Local Music

First, Happy Star Wars Day. May the 4th be with you.

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I told you yesterday about missing Z day because we went to a concert where a friend of ours was performing. Today, I’m going to carry on with the music theme. This is another local musician. He also happens to be DW’s cousin.

4f0c0269edaa197628f40198958396bd-music-jokes-music-humorSteve is wicked good with his guitar. His voice is easily recognizable, too. I could pick it out of a police line up from 50 paces without my glasses. What it’s doing in the police line-up is beyond me. You’ll have to ask Steve.

He is a singer/songwriter with a sound like no other. He sounds like the birth child of Joni Mitchell, Stan Rogers, and a Fender. He took a few years off from writing songs (if 15 is a few). He’s back at it again with new songs. As always, they’re songs we can connect to. They’re as real as the voice he uses to bring them to life. We’ve heard him play so many times. Sometimes in his own home. Sometimes at the venue of his latest gig. Sometimes solo and sometimes with friends. Now you can hear him at his newest gig… Right here on this little blog.

Sit back, relax, and turn your speakers up. Then close your eyes and imagine yourself at thirteen years old and just discovering love. As love walks into your life, it could also “walk right out again.”

Without further ado, Here’s Story of Love. Let us known what you think of it down in the comments.

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A Song for Saturday

I’m becoming an Ed Sheeran fan. The more I listen to him, the more I like him. A student played this song in class last week while I was subbing. I loved it. It’s probably the Irish lilt to it. Or Ed’s voice. Or whoever Nancy might be…

Happy listening!

More can be read about the history behind the song at The Bustle for it is based on a true story of Ed’s grandparents. I don’t know about you, but I’m hooked.

Dropping the Average Age of the Church Choir

I thought I would write about how I sunburned my scalp today because the sun is a bastard. I mowed this morning and went to the park this afternoon, all without a hat. Bad mistake when you’re bald. It’s wasn’t warm today, so I never gave a hat a thought. 

I thought I would write about the history of Victoria Day, which is today here in Canadaland. It’s why there was no school today, too. However, I don’t want to sound like Professor Flitwick, so I refain from the boring history lesson. 

I thought I would write about how one TV/phone/internet company wanted us to switch to them and they offered a really good price to do so. So we did. Then our current provider called us to ask if price was the only reason we were switching. When DW told them, “Yes,” they offered to drop our rate to the competitors rate AND add in few extra channels. HBO. Some movie channels. We’ve all played that game, though.

I thought about doing the Grr to Great post that Eli- the Coach Daddy did, and I will, just not today. 

I want to share with you something that makes us parents proud – our kids willingly going to church. We aren’t overly religious people. We just attend church every Sunday. We don’t go ’round preaching the Word of God, or anything. We’re just trying to stay outta Hell. 

One Sunday, many weeks ago, as we entered church, DW told Bang to go pick a seat for us. He chose the very front row. You know, the pew reserved for those who show up late. Fortunately, we were off to the side and not dead center. It was where he could see best, though. DW and I were instructed by the littlest one to not sit with him. We were to sit behind him. 

Well, excuse me, Mr. Too Cool For Mom And Dad.

Weeks of this go by. Then it comes time for First Communion and where does Bang sit that morning? Front and center because he wanted to sit near the first communion kids. We allowed him because, thankfully, no one else minded. 

He has sat there every Sunday since. His brother and parents still sit in “their spot” (think Sheldon Cooper) while Bang goes to sit front and center by himself. At our church the words to the songs are projected on to the wall behind the choir. Bang would read the words and sing his little heart out over there in front of the choir, which consists mostly of retired women and couple men. They loved him – sitting in a pew by himself, singing away, ocassionally glancing over at his parents to see if we were watching him. I’m pretty sure he was flirting them, too. 

Then last week after church he asked us if he could sit with the choir! We said sure, as long as it was okay with them. Yesterday, he took his usual seat front and center. Once he saw the choir congregate he made his move. He came back to us to ask our permission. I’m guessing the choir ladies had said sure, as long it was okay with mom and dad. He went back to them and took his seat with choir, looking out at the congregation, beaming. One of the ladies handed him a hymnal and showed him the words and he sang and sang and sang. Some of the songs he knew by heart from having sung them so many times already and didn’t need the big book of songs. He’s already looking forward next Sunday.

It made us proud to see him up there singing. Hopefully, we’ve showed him anything is possible if he just tries. 

What made us just as proud as him singing with the choir was him reading the words to the songs. 

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Truth or Dare

Dare… wrap toilet paper around your head.
Dare… kiss the person on your right.
Truth… Have you ever used someone else’s toothbrush?
Truth… Have you ever pooped in the woods?

This was the game Crash and his friend were playing via a tablet this evening. They were having great fun with it. The best part was that were answering the truth questions and they were performing the dares. Crash bit the big toe of someone in the room. He tasted lemon juice. His friend put toilet paper on her head. She revealed her celebrity crush.They certainly kept DW and I in fits of giggles.

Then Crash got a charade dare – act out the movie The Lion King. Unfortunately, he’s never seen it so he couldn’t act it out. However, his friend knew it well. She even sang a piece of it for him asking him if he’d ever heard it. I hope you smile as big as we did when we heard Little Miss Broadway sing…

I dare you… sing The Lion King song.

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Jingle All the Way

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If you’re going to jingle you might as well jingle all the way. And that’s exactly what the kids at Crash’s school did earlier this week. Each class from grades primary (kindergarten if you’re in the States) to 5 performed two songs for their Christmas concert.

It did start with a bit of a fiasco, though. No concert would be complete without one. However, this fiasco occurred at home. The morning of the big performance and we find out that Crash has no dress pants. Or, at least, none that fit. So he tried to go to school in gym clothes!

Nice try, chach.

So we won the battle and got him to wear jeans and a white button up shirt with this Santa tie.

After I dropped off DW (aka Mom) at school, I took Crash and Bang to Wal-Mart to see if we could find dress pants and better button up shirt. We were in luck! However, the pants were four inches too long. Pants either fit him in the waist or the length. Never both.

So I get the pants and shirt and drop the kids off at their school (a different school than Mom’s). And dash home like Rudolph with his tail on fire. I turn the pants inside out, roll them up four inches and use a magical thing called “stitch witchery”. It for those of who can’t, or in my case, don’t have time to sew. If you haven’t heard of it, it’s basically iron on glue tape. So essentially I glued his pants up instead of actually hemming them.

Anyway, with his pants now the right length, I drive back out to school to give them to him. He changed while I was still there so I could make sure I did it right. Naturally, I did. Mark one in the books for dad.

They had a matinee performance in the afternoon – that’s the show Nanny and Pop went to see. After school, we heard that he sang loud and proud. Nanny and Pop were proud of him. Then Crash says to me, “My friend and I are doing something hilarious at the end of Hip Hop Elf. Want to know what it is?”

“NOOOO!” Just like his mother, we’d rather wait and be surprised.

He’s also in choir. So not only did he have his two songs to learn for his class’s performance, but also a fifteen minute performance to learn for choir as they kicked off the whole night of performances with a medley of Christmas songs.

Once upon a time, Crash was too shy to be up on stage. It’s so nice to see him coming out of his shell. He wanted to do a duet with a friend, but I guess it didn’t work out this year. That’s a HUGE step for him!

We got to the school early that evening so we could be one of the first in line. DW held the tickets and told me, “I’ll give them our tickets, you go get us seats up front.” It reminded me door buster Black Friday sales you always hear about. Everyone rushing and scrambling for good seats. Or perhaps it’s what will be happening at the opening of A Force Awakens.

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We get our seats.
The choir enters.
Crash finds us and waves frantically.
We wave back and he takes his spot on the riser and the concert is officially under way.

 

The Hip Hop Elf was a rap about Elves and point ears and pointy toes. It was super cute, of course. Then we get to see his and his friend’s “hilarious” thing at the end of Hip Hop Elf he had tried to spoil for us earlier.

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Elf Thugs