Fred ,'Life of the Party'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
we straddled the generation gap -- they broke into "Sodomy" from Hair, I started singing "La Vie Boheme" from Rent ("Sodomy, it's between god and me!")
Okay, see -- my mother just found out (YESTERDAY) that the Beatles may have done drugs (she wonders why it's not made a big deal of), and although she has heard of Rick James (unlike my father), she didn't know he was black.
Oy. So luckily no singing.
ita, does your mom know who Englebert Humperdink was?
Okay, see -- my mother just found out (YESTERDAY) that the Beatles may have done drugs (she wonders why it's not made a big deal of), and although she has heard of Rick James (unlike my father), she didn't know he was black
Bwahaha!!!
does your mom know who Englebert Humperdink was?
::weeps in shame::
Yes.
They have no funk. My mother is now trying to sing Petula Clark. She's never heard Brickhouse. George Clinton means nothing to her.
My parents are easy listening.
I am not yet suicidal enough to think about motoring in Rome, but we may see.
I consider driving in Lisbon also to be suicidal, although I suppose it's homicidal for natives, given the number of horrific car crashes and fatalities I saw while belted into the passenger seat.
Okay, see -- my mother just found out (YESTERDAY) that the Beatles may have done drugs (she wonders why it's not made a big deal of), and although she has heard of Rick James (unlike my father), she didn't know he was black.
falls over laughing
My parents have blind spots to other stuff.
They have no funk. My mother is now trying to sing Petula Clark. She's never heard Brickhouse. George Clinton means nothing to her.
And still, more with it than my parents, especially my father.
And still, more with it than my parents, especially my father.
My mother and father are funkless.
Thank god.
Broadway marquees are dimming their lights for one minute tonight in homage to Jerry Orbach.
My father likes to listen to the Kingston Trio and Willie Nelson. He has no funk. My mother prefers Barbra Streisand and show tunes, but liked the laid-back mix CD of Poi Dog Pondering I burned for her, so she has some potential for smooth-jazz-like funk.
It's my husband's contention that S&G were destroyed mainly for being inhospitable to strangers.
This is the interpretation I learned in Hebrew school.