TOMORROW'S THE BIG DAY!! Plus... a Christmas Song Expose

Hey guys,

Well, tomorrow's the big day, and I can't wait. We have a couple of great surprises for you, and Reggie See, Jon Fritz Lagua and a few of their sensitive fellows are going to open up the night.

By show time tomorrow, them Jersey roads should be clear, so dress warmly. I suggest wearing cocoa mitts. It's really just two giant muggs of hot chocolate that you dip your hands in. It sounds weird... but your hands stay really toasty... and scalded. Hope to see you tomorrow!




December 20, 2008
PJ's Coffee
5PM - 9PM
Show starts 5:30!
315 Raritan Ave
Highland Park, NJ‎
(732) 828-2323‎
$5

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Since I haven't blogged in a while, I thought it might also be worth posting a little bit of an expose on a classic holiday song that's well... not so sensitive... let's go for it :).

Baby, It's Cold Outside
I simply can't stay (But baby it's cold outside)...

And so starts a light hearted jazz standard, that has enthralled the hearts of millions, including mine. But let's put this in perspective. Here is a lady trying to get home after a nice date, and the guy in the song is trying to get her to stay... in his residence... to drink and smoke.

This is typical game ladies, so watch out! If you're ever in the 1940s in the Winter and being romanced by a gent, he'll try several approaches to keep you at his Art Deco inspired flat. He'll appeal to your rational side by talking about how cold it is as well as your inquisitive side with references to pneumnoia. AND THEN he'll try to seal the deal with compliments on the magnificence that is your body. SG Archetype John Mayer (pre Heavier Things) was right... your body IS a wonderland, and with the weather, he's trying to make it a Winter one. Keep it snow angely though.

Now the naysayer may say nay by noting that the male is clearly just trying to keep her safe... but let's look at some key phrases, starting with the prechoruses:


My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to the fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Beautiful, please don't hurry
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My sister will be suspicious - Man, your lips look so delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Gosh your lips look delicious

Here is the woman clearly stating that her family will be concerned... and here's the guy with only one thing on his mind. As a guy--more importantly, an SG-- I can openly say that he's thinking with the wrong head ladies...

I'm sure the mother's already dialed 9-1 , her father's pacing the floor with a shotgun, the brother's at the door with a sniper rifle, the sister's donned brass knuckles, and the maiden aunt is using telekenesis to send mind bullets.

Let's be real... her family probably looks like this:



But he doesn't care... apparently he's spiking her lime rickey:

The neighbors might think - Baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - No cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell

Other than I Saw Mommy Kissing Santa Claus, this has got to be amongst the most non-SG songs for the holidays. If this man were truly an SG the lyrics would have gone like this:

I really can't stay - Yes darling (never baby--she's a woman. Not a child) it's cold outside.
I've got to go away - Ok let me grab your coat and I'll warm up the Cadillac Fleetwood
This evening has been - So very nice
So very nice - Wow I love how it's like we can finish eachother's sentences...

And thus ends my rant. Just to clarify... I'm completely kidding, and I actually love this song. I think it's clever, flirty, and lyrically genius. I do stand by the thought that this guy is laying the game on so thick you could stock a toy store aisle with the woo he flings, but let's be real-- this is the 1940's... he was probably getting her to stay for a night of hand holding.


At least I'd like to hope.


Here's a great video of the song:



And that's it from me... til tomorrow!

Stay Sensitive,

JL

Thanksgiving- A Celebration of Sensitivity and Cranberry Sauce

Hey All--

So I meant to put up a post over the holiday season, but well, Thanksgiving is not a time to be hunched over a keyboard in front of a screen that glows like the smile of your first love in those moments after your lips first touch hers.

No, this is a time for family, a lot of good food (as you can see in the picture above), and if you believe in magic, pets that cook phenomenally well. My dog kills it on the grill. I actually took a picture:


But enough kidding aside, I just wanted to give you guys a Top 5 of certain things I'm thankful for:

• 1. Barry Manilow: Other than Dick Clark, no one represents Americana more than this man--which is why it was fitting that he sang the theme for Dick Clark's American Bandstand. The man's voice is dipped in gold with the epicness of whale song, and he continues to spread that magic on decade specific compilations. His newest one, Songs of the 80s, is out now. On it, he covers a great song about how he's never gonna give, never gonna give, give you up.
• 2. Speaking of which, did you watch Rick Astley do his thing during the Parade? I'm thankful this song continues its never ending rise to the top.
• 3. Cranberry Sauce: Here at SGWG, we know that sometimes, the most important parts of anything are often the unsung elements. In the Thanksgiving world, nothing unsings more than cranberry sauce--a delicious gel that is so often overlooked that when we take it out of the can, we never bother to gussy it up (in my household, it often still has the ribbings from the can from whence it came). Well that changes today Cranberry Sauce... consider yourself sung today. You're sweet and amazing, and an amazing foil to the succuluence brought to the table by the turkey that was brought to the table. And don't worry... even though the turkey may be the V8 HEMI that gets everyone running to the table, I know that you're the oil that makes it possible to do what it does. You're the Cyranno of the table, and while some may not know where those dulcet tones come from, don't worry CS. I know. You're an SG.
• 4. Pictionary: True story. When my family or friends get together, more often then not, we play Pictionary. But we play what I'd like to call with Argentinian Sheep Shank No Holds Rules... I don't know why its Argentinian, and why a sheep shank is involved, but essentially only 2 teams are made, and it's all play all the time, with the artists on both sides drawing whatever the hardest thing on the card is. Nothing makes me happier than screaming "Jackal! It's a Jackal!" over and over or not knowing how to draw the word "compare" so you try drawing the scene in Con Air where the plane lands on the Hard Rock Cafe Hotel because Con Air kind of sounds like compare (I swear to you this is a true story).
• 5. Family and Friends: In all seriousness though, I'm very thankful for all my family and friends. We here at SGWG would also like to thank the readers and the folks that are thinking of coming out to the shows.

That's it from me kids. Til next time... Stay Sensitive.

JL