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acmespaceship) wrote2010-02-04 01:10 pm
acmespaceship) wrote2010-02-04 01:10 pm
I had a brilliant idea!
I have never watched ABC's Lost, but I thought, hey, it's the last season. I'll watch the Season 6 premier. That'll be fun.
Now before I go further with this, I need to take a moment to discuss Uncle John's Band.
The Ukulele Club of Oak Park has several Grateful Dead songs in its repertoire (which I'm sure is not a surprise to anyone). Unfortunately, I have a recurring problem with Uncle John's Band. As a singer, even a lame singer like myself, it is necessary to believe the lyrics in order to sell them as a performer. This does not require that you understand the lyrics in a literal, English class essay manner. It merely means that you must, in the moment, mean what you say. In the moment of performance, I really do wish I was a Kellog's cornflake, floating in my bowl taking movies. (Punky's Dilemma is a great uke song because you know perfectly well, Paul Simon notwithstanding, that a floating cornflake would be playing a uke and not a guitar.)
So anyway, as we're singing UJB I get through the first verses fine because they have reasonable internal logic (reasonable for the late '60s). Then comes the moment when I have to sing, apropos of absolutely nothing like a crazy lady suddenly shouting on the L, "I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb." It is at precisely this point in the song that my brain decides the train of logic has derailed and I am babbling incoherently. That's when I get the giggles. It does not really work well to break down in giggles in the middle of UJB because then everyone else starts thinking about the lyrics, too, and there you go into free fall. I have some chops at keeping a straight face, but UJB just about kills me every time.
My point being, Lost lives in a silver mine. Just sayin'.
Now before I go further with this, I need to take a moment to discuss Uncle John's Band.
The Ukulele Club of Oak Park has several Grateful Dead songs in its repertoire (which I'm sure is not a surprise to anyone). Unfortunately, I have a recurring problem with Uncle John's Band. As a singer, even a lame singer like myself, it is necessary to believe the lyrics in order to sell them as a performer. This does not require that you understand the lyrics in a literal, English class essay manner. It merely means that you must, in the moment, mean what you say. In the moment of performance, I really do wish I was a Kellog's cornflake, floating in my bowl taking movies. (Punky's Dilemma is a great uke song because you know perfectly well, Paul Simon notwithstanding, that a floating cornflake would be playing a uke and not a guitar.)
So anyway, as we're singing UJB I get through the first verses fine because they have reasonable internal logic (reasonable for the late '60s). Then comes the moment when I have to sing, apropos of absolutely nothing like a crazy lady suddenly shouting on the L, "I live in a silver mine and I call it Beggar's Tomb." It is at precisely this point in the song that my brain decides the train of logic has derailed and I am babbling incoherently. That's when I get the giggles. It does not really work well to break down in giggles in the middle of UJB because then everyone else starts thinking about the lyrics, too, and there you go into free fall. I have some chops at keeping a straight face, but UJB just about kills me every time.
My point being, Lost lives in a silver mine. Just sayin'.
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