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Some silicone sister with her manager's mister told me I got what it takes - Springsteen

Sand On My Shoes - Kinks

I was wondering why the ball was getting bigger. Then it hit me.

So what if I don’t know what apocalypse means? It’s not the end of the world!

Monkey See, Monkey Do - Michael Franks We used to do this song when we were trying to be a jazz band. But in this area, we couldn't get enough jazz gigs to support ourselves, so we went to pop music, and haven't lacked for work since (except for the COVID pause).

I knew "Walk Don't Run" as a Johnny Smith song. A guitar playing friend had it on an LP. The Ventures covered a lot of others, I particularly used to like their take on "Lullaby Of The Leaves"

Son Of A Son Of A Sailor - Jimmy Buffett Here in South Florida, if you don't play a few Jimmy Buffett songs, someone in the audience will be disappointed. I sing this one but I changed the arrangement to have more of a Reggae feel.

A man sued an airline company after it lost his luggage. Sadly, he lost his case.

The Age of Innocence · Elmer Bernstein & Orchestra (triple word score -- but 3x0=0)

You've got the nicest North America, this sailor ever saw, I'd like to feel your warm Brazil and touch your, Panama. - Michael Franks (from Popsicle Toes). OK it's two lines, but it's perhaps the most clever lyrics to use geography to get your hands on sensual parts of a female's body. You can squeeze my lemon ’til the juice run down my leg - Robert Johnson I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive You gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial - Sonny Boy Williamson II I am yours, you are mine, you are what you are, You make it hard - Crosby Stills & Nash (pretty sexy for its day) I'm glad I don't live in a trailer - Jimmy Buffett

"She's living in L A, with my best old ex-friend Ray" - Jim Croce "The senoritas don't care-o, when there's no dinero" - Zac Brown "If I Said You Have a Beautiful Body Would You Hold It Against Me" - Bellamy Brothers "The girl is your sister but your mama don't know" - Sir Lancelot

Shake - Otis Redding or the original: Shake - Sam Cooke

Redneck home security: Put a couple of wicker chairs on the front porch by the door. Make sure they are warn and tattered. On one of the chairs, put a few gun magazines, Near the chair, a huge dog water dish with "Killer" scrawled on it. On the door put a hand scrawled sign. "Hey Bubba. I went to the store to get some ammo. Don't go inside, killer has been acting real strange lately. He messed up the mailman pretty bad yesterday. Be back in a minute."

Play Me - Neil Diamond

I recall reading that in the early days, the Catholic church decided anything with a Tritone interval was "The Devil's Music". So that not only made diminished chords illegal, but also dominant 7ths. In my big sister's era, any form of Rock 'n Roll was "The Devil's Music." So I guess each generation decides which new genre is the devil's music. Is the Devil in the details? Notes ♫

I agree, but usually put it this way: There are two kinds of music; Music I like and music made for someone else's ears. And I don't know why I like what I like. I'm a rare sax player who doesn't care for almost all of what John Coltrane played. I can analyze it, and realize the absolute genius in what he did, but it just does not speak to me. I'm more of a Stan Getz or Stanley Turrentine appreciator. Bach, Brahms and Mozart are the same. I can see the genius, and how they changed music, but most of what they wrote doesn't move me. But much of what Dvorak, Shastakovitch, Suk, Prokofief, De Falla, Saint-Saëns, and Tchaikovsky wrote thrills me. I love Muddy Waters' music, but John Lee Hooker bores me. I could go on in genre after genre. I tried to figure out why I like what I like, and why what I don't like doesn't hold my interest, but eventually I gave up. I just like what I like. Insights and incites by Notes ♫

Ladies, if he can’t appreciate your fruit jokes, you need to let that mango. groan

Hit Me With Your Best Shot - Pat Benatar

And if you are self-employed, like me, and something like COVID comes around, you become self-unemployed.

How do you throw a space party? You planet.

Always Look On The Bright Side Of Life - Monty Python