My kids are all home at the same time so I’m taking the opportunity to step out of BeckyLand for awhile and play with them. But while I’m staycationing, I thought I’d take the opportunity to share my very funny writer friends with you.
Here’s another one from Mike Sigalas.
Mike taught writing for a decade at a number of colleges and universities, including the University of South Carolina, the Citadel Military College, Orangeburg-Calhoun College, and others. He holds degrees from the University of South Carolina and California State University, Chico.
His other jobs included working as a blood bank distribution specialist, college-town rock singer, newspaper and magazine editor, Disneyland Jungle Cruise skipper, and surf-band roadie.
He is the author of Moon Handbooks to South Carolina, North Carolina, Coastal Carolinas, and Charleston & Savannah, and co-author of Moon Handbooks Smoky Mountains.
My Kind of Music by Mike Sigalas
Music is a sore spot with me right now–I subscribed to one of those satellite radio networks only to find out that their vaunted “Acapella Mime” station is basically a gyp. (Apparently, half the time, the performers aren’t even real mimes, just chronically reticent Frenchmen.)
Even worse: another full quarter of the station’s programming has been subcontracted out to other mimes in places like Japan. So here I am, thinking I’m listening to professional French mimes, when actually, I’m paying to listen to Japanese mimes. And I can’t even speak Japanese! Granted, for an additional charge, the network provides English dubbing, but the poor syncing distracts more than it helps.
(Not to disparage the Japanese. Those fellows have suffered so much over the years, what with Godzilla, Mothra, Ghidira, and so on. God bless ’em, I say.)
Weren’t we talking about music?
Poorly-dubbed mimery aside, musically I’m your average guy…I’ll immediately perk up my ears, pick up, purchase, and/or illegally download anything featuring flutes or fifes, and perhaps piccolos–but only if played with the traditional British fingering. (And really, isn’t EVERYTHING better with the traditional British fingering?)
Other than that…I’m a sucker for anything by artists named Brian. Excepting the later, drug-fueled work of Brian “Itsy-Bitsy-Teeny-Polka-Dot Bikini” Hyland–but I’m sure everybody will back me up on that. Also, as part of the Hee-Haw Generation, I automatically dig the music of any band whose name ends with the words, “Mountain Boys.” Blue Ridge Mountain Boys, Smoky Mountain Boys…I don’t care if it’s Da Compton Mountain Boyz….just hand me my cloggin’ shoes and I’m a-ready.