Random of the day: Songified Prayer

Came across this tiny two minutes of freshness while taking a daily troll through YouTube. I’m probably late to the party … but at least I showed up, I guess.

“Boogity, boogity, boogity, Amen.” I think I’ll end all my prayers like that now.

If you think about it, that’s a signal that Darrell Waltrip’s catchphrase has not only caught on in the fandom of NASCAR, but also has become ubiquitous within culture at large.

It’d be interesting also to see how attendance fared at the dear pastor’s church the following week.

Here’s the original:

Retro cereal: Quisp

Was walking through the home-away-from-home (Target) today when I saw something that stopped me in my tracks: Quisp cereal.

I can’t remember the last time I saw a box of this … probably about the same time I last saw a King Vitamin box! And now, probably because someone about my age has the authority to make this decision, Target stores are bringing Quisp back.

It’s interesting to see how the things of your youth get re-marketed back to you just at the time you can afford to make your own decisions about them. This prompts two questions:

1. What’s going to be the next thing from my childhood to come back and try to rid me of some money?
2. What are the things from today that will come back in 20-25 years?

I’d like to hear your opinions. In the meantime, here’s a vintage Quisp commercial.

 

Most obnoxious toy ever?

Say hello to the Fisher Price Sing-A-Ma-Jig, who belts out a hard-to-understand version of “Here Comes Peter Cottontail.”

It’s my entry for “Most Obnoxious Toy Ever.” Try listening to one being expertly played by a toddler on a car trip. It’s exquisite.

What’s your most obnoxious toy?

In case you missed it …

Here’s a pretty great mashup of most of the movies from 2010. How many can you pick out? How many did you see? Which did you miss?

Leave your list in the comment section below.

Free mp3: Elliott Smith

Is there a free download that’ll automatically make you more hip?

If so, this may be it. Elliott Smith’s “Between the Bars” is available from Amazon, as part of a promotion for the album An Introduction to Elliott Smith.

That’s a good title. And a good idea. Elliott Smith has been hanging around my periphery for too long.

My first brush with Smith was the haunting “Needle in the Hay” from The Royal Tenenbaums. Then came the Cat Stevens cover “Trouble” and the Big Star cover “13,” both from the Thumbsucker soundtrack.

I guess I keep bumping into him in the oddest of places. Movies, mostly.

But for all of this bumping, part of me thinks I like the idea of an Elliott Smith than the actual Elliott Smith. Is that possible? What does that mean, anyway?

I think there are artists we are supposed to like, if we view ourselves in a certain way, whether we really do like them or not. All genre of people have them. They’re the canon. Maybe Elliott Smith is one of them.

Possibly the way he died lends itself to this mystique …

Maybe he’s one of those artists that I’ll get into when I get the chance to give him the time I feel he deserves. Sometimes life is just too busy to learn a whole new language of music.

But, I guess I can start here.