Signs of aging?
While cruising around the radio dial I came upon a mellow tune which was heavy on the xylophone -- I liked it quite a bit.
Am I turning into my grandpa Davis? He's always been an easy listener -- it used to wreak havoc on my teenage central nervous system. Seriously, the bugs would try to escape my bone marrow every time I had to endure a ride in the car with him and that jazzy radio.
Up, up and awa-aay -- in my beautiful, my beautiful ba-loooon.
Am I turning into my grandpa Davis? He's always been an easy listener -- it used to wreak havoc on my teenage central nervous system. Seriously, the bugs would try to escape my bone marrow every time I had to endure a ride in the car with him and that jazzy radio.
Up, up and awa-aay -- in my beautiful, my beautiful ba-loooon.
posted by kim at
3:43 PM
5 Comments:
I love that song. I love music. It always makes whatever I'm doing go by so much faster. Thanks for the smile.
i used to play the xylophones in band. they kicked ass. i was THE coolest auxiliary percussionist EVER.
Band geek -- I should have known.
(One school I went to was huge, it was fun being in the marching band b/c we got to do formations. I never did learn how to play that clarinet - but boy can I march.)
Perhaps you can start a xylaphone band? I believe that's an unfilled niche in our musical world today...
(it may be unfilled for a reason, but there's room there, nonetheless :) )
hey! i used to play clarinet too! we're soul mates.
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