Songs I Love in 88 Words or Less: "Oh My My"

"Oh My My," Ringo Starr

When you're a kid, Ringo's your Beatle. The name! The nose! The rings! Octopi and submarines!

When you're a kid, you also have questionable taste. I ate pats of butter and pink Betty Crocker icing by the spoonful. I liked Shaun Cassidy. I also loved this song, so I wasn't prepared for how freaking good it actually is when my 7-year-old self recently nudged me to listen in…

Billy Preston pounding on the keys like he's riding a unicorn with a rainbow mane. Ringo and the other drummer (they needed 2!), dancing bears doing the cha cha on the moon. And the saxophone, notes shooting out of my ears and riding the up elevator like a band of angels headed home...

Wordless Wednesday: Who's Your Daddy?

...I have no idea, but I'm pretty sure it's not Pedro Martinez. Sorry, Beantown sports fans, to bring up such an uncomfortable Yankees/BoSox reference, but well, I truly dunno who this pee-wee is. This photo was one of several I found scattered on the sidewalk in D.C. a couple weeks ago, so baby, you have indeed come a long way.



P.S. Elyse, who was with me when we found the photos, thinks it would be cool if someone who knows someone who knows someone who knows this little one will see this blog. But by then, maybe he or she will be old enough to leave a comment. And--I'm dreaming big now--will know who Ognir Rrats is.