I'm sorry for the handful of folks who follow my blog AND check in with me on FB because I'm doing some overlap with all this Spoon-a-bration. Each avenue/medium of communication has its advantages; even so, I'm duplicating a bit. I already posted a video of this song on FB (mostly so that I could then play the song whenever I wanted to), but didn't really want to add the lyrics on my wall. Here on the blog, I can provide the lyrics and the song.
When I look at the lyrics typed out below, I am not exactly blown away. Strange how they seem SO insightful when the music is playing. It's the alchemy between music, lyric and attitude that provides the oomph. I am gripped by the way Mr. Daniel sings the second verse in particular (I've added bolding for emphasis below). He sings this song the way he moves on stage - herky jerky, a bit stiff and totally consumed by the beat.
So, yes, I like me this rock-n-roll. Two funny rock-n-roll related moments from school this week:
#1 - all of my classes are in different rooms, so I end up crossing paths with five - ten other teachers on a regular basis. On Monday, I was visiting a bit with the woman who teaches in A116 the hour before my class. I mentioned that I saw a show in Austin over the weekend. "Oh, you're one of us," she said with a smile. Then as she waltzed out of the room, she turned to me with a wink and yelled out, "Party on, Wayne!"
Hmm. Can you say, "Reference completely falling flat"?
I didn't quite see myself in that early 1990s vein, "Cora." Like to think I'm a bit more in the moment ...
#2 - in one of my intro to lit classes, I was teaching them the difference between the subject of a work and its tone. I asked people to list favorite love songs so that we could compare tones - the attitude of the song toward the subject. This is one of my foolproof brainstorming activities, use it every semester, it always works, etc. But this class was strangely quiet. Maybe they were tired. One kindly student said, "Ms. Hill, why don't you tell us your favorite songs and then we can tell you if you are cool or not."
I just stared at her, smiling silently.
"Oh, I'm not worried about that," I said slowly, a smile spreading. "If anything, I'm just concerned that if I tell you what I listen to, you guys will be so blown away by the sheer coolness of my music that no one will share any song titles because they'll feel so impressed."
Hearty laughter. But I wasn't joking. "Party on, Wayne!" (Disclosure - if I taught somewhere other than Blinn, I wouldn't be so confident that I had the best musical taste in the room. But the overwhelmingly most popular genre on our campus is Texas country. Hands down, it's what they love the most. And more power to 'em! If they like it, then it's done its job. But I also know that I have, um, more wide-ranging tastes than most of my students. If you transplanted me to another college campus, I wouldn't be so sure.)
"Seriously, Ms. Hill! What do you like?" another young woman asked.
"I like a band called Spoon," I said, scanning the room for flashes of recognition.
"Who?" asked 25 students in unison.
"Only the best rock-n-roll band ever to emerge from Austin, Texas," I told them. "They just released a new album. Prepare to have the course of your life permanently changed." Then I turned back to the board to continue teaching tone.
I'm sorry for the handful of folks who follow my blog AND check in with me on FB because I'm doing some overlap with all this Spoon-a-bration. Each avenue/medium of communication has its advantages; even so, I'm duplicating a bit. I already posted a video of this song on FB (mostly so that I could then play the song whenever I wanted to), but didn't really want to add the lyrics on my wall. Here on the blog, I can provide the lyrics and the song.
When I look at the lyrics typed out below, I am not exactly blown away. Strange how they seem SO insightful when the music is playing. It's the alchemy between music, lyric and attitude that provides the oomph. I am gripped by the way Mr. Daniel sings the second verse in particular (I've added bolding for emphasis below). He sings this song the way he moves on stage - herky jerky, a bit stiff and totally consumed by the beat.
So, yes, I like me this rock-n-roll. Two funny rock-n-roll related moments from school this week:
#1 - all of my classes are in different rooms, so I end up crossing paths with five - ten other teachers on a regular basis. On Monday, I was visiting a bit with the woman who teaches in A116 the hour before my class. I mentioned that I saw a show in Austin over the weekend. "Oh, you're one of us," she said with a smile. Then as she waltzed out of the room, she turned to me with a wink and yelled out, "Party on, Wayne!"
Hmm. Can you say, "Reference completely falling flat"?
I didn't quite see myself in that early 1990s vein, "Cora." Like to think I'm a bit more in the moment ...
#2 - in one of my intro to lit classes, I was teaching them the difference between the subject of a work and its tone. I asked people to list favorite love songs so that we could compare tones - the attitude of the song toward the subject. This is one of my foolproof brainstorming activities, use it every semester, it always works, etc. But this class was strangely quiet. Maybe they were tired. One kindly student said, "Ms. Hill, why don't you tell us your favorite songs and then we can tell you if you are cool or not."
I just stared at her, smiling silently.
"Oh, I'm not worried about that," I said slowly, a smile spreading. "If anything, I'm just concerned that if I tell you what I listen to, you guys will be so blown away by the sheer coolness of my music that no one will share any song titles because they'll feel so impressed."
Hearty laughter. But I wasn't joking. "Party on, Wayne!" (Disclosure - if I taught somewhere other than Blinn, I wouldn't be so confident that I had the best musical taste in the room. But the overwhelmingly most popular genre on our campus is Texas country. Hands down, it's what they love the most. And more power to 'em! If they like it, then it's done its job. But I also know that I have, um, more wide-ranging tastes than most of my students. If you transplanted me to another college campus, I wouldn't be so sure.)
"Seriously, Ms. Hill! What do you like?" another young woman asked.
"I like a band called Spoon," I said, scanning the room for flashes of recognition.
"Who?" asked 25 students in unison.
"Only the best rock-n-roll band ever to emerge from Austin, Texas," I told them. "They just released a new album. Prepare to have the course of your life permanently changed." Then I turned back to the board to continue teaching tone.
Whenever your love can find me
They break through the walls, to find me
It's breaking the walls to find me
I go out in the world
I make my case to the world
I saw the world and to the world
I make my case to the world
I saw the world and to the world
It asked me back again
It calls me love, holds me tight
It calls me love, holds me tight
Do do da do da . . .
It peels off the ties that bind me
Ah oh.... I don't need a thing to remind me
That I'm part of the world.
I saw the light
I saw the light and I felt jeaned all in white
I felt so permanently in love
I saw the light
I saw the light and I felt all creamed all in white
I felt so permanently loved
I saw the light
I saw the light
I saw the light and i felt all creamed in white
I feel so permanently loved
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