I-P(R)OD to Action…

Wow.  That’s pretty lame, right?    What do you suggest?
How are you?  Well, I hope.

The other day I visited Binkies and Band-aids, Life With Irish Triplets and her subject was songs that defined certain points in her life.  I thought this was a great subject and since it was a Mama Kat workshop subject, I thought I might even participate but it didn’t happen.  What songs define your life(ves)?

What did happen as a result of visiting B&B is that I spent today playing with my I-pod.  Don’t laugh, but I’ve never had one before.  I got it for Christmas and am just now getting around to loading anything onto it.  This was such a rewarding and fun experience that, in a totally unrelated but typical thought process, I decided that I am probably now equipped to answer any comment/question with a song quote.  So go ahead.

Hit Me With Your Best Shot

Oh my.  Did you link to that?  I thought  all those 80’s skits were exaggerated.  I stand corrected.  Was I that stoned

Moving on.

The first twenty songs I loaded onto the I-Pod were Sixties-ish dance favorites.  You know:  The Limbo song, Louie Louie, Do You Love Me, etc.  By far, the family favorite is “Lime in the Coconut”.  I’ve posted the Midnight Margaritas scene from Practical Magic on The Chicken Crossing the Road (to the right and scroll down) in case you’d like a fix.  It’s a great kitchen dancing song, which is the only kind of dancing I do these days.  Unless you count driving and dancing.  Don’t pretend you don’t know what I mean.

Now I’m onto the task of loading all of our CDs, which is time consuming.  Holy cow, we have a lot of CDs.

The real reason I’ve called you all here tonight is that Pearl Annabelle Lafleur has been “active” lately.  You may recall that a few months ago I gave her her own page.  And then didn’t do anything with it.  Now she is on my last nerve.  Sorry Pearl, just calling a spade a spade.  You are a pain in the ass.  Bless your heart.

Anyway, Pearl wants to write an advice column.  Her specialty, she says, is advice to the lovelorn, but since she’s got an opinion on everything she’ll respond to all questions.  If you need any advice, feel free to post it here or email Pearl, care of me, Chicken, at chickensconsigliere@gmail.com if you prefer to remain anonymous.  Tell your friends.  Please.  Pearl needs an outlet (besides me).

We’ll see what happens. 

It’s the Midnight Hour and You’re So Far Away From Me .  I’m going to bed. Sleep tight, World. 

No bed bugs.

Chicken out.

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  17 comments for “I-P(R)OD to Action…

  1. June 13, 2010 at 3:40 pm

    I will remember Pearl if I ever need advice! Have fun loading up that I-Pod!!

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  2. June 13, 2010 at 10:31 pm

    Is Pearl covered by professional indemnity for the advice she gives? What exactly are her qualifications? Is the service free?

    My IPOD is a complete mish mash of songs (many of which I am too embarrassed to talk about)

    Have fun!

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  3. June 13, 2010 at 10:50 pm

    Mrs. P. C'mon. You can tell me. Do you have the Macarena on there? Hokey, Pokey? I asked Pearl your questions. She said, “Bless your heart, I'm Southern, Hon” and I guess that's all you are going to get. Pearl doesn't charge for her opinions, though. She hands them out pretty damn freely.

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  4. June 13, 2010 at 11:08 pm

    Donna Summer, Michael Jackson, The Charlies Angels Soundtrack….need I go on?

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  5. June 13, 2010 at 11:56 pm

    Every night when I was little, my dad would put on a record while my mom made dinner. For some reason Joe Jackson aslways meant we were having steak that night!!!

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  6. Anonymous
    June 14, 2010 at 2:59 pm

    I do have a couple of things to be thankful for from the sojourn in Dysfunction Junction also known as my childhood. One is that the AAEIC
    (alcoholics and enablers in charge) had fantastic and eclectic taste in music. We had Al Green and Bobbie Gentry, Santana and Jose Feliciano, Glen Cambell and Pete Getz and the 5th Dimension and Gladys Knight. Jazz and R&B and rock and just a little bit of country, all mixed together. But the sound of Carol King, Carly Simon, or James Taylor brings me instantly back to long summer days spent on the boat as a kid.
    My teenage years have their own soundtrack. Music to pass out by, if you will.
    GG

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  7. June 15, 2010 at 12:53 am

    Everyone. I lied about replying in verse. I just realized that. Not that I'm not capable, oh I am, I write bad verse very well. But. Sadly, I have to be in the mood, which rarely happens on a Monday.

    Mrs. P. Do you have my other glove? I've been looking all over for it. Hah.

    GND-that is a really nice memory. The music. The steak, too, maybe. I have great memories of driving in the truck with my father and him singing along with his country music 8-tracks. I always thought, back then, that he should have been a country singer. He also made a mean steak, incidentally.

    GG-well, you know we belonged to the same club, however my A&Es were pretty strictly country and western. George Jones, Charlie Pride, Tanya Tucker. I had a crush on Buck Owens from Hee Haw when I was 10. TMI? I think so. I didn't come into the other music until much later. You brought me James Taylor and Carly Simon, my first college roommate gave me Pete Townshend and a certain musician friend I followed (stalked)introduced me to Little Feat, John Prine and John Hiatt among others. My older siblings were all over the pop hits of the sixties and seventies. My Stepmom was big on classical. I guess I got a round enough education. Regrettably, I discovered the Bee Gees all on my own. I still love the Bee Gees. Not sure who I think I am kidding:-)

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  8. Anonymous
    June 15, 2010 at 9:30 am

    Really? Buck Owens? Because even at 10 I could spot a really bad toupee a mile off. I was like: “how come his forehead and eyebrows move, but his hair doesn't?”. He may have been pickin' and grinnin', but his hair had opted out of the whole thing, and was sulking on top of his head like a whipped dog. Roy Clark was the man, IMHO. And sadly, yes, the songs of Hee Haw still live in my brain like a dormant virus, so when you come up to visit (or for, you know, 2012)we can have a hee haw singalong. No BeeGees, though. I do have some standards.
    GG

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  9. June 15, 2010 at 6:35 pm

    My iPod can be summed up on one famous line…”Alright, STOP! Collaborate and LISTEN!”

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  10. June 16, 2010 at 11:42 pm

    Chicken, I wish you lived closer to me. I am the iPod Playmaster and I could fix you up good. I give playlists as gifts all the time. I talk to the person, get a feel of their likes and dislikes and dive into my huge song library. I love doing it.

    I'd say right now, the song that defines me is “Just Breathe” by Pearl Jam. I just keep telling myself that these days. Also too, when I have a moment of angst I think about how awesomely hot Eddie Vedder is and it gets me right through it.

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  11. June 19, 2010 at 1:17 pm

    It makes me endlessly happy when that snarky girl voice come out of my ipod saying, “Oh my GAWD, Becky – look at her butt.”

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  12. June 19, 2010 at 3:09 pm

    Is it sad that I knew every one of those songs you mentioned better than I know the current “songs” the radio plays today? I miss the '60's and '70's…

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  13. Anonymous
    June 19, 2010 at 4:22 pm

    Sorry Chicken, I've been falling down on my duties. It's been a very busy week.

    CB

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  14. June 19, 2010 at 11:26 pm

    Elly-hahaha. Forgot that.
    Katie-me too. Even though there is still a lot of great stuff out there, the old stuff is like a straight shot of nostalgia.

    CB-You never fall down even though you are always busy. You always seem to be everywhere at once:-)

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  15. Anonymous
    June 21, 2010 at 4:10 am

    Thanks, you're sweet. I just feel bad I missed the post for 3 days! Kids have been going in 20 different directions.

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  16. June 22, 2010 at 9:18 pm

    So in three days (or a week and a half or so, you missed one post:-) I'm not as prolific as I was for awhile. And here I have all this extra time now:-) What is up with that?

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  17. July 11, 2010 at 11:03 pm

    I can go both ways on the Abby thing; one the one hand I am trying to raise my son to be independent – on the other hand I don't want him to turn out reckless…sailing in the ocean at the stormy time of year would be considered 'reckless' in my book, but then I tend to be extra paranoid – errr vigilant 😀

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