Music Monday – Supernatural

This week’s Music Monday is songs that have been played on the CW show, Supernatural…my favorite show on TV now.  Friends and Miami Vice would be close for all-time favorite…Miami Vice having some great music, as well.  Supernatural is chock full of great classic rock.  Check out some of it below.

Carry on Wayward Son by Kansas
(released 1976; peaked #11 US Hot 100, #5 Canada, #51 UK Singles)

Carry on my wayward son
There’ll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don’t you cry no more

If you watch the series, you’ll understand why this song is the perfect, seminal song for this show.  If you haven’t watched this show, you should find season one somewhere and start playing catch up…we’re watching season nine now.
Back in Black by AC/DC
(released 1981; peaked #37 US Hot 100, #51 US Mainstream Rock, #65 Australia, #27 UK Singles)

Yes I’m, let loose
From the noose
That’s kept me hanging around
I keep looking at the sky
‘Cause it’s gettin’ me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I’ll never die
I got nine lives
Cats eyes
Usin’ every one of them and running wild

Another classic tune used beautifully by the writers and sound editors to showcase the classic Impala used on the show.  It’s also a great AC/DC tune.
Renegade by Styx
(released 1979; peaked #16 US Hot 100)
Oh mama, I’m in fear for my life from the long arm of the law
Lawman has put an end to my running and I’m so far from my home
Oh mama, I can hear your crying you’re so scared and all alone
Hangman is coming down from the gallows and I don’t have very long

This was a great episode and the sound editing in the last minutes with Sam and Dean trying to escape while the FBI was entering the building to get them was fantastic.  This is one of my favorite Styx songs.
Eye of the Tiger by Survivor
(released 1982; peaked #1 US Hot 100, #1 US Mainstream Rock, #27 US Adult Contemporary, #1 Australia, #1 UK Singles)

Face to face, out in the heat
Hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry
They stack the odds, still we take to the street
For the kill with the skill to survive

This is the longer version of the thirty second clip that was actually in an episode.  The show aired this after the end credits.   While Survivor had a number of hits, Eye of the Tiger was certainly their biggest, bolstered by its use as the main theme song for Rocky III.

Music Monday – Friends

Recently, I was able to reconnect with a friend that I hadn’t seen in about thirteen years.  A few years ago, he surfaced on Facebook and we’ve been able to do a little catching up, but it’s not quite the same as getting together in person.  He had some family business [Never pleasant when we have to travel for that, right?] in my area and we were able to get together a few nights while he was in town.  I got to thinking about friends and I know I’ve written a couple posts in the past about them, but there are also a number of songs out there about friends.  That’s the focus of this week’s Music Monday (now incredibly late and being posted on Friday).

Jody Watley must have been going through some bad times with folks around her when she released her song ‘Friends.’  I wasn’t having problems, but my wife and some other folks I know were when I referenced this song in my post “Friends will let you down.”

“Friends will let you down
Friends won’t be around
When you need them most
Where are your friends” – Jody Watley

It was a hit, has a catchy beat, and got a little bit of a help from Eric B. & Rakim.  Maybe she made some new friends while making the song.

Rap group Whodini kind of straddled the fence in their ‘Friends’ hit.  They certainly speak to some of the bad stuff that people we call friends do, but their main chorus hit home that friends should be people you can depend on…the kind of people you want to keep as friends for a long time.

“And if you ask me, you know, I couldn’t be much help
Because a friend is somebody you judge for yourself” – Whodini

As they said, everybody’s definition of a friend is different.  Everyone has different criteria for judging who they call friend, and some are much more liberal as to whom they call friends than others.  It’s for you to decide.  Don’t let anyone tell you who your friends should be.

Dionne Warwick and friends came right out and said what they expect  in their hit from the 80’s.

Finally, we have the theme song from my favorite TV show which was all about a group of six people who became really close Friends.  The theme song, and the show, pretty much demonstrate my definition of a friend.  I will be there for you, through thick and thin, and I know you’ll be there for me when I need you to be.
“That I’ll be there for you, when the rain starts to pour.
I’ll be there for you, like I’ve been there before.
I’ll be there for you, cause you’re there for me too.” – The Rembrandts

You Can Pick Your Nose, but…

…you can’t pick your family.  Well, I guess you can kind of pick your in-laws based on who you choose to marry, but your parents, brothers, sisters, cousins, etc…nope.

Growing up an Army brat, I never got close to my cousins.  We lived near them for about eighteen months when I was around eleven years old, so my brother and I got to play with them more regularly.  After moving back to the area years ago, I found that I can get along with most of them for very short periods of time…like the family gatherings at Granny’s house, but I don’t have a lot in common with them and am not really interested in getting to know any of them any better for any of a number of reasons, including the way they live their lives, their preferred topics of conversation, and their personalities.

Maybe they feel the same way about me.  Maybe they think I’m snooty and that I think I’m too good for them.  Maybe they don’t and they wish I’d make it a point to show up to more of the family gatherings.  That’s not going to happen, of course.  I simply have no desire to interact with most of them which is why I also don’t have any of them as friends on Facebook or LinkedIn or anywhere else online.

Also, I don’t buy into the “family will always be there for you” line of crap.  I don’t believe that I can count on the majority of my relatives to “be there” if I needed help, nor do I expect them to.  I would not turn to them for help anyway.  I’d turn to the few real friends I have.  The friends I’ve chosen.

Fun Bobbies: You know them, or are you them?

Fun Bobby.  The social drinking, good time having, life of the party.  The guy (or gal) who’s always up for a visit when you’re offering booze or a big party, but otherwise, they have something else to do…often hanging with someone else who’s down for a party.  If there’s a party going on, they know about it…even if they have to host it.  Fun Bobby is always looking for a way to make things into a party…

That might be a bit over the top.  Not everyone carries a flask around to turn their coffee into Irish Coffee…not even the “Fun Bobbies”.  There’s a better chance that if invited for coffee, you just won’t hook up.  You might get a ‘maybe’ followed by a callback if they can’t find anything more exciting to do.  If they find something else, you may not even get the courtesy of a “not gonna make it” call.

I like to have a good time as much as the next guy and I like to have a good beer (or mixed drink) sometimes, but I don’t need the alcohol to enjoy myself.  I prefer to actually interact soberly (or very close to it) rather than slurred and blurry.  Maybe that makes me Not-as-much-fun-Bobby (see video below), but I don’t think so.  What it really means is that the fun-loving guy you see at work, on the soccer field, out and about with my family, etc. is pretty much the same guy you see when I’m out having “adult fun.”

Not-as-much-fun Bobby (not the best quality video, but you’ll get the idea)

This isn’t meant to sound preachy, though I’m sure all the Fun Bobbies will find it to be so.  And I’m not saying I’ve never gotten drunk.  In fact, anyone who follows my blog will recall my post last year “My Body Is a Temple…and I totally desecrated it the other night.”  What I am saying is that I’m not a Fun Bobby, and that I don’t need alcohol to have a good time.

Friends will let you down

For all my friends, including my wife, who’ve been having problems with their “friends”, I dedicate this post.

I’ve had this discussion with my wife a number of times about how she uses the term friend much more loosely than I do.  Her use has always been much more like Facebook’s, which is to lump most everyone into a group she calls friends.  While I have almost 400 ‘friends’ on Facebook, I can count the number of real friends I have on one, maybe two hands.  These are people who I would go out of my way to help if they needed it and, more importantly, I believe they would do the same for me.  The majority of the rest of my friends list is made up of acquaintances and co-workers.  Now, that’s not to say I don’t care about the folks on my friends list…I do, and I am more than willing to be an ear (or set of eyes) via email and Facebook to listen to you vent, discuss what may be going on in your life if you need someone to talk to about it, but I’m not going to be hopping a plane to come visit if you need a hug or a slap upside the head…and that’s the difference.  With my real friends, if they asked or I thought they needed it, I’d be on their doorstep ASAP to help out or smack some sense into them and expect no less in return.  From those I call friends, I would never expect any of the behavior described by Jody Watley in her big hit featuring Eric B. & Rakim:

“Smiles they hide behind
Never know what’s on their mind
Could be true deception
Jealousy and envy reign
Never want to see you get ahead
They just hold you back”

Back to the subject of this post, though, I think that when people have trouble with “friends” they should take a good look at whether that person is/was really a friend.  If they are/were, it is probably worth making the effort to fix the problem.  If they aren’t/weren’t, there’s probably no need to bother…and certainly no need to worry about it.

BTW…Don’t ask me which list you fall into.  I’ll not tell you and if you’re one of my real friends, you shouldn’t need to ask if you are.

Check out the video for Jody Watley’s “Friends”…


Trader Joes NewOrleans style Chickory coffeeMany, many years ago, before nifty gadgets like the Keurig, my wife and I had a friend who, like us, enjoyed a good cup of coffee.  He introduced us to chicory coffee.  It is yummy.  I’m not really sure what chicory is, but it makes for a good cup of joe.  [realizing how silly that sounds in the days of the Google Empire, I just did a search on it –please see the bottom of this post for an excerpt from the wikipedia page on chicory]  As I mentioned, this was before Keurigs and K-cups, and chicory coffee wasn’t readily available on grocery store shelves…it still isn’t, as a general rule, but our friend liked it enough that he’d buy a case of Cafe du Monde’s Coffee and Chicory and give us a can.

Fast forward a to a few (four, maybe) years ago and our friend and his wife get a Keurig and get rid of his regular coffee maker.  No more chicory…until yesterday when my wife and I were shopping in Tree Hugger…err, Trader Joe’s and I spotted the can pictured above-right on a shelf.  We have made three pots of it since getting it home.

Other than to say it tastes much like I remember Cafe du Monde’s Chicory and Coffee, I can’t compare and contrast and say one is better than the other.  I can say, though, that this won’t be the last can of Trader Joe’s Chicory that we’ll be buying.  And to our friend, whenever you stop by, we’ll be happy to make a pot of it to share.


**Below is an excerpt from Wikipedia’s entry for chicory:

“Root chicory (Cichorium intybus var. sativum) has been in cultivation in Europe as a coffee substitute. The roots are baked, ground, and used as a coffee substitute and additive, especially in the Mediterranean region (where the plant is native), although its use as a coffee additive is also very popular in India (see Indian filter coffee), parts of Southeast Asia, South Africa and southern United States, particularly in New Orleans. It has also been popular as a coffee substitute in poorer economic areas, and has gained wider popularity during economic crises such as the Great Depression in the 1930s. Chicory, with sugar beet and rye was used as an ingredient of the East German Mischkaffee (mixed coffee), introduced during the “coffee crisis” of 1976-79.”

Put on your Big Girl Panties

I’m sure there are those out there who will be offended by the title of this post.  To that I say “Too Bad!  Put on your big girl panties and stop your crying.”  That’s the whole point of this post.

We’re rapidly becoming…nope…we have become a nation of fops, hyper sensitive to any gentle nudge on our egos, much less a pimp-smack, in your face confrontation that leads to a moment of self-realization which could, in turn, lead to self-actualization.  [Wow…didn’t intend to get so deep on this post.  I’m going to take a minute here and absorb what I just wrote.]

This post started when I realized that I had been dropped by a “friend” on Facebook.  Yes, I can see you all thinking “Pot…kettle,” but, no, I’m not overly sensitive and posting because I’m mad or sad or glad.  I’m posting because I’m fairly sure I got dropped because of something I posted as a comment to this “friend” a couple weeks back.  This “friend’s” favorite team in the world lost their college Bowl game.  In posts after that game, I made it known that I thought his team had been over-rated all year and this friend, another person, and I went back and forth about the team a bit.  A couple weeks later, an NFL game is on and we’re all three commenting on the game.  Some play was called one way or another (I can’t recall the details clearly) and this “friend” starts talking about how that was exactly how a play in the Bowl game had happened and if those refs had ruled the same way the NFL game’s refs ruled, the game would have gone differently.  I told this “friend” to (paraphrased due to poor recall — maybe I need some Ginkgo biloba) “Get over it.  Your team lost their Bowl game.”  “Friend” replied something about the team again and I replied by asking “Has anyone ever told you that you have an unhealthy obsession with [insert team name]?”  So, you be the judge.  Was I too hard on this “friend?”

On the other hand, I have a couple friends that I went to high school with who are so entertaining in their busting on each other that they really should have a radio show.  The are both staunch supporters of their college teams and week in and week out, they sling mud, throw punches, and even throw in the occasional low blow…all virtual…on Facebook…for the reading pleasure of all of us on their friend lists.  Of course, many others, including me, join in every now and then, and it’s completely possible that a rare comment strikes a real nerve, but it doesn’t stop the fun.

My point here is this:  I don’t intentionally try to hurt people’s feelings.  Usually, if I don’t think someone can handle what I have to say, I don’t say it, or post it in the case of Facebook.  So, on the few times that I do cross over the line into someone’s personal virtual space, I expect to either be virtually chastised for being insensitive or privately told that what I said was hurtful.  In the future, I will try not to cross the line again.  I’m not completely insensitive.

On the other hand, if you’re one of those folks who are so fragile that everything wounds you deeply, you probably don’t need to be on Facebook.

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