Archive for the ‘Music’ Category

Minutes to Memories (The Song!)

Posted: January 3, 2011 in Music

So I’ve had this blog I call “Minutes to Memories” for going on five years now, and it just dawned on me that I have never posted the song behind the name. Problem corrected.

Bittersweet Sixteen

Posted: November 3, 2010 in Family and Friends, Music

Every year, on November 3rd, I specifically think about my dad. This year marks sixteeen since he passed away, and it is weird to consider that he hasn’t been around for 40% of my entire life now.

Couple of years ago I stumbled across this Chet Atkins song that I thought was just perfect, and I thought I would replay it today. The original YouTube video I used has been removed, and the only one available now has these weird foreign subtitles. But that’s okay. Doesn’t keep me from seeing my dad in the old man version of Chet Atkins. And it sure doesn’t distract from this beautiful song. Hope you guys enjoy it, too.

A Pensive, Born-Again Pirate

Posted: September 19, 2010 in Lessons, Music

Been thinking about pirates and Jimmy Buffett and such, what with the coming and going of my fortieth birthday. Not that I feel as if my life’s calling disappeared a couple of centuries ago—and not that I’m all that attracted to pirating as a career path in the first place; instead, here I am, staring at forty, embarking on career number three (or so), and sitting in school with bunches and bunches of beautiful and talented twenty-somethings. It’s enough to make a guy stop and think about life.

Once upon a time, I actually had a little life philosophy. My idea was to live in such a way that I could look back on it all someday and honestly say I had no regrets. Sounded good at the time. Of course I didn’t realize that this would later serve as a poignant illustration of shooting oneself in the foot before getting started, but all in all, I am glad I adopted that approach. It has led me on an interesting journey, and I doubt I’d be sitting where I’m at right now without it. And, oddly enough, I like the view from here.

I’ve heard it said that life begins at forty. Seems somewhat appropriate since I get to graduate and (re-)enter the real world this year. (And no, I’m still not exactly sure what I’ll be when I grow up, but as for now, I’m simply hoping that I’m a second-half team.)


Here I sit, born again at forty, all eat up with pensiveness, and wondering what to think about it all. What is life all about? What really matters? What should be my philosophy of life heading into the second half?

Answer: I don’t know.

But the older I get, for whatever reason, the more I’m okay with not knowing the answer.

Maybe I’ll just be a pirate.

Around and Around

Posted: June 16, 2010 in Music

Okay, still not into soccer. But. Thought I’d share a tune from the 2010 Official FIFA World Cup album because it was written and produced for Japanese musical star, Misia, by a 2006 Pepperdine alum (not to mention that he also performed the song on stage with her at the huge opening night concert). Enjoy “Maware Maware” (which means, “Around and Around”).

Living By The Edge

Posted: June 13, 2010 in Music

Jody and Erica had a cool celebrity sighting today when they saw U2 guitarist, “The Edge,” at the Malibu Farmer’s Market. I asked if he had his beanie on, and Jody said he did. If not, I wouldn’t have the slightest chance of identifying him. 🙂

One video leaps immediately to mind when I think of The Edge.

The Power of Music

Posted: June 11, 2010 in Music

Last night’s choir concert at Malibu High was fantastic. And quite emotional, too.

Not only was it the last performance in high school for some muy talented seniors, but the pall of school budget cuts loomed in the air with the reality that, as of now, our talented choir director is scheduled to lose her job. There were quite a few tears shed among the beautiful songs.

Folks aren’t taking this lying down. Now it is against the rules to just raise money to save Mrs. Loch’s job, and it will take hundreds of thousands of dollars raised in about two weeks to save all the teachers’ jobs on the chopping block, but the fundraising drive has begun nonetheless. And we all have high hopes.

That’s what the power of music can do for you. Give you high hopes and such.

I’m still not used to Malibu, but I’m enjoying the effort. I looked on stage last night at those talented boys and girls, and scattered throughout the choir were children of actors and actresses and rock stars, a little middle school girl we noticed acting on “Modern Family” just the night before, and a blind musical savant who has been featured on “60 Minutes” on multiple occasions — not to mention the daughter of a poor law student. An amazing, talented, eclectic group of children, all singing with one spectacular voice.

I sort of get why music teachers get cut when you have to make hard choices. But not really. In the end, it’s hard to trump the value of anyone who can teach us how to sing with one voice. We need much more of those people, not less.

Pictures from last night.

Crazy Good

Posted: June 6, 2010 in Music

Malibu High’s production of “Crazy For You” was crazy good. And crazy fun, too.

I know I brag on the arts program at Malibu High on a regular basis, so my props for this particular show doesn’t demand specific attention all by itself. But I’m telling you, this show upped the ante in my estimation and was downright phenomenal.

But unfortunately, if you missed it, you missed it. Sorry ’bout that. While it’s on the school website, you can go HERE to catch a taste of the fun, but a little preview video just doesn’t do the show justice.

Congrats to Malibu High on a terrific show. I’ll continue to do my best not to miss a single one.

Well, 2L is over. 3L here we come. And I get to watch baseball tomorrow. With a press pass. All this deserves a Yay Me!

But it gets even better.

Because for my next trick I get to fly cross country, get in a car with Erica, and drive back across the country along famed Route 66. Well, it’s Interstate 40 now, but it’s the best I can do.

I’ll be disappearing from the world of the Internet for several days now, but you guys feel free to have fun without me. I highly suspect I’ll have pictures and stories to share upon my return.

As I go, I’ll share a song from the Great American Road we plan to travel. I could have gone with the smooth stylings of the original, Bobby Troup, or I could have gone with either the classy Nat King Cole or the rockin’ Rolling Stones. Or I could have got in touch with my Disney side and had the Cheetah Girls sing it a la the Cars movie. But in the end, I went with my genearation: Enjoy Depeche Mode getting their kicks on Route 66.

We’re headin’ up to San Francisco on a little weekend road trip today. Our first time to SF ever, and we’re excited. I remember my dad talking about his time in SF during WWII, and I have always wanted to go myself.

Enormous guilt taking a weekend road trip with law school finals so close. Enormous excitement, too – going to check out Fisherman’s Wharf and the Golden Gate Bridge; going to take the Golden Gate Ferry to AT&T Park to see the Cardinals & Giants play ball; going to visit some Redwoods; going to hang out with our Mississippi friend, Cole, and stay at his place in Sausalito.

And I’m also going to ignore blogs, emails, and Facebook for a few days. Hard to believe, but true.

But as Jimmy Buffett says, “Come Monday, it’ll be alright.”

Nightmare on My Street

Posted: April 19, 2010 in Music

I noticed that Freddy Krueger is back in movie theaters, and from what I remember of the basic storyline, that shouldn’t be surprising. I think I’ve mentioned here before that I’ve never been a fan of scary movies for the unoriginal reason that they are scary. So I won’t be running to the theater for this one any faster than I ran there for the first ones.

However, when I saw the movie preview a couple of nights ago, I immediately began singing Will Smith’s “Nightmare on My Street.” Of course, Hillary had no idea what I was singing.

I was a rap music fan in its early days, at least as much a fan as a skinny white kid from Snow White, Arkansas, could be in the 1980s. Can’t you see a dorky kid like me bouncing around to some Fat Boys tracks? I mean, I couldn’t name a current hit song, but if Whodini’s “Freaks Come Out At Night” starts playing, I will embarrass my family name.

My favorite rap songs were “Basketball” (the original Kurtis Blow version, not the silly Bow Wow take-off), and “The Rapping Duke” by Shawn Brown. Two classics, in my humble opinion.

But the most fun cassette I owned in those days (boys and girls, cassette tapes are how we owned music before compact discs, which were how we owned music before iPods) was DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince’s “He’s the DJ, I’m the Rapper.” I guess lots of people today wouldn’t know that Will Smith was The Fresh Prince with a microphone before he was The Fresh Prince on a television screen.

I loved it.

Anyway, on that fun album was the classic “Parents Just Don’t Understand.” But the first track was Will Smith’s tribute to Freddy Krueger, and for Hillary if nothing else, here it is for you listening pleasure.