Yeah, I love Maury. Love. And I have been in sort of a spring time funk lately, so I cheered myself up with Maury today. And there was this one guy who got all mad that his girlfriend made him fly 3 hours to tell him that their kid may be someone else's and the audience cheered. And I kind of wanted to tell the audience that had the guy NOT flown in they would all be out of entertainment for the day and would have to go back to their moms' basements and figure out something else to do. I just started 3 sentences in a row with "and" - so there's that. Anyway, who comes to Maury expecting something nice to happen? I mean, if someone asks you to appear on Oprah, then you can reasonably expect that even if something nice doesn't happen, at least you probably won't be taking a paternity test. But come ON people, you know that if you get a call to be on Maury you are either going to have some baby drama, an out of control teenager, or some weird makeover that often involves transexuals and trying to pinpoint the biological females (seriously). aMOMymous always gets annoyed that I watch this crap - but really, it is pure entertainment gold. Oh, I also really like watching infomercials, especially when they involve ridiculous kitchen gadgets. I feel like I am getting off topic . . .
Ok, so the WSotD is a blast from the past. I had a serious Dave Matthews addiction throughout high school and college. And I still get hankerings to belt out DMB tunes and I occasionally watch the random DVDs and movies I have of him (I never said I lived an exciting life, ok???). Anyway, most people have an aversion to DMB because they either think he sold out, or they heard too many frat boys trying to get laid to the strains of 'Satellite,' or because they are just sucky people. But I still love him and this version of this song is one of my all time favorites and it is spring and people are frisky and here it is (mostly, some of the lyrics are a tad muffled, but you get the general gist):
Who got you off when you got yours?
Who was the first to spill your soul?
Who got you off? Well, I'm the one
Dreamed of doing it day and night
Oh sweet like candy to my soul
Sweet you rock and sweet you roll
Oh I swear over and over
It's you like a wave into me
When you come crash into me baby
Please come crash into me
Come crash into me
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream
Who miss you all? what runs your way?
Who runs up side you and begs everyday?
Who's watchin' you through your window?
Night Comes
Who's celebratin' with the moon?
That you're like a wave come again
Come and crash into me, yeah baby
And I come into you
In a boy's dream
In a boy's dream
Oh now it's here I build my soul
I swear, friend, don't you know
I'm bare boned and crazy for you
Oh when you come crash into me yeah
And you come into me
And you come into me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
Hike up your skirt a little more
And show the world to me
In a boy's dream yeah
In this boy's dream
I'll be your Dixie chicken
You be my Tennessee lamb
And we will walk together
Down in Dixie land
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me
Crash into me (you build up real big here)
Oh I wanna play with you
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I can watch kitchen infomercials forever. Maybe even longer than that. I can't watch any Maury/Oprah/Ellen shows though. My brain would explode.
And as for DMB, they were never really big in the UK, so I've certainly not been over-exposed to them, but that one is definitely one of my faves of the limited stuff I've heard.
Ahhh..DMB..that brings me back to my heady days as a bartender at Trax, a Charlottesville, VA bar/concert venue. Our Thursday/Saturday night house band was the DMB. They would play and play until the wee hours and give a great show regardless of how many people were there. What a great group of guys.
I stopped listening to DMB after they released "Everyday," which I figured was the death of their real music. However, they're playing at a music festival in MI I'm going to this summer, and I'm really friggin' excited to see them, and hope they play their old stuff. The good stuff.
In other news, this stuff cracks me up every time I see it:
"Show me someone with a PHD who believes in string theory and I will show you a dude who drives a porsche in birkenstocks"
-Dr Adams
Pretty much everything he writes makes me smile. I am so glad we get to see a little glimpse into his tangly, brilliant, messy mind.
And is this festival July 3-6?? Some friends and I were contemplating going. Unless of course I am freaking out about the bar at that point, which is possible.
Yeah, Rothbury Music Festival. I'm headed there with a bunch of friends. You should come! It's just too bad my idol/ your object of affection won't be there.
But he WILL be at the Telluride Bluegrass festival which is in CO over the summer solstice which would be amazing. I am trying to figure out how I can make it there.
You must be quite disturbed that he's rumored to be dating Mandy Moore. Don't ask me how I know this. I was searching for new tour dates, I swear.
Not as disturbed as Ryan seemed to be. Actually, I'll take that back, it's AH we're talking about - she'll be waaay more disturbed.
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