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      CommentAuthorhoppedup
    • CommentTimeNov 5th 2010
     
    So my wife comes to me and says, "Do you know what Maggie is singing?" (Maggie is 8)

    "No, what?"
    "Something about some guy in the bathroom lining up cocaine!"
    "Oh, yeah. That's the chorus from 'Singing Jim Croce'."
    "This doesn't upset you?"
    "Well, now that you mention it, I think he might be saying 'back room'. I was going to correct her, but I'm really not sure which one it is."

    Fast forward a few days. Maggie is standing in front of her mirror singing, "Look at me, I'm Sandra Dee, lousy with fragility..."
    Fragility? I confront the wife. "Oh I don't want her singing the real words so I told her it was 'fragility'."

    Now Shane's in the back/bathroom lining up the Rogaine. All night long.
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    Lol!

    After my son went from 7 to 10 hearing Ryan Adams all day, we just gave in on the language thing. So I was busting his chops about some explicit lyric thing recently to which he retorted, hey dad, tell Blake to write another song about drugs!

    ...I said "good talk son."
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      CommentAuthorant5marching
    • CommentTimeNov 5th 2010 edited
     
    HAHAHA, this is hilarious!

    They may grow up with dirty mouths, but at least they will have good taste in music!
    • CommentAuthorearlbny
    • CommentTimeNov 8th 2010
     
    Classic! lol
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      CommentAuthorhoppedup
    • CommentTimeNov 21st 2010
     
    So this morning, Maggie and I walked to get some breakfast. On the way home, she starts singing, "Stop! In the name of love, before you break my heart again, you don't break my heart again"

    What a funny kid.
    • CommentAuthorearlbny
    • CommentTimeNov 24th 2010
     
    funny indeed.
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    Came across this and had to laugh... I too have children that I have exposed to all kinds of music. Depression, alcohol, violence and drugs always seem to permeate the very best of music and I saw this as an early opportunity to teach them about the ways of the world. I knew I couldn’t raise my kids in a bubble, and having once been on the fast track to an early grave myself, I felt that lyrics were a great, safe way to bring up some difficult topics with my kids.
    My Yarn story is about my son...
    At age 11 he was forced to sit through the D.A.R.E. (Drug abuse resistance education) program at school. This anti drug and alcohol program was taught by a particularly self serving narcissistic member of the local police force by the name of Officer Heffelfinger. My son, who at 11 was already pretty good at reading people was disgusted at the “fine” officer’s approach to teaching his classmates. Every day he would come home with comments like, “Mom, he’s giving kids ideas of new things to try...” At the end of the program, he had to sign a pledge to “just say no” and write a little essay on the program and the merits of the wonderful officer who taught it. A “graduation” ceremony followed, parents were invited, essays that were particularly complimentary to the officer were read out loud, certificates awarded, big deal...
    Fast forward a day... my son’s birthday.
    We were taking him and some buddies to see Yarn at a local coffeehouse. During intermission, my son’s friend asked Blake to dedicate a song to him for his birthday (while my son was distracted so he didn’t know) Blake told him he would see what he could do. The kids throughly enjoyed the second set, wondering if a dedication might come... As the evening progressed, their anticipation grew and grew. Yarn finished the set and left the stage. Even after an awesome show, you couldn’t help but see a little bit of disappointment in the faces of the kids, (they really wanted a dedication) Only my son, who didn’t know anything about it, was totally happy and smiling. Then the boys from Yarn, prompted by the crowd, returned to the stage for an encore. Blake introduced the song: “ So this is a song, your not gonna know it, but it’s real easy to sing along... And if you like to get high, you’re gonna like this song.... “ Then it hit him... “Oh jeez, I forgot.... I’d like to dedicate this song to... (insert my son’s name)”
    I haven’t laughed that hard in a long time.
    and I can’t help but wonder what Officer Heffelfinger would think if he only knew.
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      CommentAuthorhoppedup
    • CommentTimeDec 21st 2010
     
    Great story.

    Reminds me of a story that another of my favorite artists, Todd Snider tells about getting community service:

    "They said they wanted me to teach kids about drugs. I thought, 'Shit, I can do that'. There must have been some kind of misunderstanding there. I taught 'em how to make a bong out of an apple. So they gave me more community service time."
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    Well at least he knew what "prepping my vein" meant!

    Fucking DARE programs. I send cops running from my classroom adter they get tongue-tied trying to explain their 4th Amendment infractions to my Auto class!
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    hopped, i love the improv medley that your daughter came up with, that's brilliant !

    story runner, that was an awesome story. kids should DARE to think for themselves.
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    My son and I are Todd Snider fans too... When he got his new ipod and synced my tunes on I caught him laughing one day. I said, "What are you listening too?" Turns out it was Todd Snider telling his mushroom story. Oops. Next year my son will be entering public high school in a different town--all new kids to hang with. One day when we were talking about him going to high school, his athletic, straight A honor student older sister jokingly told him: "Oh little brother, I'd hate to see you turn into a burn-out from the smoke pit...." I guess she was listening too.

    As far as the DARE program, I don’t really know much about it. I do think it was highly unfortunate that these young impressionable kids first experience with the police force was presented by a man so obviously flawed that an 11 year old could see right through him. My only hopes is that the officer was demoted to the DARE program to get him off the streets!
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      CommentAuthorbadlab
    • CommentTimeJan 4th 2012
     
    Thought this would be the best place to relate this story since it is mostly about kids and songs. So I decided to throw in the first Yarn CD today on the way to pick up my 3 year old. I don't listen to much of the studio stuff, mostly live and that is what my kids listen to as well. So Bad Bad Man came on, which we change the lines to looking for some propane, looking for some bills, anyway. Brooks says to me, "Daddy, Blake sings this song." He thought someone else was singing the song, he could tell the difference between the studio and live versions. That's all. Have a great day folks, only two more days until the weekend.
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    This is a good read to remind me of all the G-rated substitutions! Plus "high" equals "pie" :) But what about "Don't Worry 'Bout Me"? I guess I'm unimaginative, but I haven't been able to figure up good substitutions for whiskey and beer!
    • CommentAuthorStonyrunner
    • CommentTimeJan 8th 2012 edited
     
    Oh Amy, there should never be any substitutions for whiskey and beer!
    This thread continues to make me laugh... Don't think I mentioned that one time my son and I had "Woman on the Interstate" on and he asked me with a little grin on his face... "so what's THIS song about mom?" I told him it was about a man in love with a female jockey who could really dance... then I went on to explain about the "pole position" that it is the starting place next to the inside boundary fence in horse racing... etc, etc... that carried over to nascar, that's why they talk about the car being on the pole... etc. etc. being a jockey is very dangerous and that's why he wants her to quit... etc, etc. He looked puzzled for a second, then laughed at me and said, "you're full of shit mom, I think it's about a stripper"
    Ahhh, kids, they grow up way too fast.
    • CommentAuthorsuemck2
    • CommentTimeJan 9th 2012
     
    well Stonyrunner- you get an A for effort!! LOL
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    Maybe *that's* the reason for the mental block, Stony! Your stories on this post are hilarious! I love the great length you went to in the last story - I'm sure your son was just letting you go on and on while he waited for his moment! My kids are young and still in the magic bubble of childhood, so it's nice to be reminded that it's okay (and even humorous) when the bubble bursts and they start figuring things out on their own! :)