Have you read the latest news? “President Obama has announced in Washington that in light of his “Special Olympics” comment, he will no longer be speaking in public as any sort of colloquial phrases are now being held up for intense public examination. In related news, the American Society of Mute Persons has come out saying that this remark is “insulting” and “demeaning” to those who are speech deficient and do not have the option “to not speak”. In response, President Obama reportedly shrugged his shoulders. This was followed up with an announcement from the Association of Nervous Tic Persons of America that President Obama has shown “ultimate” disregard for the millions of Americans who display some sort of nervous tic. Following that announcement President Obama has reportedly not moved or spoken since”.
Not really. But it does illustrate how much of a “Nanny State” the world has become. Every action and statement, comment or verbal gaffe is now being held up to other peoples reactions as if each and every phrase is specifically targeting them. I have just finished reading the new John Lennon biography “The Life” by Philip Norman in which Lennon is repeatedly pillared by the author as he has been by many other writers as being insensitive when in his younger years he would pretend to be a “cripple” or a “spassie” when he mugged for the camera or on stage. I am not saying that by today’s standards that might be regarded as being insensitive. But in those days that was an accepted portrayal of humor. If we want to hold yesterday’s examples up in today’s standards, shouldn’t we apply this same yardstick to Jerry Lewis’ various characters who mime mentally challenged people? What about Red Skeletons’ “Gertrude and Heathcliffe”? Those characters, although they were seaguls, definitely portrayed mentally challenged individuals. It has been shown over history that the basis for humor is almost invariably at the expense of someone (preferably someone else).
Over time certain groups have been exposed to over the top characterizations as an easy route for laughs. I don’t believe I need to mention examples, but a few of them are pollacks, jews, blondes, newfies or any specific group at any point in history. Many jokes that have made the rounds simply replaces one group with another making a pollack joke a newfie joke or a dumb republican joke into a dumb democrat joke.
The statement by President Obama that his low bowling score was akin to the “Special Olympics or something” when taken out of context of a late night talk show can certainly be seen by some to be demeaning. But Special Olympian Kolan McConiughey who has bowled 5 perfect games since 2005 and won six medals in the games certainly isn’t someone Obama shouldn’t be comparing his bowling score to. In fact, I am sure McConiughey could respond with a few Obama jokes of his own to level the playing field. But then the Association to Prohibit Jokes Against The President, might take offense at that.
Saturday, March 21, 2009
Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Lip Syncing? Nothing New Here
Lip syncing has again been in the headlines. Most recently Paris Hilton was caught mouthing along to some song at her birthday party. One of the Simpson girl’s was caught again, Jennifer Hudson was outed for her Super Bowl XLIII performance and even the Boss, Bruce Springsteen was accused of singing to a prerecorded tape for the same Super Bowl halftime show. I don’t understand why people are so much up in arms over these transgressions, it is not as though this is anything new in an industry as rife with scandal and deception as the music industry is. Well, let’s not bring the banking sector into this right now.
Perhaps the most famous case is that of Milli Vanilli. Their story gets dragged out just about every time there is a new instance of lip syncing. For all of you unfamiliar with this example, Milli Vanelli was a duo consisting of Rob Pilatus and Fab Morvan. They formed in 1988 and won the Best New Artist Grammy in 1990. It turned out that the duo were merely a front for other singers and did not perform on the Grammy winning record. A technical glitch caused a song to “skip” repeatedly at a concert in late 1989 and the seeds of the truth of this band were sown. The Grammy was revoked once the story got out and unfortunately Rob Pilatus died in 1998 as a result of suicide. This is particularly sad when you realize what happened to them is only one in a series of affairs that the music industry has pulled over on the listening public.
It is more likely that people have heard of Milli Vanilli more than actually heard the songs that made them infamous. I know, because I am one of them. I couldn’t hum a note from “Girl You Know It’s True” to save my life. But I don’t think the finger of blame should be pointed at the alleged singers as much as it should be at producer Frank Farian who has continued on in the music industry.
There have been many instances in the history of Rock and Roll where the final recording put out by the record companies had very little reflection on the bands that purportedly sang them. The deception has been as simple as substituting session players for band members, including The Beatle’s with their first hits, “Love Me Do” and “Please Please Me”, which featured drummer Andy White instead of Ringo and extends to the all out creation of a totally fictitious band consisting of one person.
In 1965 a record producer took an acoustic song that had flopped on the charts and the failure of the album to sell caused the dissolution of the singing duo. A year later and unbeknownst to the singer/composer, the producer added some drums and a new electrical rhythm and re-released it. The song, “The Sounds of Silence” rose to Number One on the Billboard charts and first reunited and then re-launched the career of Simon & Garfunkle.
The classic dance song, “The Twist” has a bit of a jaded past as well. It was originally written and performed by Hank Ballard and the Midnighters who toured the country with it, singing and dancing the Twist to their audience. But the craze did not take off until they performed it in Pennsylvania and Maryland. A local Deejay, Buddy Dean, saw how much fun the kids were having with this new dance. He in turn called Dick Clark who after some trepidation due to Ballard’s rather raunchy R&B earlier recordings agreed to listen to the song. He then tested it on American Bandstand. The response was phenomenal, but after an appearance by Ballard on American Bandstand fell through, Clark decided to have the song recorded by someone else and release it. To do so he hired Ernest Evans, who was an accomplished impersonator who had done a recorded Christmas card for Clark featuring the voices of Fats Domino and Elvis Presley among others. He copied Hank’s version note for note and sound for sound. In fact, when Hank Ballard first heard it on the radio, he thought it was himself singing it. Ernest Evans of course was the soon to be renamed Chubby Checker (a play on the name Fats Domino).
In 1964 Gary Lewis and the Playboys reached Number One with “This Diamond Ring” although they had very little to do with the actual recording. The Playboys were left to sing some overdubs but the instruments were played by session men (Leon Russell, Hal Blain and Tommy Alsup) and even Gary Lewis was left on the sidelines with Ron Hicklin laying down the basic lead vocals with some overlay of Gary’s voice. It may have charted and sounded great, but it wasn’t Gary Lewis and the Playboys.
If Frank Farian is to be held up as an example of a producer gone wild, what should be done to Don Kirshner? It was Kirshner who produced The Monkees. Most people are aware that the band was formed by Bert Schneider and Bob Rafelson, who putting ads in the trade papers looking for performers for a new musical act. The plan was to try and recreate the success the Beatles were having in motion pictures, but to do so on the more lucrative prime time of television. When the group was started the band members were not permitted to play their instruments on the songs. They were replaced again by session players. The band did finally revolt over this and as a result Kirshner was removed from his position by the network. But not before he released “A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You”, a Top 5 hit in 1967. In this song Davey Jones was given an opportunity to sing lead vocals for the first time. The other members of The Monkees didn’t even know the song was being recorded. To replace the rest of the group as background singers, Kirshner reportedly used Neil Diamond, the writer of the Monkees second Number One sing “I’m a Believer” and Carole King. It was then released without the band’s knowledge and precipitated the firing of Don Kirshner. When you think that Kirshner received royalties of 15% per record sold as compared to The Monkees 1.5%, you really begin to wonder about the music industry.
Kirsher was also the force behind the creation of The Archies. He apparently learned that working with cartoon characters was a bit easier than real people. No one in their right mind would ever think that the vocals were of comic book characters Archie, Jughead, Reggie, Betty and Veronica on the 3 million seller, “Sugar, Sugar”. It was actually studio musicians Hugh McCracken and Dave Appell along with singers Toni White who sang for both Betty and Veronica and Ron Dante who supplied the voices of Archie, Jughead, Reggie and Moose. To add to Dante’s credit, he was also the vocals of the group The Cufflinks who had a Top 5 hit with “Tracy”, thus making him one of the few singers to chart two different songs with two separate bands at the same time. After Dante decided to end his career with the Cufflinks, Rupert Holmes (“Pina Colada Song”) stepped in to become the band. It is especially sad that these musicians were paid scale for their work.
It is true that a lot of the bands that we have listened to did not exist in the truest sense of the word. But so what? The prime matter for most of who listen to music is for the enjoyment, not for who or what the band or singer is or is not. Fame and wealth are part of the rewards of Rock & Roll performers. Granted, some artists feel and need to change the world, but these sensibilities really only emerge after the fame and wealth. While the humanitarian efforts by performers from George Harrison to Bob Geldoff to Bono are admirable and they have done a lot of good for many people, I don’t think this was foremost on their minds when they were traveling the back roads in cold vans and setting up their equipment in dank basement bars in a two horse town. No. Fame was number one on their lists and most would do anything for a shot at it. Some more than others. According to the excellent book, “Rockonomics, The Money Behind The Music”(1989) by Marc Eliot some bands have to break up as an end result of this desire. The Police are a prime example of this. In trying to secure a recording contract and fearing this was the final chance, Sting signed away 75% of the band’s profit but after finding success found that the band could not afford to remain together under the existing agreement, even though album after album went platinum. Their only option was to disband the Police and record as solo artists.
What is important to me is not the money or the fame of the artists. It is the music. There are hundreds of songs that I listen to that have not been hits. There are bands in all likelihood I was one of the few fans. That did not mean their music was not good, it either meant they didn’t get the distribution they needed or wasn’t written for mass consumption. But still the music stands alone. When looks and fashion overtake the music to become the motivation as to what sells a musician, then we have come close to hitting Rock bottom.
There are times that once the artist is established that they become a persona, something more than just the music. They become an icon, but not before showing the talent, people like Jagger, Bowie or Presley. That too is Rock n’ Roll, we romanticize the singer, we may even idolize the singer as what happened after John Lennon was shot. People glossed over his very evident flaws and only mythologized his life. But still the singer is based on the music. If looks were the only ticket to who could record music, then it would have been doubtful that Dylan, Orbison or Holly or countless others would have made it to the studio, they probably would have been unknowns banging out songs for friends and family.
So the next time lip syncing hits the headlines just remember the past history of the industry and chalk it up to just another incident in the long history of Rock & Roll.
Perhaps the most famous case is that of Milli Vanilli. Their story gets dragged out just about every time there is a new instance of lip syncing. For all of you unfamiliar with this example, Milli Vanelli was a duo consisting of Rob Pilatus and Fab Morvan. They formed in 1988 and won the Best New Artist Grammy in 1990. It turned out that the duo were merely a front for other singers and did not perform on the Grammy winning record. A technical glitch caused a song to “skip” repeatedly at a concert in late 1989 and the seeds of the truth of this band were sown. The Grammy was revoked once the story got out and unfortunately Rob Pilatus died in 1998 as a result of suicide. This is particularly sad when you realize what happened to them is only one in a series of affairs that the music industry has pulled over on the listening public.
It is more likely that people have heard of Milli Vanilli more than actually heard the songs that made them infamous. I know, because I am one of them. I couldn’t hum a note from “Girl You Know It’s True” to save my life. But I don’t think the finger of blame should be pointed at the alleged singers as much as it should be at producer Frank Farian who has continued on in the music industry.
There have been many instances in the history of Rock and Roll where the final recording put out by the record companies had very little reflection on the bands that purportedly sang them. The deception has been as simple as substituting session players for band members, including The Beatle’s with their first hits, “Love Me Do” and “Please Please Me”, which featured drummer Andy White instead of Ringo and extends to the all out creation of a totally fictitious band consisting of one person.
In 1965 a record producer took an acoustic song that had flopped on the charts and the failure of the album to sell caused the dissolution of the singing duo. A year later and unbeknownst to the singer/composer, the producer added some drums and a new electrical rhythm and re-released it. The song, “The Sounds of Silence” rose to Number One on the Billboard charts and first reunited and then re-launched the career of Simon & Garfunkle.
The classic dance song, “The Twist” has a bit of a jaded past as well. It was originally written and performed by Hank Ballard and the Midnighters who toured the country with it, singing and dancing the Twist to their audience. But the craze did not take off until they performed it in Pennsylvania and Maryland. A local Deejay, Buddy Dean, saw how much fun the kids were having with this new dance. He in turn called Dick Clark who after some trepidation due to Ballard’s rather raunchy R&B earlier recordings agreed to listen to the song. He then tested it on American Bandstand. The response was phenomenal, but after an appearance by Ballard on American Bandstand fell through, Clark decided to have the song recorded by someone else and release it. To do so he hired Ernest Evans, who was an accomplished impersonator who had done a recorded Christmas card for Clark featuring the voices of Fats Domino and Elvis Presley among others. He copied Hank’s version note for note and sound for sound. In fact, when Hank Ballard first heard it on the radio, he thought it was himself singing it. Ernest Evans of course was the soon to be renamed Chubby Checker (a play on the name Fats Domino).
In 1964 Gary Lewis and the Playboys reached Number One with “This Diamond Ring” although they had very little to do with the actual recording. The Playboys were left to sing some overdubs but the instruments were played by session men (Leon Russell, Hal Blain and Tommy Alsup) and even Gary Lewis was left on the sidelines with Ron Hicklin laying down the basic lead vocals with some overlay of Gary’s voice. It may have charted and sounded great, but it wasn’t Gary Lewis and the Playboys.
If Frank Farian is to be held up as an example of a producer gone wild, what should be done to Don Kirshner? It was Kirshner who produced The Monkees. Most people are aware that the band was formed by Bert Schneider and Bob Rafelson, who putting ads in the trade papers looking for performers for a new musical act. The plan was to try and recreate the success the Beatles were having in motion pictures, but to do so on the more lucrative prime time of television. When the group was started the band members were not permitted to play their instruments on the songs. They were replaced again by session players. The band did finally revolt over this and as a result Kirshner was removed from his position by the network. But not before he released “A Little Bit Me, A Little Bit You”, a Top 5 hit in 1967. In this song Davey Jones was given an opportunity to sing lead vocals for the first time. The other members of The Monkees didn’t even know the song was being recorded. To replace the rest of the group as background singers, Kirshner reportedly used Neil Diamond, the writer of the Monkees second Number One sing “I’m a Believer” and Carole King. It was then released without the band’s knowledge and precipitated the firing of Don Kirshner. When you think that Kirshner received royalties of 15% per record sold as compared to The Monkees 1.5%, you really begin to wonder about the music industry.
Kirsher was also the force behind the creation of The Archies. He apparently learned that working with cartoon characters was a bit easier than real people. No one in their right mind would ever think that the vocals were of comic book characters Archie, Jughead, Reggie, Betty and Veronica on the 3 million seller, “Sugar, Sugar”. It was actually studio musicians Hugh McCracken and Dave Appell along with singers Toni White who sang for both Betty and Veronica and Ron Dante who supplied the voices of Archie, Jughead, Reggie and Moose. To add to Dante’s credit, he was also the vocals of the group The Cufflinks who had a Top 5 hit with “Tracy”, thus making him one of the few singers to chart two different songs with two separate bands at the same time. After Dante decided to end his career with the Cufflinks, Rupert Holmes (“Pina Colada Song”) stepped in to become the band. It is especially sad that these musicians were paid scale for their work.
It is true that a lot of the bands that we have listened to did not exist in the truest sense of the word. But so what? The prime matter for most of who listen to music is for the enjoyment, not for who or what the band or singer is or is not. Fame and wealth are part of the rewards of Rock & Roll performers. Granted, some artists feel and need to change the world, but these sensibilities really only emerge after the fame and wealth. While the humanitarian efforts by performers from George Harrison to Bob Geldoff to Bono are admirable and they have done a lot of good for many people, I don’t think this was foremost on their minds when they were traveling the back roads in cold vans and setting up their equipment in dank basement bars in a two horse town. No. Fame was number one on their lists and most would do anything for a shot at it. Some more than others. According to the excellent book, “Rockonomics, The Money Behind The Music”(1989) by Marc Eliot some bands have to break up as an end result of this desire. The Police are a prime example of this. In trying to secure a recording contract and fearing this was the final chance, Sting signed away 75% of the band’s profit but after finding success found that the band could not afford to remain together under the existing agreement, even though album after album went platinum. Their only option was to disband the Police and record as solo artists.
What is important to me is not the money or the fame of the artists. It is the music. There are hundreds of songs that I listen to that have not been hits. There are bands in all likelihood I was one of the few fans. That did not mean their music was not good, it either meant they didn’t get the distribution they needed or wasn’t written for mass consumption. But still the music stands alone. When looks and fashion overtake the music to become the motivation as to what sells a musician, then we have come close to hitting Rock bottom.
There are times that once the artist is established that they become a persona, something more than just the music. They become an icon, but not before showing the talent, people like Jagger, Bowie or Presley. That too is Rock n’ Roll, we romanticize the singer, we may even idolize the singer as what happened after John Lennon was shot. People glossed over his very evident flaws and only mythologized his life. But still the singer is based on the music. If looks were the only ticket to who could record music, then it would have been doubtful that Dylan, Orbison or Holly or countless others would have made it to the studio, they probably would have been unknowns banging out songs for friends and family.
So the next time lip syncing hits the headlines just remember the past history of the industry and chalk it up to just another incident in the long history of Rock & Roll.
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
And Lucifer Was His Name-o
I once had a kitten named Lucifer. But, this was not a case of devil worship, nor was it a cult like thing, it was just an attempt to be cool. At least, I thought so. Black Sabbath was one of my favorite bands and the Stones did make a classic out of “A Symphony for the Devil”, and at that time “The Exorcist” was a current hit movie. I figured cutting edge coolness would be a really cute, bouncy kitten named Lucifer. That, and the fact I loved calling outside for my kitten late, late at night.
So this strange idea formed in my mind, that if having a kitten who was named Lucifer was cool, what if I named my son Lucifer! Now, that would be very cool. Of course, this was at a time that my state of maturity was adjacent to zero (not unlike now) and any thought of having a child was matched only by my own declaration that I would never ever get married. The two things just weren’t in my future. Well as life sometimes takes over, a wife and kids were in my future and are in my present. But this article is more of what happens when little thoughts pop out unexpectedly. Zipping forward to the moment I met my wife-to-be at university, I became entranced by this woman. Like many of you, as new lovers we talked about everything under the sun and then backwards again. We just couldn’t get enough of each other, and we just knew we were the ones for each other. That is when this cute little story of my kitten named Lucifer popped out of my mouth. I was blissfully ignorant of the expression on my wife’s face and went on to say I had even thought of naming my son Lucifer. Casually, I looked over at her, thinking I would hear her wonderful laughter, see her smile and maybe a get a playful little poke in my side. That is what I expected. That is not what I got. Instead, it was Linda Blair’s mothers’ expression as she watched her daughters’ head spin around a few times. She got up did the cross thing a few times, muttered some prayers and quickly moved out of my room without turning her back on me. As the door slammed shut, I had one of those head smacking moments you have when you know you took that one little step across the line of stupid. I tried calling her, but the only message I got was something akin to, “Go back to the shadows, Prince of Darkness!”
Eventually, I did get to speak to her and explained that this was something I would never do. It was just an idea that came out of the wildest of my youthful ignorance. With suspicion quite plainly read on her face, she did warmed to me again, but it took me months to convince her to turn out the lights whenever I was around.
A few years ago, while we were sitting around the dinner table, my wife told the kids some of the other names we had in mind for them before they were born. They were all curious and would break into laughter when we told them what their names would have been if they were born of the opposite sex. Stephanie would have been Stephen, Catherine was Christopher and John would have been Stephanie.
Then, a memory popped out of my wife’s mouth, an old, buried, almost forgotten thought that should never had been brought back. She, for one of the first times in my memory, crossed the line of stupid and told John about me wanting to name my son Lucifer. I was expecting the Linda Blair’s mom thing, but all we got was an explosion of “COOL!!!” from John. Then, there was a moment of indignation that I even thought of doing that to him was insidious, then another explosion of “COOL”. I tried to my explain my version of things, but they were washed away with his outbursts of being the Prince of Darkness and a spawn of the Devil. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his tongue danced in his mouth as he shot dinner peas around the room. I just looked at my wife and she had the gall to be laughing out loud, with tears running down her cheeks. I thought to myself, now this was what I was expecting all those years ago when I crossed the line of stupid. Now, she had extracted her revenge on me. I thought I was supposed to be the funny one in the family.
When calm returned to the table, I began to think. Well, John has mentioned that he wanted to go into law, and if there was an arena for having a name like Lucifer Scott Q.C., law would be it. In fact, John could become a one namer like Bono, Cher and Prince. His law partner could just introduce him as Lucifer and that would certainly help speed up contract negotiations. Even better, he has always wanted to go into politics and you could have no better friend than the devil when it comes to the glad-handing, back-stabbing world of politics. But then reality would hit and I realized how difficult it would be for him to get a date for the first time, let alone coming round to meet her parents. For that matter, what kind of date could he get with a name like Lucifer and would we ever want to meet her? I mean, what would the neighbors say?
So this strange idea formed in my mind, that if having a kitten who was named Lucifer was cool, what if I named my son Lucifer! Now, that would be very cool. Of course, this was at a time that my state of maturity was adjacent to zero (not unlike now) and any thought of having a child was matched only by my own declaration that I would never ever get married. The two things just weren’t in my future. Well as life sometimes takes over, a wife and kids were in my future and are in my present. But this article is more of what happens when little thoughts pop out unexpectedly. Zipping forward to the moment I met my wife-to-be at university, I became entranced by this woman. Like many of you, as new lovers we talked about everything under the sun and then backwards again. We just couldn’t get enough of each other, and we just knew we were the ones for each other. That is when this cute little story of my kitten named Lucifer popped out of my mouth. I was blissfully ignorant of the expression on my wife’s face and went on to say I had even thought of naming my son Lucifer. Casually, I looked over at her, thinking I would hear her wonderful laughter, see her smile and maybe a get a playful little poke in my side. That is what I expected. That is not what I got. Instead, it was Linda Blair’s mothers’ expression as she watched her daughters’ head spin around a few times. She got up did the cross thing a few times, muttered some prayers and quickly moved out of my room without turning her back on me. As the door slammed shut, I had one of those head smacking moments you have when you know you took that one little step across the line of stupid. I tried calling her, but the only message I got was something akin to, “Go back to the shadows, Prince of Darkness!”
Eventually, I did get to speak to her and explained that this was something I would never do. It was just an idea that came out of the wildest of my youthful ignorance. With suspicion quite plainly read on her face, she did warmed to me again, but it took me months to convince her to turn out the lights whenever I was around.
A few years ago, while we were sitting around the dinner table, my wife told the kids some of the other names we had in mind for them before they were born. They were all curious and would break into laughter when we told them what their names would have been if they were born of the opposite sex. Stephanie would have been Stephen, Catherine was Christopher and John would have been Stephanie.
Then, a memory popped out of my wife’s mouth, an old, buried, almost forgotten thought that should never had been brought back. She, for one of the first times in my memory, crossed the line of stupid and told John about me wanting to name my son Lucifer. I was expecting the Linda Blair’s mom thing, but all we got was an explosion of “COOL!!!” from John. Then, there was a moment of indignation that I even thought of doing that to him was insidious, then another explosion of “COOL”. I tried to my explain my version of things, but they were washed away with his outbursts of being the Prince of Darkness and a spawn of the Devil. His eyes rolled back into his skull and his tongue danced in his mouth as he shot dinner peas around the room. I just looked at my wife and she had the gall to be laughing out loud, with tears running down her cheeks. I thought to myself, now this was what I was expecting all those years ago when I crossed the line of stupid. Now, she had extracted her revenge on me. I thought I was supposed to be the funny one in the family.
When calm returned to the table, I began to think. Well, John has mentioned that he wanted to go into law, and if there was an arena for having a name like Lucifer Scott Q.C., law would be it. In fact, John could become a one namer like Bono, Cher and Prince. His law partner could just introduce him as Lucifer and that would certainly help speed up contract negotiations. Even better, he has always wanted to go into politics and you could have no better friend than the devil when it comes to the glad-handing, back-stabbing world of politics. But then reality would hit and I realized how difficult it would be for him to get a date for the first time, let alone coming round to meet her parents. For that matter, what kind of date could he get with a name like Lucifer and would we ever want to meet her? I mean, what would the neighbors say?
Monday, March 16, 2009
Humor is a Funny Thing
Humor, is a funny thing. A profound way to start this, isn't it? Right up there with "the medium is the message", I am sure that Marshall McLuhan would be proud. What I mean, is that humor is so many things to so many people. There are so many strata when you try to gauge humor; there are jokes that I hear that slay me, but leave other people in a dead stare. You may likewise find someone laughing hysterically at something you find not very funny at all.
I once told my wife a joke that I found incredibly funny, I asked her, "How many flies does it take to screw in a light bulb?" I gave her the punch-line and she stared at me with those vacant eyes that any joke teller fears. It's at moments like this that a humorist might decide to hang up the jokes, like an aging gun-fighter. A few hours after I told her the joke she clicked into the "fly" punch-line, finally understanding and truly found it funny.
When my kids were little and during the lulls of intellectual discussions about the origins of the atom and the philosophy of life, we would often delve into moments of silliness and humor. The kids range in a closely configured age, but what the oldest found funny was a little different from what the youngest found funny. Catherine, the youngest, had great fun saying to me,
"Knock, knock." (Followed by the required -)
"Who's There?" (Now the funny part -)
"Snot"
"Snot who?" (Followed by gales of laughter as she heard her Daddy say a gross word).
Stephanie being a little older had a little more evolved sense of humor.
"Knock, knock"
"Who's there?"
"Rat lips"
"Rat lips who?"
"Rat-lips-don't-you-think-its-funny"
(Again peels of laughter)
With the oldest John, the jokes never ceased and even today his humor has survived a pounding from 4 years of Engineering. When he was young I showed him one of the oldest, most time honored jokes in the history of the civilized world. I pointed to a spot on his shirt and said, "What's that?" He innocently looked down and I expertly flicked his nose with my fingertip. It was like I told him the secret of the Caramilk bar. This became his mantra. However, the first time he tried it with his sister, when it came time to expertly flick his finger up, he buried both fingers into Stephanie's nose as she looked down. This actually caused a lot more laughter than the original joke would have. He has been trying to relive that moment ever since.
I always tried to foster and nurture a wild and wacky household. Humor or at least my interpretation of it, has been a part of my life and by extension my family’s. Many years ago at my younger brother’s wedding, John and I were in the reception line. Just a Dad and his prodigy. I introduced my son to the bride’s father and as John extended his hand to grasp his hand I said "shake". He started to shake his whole body as he and I do in moments of jest. That I think crystallized our family’s reputation from that moment on.
I have always felt that if people brought more humor into their everyday world that everything else would get a little lighter and less serious. God knows we are in a pretty bleak situation right now globally. But even if you can't change the world around you, you can at least lighten things up. Play the cards you have been dealt with but instead of always looking for the ace in the hole, just spend some time trying to find the joker.
By the way, the punch line for the joke I told my wife? Two, and I still don't know how they got in there.
I once told my wife a joke that I found incredibly funny, I asked her, "How many flies does it take to screw in a light bulb?" I gave her the punch-line and she stared at me with those vacant eyes that any joke teller fears. It's at moments like this that a humorist might decide to hang up the jokes, like an aging gun-fighter. A few hours after I told her the joke she clicked into the "fly" punch-line, finally understanding and truly found it funny.
When my kids were little and during the lulls of intellectual discussions about the origins of the atom and the philosophy of life, we would often delve into moments of silliness and humor. The kids range in a closely configured age, but what the oldest found funny was a little different from what the youngest found funny. Catherine, the youngest, had great fun saying to me,
"Knock, knock." (Followed by the required -)
"Who's There?" (Now the funny part -)
"Snot"
"Snot who?" (Followed by gales of laughter as she heard her Daddy say a gross word).
Stephanie being a little older had a little more evolved sense of humor.
"Knock, knock"
"Who's there?"
"Rat lips"
"Rat lips who?"
"Rat-lips-don't-you-think-its-funny"
(Again peels of laughter)
With the oldest John, the jokes never ceased and even today his humor has survived a pounding from 4 years of Engineering. When he was young I showed him one of the oldest, most time honored jokes in the history of the civilized world. I pointed to a spot on his shirt and said, "What's that?" He innocently looked down and I expertly flicked his nose with my fingertip. It was like I told him the secret of the Caramilk bar. This became his mantra. However, the first time he tried it with his sister, when it came time to expertly flick his finger up, he buried both fingers into Stephanie's nose as she looked down. This actually caused a lot more laughter than the original joke would have. He has been trying to relive that moment ever since.
I always tried to foster and nurture a wild and wacky household. Humor or at least my interpretation of it, has been a part of my life and by extension my family’s. Many years ago at my younger brother’s wedding, John and I were in the reception line. Just a Dad and his prodigy. I introduced my son to the bride’s father and as John extended his hand to grasp his hand I said "shake". He started to shake his whole body as he and I do in moments of jest. That I think crystallized our family’s reputation from that moment on.
I have always felt that if people brought more humor into their everyday world that everything else would get a little lighter and less serious. God knows we are in a pretty bleak situation right now globally. But even if you can't change the world around you, you can at least lighten things up. Play the cards you have been dealt with but instead of always looking for the ace in the hole, just spend some time trying to find the joker.
By the way, the punch line for the joke I told my wife? Two, and I still don't know how they got in there.
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