“Raffi is straight-up banned — when I hear tell of any ‘Baby Beluga’ in the vicinity? Call me Ishmael, but I go all Ahab and break out the harpoons.” — St. Val the Eccentric, reflecting on earworms
So, I’ve been devoting odd hours to creating a new Pandora® station of kid-friendly stuff that is more sophisticated and erudite than the usual fare of drivelly gar-bage.
In short: something fun I can actually stand to listen to.
Raffi is straight-up banned — when I hear tell of any “Baby Beluga” in the vicinity? Call me Ishmael, but I go all Ahab and break out the harpoons. Greenpeace is involved, it’s getting ugly. But really, we’ve ALL been there…
Folk, Tin Pan Alley, Barenaked Ladies, They Might Be Giants, select Disney favorites, soundtracks to Mary Poppins and The Sound of Music, Weird Al, The Muppets…that kind of thing. To winnow out the rubbish you have to “Like” or “Dislike” pretty much every track for awhile. Eventually this will be as perfectly lovely and to my taste as my other stations…
It is no great service to the neighbors that my vocal range meshes very well with Julie Andrews’ when she was my age. Because, really, I wouldn’t be St. Val the Eccentric if I wasn’t prone to random acts of Supercalifragilisticexpialidocious! at 12:30AM.
And I can sing…
Because life really is too short not to lighten up once in awhile. Life has been pretty dismal lately, it’s 80°F+ in here, it’s humid, and the roaches are swarming (per the norm).
A little “lighten up” is sorely needed.
Additionally, I totally blame the TRADER JOES® POMEGRANATE green tea for this.
And I was happily thinking I was going to end this post with: “Cheers!”
Until Phil Collins started singing “You’ll Be In My Heart” from Tarzan, because now I am a weeping puddle in a dozen different directions.
This one’s really well-edited: