(while eating dinner)
Dad: I love that song. Maybe I could learn to play it on the piano!
LR: Or on the guitar!
RJ: Or on the ukelele!
LR: Or on the flute!
RJ: Or on the computer!
LR: Or on the drums!
RJ: Or on a violin, but the bow is made from lots of spider webs that are stretched very long on a stick… But you would have to play it very carefully.
(while eating dinner)
LR: (singing) We all live in a yellow submarine!
RJ: I know that song! I love that song!
LR and RJ: (joyously singing together) We all live in a yellow submarine!
RJ: (after the cacaphony quiets down) When I was a little kid (in Malaysia), we used to sing that song all the time… But it was a bit different. It was about a blue submarine.
(LR and her friend T spent an hour planning their next album)
Band: Zulu Leprechauns
Album: Zulu Leprechauns (self titled)
Tracks:
What the critics are saying:
“Everyone’s favorite hipsters open with one of their reliably depressing musings on life and time, accompanied by shimmering, aquatic xylophones and drums crashing in a fractured march while a woozy bass spills like a cloud of ink all over everything, before shifting unexpectedly to slowly undulating strings perfectly hinged on a bubblegum melody which is instantly moving, yet nailing gothic disquiet both on and off the page. The second track is a step back in the band’s development, in part due to a beat that sounds like what might happen if “Flight of the Bumblebee” got mixed with the theme from Psycho and random female utterances. The band returns to form, however, with a moving coda of snowballs packed with rock-hard chunks of melody, and in each case, the lead singer’s voice abrades the solid lines down to the bare minimum, and the band fills in the resulting space with pure venom.”
(In the back of the car, listening to nursery rhymes)
Music: Little Tommy tucker
Sings for his supper
What shall we give him?
Brown bread and butter.
How shall he cut it without any knife
And how shall he marry without any wife?
LR: I know! He can go to America and marry a boy there if he wants to!
Mom restrained herself from commenting that he can only marry a boy in some states.
(while putting away the remainder of the Halloween stuff in our garage)
RJ: (playing with two giant tarantulas used during Halloween) This is Bromley, and this is Snyder. They’ll be showing us around today.
Dad: I’m putting some music on.
RJ: The scary Halloween music? That’s a good idea.
Dad: No, something else today… What do you think?
RJ: (starts grooving) Hey… This is… funky… The good kind of funky.
Dad: Yeah, it’s pretty good.
RJ: (suddenly stops dancing around) It’s got funky guitars!!!!!
(launches into a massive air guitar solo ending with “rock-n-roll hands”)Dad: (amazed) RJ… What was that!?
RJ: Guitars!
Dad: And where did you learn that from?
RJ: Mum showed me. You have to do it for the guitar songs.
