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Nutmeg State of Mind

This is Connecticut’s take on “Empire State of MInd” by Jay-Z and Alicia Keys. Enjoy!

I up out that Enfield
Now I’m down in Deep River
Right by the beaches, but I’ll be port forever
I’m the new Lobo and since I made it here
I can make it anywhere, yeah they love me everywhere
Used to cop in Meriden, rolling right by Illiano’s
Drivin’ down on West Main, brought me back to that McDonald’s
Ended up in Bloomfield, down Blue Hills Avenue
Catch me goin’ Downtown, fams coming after you
Cruisin’ down 84, off black ‘Cedes
Drivin’ so slow just to check out ladies
Took it up to Mansfield, where I met my man Geno
Now he up on billboards, every time I’m playin’ Keno
Say what up to Ky-Ky, still sippin’ mai-tai
Reppin’ the Dirty, Yanks and Sox give me high five
Player I be decked out, slicker than I’ll ever be
Tell by my jersey that I’m most definitely from

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford

Catch me at the XL Center at a Whalers game
Shit, I make the Whalers hat more famous than the Whalers can
You should know I bleed blue, but I ain’t from UConn
Splitting my verses so much quicker than a neutron
Welcome to the melting pot, corners where they sellin’ rock
Acapulco Gold and shit, Main and Pearl is the spot
Metro Cab, People’s Cab, Yellow Cab, holla back
Them road ragers in the state don’t even fucking know how to act
8 million pizzas, Pepe’s where they bake it
Traffic is so graphic, half of y’all won’t make it
Me, I gotta stay focused, get it made in the shade
I’m paying my boy Niels if Jay’s paying DeWayne Wade
Two casinos, thirty tech firms
Final Four Parade, rest in peace Kate Hepburn
Ashley and Sigourney
Long live the World Trade
Long live the Mark Twain, I’m from the Nutmeg State that’s…

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford

Lights is blindin’, them wheels are grindin’
Some fucker kept tailgatin’ me and sidewindin’
Mind the casualties, who choose to ride causally
Then gradually become worse
Don’t fight the traffic, Steve
Caught up in the in-crowd, always in style
And in the winter gets cold, dress warm when you go out
Shall I begin, it’s a city I am in
Good girls gone bad, the city’s filled with them
Tommy took a bus trip, 40-minute bus route
Every time he drivin’, dudes get him cussed out
Hail Mary to the state, and I’m a virgin
New Haven can’t save me, good luck with the merchants
Came here for school, left when taxes took a high rise
Rich people, movie stars, addicted to the limelight
Gampel Pavilion, the home of the Champions
New England’s Rising Star, better buy you an Ambien

Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford
One hand in the air for Insurance City
Mean streets, bright lights, all lookin’ pretty
No place in the world that can compare
Put ya lighters in the air and everybody say yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Hartford, concrete jungle where dreams are made of
There’s nothing you can’t do
When you’re in Hartford
Autumn leaves will make you feel brand new
The lights will inspire you
Yes only in Hartford, Hartford, Hartford

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So God Made a SuperBowl Ad

I’m baaaaack!!!!!!!

But seriously, I watched SuperBowl XLVII last night and one ad in particular had something to do with our generation’s Farm Aid… when there is one. Dodge Ram’s “So God Made a Farmer” is based upon the poem under the same title as heard on Paul Harvey’s radio show.

And on the 8th day God looked down on his planned paradise and said, “I need a caretaker!”. So, God made a farmer!
God said I need somebody to get up before dawn and milk cows and work all day in the fields, milk cows again, eat supper and then go to town and stay past midnight at a meeting of the school board. So, God made a farmer!
I need somebody with strong arms. Strong enough to rustle a calf, yet gentle enough to deliver his own grandchild. Somebody to call hogs, tame cantankerous machinery, come home hungry and have to wait for lunch until his wife is done feeding and visiting with the ladies and telling them to be sure to come back real soon…and mean it. So, God made a farmer!
God said “I need somebody that can shape an ax handle, shoe a horse with a hunk of car tire make a harness out of hay wire, feed sacks and shoe scraps. And…who, at planting time and harvest season, will finish his forty hour week by Tuesday noon. Then, pain’n from “tractor back”, put in another seventy two hours. So, God made a farmer!
God had to have somebody willing to ride the ruts at double speed to get the hay in ahead of the rain clouds and yet stop on mid-field and race to help when he sees the first smoke from a neighbor’s place. So, God made a farmer!
God said, “I need somebody strong enough to clear trees, heave bails and yet gentle enough to tame lambs and wean pigs and tend the pink combed pullets…and who will stop his mower for an hour to mend the broken leg of a meadow lark. So, God made a farmer!
It had to be somebody who’d plow deep and straight…and not cut corners. Somebody to seed and weed, feed and breed…and rake and disc and plow and plant and tie the fleece and strain the milk. Somebody to replenish the self feeder and then finish a hard days work with a five mile drive to church. Somebody who’d bale a family together with the soft strong bonds of sharing, who’d laugh and then sigh…and then respond with smiling eyes, when his son says he wants to spend his life “doing what dad does”. So, God made a farmer!

R.I.P. Whitney Houston

This is definitely sad news even if you are not a Whitney Houston fan. Whitney Houston known for her hit “Exhale” and her rendition of Dolly Parton’s “I Will Always Love You” died today at the age of 48. Below is one of the video of one of her songs, “Saving All My Love for You.”

The Devil Went Down to… Florida?

Here is my parody of the Charlie Daniels Band’s “The Devil Went Down to Georgia,” just in time for the 2012 election.

The Devil went down to Florida, he was lookin’ for some votes to steal
He was in a bind, ’cause he’s lost his mind
And was willing to make a deal
Then he came across this young man
Saw him at the pole booth and makin’ it right
Then the Devil jumped upon the fifty-foot humps and said “Boy, let me tell you what.
I guess you didn’t know this, but I’m a votin’ maven too
But, kid, I fear this ‘lection here might get the best of you
Now you done been eatin’ your Skittles, boy, but give the Devil his due
I’d bet 180 votes against your pol ’cause I think mine’s better for you.”
Johnny said, “I am a liberal, and it might be a sin
But you shall regret the biggest one yet, ’cause my candidate’s gonna win”

John Q. Voter rocked the poles and fought this battle hard
Cause hell’s broke loose in Florida and our country’s got some heart
And if we win, you’ll get this precious country full of gold
And if we lose, you’re gonna get Rick-Rolled!

The devil looked him up his face and said, “Let’s start this show.”
As fire in his eyelids had quickly started to grow
Then the devil grew an evil look whenever he got pissed
And a band of daemons joined in and it sounded something like this

When the Devil finished, Johnny said, “Well, you’re pretty good, ol’ son.
Now get from behind them poles right there, I’mma show you how it’s done”
Fire on the Mountain off Route 1
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
Sittin’ in the kitchen, countin’ out votes
Granny, can you dog drive? No, child, no

The Devil finally would cave in and take his big defeat
When he’d realized his candidate already had been beat
Johnny said, “Devil, just come on back if you ever want to try again
Or then just give up, you son of a bitch, ’cause the best’ll forever win.”

He played: Fire on the Mountain off Route 1
The Devil’s in the house of the rising sun
Sittin’ in the kitchen, countin’ out votes
Granny, can your dog drive? No, child, no

Scary Logos Review

Some of us are afraid of something to a certain extent, and that’s understandable. But afraid of a logo? Hey, it can happen.  All y’all have watched the ending credits of your favorite shows, and this showed up. And by “this”, I mean the producing company’s logo. Some of them, I must warn you, are downright scary. I am going to review my reaction to the company’s logos below.

Screen Gems — “S from Hell” (1965):  Before the “S from Hell” logo was introduced in 1965, Screen Gems adopted the “Dancing Sticks” endcap from 1962 to 1965.  The two dark parallelograms zoom in from opposite ends of the screen to circle around a dot, forming an S on a bright yellow background. The music alone earned the company’s logo the name “S from Hell.”  A variation of the music can also be heard on Columbia Pictures Television’s endcap via the CPT pretzel.

Viacom — “V of Doom” (1980s): It starts with a light lavender background as a giant V zooms in conquering the entire television screen. There are three different versions  of that logo, with the same ending result. They might as well call it “Viacocalypse.” But — oh, happy day — our good friends at Viacom toned down the scariness when they changed their endcaps in the late 1980s.

Paramount — “Closet Killer” (1969):  AAUGH!!!!! N-n-n-not the “Closet Killer”! The name says it all. To quote the great Antoine Dodson, “Y’all need to hide yo’ wife, hide yo’ kids, and hide yo’ husband.” And as for the logo, well… I just shitted my pants.

DIC — Kid in Bed (1988):  *shudders* Now  that’s creepy! DIC (pronounced “DEEK”), also known as Diffusion Information Communication, was founded in 1971. In 1987, DIC used the “Kid in Bed” logo when the shooting star forms the tittle of the “I”. One stops to wonder, who is saying “DIC”?

VID-TV (Russia, 1990): If the music wasn’t scary enough, leave it to the mask to make it even scarier!

Fabio on Weather

Seriously, you can’t make this stuff up.

After challenging the old Old Spice Guy, Mustafa, to a duel, Fabio landed on KOIN-TV Portland, Oregon as a meteorologist. To answer one anchor’s question of is there anything Fabio can’t do: no.  I ain’t ever seen Mustafa (that’s the old Old Spice guy) do that.

Amy Winehouse (1983-2011)

Amy Winehouse has been found dead Saturday afternoon at 3:54 p.m. London time at just 27 years old. Though her cause of death is yet to be determined, she struggled part of her to stay sober, including saying “no, no, no” to rehab.

With her untimely death at age 27, she joins the “27 Club” with the likes of Jim Morrison (1970), Janis Joplin (1970) , Jimi Hendrix (1971), and Kurt Cobain (1994) who also died at age 27.