Offending Feminists Through Music

Participating in Stacy McCain’s fourth annual Offend A Feminist Week is both an honor and a pleasure.  I know, I know:  some folks will not find this exercise “helpful,” but let me explain why they are wrong.

Actually, let me allow Mr. McCain to explain, since he’s a man and therefore much smarter than me:

“The empowering message of feminism is that all women are victims.  Victimhood is synonymous with power. To deny women their victimhood is therefore to re-victimize and disempower them.”

Thanks so much for clearing my mind on this issue, Mr. McCain.  I was starting to wonder:  why in the world is making fun of my own gender so much fun?

It’s fun because, unlike the typical feminist of today, I’m not empowered by victimhood.  I am empowered by throwing off the shackles of political correctness.  To reject political correctness is to liberate one’s mind.  Even if it’s a feeble female mind.

Snort.

I participated last year with a post still worth a click if you didn’t back then.  Dunno if I’ll be able to wax as profoundly poetic this year, what with all the homeskooling, cooking, and house cleaning I have to do.

Sometimes, it’s hard to be a woman.

Which leads me to the musical portion of my post.  There’s something here for everyone, young and old, so just scroll down ’til you find your style.

Country?

Or good old-fashioned?  How about Andy Williams, singing a Bacharach tune to warn us ladies:

“Don’t think because there’s a ring on your finger you needn’t try anymore.  For wives should always be lovers, too.  Run to his arms the moment he comes home to you, I’m warning you . . .

Day after day, there are girls at the office, and men will always be men.  Don’t send him off with your hair still in curlers.  You may not see him again . . . .”

Speaking of classic, there is always Elvis:

If 60′s were your decade, scroll no further.  Mick Jagger will offend you now:

It’s down to me
The way she talks when she’s spoken to
Down to me, the change has come,
She’s under my thumb
Ah, take it easy babe

(Ain’t the women screaming with rapture an extra kick in the feminist pants?)

And check out this more obscure 60′s song, Be A Caveman:

Were you a teen in the ’80′s, like me?  If so, you might appreciate a little B-Boys.  This one’s dedicated to MCA:

And finally, I just heard this song on the radio yesterday, and I right like it.  Language warning, however.  Apparently, it’s a bluegrass-style cover of a rap song:

Happy Offending, everyone!

P.S.  Which song was your favorite?  Do you have one that should be added?

(Hat Tip:  I found several of these songs at drownedinsound.com.)

Cross-posted at Disrupt The Narrative

It Came From Nashville

Work hard, rock hard, eat hard, sleep hard, and wear glasses if you need ‘em.

Ring a bell to anyone?

No?

Well.

I owned this album, back in the day when albums were vinyl, and I couldn’t afford to buy many.  Of all the cowpunk and rockabilly talent in Nashville during the 80′s, I never understood why Webb Wilder didn’t make the big time.  (If you follow the Nashville link, by the way, one of the listed bands included none other than my brother-in-law.)

Fast forward twenty-plus years, and surprise, surprise.  I just don’t follow the music scene the way I used to.  A few weeks ago, however, hubs and I had a rollicking retro Friday night perusing the YouTubz for stuff from our youth.  We started out with classic commercials like Wendy’s Soviet Fashion Show.

Then, hubs had a random memory of Human Cannonball–a great, great song.  Under the You Tube video screen was the announcement:  playing at Knuckleheads, Kansas City Nov 5th.  Webb is lead DJ on an XM channel these days, and his music is making a comeback.  Sweet!

The babysitter’s booked.

I’m a human cannonballlll-hall, ya’ll.

The YouTubz Are Not Down With EBT

So my boys think the EBT song is funny, and asked to hear it again today.  Remember I posted about it, but made folks click over to Disrupt the Narrative to view it?

Lo and behold, YouTube has disabled it.

What the what?

A Google search provides this info:

“YouTube has found itself at the center of a heated debate concerning free speech, a dysfunctional welfare system and the power of the conservative blogosphere.”

An interview of Mr. EBT is here.  He says that he intended the video to be a parody of  EBT abuse.  This explanation sounds plausible enough, and so I laud his effective spotlighting of a very important issue.

He played a convincing role in this parody, so much that most of us didn’t pick up on the fact that he was in on the joke.

Anyway, what do you reckon is the real reason that YouTube removed this viral video?

PS:  You can still watch it here.

You’re Gonna Pay

Cuz someone’s got to . . . pay . . .

This video has not gone as viral as it should.  Yet.  Therefore, I’m gonna do my Army-of-Davids-best to help make that happen.

Wilson Getchell submitted that original song and video to the Powerline video contest, but he did not win.  (According to Dana Loesch, it was Glenn Reynolds’ favorite entry, though.)

I couldn’t get the tune out of my head, it’s so catchy.  Its stripped-down, old skool punk rock sound is first-rate.  I found Mr. Getchell on Twitter, and asked where to download it.  As of today, you can download You’re Gonna Pay for the bargain price of 99 cents, right here.

So go.  Download it.  Share it.  Also, check out the lyrics here.

And check out his YouTube channel.  And his MySpace, which has four additional songs.  I’ve listened to most, and lemme tell you, he is more talented than most of the “artists” on the airwaves these days.  Good stuff.  I really hope Mr. Getchell makes Dancing in Havana available for download, too.  It’s my next favorite so far.

I’ve gotta get these boys to the beach now.  Ya’ll have a good week.

Sunday Music Serendipity

I’ve been randomly introduced to the Dropkick Murphys by two unrelated blog posts.  First was at the WORM hole, and then next at Loopy Loo’s Into The Morning (via By Design).   Loopy’s has the added plus of USMC awesomeness.  Both songs rock, so I’m tying these two loose ends together. 

Enjoy!

Navy News, The Country Music Edition

I’ll let my intrepid, on-the-scene reporter explain:

Attached is a photo that was taken aboard the USS Enterprise this past Saturday night.

Lucky Bear belongs to [our five-year old]. The night before I deployed, I said “I might have some trouble sleeping. I wonder if I should take something?” Meaning a Benadryl for sleeplessness due to the impending journey. So, as I was putting the boys to bed, my son hops up in the middle of the goodnight prayer. “What are you doing?” “Just a minute Dad….”  He goes through his toy box and pulls out Lucky Bear.  “Here Daddy. Take this, he will help you sleep.”

Lucky Bear has been on deployment with me the entire time.

So far, Lucky has been in the air, in Ephesus, and seen Lisbon.  This past Saturday night, we had the great fortune of having Toby Keith come to the ship and give a concert for us. I was lucky enough (along with 64 other sailors and Marines) to dine with him. After dinner, we were given the opportunity to have our pictures made.  I took Lucky Bear.  When I explained it to him, Mr. Keith was more than happy to hold my son’s teddy bear for this picture.  That night, the concert was AWESOME!!!!

And yes, he supports us and was a nice guy to talk to.

Not too shabby, Lucky Bear.  Not too shabby.

Yeah, that’s hub’s arm on the edge of the photo.  Anonymity requires that I crop him out.  Active duty service members should avoid public ties with an extremist right-wing agitator like me, you know.

UPDATE:  I should add the response of our five-year old, upon seeing the photo:

“Lucky Bear!!” 

Much like me, he wouldn’t recognize Toby Keith or any other performer when passing them by on the street.

Yay! They Fired Keith Olbermann!

Yeah, yeah, I know.  Old news.

But today, I realized something.

An execrable leftist taint has been removed from the second movement of Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony.

Gone!   Like some loathsome demon exorcised by a priest.

Beethoven’s Ninth is approximately seventy-six of music’s most perfect minutes.  Twelve of those minutes–molto vivace–were maliciously marred by Keith Olbermann and his collectivist, hate-mongering drivel.  Once I identified the second movement with Olbermann’s MSNBC show, I could no longer enjoy it.  Naturally, I stopped listening.  Until . . .

Hallelujah!

These minutes of perfection are reclaimed.  Tonight, I have relished them. 

Don’t be too impressed.  I’m no better than the caricature described at “Stuff White People Like.”  Sadly, I cannot even read music without counting steps from middle C.

Nevermind.  A velvet-lined bass cover was once my sleeping bag.  Classical music will always envelop me the same way.

And yes.  I’m still happy to defund NPR.  Classical music will survive the market.

Cuz it rocks.

UPDATE:  It occurs to me that a highlight vid might be helpful:

About Those Grammys

Actually I don’t have anything to say about the Grammys.  I don’t know who won, I don’t know who was nominated, and I’m not even positive whether it’s a music, movie, or TV award.

But I did hear about Lady Gaga’s egg, and I am old enough to remember the 80′s.

So I want to thank that goofy Gaga for jogging a fond memory loose from the cobwebby recesses of my mind.

Ah, Mork from Ork.  He was dreamy.

Don’t you dare make fun.  Remember that this show aired in the late seventies, and I was eight years old.  At that time, I also thought rainbows and unicorns were awesome, and I was going to be a poet when I grew up.

Oh, okay.  Make fun.

Friday Night Music

I’ve meant for a while to thank the Robot for introducing me to the Gourds:

Then yesterday, a new Mumford and Sons song played on the radio (wow, something good on the radio!).  I want to share it with you for three reasons:  they rock, their lyrics are uplifting, and they accomplish the first two things simultaneously:

Cause I need freedom now
And I need to know how
To live my life as it’s meant to be

And I will hold on hope
And I won’t let you choke
On the noose around your neck

And I’ll find strength in pain
And I will change my ways
I’ll know my name as it’s called again

Finally, you know the YouTubz can be a dangerous place.  A couple clicks from The Gourds, I found a faux Irish folk band from Pittsburgh, called Ceann (“Key-Ann”).

And so, here’s my new favorite faux Irish folk song, The Worst Pirate Song.  (“By sassy parrot, I don’t mean your bitchy friend” LOLOLOLOL.)  Enjoy!

Friday Night Fluff

Zombie stuff just keeps getting more popular.

This movie trailer is amusing.  I wonder if the whole thing is worthwhile.  It was done by a hip hop group.  That’s right, you read it correctly.

I found them because an FB friend posted this music video, which has an amusing anti-government-control story:

 

This Australian hip hop group has been around for years, it seems, but I haven’t heard them get any airplay here.  They can’t fit it between Katy Perry and Rihanna songs, perhaps.

Good stuff.  They have an old school vibe.  Plus, they don’t grate on one’s nerves even a little bit, which is a difficult accomplishment for any music from this genre.