Back that butt up and make it beep
Does anyone remember the brief-but-fannytastic Dirty South musical movement? As usual, I’d bet Coxy does. Maybe Joey. I'm thinking 95 South and Quad City DJs. I'm putting together a sampling for Courtney and need a few more songs, so I'd love some input.
This mix is one of three I plan to ship off toward Germany this week. One of them is a soul mix and comes complete with Clarence Carter's "Strokin'." This particular song is important in our lives, as it marks my earliest memory of Courtney's smartass disposition. When she was in second grade and I in fourth, we went to daycamp every day and walked the block to elementary school in a single file line with our peers. One morning, Courtney belted the first line -- "I be strokin'" -- and received a verbal warning. By the chorus -- "I stroke it to the east / I stroke it to the west / I stroke it to the woman that I love best" -- she was near a paddling. I recall the teacher telling my baffled mother, who probably doesn't remember nor respect the irony.
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The other blog has been mummified and buried in an undisclosed location. Why? Well, Detective, I didn't like it. It didn't make me laugh, and I'm no longer spelunking for Carl. If you're dying to revisit classic moments from the last two years of my life, including The Move and The Subsequent Six-Month Fog, let me know and I'll give you the address. Yeah. You aren't, and that's why the skunk. Kudos of kudos to Lindsey "T-cup" Turner, who broke me off a piece of her talent and designed the banner. Thanks for the TLC, and for letting me tap that.
This mix is one of three I plan to ship off toward Germany this week. One of them is a soul mix and comes complete with Clarence Carter's "Strokin'." This particular song is important in our lives, as it marks my earliest memory of Courtney's smartass disposition. When she was in second grade and I in fourth, we went to daycamp every day and walked the block to elementary school in a single file line with our peers. One morning, Courtney belted the first line -- "I be strokin'" -- and received a verbal warning. By the chorus -- "I stroke it to the east / I stroke it to the west / I stroke it to the woman that I love best" -- she was near a paddling. I recall the teacher telling my baffled mother, who probably doesn't remember nor respect the irony.
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The other blog has been mummified and buried in an undisclosed location. Why? Well, Detective, I didn't like it. It didn't make me laugh, and I'm no longer spelunking for Carl. If you're dying to revisit classic moments from the last two years of my life, including The Move and The Subsequent Six-Month Fog, let me know and I'll give you the address. Yeah. You aren't, and that's why the skunk. Kudos of kudos to Lindsey "T-cup" Turner, who broke me off a piece of her talent and designed the banner. Thanks for the TLC, and for letting me tap that.
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My pleasure, sugarnips.
Also, I just want to point out that when you visit my site, it says you're in Riverhead. HA-ha!
But I'm not. I'm in Flanders. Flaaaaandeeeeers!
When I was adding you to my blogroll, I almost typed Skank in the Barnyard. Which, upon second thought, would make an interesting spin-off blog.
God, that would be awesome. I don't think I've skanked any barnyards, though. Yet.
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