It’s all about origin, whatever has an opportunity to start,has equal opportunity to grow.not withstanding the method of its evolving.thanks for sharing this, it’s nice being around here.
Tap-taptap-tap-taptap-tap-taptap-tap… (The annoying sound of dripping water from the tap. Actually, it’s more than annoying. It’s aural water torture! Let that sink in!)
No, not everything, just when you leave your empty tea bags strewn on the kitchen counter, or dance around to the one millionth time of hearing a Journey song, while holding a glass of wine, while I have to clean up the dinner dishes, or just how perfectly you time that grotesque imitation of Lawrence Welk making those awful popping sounds on his mouth, when I’m exhausted in bed. Why, those are only a few things, not everything my love! xo
Hah! Fred was the best. I remember the night he passed away. I called the local San Francisco big band/popular music station and told them to play some FA. They said, we don’t have any records by Fred. I said, “OK, and that is why I will never listen to your station again.” Fred was a brilliant song interpreter, too.
I looked this up: Irving Berlin considered Astaire the equal of any male interpreter of his songs—”as good as Jolson, Crosby or Sinatra, not necessarily because of his voice, but for his conception of projecting a song.” Full disclosure: Of course, I listened to that radio station again. It was all we had. The only other big band station in SF was based out of local high school (KCEA, not as good as its heyday, though still my go to when I am writing or just relaxing with a cup of coffee.) and it’s signal seemed to stop about half way up our driveway.
The obvious Bojangles thought but also the Dan Hick’s tune Euphonious Whale where “the bird in the cage does a buck and the wing ” that’s got to be a tap dance tref.
I took tap dancing as a kid and then for almost a decade as an adult (until it ruined my ankle). I love tap and wish I could still do it. I might take up drumming though – it’s sort of like tap dancing with your hands.
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Apparently there was a time in the country when LOTS of people needed to be annoyed.
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They still do, brother, they still do. It is called twitter.
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I’ll always prefer tap dancing to Twitter—even if Bojangles Robinson was tapping his toes on my forehead.
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Noted.
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Forget the tap, what about rap?
Rap annoys me something fierce!
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I am all right with tap. It’s just an origin thing.
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It’s all about origin, whatever has an opportunity to start,has equal opportunity to grow.not withstanding the method of its evolving.thanks for sharing this, it’s nice being around here.
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Tap-taptap-tap-taptap-tap-taptap-tap… (The annoying sound of dripping water from the tap. Actually, it’s more than annoying. It’s aural water torture! Let that sink in!)
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The originator of tap dance most likely had a leaky faucet.
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My wife says everything I do annoys her. Damn, I’m destined for greatness then. I really had no idea.
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Just back your annoyance up with a beat
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No, not everything, just when you leave your empty tea bags strewn on the kitchen counter, or dance around to the one millionth time of hearing a Journey song, while holding a glass of wine, while I have to clean up the dinner dishes, or just how perfectly you time that grotesque imitation of Lawrence Welk making those awful popping sounds on his mouth, when I’m exhausted in bed. Why, those are only a few things, not everything my love! xo
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I’ll just see myself out.
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Thanks for the laugh. Needed it today.
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Appreciated, dp
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I unconsciously tap my feet all the time and yes it does annoy some people – teachers especially!
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That could very well be.
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Naturally, I was just speculatin’ about a hypothesis.
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Funny. I thought the same thing about tap dancing.
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Reblogged this on davidbruceblog #2.
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Much thanks, as always, DB
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Did you know that Fred Astaire tap danced on the radio? He danced on a wooden box and the taps went out on the radio.
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Hah! Fred was the best. I remember the night he passed away. I called the local San Francisco big band/popular music station and told them to play some FA. They said, we don’t have any records by Fred. I said, “OK, and that is why I will never listen to your station again.” Fred was a brilliant song interpreter, too.
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Now I need to go to Amazon and buy some of his music.
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I looked this up: Irving Berlin considered Astaire the equal of any male interpreter of his songs—”as good as Jolson, Crosby or Sinatra, not necessarily because of his voice, but for his conception of projecting a song.” Full disclosure: Of course, I listened to that radio station again. It was all we had. The only other big band station in SF was based out of local high school (KCEA, not as good as its heyday, though still my go to when I am writing or just relaxing with a cup of coffee.) and it’s signal seemed to stop about half way up our driveway.
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🤔😉😊
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Thanks, LZ!
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The obvious Bojangles thought but also the Dan Hick’s tune Euphonious Whale where “the bird in the cage does a buck and the wing ” that’s got to be a tap dance tref.
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I took tap dancing as a kid and then for almost a decade as an adult (until it ruined my ankle). I love tap and wish I could still do it. I might take up drumming though – it’s sort of like tap dancing with your hands.
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