a very early age.

89. Document everything that you do

As mentioned several posts ago, I first heard about Dan Bern on NPR May 23, 1997. Ten years later I have been to close to 30 of his shows and own countless recordings, both studio and bootleg.

Of his hundreds of songs it is hard to pick a favorite, but I’m pretty sure I like Run Away the best. I like the tune and the words. I may have heard him sing it live once, but it’s possible I never have – and probably never will.

I was going to write him a note and request it at the last show – after all it was close to our ten year anniversary. But He wouldn’t have played it, I’m sure of that – he played more of a Dan Bern greatest hits kind of show.

Without further ado, here’s Run Away. If you’d rather see & hear him play it, YouTube has a version (uploaded by fellow Dan Bern fan, Luther) – but the sounds of the guitar are too loud for my ears in that version.

He said document everything that you do

Mark it so your children will know it too
But it’s harder, when you’ve outstayed your welcome
It’s hard to do

One time Johnny tried LSD
Had a great revelation, but he
Found he couldn’t put it into words
So he started drawing pictures of birds
With ten eyes
Men with 50 arms

I wanna run run away run away run away (3x)
From here

In the afternoon my Dad would draw the blinds
Sleep till I woke him up with my mind
I was only 3 or 4 years old
I lost that power long ago

Ridin’ through the rain on a motor bike
Babe Ruth lookin at a called third strike
Charles Manson working at the fair
Lettin all the little kids pull his hair

I wanna run run away run away run away (3x)
From here

Let me go and I will tell you stories all my life
If you don’t catch up I’ll make it up to you in the next life, I promise you

I live on the margin, I live on the side
Don’t sit with the bride groom, or the bride
I sit with the engineer
Who takes me fishing on the edge of the pier

I’ve come to believe we made up time
Like we made up rhythm and made up rhyme
But it don’t bug me, it’s OK
Livin in endless Saturday

I wanna run run away run away run away (3x)
From here….

88. Annabaglish

The Internet is pretty cool when you want to research something. A number of years ago I found a website dedicated to a branch of my ancestry. The family name McCornack is not that common, so anyone with blood connections to that name is probably a blood relative of mine. That site, and Mr. McCornack himself, were helpful when I was planning our 2002 visit to Scotland. I’d always wanted to see our ancestral home and maybe meet some Scottish relatives – but never really thought I’d get the chance. Here was a man that had done it – he visited Annabaglish in Kirkcowan, near Newton Stewart (which is in Dumfries and Galloway), Scotland and was willing to assist anyone else who wanted to do the same.

My mom was along on the trip – it is through her that I am related to the McCornacks. Her father’s grandmother was, I think, a McCornack. I’d have to check the family tree to be sure.

Anyway, we visited the farm and met the current (non McCornack) owners. They said that every so often Americans stop by to visit the ancestral home. They invited us into the house and onto the grounds where we had a bit of a look around.

A couple of years after our visit I looked up Annabaglish, hoping to get to the McCornack site again, but misspelled it Anabaglish. I was taken to this site (no longer working but try this instead). It turned out that a distant relative of mine, Jane Freeburg, had also taken the trip to Annabaglish and used a photo of the house as the cover of a CD she and her band, Queen Mab, released. After a couple of false starts I ended up getting in contact with Jane Freeburg. We exchanged a few emails and she sent me a small handmade book she’d put together about her trip to our ancestral home.

I also bought a few copies of the CD – one for me and one for my mother and aunt. I love Celtic music so this was a perfect find.

Listen to some samples of some of the songs from that CD. (no longer working but you can find these songs here.)

An Phis Fluich

Back to the Hills

The Morning Dew/Toss the Feathers

62. Sometimes I wish they were bigger

I was going to save this song until the PGA Tour Event this summer that will bring Tiger Woods to the area, but couldn’t pass up this opportunity – it was perfect.

I don’t often use instant messaging anymore, but yesterday I signed on and saw that my friend, Joan, was also signed in. I hadn’t talked to her since her jewelry party a couple of months ago, and knew she’d just had elective surgery.

At the party she announced that she was having a procedure that would give her what she fondly referred to as “twins”. No, she wasn’t giving birth, but getting a larger bust line.

So I IMed her:

Cedar: hey, how are you? Did the surgery go well? Happy with your new look?
Joan: yes it went well. i enjoyed the rest :-)
Joan: i do like the new look…sometimes they look big, sometimes i wish they were even bigger!

Of course this reminded me of Dan Bern’s song called Tiger Woods whose last stanza goes like this:

But even though my balls are big
Sometimes i wish they were bigger
Even bigger
Big as the wheels on tractors
Big as the golden arches
Big as the Golden Gate Bridge
Big as the state of Kansas
Big as Mars and Jupiter
Big as the swing in Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods
Tiger Woods

YouTube came through again. Watch and hear Dan sing Tiger Woods.

52. A High Wind in Bethesda

It is very windy here in Bethesda today. We’ve lost branches on our trees and shingles from our roof. The wind is blowing into vents on our house, making an eerie sort of music. It’s nearly as bad as when Isabel blew through, but we’ve not [touch wood] lost power.

This wind reminded me of one of my favorite movies as a child, A High Wind in Jamaica. Have you seen it? I saw it several times on television growing up. Then I didn’t see it again until about two years ago. I think I might buy the DVD.

I remember being very moved at the end. And I liked the theme song. I always thought it was Roger Whittaker, but it seems it was a Mike Leroy who sang the lead song which was a ballad kinda song.

I wish I could link to the song. (Hurrah I can now!)

I can see why I thought it was Roger Whittaker. Whittaker sang a song called Last Farewell which was a ballad and involved a ship sailing to England – pretty much what A High Wind in Jamaica is about.