Li’l Baby d’Pee

Had to brighten things up around here.
There’s a friend of mine that sent me a link to a YouTube video last week.
I laughed so hard upon discovering it was all performed by him.
His name is Doug and he’s a dear friend of mine from way back when
(one of the best drummers I’ve ever had the pleasure to play with as well)
He could always get me going with his impersonation of an old Jewish man (ala Billy Crystal)
Watch the video.
I’m still laughing.
If he ever gets famous, remember, you saw it here. :mrgreen:

~m

Google 911

I’m amazed on a daily basis as to what I can find on the net. From obscure colognes like Salvador Dali to disgusting products such as the turdtwister, the speed at which the internet puts these things at our fingertips is downright scary.

I was looking for neither of the above products but I was looking for a song from a long time ago. I remember the video as well as the song but I couldn’t for the life of me remember the name of the artist(s) that performed it.

Where’s a guy to go?
I Googled the first line of the song:
“you don’t know how to ease my pain, you don’t know . . . “

Man, Google delivered faster than a Josh Beckett fastball.

The name of the song was “Cry” from a band that went by the name of Godley and Crème. Godley and Crème?
You may know these guys better as 10CC (I’m not in love)
Interesting track record for these two guys. Chances are you’ve seen videos they’ve produced.

I’ve posted the video below because I wanted to watch it again and share it with those of you who may remember it.
I know of at least two bloggers that will watch and listen to this and say, “He’s lost it. I think he’s gay.”
Though I’m a blatant heterosexual, I’m posting it anyway. :0)
Very cool tune and a great video.
Check it out.

~m

*King

I turned around and there he was at the register.
It was all too brief an encounter.

“I read “The Shining” in 1977 when I was a freshman at Berklee College of Music. I’ve been a fan ever since,” I said.

{shake hands} (my hands were already shaking)

“Thank you,” he says (and eyes some cigars), “Cohiba! I just love saying that word!”

“I assume you’ll be at Fenway watching the asskicking tonight?”

“Yes, sir!” He says, smiling.

He paid for his smokes and walked to the door with nary a clue of how much I used to really love his stuff. I could almost hear myself saying, “Hey, I write, too!”

He turned and raised his hand and once again yelled, “Cohiba!”

Holy Crap, I thought, I just met Stephen King.
Truth . . .

~m

ps.
I’ve received several emails regarding me “losing my mind” after my last post.
Everyone can rest now. I found it this morning sleeping peacefully underneath the computer stand.
I hate when that happens. :0)
Thanks, folks . . . . (Mwwwuuuuuahhhhhhhahhahahahaha!)