What's Underneath the Covers?

So the time has come for me to attempt to get on Hey Ma, I'm on Sonic again.

Here's the angle I'm hitting it from this time: cover songs that get played on Sonic.

Here's my list:

1. GOB - Paint it Black
2. SOCIAL CODE - Whisper to a Scream (Birds Fly)
3. OUT OF YOUR MOUTH - Music
4. GARY JULES W/Michael Anderson - Mad World
5. JOHNNY CASH - Hurt
6. GNARLS BARKLEY - Gone Daddy Gone
7. THE WHITE STRIPES - Walking With a Ghost
8. SOCIAL DISTORTION - Ring of Fire
9. CAKE - I Will Survive
10. THE CLASH - I Fought the Law
11. U2/GREEN DAY - The Saints are Coming
12. PEARL JAM - Last Kiss
13. NIRVANA - The Man Who Sold The World
14. COWBOY JUNKIES - Sweet Jane
15. 5.6.7.8.'s - Woo Hoo
16. CAPTAIN TRACTOR - London Calling
17. METISYAHU - Message in a Bottle
18. RAGE AGAINST THE MACHINE - Renegades of Funk
19. FOO FIGHTERS - Baker Street
20. RED HOT CHILI PEPPERS - Love Rollercoaster

The first person who can come up with all 20 original artists, I'll give to you "mad props" on the radio... Unless of course, the covers thing has already been done when I wasn't listening, and therefore, I'm not going on the show.

Meh. Mad props anyway if you know all the answers... Don't google them. That's cheating.

Clean Sweep!

On the brighter side, here are a few things I am good at on a construction site:

- making coffee
- sweeping the floor
- falling through the ceiling tiles and creating a draft and a mess

A mess which I swept up like a pro!

Never fear, twas just my leg that went through, not all of me... Still...

No Can Do.

Here is a list of things I'm not very good at:

- lifting drywall
- cutting drywall
- drywalling in general
- stripping wood from 1912
- wiring and stripping wires
- drilling track into a concrete floor
- insulating
- hauling wood out of an elevator shaft
- being a human pack mule
- running wire through a ceiling
- avoiding flying pieces of debris when co-workers have shit fits
- attaching a thingie to some studs with some wires (not that complicated, but I thoroughly chew ass at it... it's fine if you don't know what the "thingie" is, neither do I, and I still don't... you know, a big metal bar that runs through your walls innards and guts... no, not the stud, the thingie going the other way... bah, I just blow. That's really all the that matters here)

Here is a list of what I've been doing since December 30, 2006:

- lifting drywall
- cutting drywall
- drywalling in general
- stripping wood from 1912
- wiring and stripping wires
- drilling track into a concrete floor
- insulating
- hauling wood out of an elevator shaft
- being a human pack mule
- running wire through a ceiling
- avoiding flying pieces of debris when co-workers have shit fits
- attaching a thingie to some studs with some wires

I hope you're not surprised when you read about my digit/limb/nipple-losing emergency situation in the paper when I attempt to use the "planer".

It'll make writing pretty hard if I don't have a nipple... uh, I mean fingers or arms.

October 12, 1947

To begin at the beginning.

Is is 1947. The war has been over for a couple of years now. The radio is playing Count Basie, Perry Como, and Francis Craig & His Orchestra's "Near You".

The Liddles are expecting a new addition to their family. Bob and Ken are going to have new brother or sister... I'm going to have to find out what they were called back then. Bobby & Kenny? Robert and Kenneth? Booboo and K-Bone?... we'll get that one figured...

They live on a farm with their mother Frieda and their father, the hardest working man in Bobtail, Tom Liddle... I don't really know if they call it Bobtail or Bobtail County or nothing yet... but that's what they call it today.

I just found a copy of that song "Near You". It's perfect for the mood at the top of the play. The massive problem with the play is going to be the music. I just found out that no sound recording is considered "public domain" at all. I was given the false information that anything older than 50 years was cool, but Chad was looking for some tunes, and I'm going to have to delve a little further into copyright laws before I get my heart set on anything.

Born October 12, 1947: Sheila Liddle. I'm going to try to provide little windows and fragments into her life, not a complete history, but a series of slices of her life and those who she touched.

Starting now.

Swing Kids...

...and the blood runs cold.

The last time you saw Swing Kids, it probably didn't seem like much to you; A Disney presentation, this film takes a not-so-in-depth view at the young German rebels who danced to swing music and enjoyed American culture in direct defiance of the Nazis. It takes a look at their (violent) interractions with the Nazi Youth, and how they were grouped in with any minority that was viewed undesirable at the time in Germany... You know which ones I'm talking about.

But wait, there's more.

I don't think this film will ever be shown or released in the USA again. It's just accidentally drawing on one too many sensitive issues. The most glaring is when one of the characters mentions that the Nazis took Prague and were "greeted as liberators".

Yikes.

And then, there was a quote from Hitler which sounded... ah, most of you know what I'm going to say. I can't say it though, because I'm pretty sure that the FBI would....ghglasj... goapsb.... WHO ARE YOU PEOPLE!!! DON'T TAKE MY COMP>>>>>>>>>>>>JFDLSKJf;atiowetjhpo...

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I'm writing you from a cell somewhere in Greenland... I think... They've allowed me 1 minute with a laptop. I will use this opportunity to say this: Somebody help me. I never meant to be the 1,000,000th person to point out similarities between Nazi Germany and current USA. I guess the government was keeping track internationally, and I was officially the one they decided to arrest due to me being that milestone.

I guess I deserved it. I should have written something original.

I love you all...

I mean it this time...

I'm going to write that mutha of a play.

I've never had more spare time, so too busy is no longer an excuse. The block of the moment is separating good, story-worthy memories of my mom from boring, or even fictitious memories of my mom... Allow me to explain:

Sometimes, I'm not entirely sure if I'm embellishing the truth or telling what really happened. So, every once and a while, I tell a story about somebody or something and somebody will point out a flaw in the story to prove I've at least remembered it wrong, or I'm completely lying.


CURSE YOU, CREATIVE BRAIN of a LEFT HANDER!! A POX ON YOUR SYNAPSES!

Anywhoo, a play.

And you'll all come and see it, because you either like me, and want to see me succeed, or you hate me, and watching me fail serves to inflate your own battered ego.

Lightly battered though, like a good piece of fish.