NaBloPoMo: Old TV Show Theme Songs.

Earlier today I went in search of a live recording I’d made at a Mountain Goats show back in 2005. It was a Halloween show. It was at The Knitting Factory. And it was amazing.

And I recorded the entire thing.

But that’s not what this post is about.

I’ve gone through a few computers since 2005. We’ve had a few desktops, backup hard drives—the list goes on and one. I wasn’t really sure where this recording might be. Toby Joe searched our vast MP3 server. Nothing. I looked on my old computer. Still nothing. Finally, I found a bunch of old CDs I’d burned when I left my previous job, the job I had when we attended that show.

The good news is: I found the recording. The even GOODER news is? I also found a folder full of old TV show themes. And I simply must share a few. (Also: if someone can tell me why I have these? That’d be awesome.)

See how quickly you can guess them all.

  1. I can’t remember, who shot him?
  2. If This song were a human being, it might be a child molester. (Shudder)
  3. I had NO IDEA what this one was from. But the husband got it on the very first note.
  4. Remember the sexual tension on this show? I was 10 and I felt it.
  5. I was four when this one aired for the first time. FOUR.
  6. Remember Balki and his strange “Greek” accent? Also, that weird tuft of hair that always flipped around his forehead?
  7. And (last and probably least): thank you for being a friend.

Just think: in 30 years from now, someone is going to be blogging (from their flying car—FINALLY!) about how lame the theme song for “CSI Miami” was.

Oh, wait. That’s an actual song.

I just had a thought: Are songs written specifically for TV shows anymore? Or do shows just adopt existing songs as their opening themes?

NaBloPoMo: Big Intentions

How many times does a blogger need to start and then give up on a post a few sentences in before giving up on blogging altogether? Because everything I’ve written (or have tried to write) for almost a year just seems completely blah. I’ve been asking myself the same thing for many months now: Is the end nigh? Or do I need to try something like NaBloPoMo again? Is it just that I lack ambition?

And so here it goes: day one of NaBloPoMo. And look! I’m already setting myself up for failure. But I keep thinking about the first time I participated in NaBloPoMo and how forcing myself to write every day ended up being all sorts of awesome. And I seem to remember some pretty memorable posts/comments being born because of it. Like Desperate Measures, where I used something (not so babylike) to try and soothe my son to sleep. Then there was the entire “Birth of Emory” series.

And last but so not least, there was a post called My Sack Of Cells, which is just so difficult for me to read today given everything that happened over the last two years.

Excerpt from that post:

“Over the years, many friends of mine (so many, I no longer have enough fingers to keep count) have had miscarriages. Still others spent months and months and months crying and fighting while trying to conceive. I know couples who spent nearly their entire life savings trying to have a baby. I have heard horror story after horror story. And I wish I were exaggerating, if anything, I’m holding back a little bit. But if there’s a point to be had here, it’s that I was convinced, based on what I learned from the people I know, that it would take me forever to become pregnant. And I was even more convinced based on the number of miscarriages I had heard about (seriously, dozens and dozens) that I would most likely experience at least one miscarriage.”

Ugh. Just ugh. A giant sigh.

Anyway, so, yeah. I’m going to give this a go again, my friends. And I do hope something good comes out of it. And I do hope I can jumpstart whatever part of my brain is needed to compose and actually “print” a post.

So, here goes nothing.