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Now if I could only remember how to link to it!
Pop the champagne!
Number 1 Son, Eli, just today dropped his first music video!
The video is for the song “The Thought”, from his latest lofi EP “Home Skillet”.
Enjoy, and feel free to share the crap out of it!
His music is available at: https://elimoore.bandcamp.com/album/home-skillet-2
Cheers from New Zealand.
Long ago and far away I blogged. Then I stopped. Now I am back, briefly, to plug Junior’s debut album before this blog goes down the digital gurgler.
Master Eli Moore spent the last three years seeing the world (47 countries at last count), improving his killer piano chops, falling in and out of love, experiencing many experiences, and writing amazing songs about it all.
Which brings us to “Ship Life“.
Honestly, I have not had so much fun since the hogs ate my sister.
Eli wrote all the songs, produced the album, and even designed and wrote the extensive liner notes.
Thankfully, he got his looks from his Singaporean momma, plus her mad art skills. From Poppa hog, he got his word chops. All together, he’s a total creative bad-ass.
If you happen to be in Auckland, New Zealand on July 21, 2017, drop by Parnell’s Juice Bar for the album’s debut bash. Eli will autograph a copy and I’ll buy you a beer, if you behave, mate.
In the meanwhile, head over to Junior’s website elimooremusic and check out the Q&A. Pretty interesting, innit?
And just because I like you, click here… and you can watch the video/clips that Junior produced as part of his fundraising effort.
Plus here’s a great review.
And with that said, it’s time to go walk Kasey in the boggy paddocks, to feed the chooks and check on the sheep, cows, pigs and horses.
Oh, did I forget to mention the bit about retiring to a farm in Northland, New Zealand?
Hmmm. Must be the Old Timers.
Cheers.
P.S. Two years later, Junior just finished a gig with the B.B. King Blues Band on the Koningsdam cruise ship. Wuz great.
37. You have OU jerseys that predate Barry Switzer
38. If you had a dollar for every time someone in your family said, “if I had a dollar for every time…” you’d be rich
39. You are very clear about Saturday Night Live: there’s Belushi, Aykroyd, Murray, Gilda and Lilly, then a lump of ***everybody else
40. The only way you are ever going to lose 10 pounds is if tacos somehow start to metabolize fat and scar tissue
41. Long ago you realized that elected officials in Washington, D.C. were not smarter than you, they were jut less ethical
42. You are pretty sure that if a man, or woman, cannot saddle and ride a horse, they should NOT be President
43. You or your spouse have had at least one operation that cost more than the house you grew up in
44. You know that Robin Williams and Jonathan Winters were really great at ad-libbing, but, truly, nobody was as good as Ho-Ho and Pokey
45. And, speaking of brilliant children’s programming, WKY TV’s Foreman Scotty and Xavier T. Willard were the best rootin-tootin’ cowboys of ****all time
46. You would love to go into the garage, find an old tire tool, and then wrap it around the head of the guy who said “65 is the new 45”
47. You’d then bend it over Cowboys owner Jerry Jones’ big, fat head, just because
48. You are a man who has at least one scar from the time:
… as a kid, you did something like push the neighbors normally good-natured dog too far by, hypothetically hitting her with a rope because you were trying to be a cowboy and she simply refused to stampede
… as a teenager, you opened a can of beans with your Dad’s U.S. Military issue can opener just to see if you could do it, which, turns out, you could not do without serious blood loss
… you had a skin thing that you never told the doctor about and it finally sort of turned into a scar
49. You are a woman who has at least one scar from:
… touching the million-degree metal ends of the electric hair curlers of death
… breathing in clouds of Aqua-Net hairspray, which is way deadlier than the DDT the city sprayed to kill mosquitoes
… holding your bra together with a safety pin that ‘sproinged’ into your flesh
50. You want to throw your computer RIGHT INTO THE DUMPSTER when you write something important late at night, and technology and formatting get all bitchy and vaporise it
51. You have come to accept that you will never be able to properly back a trailer or use Excel
52. As a kid, you thought baby chicks that were dyed different colors at Easter were cute, not something to be reported to Greenpeace and the FBI
53. At least once a month, you would give just about anything to have a little more time with your departed Mom
54. You are pretty sure that all kids would benefit from having their mouths washed out with soap, at least once
55. You spent hours and hours looking through the glass viewfinder of your Dad’s Brownie Instamatic camera, and pretended to take thousands of photos of your pets and siblings (especially if they were in the bathroom)
56. Your wife or husband is right this minute wearing the exact same style of glasses that your aunt/uncle wore in 1966
57. Your chest constricts with fear and you can’t breath properly when you hear the theme from *****Rod Serling’s The Twilight Zone
58. Growing up, you frequently watched black-and-white TV shows and at least one sibling had to hold the rabbit ears wrapped with aluminum foil just so
59. You believe that people in their seventies, eighties and nineties must be tough as a boot full of barb wire, because they still get around and you can’t hardly do it at 65
60. You’re no longer embarrassed by those times when you open your mouth and your Mom comes out; in fact, those moments really make you smile.
61. You also realize that when your kids open their mouths, you come out, and it’s even money whether it will be a good thing or a cringe-worthy thing
62. At least once a day, you are so disgusted by politics and the world in general that you just want to spit
63. You long ago gave on that dream that seemed to important when you were young but now seems like such a waste of time
64. You would rather walk around the house/yard/mall 20 times than admit to your loved one that you cannot find something you may or may not have lost, but which you cannot exactly remember what exactly it is
65. You thank God for getting you this far, but you cannot in all honesty imagine what it would be like to live as long as your grandparents did. What were they made of, steel?
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*Yes, you’ve been known to drink wine out of a coffee cup
** Don’t ask, don’t tell
*** OK, Wayne and Garth are close
**** Sorry Duke
***** Auughhhh!!!
“My leg, my leg!”
Poor Meadowlark Lemon would hold his leg and wail in agony.
So loud that everybody in the huge basketball arena could hear him.
And, somehow, as his teammates helped him limp around the court, in comedic agony, the magic would happen.
The Globies would introduce the basketball that would not bounce.
Or the lopsided ball that would roll down the court like a drunk.
Or the water bucket filled with confetti that Meadowlark would use to douse a fan.
There was nobody like the Harlem Globetrotters or Meadowlark, the “Clown Prince” of basketball.
Listening to Sweet Georgia Brown still makes me smile.
Meadowlark played in more than 16,000 games for the Globetrotters and was inducted into the Basketball Hall of Fame in 2003.
And I got to see him play in the mid-sixties, thanks to my best friend Steve Madden.
His Dad, Sam, took us all the way to Oklahoma City to see the Globies, and we laughed and laughed and laughed. We never forgot Meadowlark.
He’s the reason Steve and I spent every Saturday morning of the world in Building 92 on the South Base, shooting thousands of half-court hook shots (and the occasional kick), trying to be like Meadowlark.
When I grew up, I discovered there was only one degree of separation between me and Meadowlark.
Back in 1979 or so, I was a student journalist at the University of Texas at Arlington. My first assignment for the student newspaper was to interview the great Wilt Chamberlain.
Wilt played with Meadowlark in the 50’s and 60’s.
He said, “Meadowlark was the most sensational, awesome, incredible basketball player I’ve ever seen. People would say it would be Dr. J or even Michael Jordan. For me, it would be Meadowlark Lemon.”
For me, too. He was the best.