Thursday, April 22, 2010

Banana Obama and Baby Boomers

When I told my friend i wanted to embark on a new career as a comic, she said "are you serious?" (When you start something new at your age...your age is not something you wanna advertise--fifty is the new forty-nine, whatever...)

So i saw this special on baby boomers, how they don't want to get old...they were a bunch of old hippies. I don't mind being called a hippy (imagine the sound of inhaling), but don't call me old! I wasn't even at Woodstock. I wasn't even born yet. Woodstock to me is that yellow bird that lands on Snoopy's head. (I'm more familiar with chicken stock - a shout out to my Jewish friends...woo hoo, chicken stock! screw Woodstock!)

But I did wanna be a folk singer. You can make anything sound folk! Pluck a mandolin and sing along, "My banana has a name/ it's oscar meyer/ he doesn't trip no one/ no one slips on oscar meyer/ he's an enlightened banana/ and a political hero/ banana obama...hey hey

5 comments:

Angel-Star said...

just thought comic relief was in order.

Ralph said...

Oh dear I was around and I was a hippie and I do so remember woodstock, well little bits of it, the clarinet and saxaphone were not the only things that touched my lips. You have my memory playing again, woodstock, t in the park, and where else was it?

Angel-Star said...

very funny, ralph! memories...

Sharon McPherson: AUTHOR said...

I think you should go be a folk singer or a jazz singer ... because I can see it is in your heart. Those who sing from the heart capture an audience. I'm captured already. :)

Angel-Star said...

thanks...sharon--yes you see my heart! much love to you for your sweetness and light!!!