Welcome to my blog, otherwise known as your oasis of chatter about everything except politics. So pull up a chair, grab a glass of your favorite beverage, and let my highly inappropriate levels of apathy about all things involving the American political system give you one thing to read that does not involve any recent Supreme Court decisions! (I suppose I should clarify my use of the term “apathy”: It’s not that I don’t care about what’s going on in that arena, it’s that I don’t care to talk about it. So many other people cover that kind of thing so much better than I could, that I think it’s best for everyone if I stick to writing about scorpions and God.)
I’ve been a frequent guest on the Morning Air show on Relevant Radio recently, and so I’ve developed a nice little routine for doing those interviews. I schedule them for when my husband can be here to watch the kids, and then I lock myself in the garage, which has become my makeshift studio. This had all been working out well, until the other day, when one of these high-of-109-degrees-oh-my-gosh-I-think-the-car-is-melting heat waves swept through the area.
An unknown member of our household got a little overzealous with the thermostat in response to the obscene outdoor temperatures, and the inside of our house briefly ended up so cold that I had to put on a sweatshirt. I forgot to take it off before the Morning Air producer called, and thus ended up stepping into our garage, a.k.a. THE SWELTERING INFERNO OF DOOM, wearing a bulky covering that was designed to keep one comfortable on a snowmobiling expedition.
I felt certain that I would accidentally hang up the phone if I tried to take it off. I considered going back inside, but could hear that the kids had begun screaming over their breakfast cereal (none of us are morning people around here), and so I had to do the entire 20-minute interview in the garage, with the sweatshirt on. Luckily Sean Herriott is a master interviewer, and managed to cover my slack when I started fading in and out of consciousness. Then when I stumbled back in from the garage, gasping, panting, covered in sweat, my eyes glassy as I barely clung to life, my startled husband asked, “What on earth did they interview you about?!”
I spent half an afternoon watching Youtube covers of that song Somebody That I Used to Know the other day. (Which sounds kind of weird, until I explain that I’m writing about that song for the Register on Monday, so it was research. I was looking specifically at covers since I thought that my editor might prefer that I go ahead and not post a video that begins by panning over a naked dude’s body.) Anyway, from this exercise I learned two things: 1) This song really lends itself to covers. It’s amazing how each artist’s unique personality comes through when he or she sings it. And 2) if you want to have a popular Youtube video, record yourself singing this song. Practically everyone who covers it gets hundreds of thousands of views, which tells you something about how much Gotye’s tune resonates with everyone.
I feel like I should put my “research” (cough-cough) to good use, so here are my favorite covers of Somebody That I Used to Know (in order of preference):
- By Pentatonix
- By Ingrid Michaelson
- By Christina Grimmie
- By Rita Ora
- Lip synched by two kids in a car (not exactly a cover, but there’s something surprisingly hypnotic about this video)
Let me just highlight that first video there, in case anyone didn’t click on it. Can you believe there’s not a single instrument in this recording?
I am so, so amazed that the human voice can do this. Every time I watch something like this I feel overwhelmed with gratitude that people who have musical talents share them with the rest of us — if it weren’t for y’all, there would be no music, since people like me could certainly never do anything like that!
I kept our schedule pretty clear this summer — few trips, few activities, no camps, etc. — and I’m so glad I did. There will probably be other years when we’re up for a more active summer, but we really needed to just chill for a while this time around. One of the biggest blessings that has come of it is that we’ve adopted a Thursday morning ritual of going to my dad and grandfather’s house for brunch. My dad is recently retired so he cooks up a feast of eggs, bacon, sausage, biscuits and gravy, we all eat, and then the kids play in the spacious yard with my dad while I hang out with my grandfather. He and I have had so many good conversations lately; some of the stories he has to tell about the old days (he was born in 1914!) are fascinating. I love having this long, lazy summer to spend as much time there as possible. I know that one day I’ll look back on this time and treasure these memories.
It turned out exactly like the picture, and was delicious. Now I’m inspired to try another one. I think this one might be next up. Anyone else have any good Pinterest meal recommendations?
I’m off to the kitchen, where I’m cooking this mouth-watering Busy Day Brisket recipe with cole slaw and baked potatoes for a friend who’s joining us for dinner tonight. Hope everyone has a great weekend!