I’m Amanda. I’ve got wide eyes, a smart mouth, and a MetroCard. And I’m not afraid to use them.
“Empire State of Mind” has become this ubiquitous tune I hear everywhere. It’s all over the radio, being sung in subway cars, implanting itself in my brain.
Normally, I’d burn out, but I’m still digging it. Alicia Keys has her own version, which I got to hear live when I went to a Late Show with David Letterman taping.
It was wow.
A Christmas song for people who don’t care about Christmas songs:
When I heard R. Kelly’s new album features a song called “Be My Number 2,” I shrieked with glee.
“Tell me he’s serenading his turds,” I thought. “‘Cause I could be all over that shit.”
This isn’t breaking news or anything, but R. Kelly is out of his damn mind.
And I can’t get enough.
It started with “Trapped In The Closet.” Then I was obsessed with “I’m A Flirt.” When I was feeling low, I’d think of the video with Kels rocking those diamond-encrusted sunglasses that make him look like a mosquito.
Now there’s another R. Kelly song that’s so bad it’s good. “Pregnant” is ridiculously sexist with lyrical gems, like, “Never felt nothing like this. She’s more than a mistress, enough to handle my business. Now put that girl in my kitchen.”
For reals!
I thought about going to yoga today, but then I watched a video clip from the late 90’s children’s TV show E-i E-i Yoga. My abs got a sufficient laughter workout, so I think I might just stay in happy baby pose and watch a dvd.
Whether you’ve ever practiced yoga or not, you have to witness this remarkably awkward video.
Some background: Yogi Oki Doki teaches yoga to kids on a farm while wearing jeans. His sidekicks include a Jamaican rooster named Rasta and HowNow the MooCow. They’re all concerned about breathing.
I love “Empire State of Mind” from Jay-Z’s newest album. Check out Alicia Keys playing piano in the middle of Times Square and awkwardly dancing with Jay-Z on the TKTS stairs.
Without further ado, I present my second video post.
I may have to take this down later and start charging for lessons.
I’ve always respected teachers.
After my rocky, short-lived stint as a teacher in NYC, I have even more respect for those who stick with it.
And I have the utmost respect for teachers who love what they do and make a real difference. Teachers like Mr. B, the music teacher and chorus director at P.S. 22 in Staten Island.
In case you forgot why the Internet is amazing, I’d like to share “Birds on the Wires.” The video and music are by Jarbas Agnelli.
Birds on the Wires from Jarbas Agnelli on Vimeo.
This is some vintage Sesame Street from the 1970’s. NYC was rough then, man. Look at Kermit. Guy’s about to take Pelham One Two Three.
We can only assume Cookie Monster was driving a taxi and going psychotic somewhere aboveground.
