if anybody is up for more cowbell it’s me. i am always heavy on the cowbell. always.
walking to the pitch and putt one day ages ago now, i was hammering on the cowbell. or for you peeps not familiar with SNL, busting out hard on the lyrics to the blue oyster cult’s (don’t fear) the reaper.
i am super bad with lyrics.
for example when i bust out the lyrics to steely dan’s reelin in the years, i sing a variety of lyrics not in the real song.
are you reelin in the knees
stowing away the tide
are you gathering up the tees
have you had enough wine
these may sound like the correct lyrics when i sing them, but they are not.
i also have a tendency – adam just LOVES this one – to sing only one part of whatever song i’m singing that day, hour, minute, second. whether a line, a whole verse a chorus, i give it all i’ve got every time and i sing it over and over and over…..
on this particular day i was givin’er super hard.
DON’T FEAR THE REAPER, REAPER IS A CREEPER, CREEPER FEARS THE REAPER, REAPER IS A GREEPER, GREEPER EATS THE REAPER.
did i mention if i can’t remember the words and haven’t already insisted they are what i’m singing and not what the artist wrote, i will simply make up my own?
DON’T FEAR THE REAPER,REAPER IS A CREEPER,CREEPER FEARS THE REAPER, REAPER IS A GREEPER, GREEPER EATS THE REAPER.
this went on and on in any and every variation you can think of for the entire round. to my surprise adam was laughing (with me) and totally got down with it and before we knew it EVERYTHING was a ‘greeper’, people, wild life, other stuff, they were all greepin’ around the course. greepin’ us out. doing greepy things. bloody greepers. we got home and to our utter dismay discovered that GUS IS A GREEPER. although a very cute little baby greeper. but still a greeper none the less.
sounded like a good name for my website to me.
