Father Daughter Bonding

here is a song that just popped into my head. the radio can be a wonderful thing…it’s one i remember both me and my dad singing in the car around town laughing all the way. well, we only knew the chorus but…good times good times.

 

Shaddap You Face 

 

(verse:)
When I was a boy, just about-a eighth-a grade,
mama used to say, don’t-a stay out late,
with the bad-a boys, always shoot-a pool,
gonna flunk-a school. 

 

Boy, it make-a me sick, all the things I gotta do.
can’t-a getta no kicks, always gotta follow rules,
boy, it make-a me sick, just-a make a lousy bucks,
I gotta feel like a fool. (and mama used to say:) 

 

(chorus:)
What’sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face. 

 

(verse:)
Soon-a come-a day, gonna be-a big-a star,
Gonna make a movies, buy a nice-a car,
but still-a be myself, I’m-a never change a thing,
always dance and sing. (’cause I remember mama used to say:) 

 

(chorus:)
What’sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face. 

 

(talking section)
“Hello, everybody, that’s out there in radio and television land.
Did you know I had a bit hit song in Italy with this: ‘Shaddap You Face’?
I sing this song and all my fans applaud, they clap their hands, that make me feel so good.
You ought to learn this song, It’s really simple -
I sing: ‘Whatsa Matta You?” You sing: ‘Hey!”
, you sing the rest and at the end, we can all sing ‘Ah, shaddap You Face!’
Ok Let’s try it, really big -
Uno, Duo, Tre, Quatro:” 

 

(chorus:)
What’sa matta you, hey,
Gotta no respect, whatta you think you do,
Why you looka so sad?
It’s-a not so bad, it’s-a nice-a place,
Ah, Shaddap You Face.

Birthday Suit

it’s time for a bit of a rambling….it is officially 5 days after my 35th birthday. yup, i have hit my mid 30′s. and while i can’t decide whether i am feeling older or not – although after just tweaking my knee doing nothing but walking to the computer i am limping towards the old part of me. i joke to my parents that i’ve hit middle age.  they tell me i’m crazy. and explain that i can’t be middle aged cause then that would make them senior citizens and they have only just become retarded – i mean retired.  their words not mine. my friends tell me to welcome the “dirty thirties”. hmmm. chips, dips, chains whips, a little candle wax on the nips? maybe Weird Science was right.  just DRINK IT.  life i mean, with a beerback, of course. yes i’m creaking and cracking more than yesterday but truth be told i’m laughing a hell of a lot more and itching for the next adventure. i mean, really this was my first birthday suit birthday party ever. so 35 can’t be all that bad…i’m gonna give it the old college try. this getting older business…and i have a message for you , ahem, whippersnappers, get off my lawn!

Waking and Sleeping

late last night i read this passage….

“if Zen were to talk about sin(it doesn’t much), it might isolate boredom as the cardinal sin in life. There is so much in the created order, in the nature of things, to make you become vibrantly and radiantly alive – and your’re bored?”

…so many thoughts concerning this simple statement, especially after feeling that my bouts of boredom have helped “awaken” me, if you will, with a creative spark long since in remission. I have been reading much on religion and philosophy lately. just because. i wonder.

this weekend, while tucked cozily away on retreat at Breitenbush, i will pose this question to myself numerous times and see where the “nature of things” leads me. just because. i wonder.

“May i never find myself yawning at life.” – prayer by Toyohiko Kagawa