Category Archives: Music

Moment of Zen: Autumn Leaves

Autumn is here, and in Vermont, we will reach peak leaf season over the next two weeks. The beauty of these few weeks of autumn makes it worthwhile to live in Vermont.

“Autumn Leaves” is a popular song and jazz standard composed by Joseph Kosma with original lyrics by Jacques Prévert in French, and later by Johnny Mercer in English. Paula Cole sings my favorite version (above) and Nat King Cole sings another beautiful version (below).


Moment of Zen: Watermelon Sugar

Being from the South, I love a good watermelon, and this song has been stuck in my head since I first heard it. I find it quite catchy. I decided to show the video of the song with just the lyrics instead of the official music video. Quite honestly, I am not a fan of Harry Styles’ looks, especially him in this video, and considering that this song is rumored to be about performing oral sex on a woman (Ew!), the video just really turned me off. I couldn’t even watch the whole thing. Styles tries to eat a slice of watermelon seductively, and it just comes off as gross, and the video consists of him eating watermelon and singing the song while being surrounded by big breasted women. While I don’t like him, I do like the song, and men can be attractive while eating watermelon. Styles just isn’t.


What a Friend We Have in Jesus

What a Friend we have in Jesus

1
What a Friend we have in Jesus,
All our sins and griefs to bear!
What a privilege to carry
Everything to God in prayer!
O what peace we often forfeit,
O what needless pain we bear,
All because we do not carry
Everything to God in prayer!

2
Have we trials and temptations?
Is there trouble anywhere?
We should never be discouraged,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.
Can we find a friend so faithful
Who will all our sorrows share?
Jesus knows our every weakness,
Take it to the Lord in prayer.

3
Are we weak and heavy-laden,
Cumbered with a load of care?
Precious Savior, still our refuge—
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
Do thy friends despise, forsake thee?
Take it to the Lord in prayer;
In His arms He’ll take and shield thee,
Thou wilt find a solace there.

“What a Friend We Have in Jesus” is a Christian hymn originally written by preacher Joseph M. Scriven as a poem in 1855 to comfort his mother, who was living in Ireland while he was in Canada. Scriven originally published the poem anonymously, and only received full credit for it in the 1880s. The tune to the hymn was composed by Charles Crozat Converse in 1868. William Bolcom composed a setting of the hymn.

The hymn also has many versions with different lyrics in multiple languages. The Handbook to the Lutheran Hymnal notes, “In spite of the fact that this hymn, with its tune, has been criticized as being too much on the order of the sentimental gospel type, its popularity remains strong, and the hymn retains a place in modern hymnals.” In some settings, the lyrics have been matched to other tunes such as the Welsh “Calon Lân” (originally wedded to the Welsh poem translated as “A Pure Heart”).


Grammys

I wasn’t going to watch any of it. Then one of my coworkers told me that Ricky Martin was going to be in the opening, I decided I’d at least watch that. But, Ricky came out with a mustache. He looked horrible. I hate the mustache craze. I hate even more the full beard, but mustaches just look stupid. I thought I’d stop it there, but I decided to watch Alicia Keyes and was rewarded by seeing Michelle Obama. After that, I was happy to see Shawn Mendes, who while I like some of his music but more than that, I just like to look at him. He has an amazing smile that makes your heart skip a beat. Shortly after Shawn, I fell asleep. I woke up to the medley of Dolly Parton songs that I thought was fabulous. I really enjoyed her new song about the red shoes. I watched a bit longer but eventually turned it off and fell asleep. I do want to say one more thing, Alicia Keyes is AMAZING. Watching her play two pianos at once was amazing. I’ve seen dueling pianos before, but never when it was one person playing them.

Jose Cuervo

Jose Cuervo
Song by Shelly West

Well it’s Sunday Mornin’
And the sun in shinin’
In my eye that is open
And my head is spinnin’
Was the life of the party
I can’t stop grinnin’
I had to much Tequila last night

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

Now wait a minute
Things don’t look to familiar
Who is this cowboy
Who’s sleepin’ beside me?
He’s awful cute, but how’d I
Get his shirt on?
I had to much Tequila last night

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?

All those little shooters
How I love to drink ’em down
Come on bartender
Let’s have another round
Well the music is playing
And my spirits are high
Tomorrow might be painful
But tonight we’re gonna fly

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Every time we get together
I sure have a good time
You’re my friend
You’re the best
Mi amigo
(Tequila)

Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine
I like to drink you with a little salt and lime
Did I kiss all the cowboys?
Did I shoot out the lights?
Did I dance on the bar?
Did I start a fight?
Jose Cuervo you are a friend of mine

Songwriters: Cindy Jordan


I’ll Be Home for Christmas

I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams
I’ll be home for Christmas
You can plan on me
Please have snow and mistletoe
And presents on the tree
Christmas Eve will find me
Where the lovelight gleams
I’ll be home for Christmas
If only in my dreams

I’m heading home today. At 5:58 am my plane is supposed to take off for Charlotte then from Charlotte to Montgomery. I hope there is no snow, though I’m fine with some mistletoe. After the last nearly two weeks of being sick, I’m ready to be home so that I can relax.

The Concert

I had a fabulous time at the Lorrie Morgan concert. After about every four songs she stopped and told some stories. She was very funny. She also sang all of my favorite songs, including ending with “Something in Red.” I had so much fun. I wish I could have shared it with someone instead of going alone, but alas, I didn’t have a date. Honestly, I didn’t mind going on my own that much, but it would have been nice to share it with someone. Nevertheless, it was a great concert and I really enjoyed it. I sang along to most of the songs, probably to the annoyance of those around me, but I didn’t really care. I don’t sing that loudly.


Something in Red

Something in Red
written by Angela Kaset and recorded by Lorrie Morgan
I’m looking for something in red
Something that’s shocking to turn someone’s head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Stockings and garters and lace underwear
The guaranteed number to knock the men dead
I’m looking for something in red
I’m looking for something in green
Something to out do an ex-high school queen
Jealousy comes in the color of jade
Do you have some pumps and a purse in this shade
And a perfume that whispers “Please comes back to me”
I’m looking for something in green
I’m looking for something in white
Something that shimmers in soft candlelight
Everyone calls us the most perfect pair
Should I wear a veil or a rose in my hair
Well, the train must be long and the waist must be tight
I’m looking for something in white
I’m looking for something in blue
Something real tiny, the baby’s brand new
He has his father’s nose and his chin
We once were hot lovers now we’re more like friends
Don’t tell me that’s just what old married folk do
I’m looking for something in blue
I’m looking for something in red
Like the one that I wore when I first turned his head
Strapless and sequined and cut down to there
Just a size larger that I wore last year
The guaranteed number to knock a man dead
I’m looking for something
I’ve gotta have something
I’m looking for something in red

I’m giving myself a little birthday present. I bought tickets to go see Lorrie Morgan in concert Saturday night. Fifth row, center seat. I’m just a wee bit excited because I’ve always loved Lorrie Morgan. In case you don’t know who Lorrie Morgan is, she is an American country music singer and the daughter of George Morgan, a country music singer who charted several hit singles between 1949 and his death in 1975. At age 13, songstress Lorrie Morgan was the youngest person ever to become a member of the famed Grand Ole Opera. The country giant has gone on to win four Country Music Association “Female Vocalist of the Year” awards, notch fourteen Top Ten hits, and sell more than eight million records over the course of her illustrious, song-filled career. Morgan has left a strong, contemporary woman’s mark on country music history with timeless standards such as “Five Minutes,” “Except for Monday,” “Something in Red,” “What Part of No,” “Watch Me,” and “A Picture of Me Without You.” 
“Something in Red” has always been one of my favorite songs along with “Except for Monday.”

Too Darn Hot

Too Darn Hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

I’d like to sup with my baby tonight

Refill the cup with my baby tonight

I’d like to sup with my baby tonight

Refill the cup with my baby tonight

But I ain’t up to my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

But brother, you fight my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

According to the Kinsey Report, ev’ry average man you know

Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court

When the temperature is low

But when the thermometer goes ‘way up

And the weather is sizzling hot

Mister, pants for romance is not

‘Cause it’s too, too, too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too, too darn hot

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

I’d like to coo with my baby tonight

And pitch the woo with my baby tonight

But brother, you fight my baby tonight

‘Cause it’s too darn hot

According to the Kinsey Report, ev’ry average man you know

Much prefers his lovey-dovey to court

When the temperature is low

But when the thermometer goes ‘way up

And the weather is sizzling hot

Mr. Gob for his squab

A marine for his queen

A G.I. for his cutie-pie is not

‘Cause it’s too, too, too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

It’s too darn hot

Songwriter: Cole Porter


Tuesday

Usually on Tuesdays, I post a poem. This Tuesday, however, I couldn’t find a poem that suited my mood. So I thought maybe a song, since lyrics are essentially poems. Again, I couldn’t think of an appropriate song, so I googled “greatest song of all time.” The search results sent me to Rolling Stones 500 Greatest Songs of All Time. Their number one song was no surprise “Like a Rolling Stone” by Bob Dylan. I hate Bob Dylan. I can’t understand a word he mumbles. I do like his son’s music though. Is it a joke that Rolling Stone picked “Like a Rolling Stone“? I looked and couldn’t find any place that said it was a joke. Anyway, that’s me babbling for the day. What is your greatest song of all time? Mine might just have to be “The Impossible Dream” from The Man From La Mancha. That’s the one that came to my head anyway.