Erik the Melancholy
Let’s begin at the beginning. I have this creative itch. Hopefully this page will satisfy it.
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I have to admit I never thought I’d say this, here, or elsewhere… but…. Buy this book:) http://www.lulu.com/spotlight/donnickcottage <div class=\"postavatar\">
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A little story about an oyster named Dick. Granted, it’s a little odd that I know the tale at all given that named oysters are usually very reserved and unlikely to tell a human about themselves, but as I was about to pressure cook the lad he did the Leprechaun thing and gave up something in order to live. I haven’t done this in some time so I’m a tad rusty, and my new computer seems to be recording noisily to boot, but hopefully neither will be annoying enough to detract from the fascination of hearing an oceanic myth. Enjoy if you may. Push Me; You Know You Want To <div class=\"postavatar\">
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A prayer and hymn to he who resides in County Down, he who we salute on March 17th, he who I pray is listening cuz….. cuz then at least one person would be and it’s not often I’ll sing in public so I really should have an audience. And a happy Lá Fhéile Pádraig to any who venture here. Please excuse the brogue. Truly. My shrink says I am almost cured, and, well, ya gotta have hope. Push Me; You Know You Want To Words can be found here: http://donnickcottage.blogspot.com/2011/03/prayer-to-paddy.html A note to those who couldn’t bear tomorrow coming once yesterday had passed. With respect and sympathy. Push Me; You Know You Want To If one is to believe in Karma, why not a Karma Administrator? And if Bad Karma Reconciliation must be meted out, why not by Santa who metes out good Karma reward every Christmas? Push Me; You Know You Want To I’d like to first thank John Doan for a beautiful album called “Eire-Isle of the Saints” from which the music “St. Patrick in the Spirit” was taken for this piece. I’m hoping highlighting his name here doesn’t doom me as my use of his song is for nothing but fun and I can only believe that the very few that might hear it here could be moved to look into his art if not purchase a sample for themselves. In either case, for Halloween, as I’ve once said “less spooky than kooky”, the tale of a man with a horrible accent somewhat approaching the crudest of Irish, hoping to regain what he’d long ago bargained away. Push Me; You Know You Want To Shorter than Napoleon, deeper than a kidney pie, tighter than a drunk on Christmas, more poignant than an…umm… ant… that’s been… err… poigned… Push Me; You Know You Want To “We need you Schmitty, the paramedics are unloading and we’ll need to move right away.” An homage to Shel, one of my few heroes. A shorty Push Me; You Know You Want To Once upon a time I had a show on a community radio station in the Twin Cities called “Fresh Air”. Being community sponsored they relied on pledges for income, and therefore spent various weeks pleading for cash from the audience. I decided to write and produce a song for one particular week but usable forever (in fact I heard it on the air years after I’d left the group) that had an instrumental “vamp” an announcer could speak over so as to do his personal plea. The form is called a donut, for the “hole” in the middle. This was recorded on audio cassette in 1982. (It’s funny it still played 28 years later after having been stored in a box in the garage) I was 30, about a year into owning my first recording studio, with barely a clue about what I was doing, and was definitely not a singer. Yes kids, it’s supposed to be funny. If it were meant to be serious, it would have sounded just as bad, only different. The backing vocals are my ex, my single part time employee and my little brother, who also played the invisible tambourine by shaking quarters in his hands through the song until they leapt out of his hands at the finish. Push Me; You Know You Want To Again, for youngsters only. A reading of the Thomas and Friends book “Little Engines Can Do Big Things” for the little woman’s nephew Zane. Includes the little woman making noises as page turn prods. Delivered in my marvelous English accent, which only occasionally seems to be Scandinavian, but really isn’t. Push Me; You Know You Want To |
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