Ain’t no place like home

You didn’t think, you’d like anything about us
You didn’t think, that we’d be worth the fuss
and now you know, there ain’t no other place to go
when you want meat, and soul, cooked real slow

Let’s play our guitars loud, late into the night
Let’s pretend we don’t care while we’re getting into a fight
Take my hand, I’ll show you this land
Ain’t too long before you know
Click your heels now, ain’t no place like home
Click your heels now, ain’t no place like home

 

 

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Poem: pressure and optimism

It’s a no nonsense sort of thing, this pressure, this push on my consciousness. Not a cotton candy and puppies thing, or a blue skies your my sunny day thing, but a real and present push.

Certainly, it grows from within and without, driving me to soar. I have a blanket optimism life is going to be figured out. I’m not sure who owns the optimism, it could be me.

If it were solely my own, I wonder if it would wander more often.

#daddyskill #2, Burping

#​d​addyskill​ #2 Burping: burping the baby after a feeding is a great time to practice your hand drumming. #​k​eepittight​

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This seems goofy, but honestly there is a point aside from being silly and bettering your sense of rhythm. Certain cultures and ethnicities are stereotyped as producing people with rhythm. It’s my opinion that the race of an individual doesn’t determine whether or not they will be musical or have a natural sense of rhythm. Rather, it is the rhythm inherent in the culture they grow up in that influences this. Marcus Miller, the jazz bassist, has some great thoughts about this in his FAQ on his website (www.marcusmiller.com), check it out.

So burping in rhythm is my tiny little first step towards giving my daughter the gift of rhythm (as best I can).

Here are four songs with distinctive drum part to test your mad skills, and have all the other parents look at you like you are crazy.

1. YYZ by Rush

2. Palm Grease by Herbie Hancock

3. Unluck by James Blake

4. I’m gonna fight by William Stonewall Monroe

That last one may be a little self serving, but it does have a great straight burp able rhythm throughout.

What songs would you add to the list?

William Stonewall Monroe

Song: Accelerating by William Stonewall Monroe

Accelerating by William Stonewall Monroe, a rock tune regarding feeling unstoppable.

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You can’t catch me while I’m accelerating
Changing lanes, crossing lines on foreign pavements
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

You can’t quit, while I’m accelerating
There you sittin, listen to your statements
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

You can’t stop, while I’m accelerating
Air poppin in your face through the turns you’ve been debating
That glimmer in your eye, is my mirror
That glimmer in your eye, ain’t getting clearer

William Stonewall Monroe

#daddyskill #5, Lullabies

Sing that baby to sleep. If you don’t know any songs, make them up. If you only know the collected works of Soundgarden, Spoonman or Black Hole Sun will work just fine.

Here is a lullaby that I made up for our sweet little girl.

I’m gonna love you in the morning, sweet baby child
I’m gonna love you in the noontime, sweet baby child
I’m gonna love you in the evening, sweet baby child
I’m gonna love you, all your life

I’m gonna hold you in the morning, sweet baby child
I’m gonna hold you in the noontime, sweet baby child
I’m gonna hold you in the evening, sweet baby child
I’m gonna hold you, darlin’, all your life.

William Stonewall Monroe