Saturday, May 14, 2011

Long Haired Country Girl

Friday the 13th unlucky you say? Pish tosh! Not for me, no sirree, Bob! Yesterday, which just so happened to be Friday the 13th, I spent the day celebrating one of the greatest musicians and most dynamic performers of all time: Charlie Daniels. I went to visit my sister in Nashville, and she took me all around the area, showing me all the grand ol' Charlie Daniels sights! It was wonderful! I took plenty of pictures, many of which I've posted below.



The tour began on Charlie Daniels Parkway in Mt. Juliet, TN - home city of the great bearded fiddler himself.


Charlie Daniels Park is located on Charlie Daniels Parkway. Go figure.


A Charlie Daniels mural in Charlie Daniels Park.


I couldn't pass up this photo opp.


I hula hooped on the main stage of the park. What you cannot see in this picture is the crowd of thousands of people watching and cheering me on. They really went nuts for it.



Between sight-seeing stops, my fabulous sister pulled some strings at the local Starbucks (she's got some real connections, let me tell ya) and got me a Mocha Coconut Happy Hour Frappuccino! (Or a Mochanut Happuccino, for short.)



This is the backside view of the Charlie Daniels Museum in Nashville.


This is the frontside view of the Charlie Daniels Museum in Nashville.











A Charlie Daniels bobble head!!



Awesome.



Check out this fiddle playin' raccoon! He was really good.


Me and the great big patriotic guitar. I wonder what that eagle is gonna do with that banjo...



The Official Charlie Daniels Headquarters, located within the museum.






Sadly, I did not get to meet Charlie Daniels on this tour. I saw him perform last year, and my master plan was to meet him and jam on our fiddles, but alas, it did not work out. One day. One day...




Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Lyrical Assassins

We've all done it. There you are in the car, singing at the top of your lungs to one of your favorite songs, and then it happens. You suddenly hear the lyrics, as if for the first time, and it dawns on you. You've been singing the wrong words all along! Could it be? Did Mick Jagger really just say “beast of burden?” Well, that would certainly make more sense than “big Suburban.”

This happened to me fairly recently. I finally realized that the singer of Paper Lace heard his mama pray (not a plane) the night Chicago died.

Even once you've realized the error of your ways, it's hard to get into the groove of singing the correct lyrics when you've spent your whole life singing the wrong ones. Though I know better, I still sing “like a drifter I was born to wear cologne” and “It's not fair to deny me the cross-eyed bear that you gave to me.”

I enjoy hearing others' accounts of misheard song lyrics. There are the classic instances we all know about: “Excuse me while I kiss this guy” and “There's a bathroom on the right.” And then, of course, there's that Manfred Mann fiasco. (You know the one.) But I always like hearing about new, funny lyrical mishaps, so please share your own embarrassing stories here.

Now, lay down the salad, and bring us some friggin' pudding!