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Charity Music Draft - Theme 4 (1 Viewer)

do we have a draft order on this one yet since i am stuck in my basement in quarantine i am ready for this or literally anything else to happen lol take that to the bank brohans

 
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Nope.  No draft order.  This theme is a one pick a day any time after 12:00 noon ET.  We'll make two picks on Wednesday to get to four rounds. 

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Anyone is welcome to join whether you put your name in the hat earlier or not.  Just make your picks in the thread and you'll be added to the draft sheet.

 
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Dr. Octopus said:
I’m sitting this one out as well. It’s a tough holiday season for me already - toughest Christmas I’ve ever had. Hope the rest enjoy it though.

Happy Holidays.
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I'm sorry to hear, DO.  I hope everything is ok.  As I mentioned earlier, you could mentally adjust this theme to "songs that created memories for me and my loved ones" for the same result.

 
cranks and krista and anyone else who helped thanks for doing this and all your work much obliged take that to the bank brochachos

 
Captain Cranks said:
I'm sorry to hear, DO.  I hope everything is ok.  As I mentioned earlier, you could mentally adjust this theme to "songs that created memories for me and my loved ones" for the same result.
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I have nothing against the format, generally- we already did a full draft with that theme a few years ago - it’s just not going to work for me at this time. Thanks for running things overall.

 
I’ll break the seal. 
 

1.YM - Shine On You Crazy Diamond - Pink Floyd

Remember when you were young, you shone like the sun
Shine on you crazy diamond

…….

Come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger, you legend, you martyr, and shine

Live your life, and do it loud. 
 

Bonus points for the planetarium laser light show we can put on for my stoner friends at the end of the service. 
 

 
I took the theme pretty literally in narrowing down my selections to 4.  I even asked a few folks what artist or song they would think of in this scenario as research :lol:  .

If my high school and college friends were asked what music reminded them the most of me it would probably be something by U2. I was fairly fanatical about them from 1983-1991. 

My wife and I fell in love on our first road trip together in college.  The Joshua Tree was released in the spring of '87 and was our soundtrack on that 24 hour round trip drive from Walla Walla, WA to Desert Hot Springs, CA over spring break that year.  This was our favorite---still is.

U2 - With or Without You

 
I did some drugs in my college days; enough to where if I hadn't waited until my junior year to start them, I'd have flunked out. After graduation, my roommate and I decided we would showcase our newly minted degrees by waiting tables at the Jersey shore. The plan was to work in Jersey for the summer before packing up and moving to California. A couple of weeks before our big move, I realized I needed to clean myself up. I bailed on plans to move to California and instead moved back in with my parents so I could find a legitimate job. 

Within a month I landed my first job at the corporate offices of a nursing home company. On my first day, Greg, a tall, relaxed black dude in his mid 20s was asked to show me around the office. For some reason I felt it would be appropriate (and safe) to ask Greg, whom I'd just met, if the company did random drug testing. He laughed. That was the start of our friendship.

Greg always looked out for me, inviting me to hang out with him and his fiance and even introduced me to his parents. Our lunch routine was to drive to the mall in his Mazda Millenia where he'd play the latest rap album he bought. On one occasion, he turned the music off, turned to me and said, "Cranks, I thank God for putting you in my life." I don't know why he felt that way. I was too stupid and naive to ask, but it was a powerful moment nonetheless. Greg would end up being the only black friend I've ever had.

Unfortunately, we don't talk much anymore, but occasionally he'll hit me up on LinkedIn to ask if my company does random drug testing.  

This was one of our favorite tracks from the lunch rides:  Black Rob, Whoa!

 
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with my first pick i select a song that has a line that has always hit me about how when i get where im going i will walk with my granddaddy and match him step for step and tell him how i missed him every second since he left and then i will hug his neck because i grew up just sitting in school and wishing i could be up north at our family cabin fishin with my grandpa and i would give anything to feel that joy and anticipation again and to see old hc one more time so here is my pick 

brad paisley and dolly parton when i get where im going

i know my posts are easy to skip but maybe give this one a a listen take that to the bank brohans 

 
I'm an organ donor, and if my parts are still acceptable when I pass on, I want others to have them. I want to be cremated, no funeral, but a celebrate of life is ok.

Round 1

Please Don't Bury Me - John Prine

Please don't bury me
Down in that cold cold ground
No, I'm gonna have em' cut me up
And pass me all around
Throw my brain in a hurricane
And the blind can have my eyes
And the deaf can take both of my ears
If they don't mind the size

 
The Dreaded Marco said:
 I even asked a few folks what artist or song they would think of in this scenario as research :lol:  .
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I did, too!  :lol:   Thought I knew what they'd say, and I wasn't wrong.

I'm having trouble with the notion of voting on this one, though.  It doesn't seem like the correct approach to vote merely on the songs I like the best, but I also don't know anyone here well enough (or at all) to vote based on whether they hit the theme.  Guess I'll just go on what stories people post...?  Or maybe I won't vote this time.

 
Captain Cranks said:
I did some drugs in my college days; enough to where if I hadn't waited until my junior year to start them, I'd have flunked out. After graduation, my roommate and I decided we would showcase our newly minted degrees by waiting tables at the Jersey shore. The plan was to work in Jersey for the summer before packing up and moving to California. A couple of weeks before our big move, I realized I needed to clean myself up. I bailed on plans to move to California and instead moved back in with my parents so I could find a legitimate job. 

Within a month I landed my first job at the corporate offices of a nursing home company. On my first day, Greg, a tall, relaxed black dude in his mid 20s was asked to show me around the office. For some reason I felt it would be appropriate (and safe) to ask Greg, whom I'd just met, if the company did random drug testing. He laughed. That was the start of our friendship.

Greg always looked out for me, inviting me to hang out with him and his fiance and even introduced me to his parents. Our lunch routine was to drive to the mall in his Mazda Millenia where he'd play the latest rap album he bought. On one occasion, he turned the music off, turned to me and said, "Cranks, I thank God for putting you in my life." I don't know why he felt that way. I was too stupid and naive to ask, but it was a powerful moment nonetheless. Greg would end up being the only black friend I've ever had.

Unfortunately, we don't talk much anymore, but occasionally he'll hit me up on LinkedIn to ask if my company does random drug testing.  

This was one of our favorite tracks from the lunch rides:  Black Rob, Whoa!
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Love the story.  One of mine is also a song from lunch rides with a friend!

 
Another Floyd song goin off the board.....a song about living life to the fullest, and not just working yourself into the ground.

Pink Floyd Breathe

 
It seems like I'm looking at this differently than a lot of people.  My songs aren't going to have meaningful lyrics about living or dying or anything else.  In fact, at least three of four will have lyrics that I don't associate with my life at all.  They're simply the songs my close friends and/or family associate with me based on experiences at a particular time in my life.  :shrug:  I don't expect to receive any votes.  :lol:  

The first song that popped into my mind was this one, which I danced to all the time in college (and beyond).  All the damn time.  I danced to it in my dorm room, the clubs, or elsewhere so much that to this day, once a year or so someone will reach out to tell me they heard this song and thought of me.  What a legacy.  :bag:  

Erasure - A Little Respect

 
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If I have a funeral and there is music at it, everyone who knows me well knows to include some Neil. So:

Round 1:

Don't Let It Bring You Down -- Neil Young

It's the highest-ranking song on my Neil countdown (#13) that seems appropriate for a funeral. While the lyrics are pretty abstract, as is the case with many of his songs, the title conveys a message I'd like to impart to everyone I leave behind. 

If they have my sense of humor in mind, they might play the live version from CSNY's Four Way Street, with intro intact.

Here's a new song that's guaranteed to bring you right down.
It's called Don't Let It Bring You Down.
It sort of starts off real slow and then fizzles out altogether. 

 
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krista4 said:
It seems like I'm looking at this differently than a lot of people.  My songs aren't going to have meaningful lyrics about living or dying or anything else.  In fact, at least three of four will have lyrics that I don't associate with my life at all.  They're simply the songs my close friends and/or family associate with me based on experiences at a particular time in my life.  :shrug:  I don't expect to receive any votes.  :lol:  

The first song that popped into my mind was this one, which I danced to all the time in college (and beyond).  All the damn time.  I danced to it in my dorm room, the clubs, or elsewhere so much that to this day, once a year or so someone will reach out to tell me they heard this song and thought of me.  What a legacy.  :bag:  

Erasure - A Little Respect
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Keep it up and you'll get my vote.  You're hitting the nail on the head with this angle.  In my opinion, this theme is about story telling and memories rather than songs that others might relate to or like.  At least that's how I'll be drafting and voting.  

 
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Captain Cranks said:
In my opinion, this theme is about story telling and memories rather than songs that others might relate to it like.  
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It seems like The Dreaded Marco is going down this same route with us as well.  Like all the themes, it's interesting to see the different interpretations.

 
I guess I'm weird.  My theme is Intergalactic Kegger.  The Squibbles are invited, as are all that wish to party!  But first, we have to arrive at the venue.

Fanfare and Entry of the Nobles  (El Cid)  -  Miklós Rózsa

Mr R actually wanted this played at our wedding.  I reckon that's why I married him.  He's different.  Miklós Rózsa is one of our favorite compsers, and Mr R is pompous with his music.

 
krista4 said:
It seems like I'm looking at this differently than a lot of people.  My songs aren't going to have meaningful lyrics about living or dying or anything else.  In fact, at least three of four will have lyrics that I don't associate with my life at all.  They're simply the songs my close friends and/or family associate with me based on experiences at a particular time in my life.  :shrug:  I don't expect to receive any votes.  :lol:  
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This is my approach as well. 

 
Mrs. Rannous said:
I guess I'm weird.  My theme is Intergalactic Kegger.  The Squibbles are invited, as are all that wish to party!  But first, we have to arrive at the venue.

Fanfare and Entry of the Nobles  (El Cid)  -  Miklós Rózsa

Mr R actually wanted this played at our wedding.  I reckon that's why I married him.  He's different.  Miklós Rózsa is one of our favorite compsers, and Mr R is pompous with his music.
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♾️⚠️♻️ just teletyped me to say the Squibbles gleefully accept!  I reminded ♾️⚠️♻️ that this would be your funeral, and received another teletype asking that I delete the word "gleefully" as well as the exclamation point.

 
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krista4 said:
♾️⚠️♻️ just teletyped me a message to say the Squibbles gleefully accept!  I reminded ♾️⚠️♻️ that this would be your funeral, and received another teletype asking that I delete the word "gleefully" as well as the exclamation point.
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If they wish to be gleeful, let them.  And I like exclamation points!

 
1.ee - The Beach Boys - Wouldn't It Be Nice

It's chalk for a music nerd to take something off of Pet Sounds.  It's a wonderful song that straddles the line between happy and sad.  Although the lyrics are sung from the perspective of a very young person, there's a yearning in the verses that also makes it appropriate for someone at the other end of a life.

"Wouldn't It Be Nice" also has a bridge to die for if you aren't already dead.

 
krista4 said:
♾️⚠️♻️ just teletyped me to say the Squibbles gleefully accept!  I reminded ♾️⚠️♻️ that this would be your funeral, and received another teletype asking that I delete the word "gleefully" as well as the exclamation point.
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They learned what funerals are before their translator was mistakenly teleported back to his home planet?

 
Eephus said:
1.ee - The Beach Boys - Wouldn't It Be Nice

It's chalk for a music nerd to take something off of Pet Sounds.  It's a wonderful song that straddles the line between happy and sad.  Although the lyrics are sung from the perspective of a very young person, there's a yearning in the verses that also makes it appropriate for someone at the other end of a life.

"Wouldn't It Be Nice" also has a bridge to die for if you aren't already dead.
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Your Christmas theme got my 2nd place vote. I like the application of this song here, and wholly agree with your thinking about what a wonderful song it is. But, I just took it in the last draft for my pop song. It's unlike you to be unoriginal. Just an observation. Great taste, but I think I have to dock you a point. :)

 
Pip's Invitation said:
I’m not questioning the Squibbles. I’m questioning your interpretation of the Squibbles. 😂
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You could be right.  I was so entranced by the Squibbles that I wanted to enroll in an immersive Squib language course, but the only one I could find was Xhosa/Squib.  Apparently inhabitants of the neighboring planet Tinktinktinktinktink were stuck by a snowstorm in the Denver airport with Desmond Tutu once and learned Xhosa there, and then taught it to their neighboring allies the Squibbles.  So I've been learning Xhosa and then translating messages from English to Xhosa and then to Squib, or the reverse.  It's possible I've made a mistake along the way.  It's quite exhausting, really.

 
krista4 said:
You could be right.  I was so entranced by the Squibbles that I wanted to enroll in an immersive Squib language course, but the only one I could find was Xhosa/Squib.  Apparently inhabitants of the neighboring planet Tinktinktinktinktink were stuck by a snowstorm in the Denver airport with Desmond Tutu once and learned Xhosa there, and then taught it to their neighboring allies the Squibbles.  So I've been learning Xhosa and then translating messages from English to Xhosa and then to Squib, or the reverse.  It's possible I've made a mistake along the way.  It's quite exhausting, really.
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Sounds like a lot of effort. Rosetta Stone doesn’t have any products that could help with this?

 
Chaos Commish said:
Your Christmas theme got my 2nd place vote. I like the application of this song here, and wholly agree with your thinking about what a wonderful song it is. But, I just took it in the last draft for my pop song. It's unlike you to be unoriginal. Just an observation. Great taste, but I think I have to dock you a point. :)
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Well I could revert to my original idea of drafting four different versions of Auld Lang Syne :shrug:

 
It's the summer of 1969. I'm 7. I'm the youngest of 6 and a little over weight. We've spent 3 consecutive summers in Arcata, California. Home was a scorching hot desert town, so these vacations were incredible escapes from the heat. From a barren burning wasteland to the lush coastal redwood forests. This story is my most vivid memory from those wonderful summers.

My brother (17 and the oldest) read an ad for an open family track meet at the HS in Eureka being held on Friday the 4th of July with bbq and fireworks to follow. As a junior in HS bro was the fastest timed white boy in the state at 100 yards. His record for kicks returned for TDs lasted almost 30 years. in HS my dad was the Nevada state 880 champion. Both my mom's brothers were storied running backs from Newark NJ before WW2. My two oldest sisters were tennis players and cheerleaders. The two youngest were the fastest girls in their classes and the very youngest later beat all the boys in the 8th grade. It's genetic with us, but I was chubby.   

Trying to keep this short. Of course we went. The races were scheduled girls before boys, longer before shorter. The oldest sister started things off easily winning the 440. The PA guy announced the winner as "Patricia Chaos from... er... Ridgecrest California. I don't know where that is." Sis said one race was enough for her. Big bro won the 440, 220, and 100. He had one good competitor finish 2nd every time. Local track star. They became friends for the rest of the summer. Sis #2 won the mile pretty much loping along with the leader then letting the genes kick in for the finish. She too was done. By now the PA announcer was doing comedy about the Chaoses from some non-existent place. Sis 3 won the 100 also opting out of other distances. But the youngest sis, the deer sis, she won the 440, 220, and 100 like big bro, but also wanted to race the boys immediately following her 100. Those hippies said no.    

My age group (boys under 8 ) was up. I told my mom I didn't want to run. Truth is I was scared and I was chubby and plenty of kids back home could beat me in a race. I didn't want to be the only loser. Let the family down. Tarnish our reputation. it can suck being the youngest, always being sushed, left out, overlooked, alone in a crowd, earliest bed time, chubby an associated nickname. They ran the 440 and I didn't. My brother laughed and said I could beat them. My dad asked me to try the 220. They ran the 220 and I didn't. My brother put his hands on my shoulders, looked me straight in the eyes and told me I could beat them. I told him I could never beat that tall long-legged 8 year old. I was 7 and chubby. 

My dad gave me a little speech. Part Teddy Roosevelt and part Coach Wooden. My mom protested him pressuring me. I was her chubby little youngest after all. Momma's boy. Spoiled and chubby. Dad said something that convinced me to go embarrass myself in the 100. With his hand on my back he nudged me to the registration table. The guy taking names and giving numbers said, "Omg, not another one." Then he looked at my chubby ### and seemed disappointed. I understood. What my dad said that got me on the track is something I've said to others 100s of times in this life: "The universe respects anyone willing to try their best."

He whispered something else in my ear just before starter guy said on your marks...

1.xx Run Like Hell - Pink Floyd

Get set, bang. If you go to the 5 minute mark of the song, you'll see what I did when I heard the gun. 60 some pounds of baby fat, anxiety, fear and hate exploded down the track. Out the corner of my eye long legged 8 year old was pulling away. Behind me my dad yelling go go go. At the finish line my bro screaming run run run (like the song). It's genetic. I ran like I had a 40 knot tailwind and a pack of pit bulls behind me. I smoked dem fools. It wasn't close. :)

It was an awesome 4th. Half the community embraced us outsiders. Good music, good food, new friends and we played smear the queer under the fireworks. Our day on the track also made the local papers. 

 
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