Working Things Out

My comments on the odd things that happen in this world

The Return Email March 22, 2010

Filed under: Music,TYSIC — terrygreene182 @ 11:35 pm

Getting back from work today I quickly opened my email to find a message from a friendly sounding woman, with the subject Comedy Druids ūüôā, which I felt was just a wonderful subject. Although looking back at this, if I didn’t know what the email actually says that does seem a little bit sarcastic in a kind of, “Oh so you think we’re just here to be laughed at do you” kind of way.

Luckily though it wasn’t and this is what she wrote,

Dear Terry
Emma forwarded your mail to me.
I’m going to try and contact one of the musicians and performers that I know and see if he will contact you.
If for any reason he doesn’t contact you. Come back to me and I’ll see if I can find something else for you.
Marianne Westwood
Office Manager

When I first read this through I got a bit confused as to why she felt that a musician or performer would help me more, but thinking about it now, and with a little help from a few cans of cider, I feel that they probably would have a better understanding, and be able to help me more in presenting the information in a better way that I would, although I’ll make sure that whatever I am told will be completely reworded by me.

Only a short post today but I felt I should keep you wonderful people updated.

Also while your here why not check out the songs Radar Detector by the Darwin Deez, and Photoshop Handsome by Everything Everything. I can’t get enough of these tunes at the moment.

Thanks for reading!


Always Something March 17, 2010

Filed under: General,Music,TYSIC — terrygreene182 @ 11:38 pm

There is always something to write. At least that’s what I’ve told myself

Over the past week or so I haven’t bothered trying to update this blog because I couldn’t think of anything to write, or I started something but couldn’t think of where to take it, but today I decided to set myself another challenge on top of my already mounting list of personal challenges that I’ve already set, and the main challenge of getting something, if not lots of stuff published.

I pledge to you, that I will update this blog at least three times a week, if not everyday.

I came to the conclusion today(I’m sure I’m not the first) that this is meant to be challenging and hard, it is the ten-year¬†self-improvement challenge¬†after all. So when I sit there thinking of ideas and nothing comes to me for 10 minutes I shouldn’t just think there’s no point and concede to¬†try again the next night, but actually press on and achieve something each time.


Now I’m sure many of you have heard the new Ke$ha song Blah Blah¬†Blah, and I hope we all agree it is a truly ok song, but I have an issue with a particular line of the song.

I just want to point out I read the lyrics just after writing that sentence and realised it’s much worse than I originally thought. So now it’s time for a full song dissection(flashy lights, alarm going off)!

Coming out your mouth with your blah, blah, blah
Zip your lips like a padlock and meet me at the back
With the jack and the jukebox

Now I can only assume that she’s dropped something, perhaps a hair clip , and it’s escaped her grasp under the jukebox, so she’s asking a nice young man, who perhaps talks a little much, probably because he’s nervous meeting a pop star, to bring a car jack so they can safely, without damaging themselves or said jukebox, raise it up and she can retrieve¬†her much-loved hair clip.

I would also like to point out that you can’t zip a padlock, the clues in the words.

I don’t really care where you live at
Just turn around, boy, let me hit that
Don’t be a little bitch with your chit chat
Just show me where your dick’s at

Very pleased with how this kind gentlemen has helped her she clearly wants to give him some kind of reward, so asking him to turn around she gives him a complimentary pat on the bum, but he is still rambling nervously, so after asking him to be quiet she decides to find out where his dick is at. This, I can only assume in total innocence, clearly means he is involved in some kind of amateur production of Dick Whittington, and Ke$ha, clearly a fan of the theatre, is interested in seeing this production.

Music starts, listen hot stuff
I’m in love with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough

Obviously meaning that this particular production is a musical reinterpretation.

Stop, talk, talk, talking that blah, blah, blah
Think you’ll be getting this nah, nah, nah
Not in the back of my car, ah, ah
If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah
Boy, come on give me rock stuff
Come put a little love it my glove bag
I wanna dance with no pants on
Meet me in the back with the jack and the jukebox

After a pleasant evening they decide to go back to bar where they first met as she is clearly interested in seeing the geological rock collection they had, but while there she spills a drink on herself, completely soaking her jeans. Needing somewhere to dry she comes up with the cunning idea of putting them into her glove box, but as she is doing this her favourite song comes on. This obviously being why she wants to dance while wearing no pants. Unfortunately as she dances she loses her precious hair clip again, and the jack comes into play again.

So cut to the chase kid
‘Cause I know you don’t care what my middle name is
I wanna be naked but you’re wasted
Music’s up, listen hot stuff
I’m in love with this song
So just hush, baby, shut up
Heard enough

Now as their night comes to an end the poor guy has drunk a little bit too much and is a little tipsy, unfortunately this is the same time that Ke$ha wants to go to bed, so, thinking on her feet, she decides that if she plays a song she loves enough it will wake him from his drunken slumber.

I feel this is an accurate¬†deconstruction¬†of the true meaning of this song. We’ve all had nights out like this. Who knows, perhaps in the future the two could meet again under different circumstances and perhaps become¬†good companions, and they will look back at this silly silly night and laugh. Oh how they’ll laugh.

Ok, maybe I looked at that in a little too much detail, but it was better than my first thought. What woman calls her special lady area, or the vagina as it is otherwise known, a glove box? If you do please let me know and I will retract this statement. I just feel it’s an odd place to keep gloves, I mean surely you wouldn’t want to wear them afterwards.

Thanks for reading this through, hope you enjoyed it.