You Ain’t Heard Nothing Yet (pt.1)

To quote Bing Crosby from White Christmas “Holy cow, I’m really off the ball, aren’t I?” I’m slacking and slipping and everything in between. Who knew that working for a University right before spring would be so hectic? *cough*

Anyway, here’s Wonderwall… a whole assortment of musical munchies:

My Bad.

Into month three and I’ve fallen behind a bit. Ah, that’s the problem with life. That’s OK. I’ll work doubly hard to make sure you get your song a day and that I continue to kick my butt into shape. In recognition of how good it is to be bad, here’s a rockin’ ballad by Jim Steinman, made famous by Mr. Meat Loaf himself. Toodles…

Standards

No, I’m not singing Journey… yet.

Sometimes when you have a blue, wet morning, a little car karaoke does wonders for your mood and inspiration. So, a big shout out to KZOK for playing music that moves me to rock out, and a shout out to Life Science Washington for the perfectly shaped water bottle that I used as my imaginary microphone.

And ALL thanks to Gloria Gaynor for the ATTITUDE! (click the link for the song)

(And no thanks to SoundCloud for not letting me upload this there, because somehow the Karaoke Channel thinks it’s the only backing-track game in town).

Yes, Child!

This song comes from a need for something bouncy that’s full of light and spice and joy. Another bread and butter artist in my household, Mary Chapin Carpenter was perhaps the first female vocalist I heard while driving around with my parents. At least she’s one that I remember most vividly.

Also, since Mardi Gras is coming up, this seems doubly appropriate. Here’s to the Big Easy, New Orleans. May your music and food never get swept away by your Hurricanes…