The Armorer sends us over to Cassandra’s place, where she in turn directs us to discover what song was number one on the first day we sprang upon an amazed world:
For your humble scribe? It was, “Georgia on My Mind,” by Ray Charles. A classic which I still enjoy listening to, Lo! These many years later. I admit to being rather absurdly smug and self-satisfied to hear this news.
Then I looked up SNO’s birth date: “Kiss,” by Prince and the Revolution. Oh.
The Biscuit? “All the Man I Need,” by Whitney Houston. Oh, dear.
And finally, the Kat? It gets worse: “The Sign,” by Ace of Base. Which should probably be labeled “The Sigh,” if ever she catches on.
I’d tell you the Hobbit’s special song, but that would be, well: Telling. Which we are strenously cautioned not to do. So there.
But weep for the poor children!
“Rhinestone Cowboy”, by Glen Campbell. Scary thing? It makes almost too much sense.
I can definitely see the decline in quality. Poor children!
Alas Mr. Chandler, but I am the “DUKE OF EARL”
Which is much better than being born in February 1976 when it was the theme from SWAT.
Heh. The Hobbit still holds Sting, does she, O Smaug?
C’mon, ya gotta go the the Milblogger Conference.
We’re not on any panels, we can play bullshit bingo in the cheap seats and snipe Blackfive and Smash. We should get Salamander to come too… except he still thinks the Navy Blog-monitors don’t know who he is…
Snerk!
“Hard-headed Woman” by THE KING……sheesh, I can’t be THAT old!!My oh my.
Goodnight Irene by The Weavers
Gak!
“Can’t Get No (Satisfaction)”, Rolling Stones…
WHAAAT?
I HATE the Stones!!! I wanna do-over!!!
“It’s My Party” by Lesley Gore. Yeah baby – I like that message. My poor husband is “Everybody’s Somebody’s Fool” by Connie Francis. SHEESH!
You Poor Children! “In The Mood”, Glenn Miller!!!
“Chattanoogie Shoeshine Boy” by Red Foley.
Hmm.
At least my kids with “Hotel California”, “Grease”, (Frankie Valli), and “Baby, Come to Me”, (Austin&Ingram) leaves me some leverage.
Or not.
“I Get Around” by the Beach Boys.
Get it?
Tee Hee! I couldn’t help it!
I never even heard of mine. Which I suppose isn’t much of a surprise, considering that I wasn’t really paying much attention to radio then.
“Say, Say, Say” by Paul McCartney & Michael Jackson
A Beatle and a fruitcake… err…
Sgt.B – I’ll gladly trade you “Dominique” by The Singing Nun.
Mine was “Big Bad John”.
“Maggie May/ Reason to Believe” by Rod Stewart.
I guess it could be worse, but wouldn’t ya know, my wife gets “Ballad of the Green Berets”
Say Lex, you should tell us sometime the rationale behind the various names (Biscuit, Kat, Hobbit, etc.) for those who haven’t heard it yet.
“Light my fire” by the Doors.
Could definitely be worse.
“Crusin Down the River”, Guess I was just fated to be Brown Water Navy!
“Venus” by Frankie Avalon for me, Stagger Lee for my wife. On a footnote, on my 7th birthday SSGT Barry Sadler hit #1. Fighting Soldiers from the sky… HOOAH!
Captain Harvey, they’re nicknames mostly, designed to further anonymize my family at least from this my private vice of blogging. Didn’t feel comfortable with strangers out there googling their way into my children’s confidence.
The Hobbit is the Hobbit because, she’s, well: Short. One of the little people. And she loves food, both the eating and the cooking of it. Strangely, I’m the only one who seems to gain any weight out of her labors. She doesn’t actually have furry feet, but I don’t tell her that.
In the south, a biscuit can be a soft piece of wholesome bread, and it can also be a sweet cookie. I called my number two child a biscuit from the time she was a small, sweet thing. She’s still a sweet thing, no longer small, and breaking her father’s heart every now and again, but that I think is what daughters are designed to do. I don’t believe she means any harm by it.
And “the Kat” is a kind of abbreviation for our youngest child’s name, but it also fits her personality too well. Definitely a kat.
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