My favorite song in Oklahoma! is called "Many a New Day." The basic premise of the song is that the guy I like appears to be into somebody else, so I sing the song to show I don't really care. I love the song 'cause I get to be spunky, and I sing it pretty well.
AAANNNDDD it makes me think of this song. :)
Yay!
Showing posts with label Eight Days A Week. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eight Days A Week. Show all posts
Thursday, December 8, 2011
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Eight Free Minutes a Week
Hello Bloggerverse. We haven't spoken in a while.
There are several things I would love to rant about. And I probably will at a later date. But I just now finished my homework, and I'm exhausted. So I'm going to give you a quick blurb and a song and call it a night.
My life has become increasingly hectic in the past few weeks and as a result, this is the song of the week:
Sorry if you wanna make plans. You most likely won't see me.
There are several things I would love to rant about. And I probably will at a later date. But I just now finished my homework, and I'm exhausted. So I'm going to give you a quick blurb and a song and call it a night.
My life has become increasingly hectic in the past few weeks and as a result, this is the song of the week:
Sorry if you wanna make plans. You most likely won't see me.
Monday, November 14, 2011
Eight Musical Days a Week
You guys get a LIVE VIDEO this time. Aren't you excited? Because I am.
There is a long story as to why this is the song of the week.
There is this lovely film from... a long time ago starring Robert Preston and Shirley Jones called The Music Man. It is a musical. And it is hands down one of my favorite movies of all time. This song is originally from that musical.
Shirley Jones, who sang this song in The Music Man, also played the leading lady Laurey (WOW SAY THAT THREE TIMES FAST) in another film based upon a musical called Oklahoma! I happen to be in this musical as of Thursday. And I also happen to be Laurey. :) :) :)
Furthermore, on Thursday night I went to go see The Lion King. As in the stage play. Which is phenomenal and incredible and wonderful. And it also happens to be a musical.
So this has been a good week for musicals. And this song is from a musical. My favorite musical. And it's the Beatles! Yay. I love when my favorite things coincide.
There is a long story as to why this is the song of the week.
There is this lovely film from... a long time ago starring Robert Preston and Shirley Jones called The Music Man. It is a musical. And it is hands down one of my favorite movies of all time. This song is originally from that musical.
Shirley Jones, who sang this song in The Music Man, also played the leading lady Laurey (WOW SAY THAT THREE TIMES FAST) in another film based upon a musical called Oklahoma! I happen to be in this musical as of Thursday. And I also happen to be Laurey. :) :) :)
Furthermore, on Thursday night I went to go see The Lion King. As in the stage play. Which is phenomenal and incredible and wonderful. And it also happens to be a musical.
So this has been a good week for musicals. And this song is from a musical. My favorite musical. And it's the Beatles! Yay. I love when my favorite things coincide.
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Eight Marathon Writing Days a Week
C'mon now. It's the first week of NaNoWriMo. Were you really expecting anything different? (Not that that's going incredibly well for me at the moment...)
Sunday, October 30, 2011
Scooby-Doo Meets the Beatles
Eight Days a Week is ONCE AGAIN a day late. Sorry.
Alright. Since nothing says Halloween like homicidal lyrics, have a song.
AHAHA. I just realized that song is just like Othello and Desdemona. Ah nerd connections.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
I need you to watch this too. Seriously. I promise I will tie it all together.
Okay. I was SUCH a Scooby-Doo child. I love Scooby-Doo. So the first time I heard "Run For Your Life," the lyric about hiding your head in the sand automatically connected with the song from Scooby-Doo about being in love with an ostrich. And having your head in the sand.
Congratulations, you've wasted five plus minutes of your life on this post. :)
Alright. Since nothing says Halloween like homicidal lyrics, have a song.
AHAHA. I just realized that song is just like Othello and Desdemona. Ah nerd connections.
BUT WAIT! THERE'S MORE!
I need you to watch this too. Seriously. I promise I will tie it all together.
Okay. I was SUCH a Scooby-Doo child. I love Scooby-Doo. So the first time I heard "Run For Your Life," the lyric about hiding your head in the sand automatically connected with the song from Scooby-Doo about being in love with an ostrich. And having your head in the sand.
Congratulations, you've wasted five plus minutes of your life on this post. :)
Saturday, October 22, 2011
Eight Days a Week-- "When I'm 64"
Tonight was the "Banquet of the Ages" at my church. The youth group serves the elderly people and we get to talk to them and it's all very cool. All I can say is I hope I'm like them when I'm sixty-four.
Hehe. Oh the cleverness of me. :)
Hehe. Oh the cleverness of me. :)
Friday, October 14, 2011
99 Items or Less
... And by items, I mean words. :)
In Creative Writing this week we've been working on flash fiction--a complete story in 99 words or less. Flash fictions have static characters (there's not enough time for them to change) but your perception of the character is supposed to change, usually in a surprise twist. I'm rather proud of mine. So I think I'll share them.
I'll Never Understand Women
“She left me. Throw a couple a’ punches and she walks away. I just don’t get it.”
Judging by his speechlessness, his friend didn’t either.
“I mean, really, did I ever do her wrong? And you remember that time Vince tried to beat her up? What’d I say? ‘Nobody beats up my woman but me.’ That’s exactly what I said, idn’t it? Idn’t it?”
Sympathizing silence.
“I know it. You’re a good friend, George. Guess it’s just you and me now. Gimme another round.”
Billy hugged the stuffed tiger and poured himself another cup of orange soda.
Hahaha. Loosely inspired by Calvin and Hobbes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not With a Bang, But a Whimper
The archaeologists rummaged through the rubble, sifting through a civilization that had fallen into ruin centuries earlier. The dig had thus far been disappointing; evidently, this society had not much cared for written records.
“Hey! Dave, come look at this,” one called from his respective place in the site. “I think I found something!”
There were only a few pages left inside the bound cover of the book, and it was amazing that even they had survived.
“What’s it say?”
He brushed stray dirt and rocks from the binding.
“Twilight.”
This one was inspired by my enduring fear that our civilization will fall and all they will find is the Twilight Saga, and they'll judge our entire civilization by it. If you've talked to me for any length of time I'm sure you've heard me rant about that before, so I won't get started. I will say that the title is a reference to T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men," and that particular quote describes the way in which the world ends: "Not with a bang, but a whimper." I feel like if the world ended on Twilight... that'd be a pretty whimpery way to go.
Aaaannnddd my explanation of my story was successfully longer than my story. Awesome.
That was the entertaining part of my blog post. Feel free to stop reading here unless you know what Eight Days a Week is.
Finally, on a completely unrelated note, it's Eight Days a Week. I know you're excited.
I don't actually like this song all that much, but it talks about there being a show tonight. And I am, in fact, in a show tonight. It's a murder mystery, and I play an old Irish lady who owns the Chinese restaurant in which the crime occurs. There are, sadly, no trampolines. Or fire.
In Creative Writing this week we've been working on flash fiction--a complete story in 99 words or less. Flash fictions have static characters (there's not enough time for them to change) but your perception of the character is supposed to change, usually in a surprise twist. I'm rather proud of mine. So I think I'll share them.
I'll Never Understand Women
“She left me. Throw a couple a’ punches and she walks away. I just don’t get it.”
Judging by his speechlessness, his friend didn’t either.
“I mean, really, did I ever do her wrong? And you remember that time Vince tried to beat her up? What’d I say? ‘Nobody beats up my woman but me.’ That’s exactly what I said, idn’t it? Idn’t it?”
Sympathizing silence.
“I know it. You’re a good friend, George. Guess it’s just you and me now. Gimme another round.”
Billy hugged the stuffed tiger and poured himself another cup of orange soda.
Hahaha. Loosely inspired by Calvin and Hobbes.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Not With a Bang, But a Whimper
The archaeologists rummaged through the rubble, sifting through a civilization that had fallen into ruin centuries earlier. The dig had thus far been disappointing; evidently, this society had not much cared for written records.
“Hey! Dave, come look at this,” one called from his respective place in the site. “I think I found something!”
There were only a few pages left inside the bound cover of the book, and it was amazing that even they had survived.
“What’s it say?”
He brushed stray dirt and rocks from the binding.
“Twilight.”
This one was inspired by my enduring fear that our civilization will fall and all they will find is the Twilight Saga, and they'll judge our entire civilization by it. If you've talked to me for any length of time I'm sure you've heard me rant about that before, so I won't get started. I will say that the title is a reference to T.S. Eliot's "The Hollow Men," and that particular quote describes the way in which the world ends: "Not with a bang, but a whimper." I feel like if the world ended on Twilight... that'd be a pretty whimpery way to go.
Aaaannnddd my explanation of my story was successfully longer than my story. Awesome.
That was the entertaining part of my blog post. Feel free to stop reading here unless you know what Eight Days a Week is.
Finally, on a completely unrelated note, it's Eight Days a Week. I know you're excited.
I don't actually like this song all that much, but it talks about there being a show tonight. And I am, in fact, in a show tonight. It's a murder mystery, and I play an old Irish lady who owns the Chinese restaurant in which the crime occurs. There are, sadly, no trampolines. Or fire.
Thursday, October 6, 2011
Eight Utterly Exhausting Days a Week
This about accurately describes this week's school/work/church schedule (as demonstrated in my lack of blog posts since last week.)
Someday I will have free time again...
Someday I will have free time again...
Thursday, September 29, 2011
Eight Belated Days a Week
Alas, I am late again. So this week's song seemed rather appropriate.
Haha.
(It was my dad's idea. He's cleverer than I am.)
Haha.
(It was my dad's idea. He's cleverer than I am.)
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
Eight Days a Week-- "Got to Get You Into My Life"
I'm just feeling this one this week. Sorry, no literary geekouts.
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
Eight Days a Week... Literature Style
(I know what you're thinking. Eight Days a Week was yesterday. I forgot. My apologies.)
Sometimes I have a good explanation for the song of the week. This is one of those times.
I'm in AP English and we just started studying Shakespeare's King Lear. In the first act of the play you realize really quickly that King Lear is extremely vain (or insecure... maybe a little of both); he is constantly looking for approval and overbearing admiration from those around him. At one point, he brings in his three daughters (Goneril, Regan, and Cordelia, if you want to know) and expects them to express their love for him in words-- whoever pleases him the most with their "love" will get the most land. The whole point is basically that he tries to put a numerical value on honor and affection and love.
So this is what I think of.
Hahaha.
Sometimes I have a good explanation for the song of the week. This is one of those times.
I'm in AP English and we just started studying Shakespeare's King Lear. In the first act of the play you realize really quickly that King Lear is extremely vain (or insecure... maybe a little of both); he is constantly looking for approval and overbearing admiration from those around him. At one point, he brings in his three daughters (Goneril, Regan, and Cordelia, if you want to know) and expects them to express their love for him in words-- whoever pleases him the most with their "love" will get the most land. The whole point is basically that he tries to put a numerical value on honor and affection and love.
So this is what I think of.
Hahaha.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Eight Days a Week-- "Eleanor Rigby"
This is one of my favorite Beatles songs. It's one of their most polished tracks, and the lyrics are just beautiful. I'd put in the Top 20 Greatest Songs of All Time EASY. :)
My favorite line is the one about "wearing a face that she keeps in the jar by the door." Lonely people always put on a brave face. I don't know, I just really like that.
ALSO-- There is a statue of Eleanor Rigby in Liverpool, England. It's "Dedicated to all the Lonely People." I shall visit it someday. When I go see Abbey Road. :)
My favorite line is the one about "wearing a face that she keeps in the jar by the door." Lonely people always put on a brave face. I don't know, I just really like that.
ALSO-- There is a statue of Eleanor Rigby in Liverpool, England. It's "Dedicated to all the Lonely People." I shall visit it someday. When I go see Abbey Road. :)
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Ladies and Gentlemen, The Beatles.
On August 26, 1964, the Beatles played a show at Red Rocks Amphitheatre.
On August 26, 2011, they came back.
My daddy and I had a date last night. He surprised me with tickets to go see "1964," a Beatles Tribute band.
IT WAS RIDICULOUS MAN.
One of my great regrets in life is that I will never see the Beatles play. That would've been something else. However, seeing as George and John are no longer with us, it's a dream far beyond my reach.
1964 is the next best thing. Seriously.
They wear costumes so they look like the Beatles. They play the exact same instruments. They sound just like the Beatles. They move just like the Beatles. THEY ARE THE BEATLES.
And maybe the best part is that they play early Beatles stuff (pre-Sgt. Pepper's), which is in my opinion their better music. They ended up playing literally all my favorite songs (Ok, maybe they missed a couple, but they can't sing the whole catalog). I don't remember the order anymore but they played these songs:
-"I Want to Hold Your Hand"
-"Please Please Me"
-"From Me to You"
-"All My Loving"
-"This Boy"
-"Act Naturally"
-"Ticket to Ride"
-"When I Saw Her Standing There"
-"Can't Buy Me Love" (!!!!)
-"Twist and Shout"
-"And Your Bird Can Sing"
-"Taxman"
-"I Feel Fine"
-"You Can't Do That"
-"Hard Day's Night"
-"Drive My Car"
-"In My Life"
-"Til There Was You" (maybe my all time favorite just because it's in The Music Man)
-"Eight Days a Week" (the first Beatles song I ever heard)
-"Day Tripper"
-"She Loves You"
Yeah. It was just generally fantastic. I don't know how to explain it better.
And the thing about the Beatles is they're so anti-age-gap. I'm a teenager, there was a six year old sitting next to us, 20-somethings behind us, and 60-somethings a couple rows down. Modern music doesn't do that. Even your basic classic rock doesn't to the same extent. Only the Beatles, man. Only the Beatles.
ANYWAYS.
I've decided that I'm starting a feature on the blog called "Eight Days a Week." Every eight days I shall post the Beatles song of my choosing, whether for current relevance or just 'cause I like it. Today is appropriately "Eight Days a Week."
That is all.
(If you ever get the chance, go see 1964.)
On August 26, 2011, they came back.
My daddy and I had a date last night. He surprised me with tickets to go see "1964," a Beatles Tribute band.
IT WAS RIDICULOUS MAN.
One of my great regrets in life is that I will never see the Beatles play. That would've been something else. However, seeing as George and John are no longer with us, it's a dream far beyond my reach.
1964 is the next best thing. Seriously.
They wear costumes so they look like the Beatles. They play the exact same instruments. They sound just like the Beatles. They move just like the Beatles. THEY ARE THE BEATLES.
And maybe the best part is that they play early Beatles stuff (pre-Sgt. Pepper's), which is in my opinion their better music. They ended up playing literally all my favorite songs (Ok, maybe they missed a couple, but they can't sing the whole catalog). I don't remember the order anymore but they played these songs:
-"I Want to Hold Your Hand"
-"Please Please Me"
-"From Me to You"
-"All My Loving"
-"This Boy"
-"Act Naturally"
-"Ticket to Ride"
-"When I Saw Her Standing There"
-"Can't Buy Me Love" (!!!!)
-"Twist and Shout"
-"And Your Bird Can Sing"
-"Taxman"
-"I Feel Fine"
-"You Can't Do That"
-"Hard Day's Night"
-"Drive My Car"
-"In My Life"
-"Til There Was You" (maybe my all time favorite just because it's in The Music Man)
-"Eight Days a Week" (the first Beatles song I ever heard)
-"Day Tripper"
-"She Loves You"
Yeah. It was just generally fantastic. I don't know how to explain it better.
And the thing about the Beatles is they're so anti-age-gap. I'm a teenager, there was a six year old sitting next to us, 20-somethings behind us, and 60-somethings a couple rows down. Modern music doesn't do that. Even your basic classic rock doesn't to the same extent. Only the Beatles, man. Only the Beatles.
ANYWAYS.
I've decided that I'm starting a feature on the blog called "Eight Days a Week." Every eight days I shall post the Beatles song of my choosing, whether for current relevance or just 'cause I like it. Today is appropriately "Eight Days a Week."
That is all.
(If you ever get the chance, go see 1964.)
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