July 8th, 2011

Star Wars - Fly away...


Yes: my heart raced. I got tense and wrapped up in the moment. I whispered "Godspeed. Best of luck." I got more tense at go-for-engine-throttle-up, same as I have for each shuttle launch I've watched since the one 25 years ago which we remember for tragic reasons.

I have nothing more eloquent or thoughtful than "Godspeed. Best of luck."
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So many possible jokes...

One thing about the Eighties was the saxophone. Lots of saxophone on the radio. Lots. Its careful and worthwhile use by, say, Dire Straits notwithstanding, it was already headed to Music Cliche Land when Randy Newman tweaked it with "I Love L.A." in 1983, and had camped there by 1987 when oiled-up sax guy Tim Capello sang "I Still Believe" in The Lost Boys. You heard pop music, you heard lots of wailing sax. Why there was never a Transformer who transformed into a saxophone, I WILL NEVER KNOW.

So. About saxophones. What if "Weird Al" Yankovic -- bear with me on this -- had been a little more PG-13 in his songwriting in the 1980s? He could've really called the Eighties on the cliche of the saxophone. He could've -- wait for it -- written a parody called "I Want Your Sax."

WHY DIDN'T YOU GIVE ME THIS, EIGHTIES? C'mon, Eighties, I was good to you. I experienced you and everything. I paid attention to you, taking lots of pictures of ya. I went to school. I learned stuff. (I also figured out girls are pretty, science fiction is cool and Britishers are funny, but I probably would've figured those out on my own.) I tried your fashions -- well, some of them, mainly with the words "Hobie" and "Ocean Pacific" written on 'em. Dad sailed on six-month aircraft carrier cruises several times. HE WORKED FOR YOU. Can't you pay us back by giving me "I Want Your Sax"?

...okay, I'll just have to do that myself. (Warning: I am not "Weird Al" Yankovic. I don't have his level of talent. That said, let's play...)

There's things you press
And tunes, ya know
Fingers that depress
And things that you blow-oh
The mouthpiece fits
The neck strap slings it low
You know your charts
And you're all set to play alto

It's gold or it's silver
It's shiny and slick
It's bump-y and grind-y
To play it's a kick
You hear it in each song
On your ra-di-o
Please let me try just this once:
Pick one up and GO

I want your sax
I want your swab
I want your sax
I want your..........sax

There. I could do more, but for now I won't. Besides, I can't figure out where to fit the ROCKIN' SAX SOLO!!!

What led to this entry? This Twitter exchange!
The guy who broadcasts the "SequelCast" podcast on Cascadia.fm: "So I like the song MAKE BELIEVE by TOTO. Guess I have a thing for bad wailing saxophones. #toto #saxophones"
Me: "It wouldn't have been the 80s without bad wailing sax."
SequelCast: "It wouldn't have been the 80s without bad wailing sex too."
Me: Weird Al could've combined that by doing a George Michael parody called "I Want Your Sax."

(I also gave the alternate reply "Was it? I never watched Skinemax.")
Me 2 (B&W)


How long will this long weekend feel like?

After having a four-day work week that felt like five, with a Thursday where it seemed three-quarters of the office was in A Mood and I had to be REALLY PATIENT to navigate that (and I was in A Mood and not wanting to be patient, on top of that), I'm hoping this long weekend feels refreshingly long. Which it has a damn good chance of being.

This afternoon I'll get into a car with my folks and head an hour up the Columbia River Gorge to Hood River, and tomorrow we'll join more family -- including members who live in Denmark and Guam -- for an uncle of mine's 70th birthday. I'll also get to meet at least two family members I've never met yet, because did you notice I mentioned "Denmark"?

Sometime late Saturday or early Sunday I'll then return up the Gorge to this city, regroup, and head out for my Sunday thing: a party, with friends this time, out in Sandy, Oregon. (I may drive past a school my company is building.) Said friends, my former call center co-worker Matt and his wife Gerry, are visiting from Hawaii because even Hawaiians need to vacation somewhere. Plus lots of their family are here.

I'm bringing actual snacks to both. Seasoned oyster crackers, which are easy to make but which I keep forgetting to make. But I got the needed ingredients last night and put them together this morning. So I'll help feed people. I should do this more.

I'm hoping this all indeed is relaxing. Can I relax? We shall see!