La Llorona

I haven’t posted a parody in quite a long time. I’m sure there are many people who think it would be just fine if I never posted another parody. But life presses on, and I love making parodies, so another one has come to fruition. Besides, I could not let this opportunity for a parody pass me by.

It all started on New Years Day when Wade came over for black eyed peas. We prepare and eat black eyed peas every New Years Day for good luck (Laurie does most of the cooking). Wade and I went for a walk to Beaver point. Wade had never been to the river in Corrales, and he noticed the jetties along the riverbank. He commented that the river bank looked like Normandy with the large, jacks-shaped iron jetties along the edge of the river.

While I was explaining how the jetties were installed by the Conservancy for flood control, I pointed out a knot in one of the large cables that used to run through a line of jetties. I explained that La Llorona was the only one around here who had enough strength to tie a knot in a 1 1/4 steel cable. Wade asked “Who? I’ve never hear of La Llorona. Is she like ‘My Sharona?'” I sad no, but realized at that moment that La Llorona was a perfect parody for “My Sharona”. You may know the song by The Knack? I was surprised I hadn’t put La Llorona and “My Sharona” together before now. It’s such and obvious fit. I wrote the lyrics and recorded the parody to The Knack’s music the next day. But it took a lot of thinking before I came up with an idea for a video.

It might have been right around Epiphany that I had an epiphany to employ Lego® figurines for La Llorona and her children. I knew we still had a lot of Legos out in the infinite shed of doom, so I plunged in and found some Lego figurines that were more that happy to play the parts. I also used photos of Muertas from Albuquerque’s annual Dia de los Muertos Marigold Parade in the video.

La Llorona

Lyrics: Timothy Price
Music: The Knack
Vocals AWB

Ooo, she lost her little ones, her little ones
When she drowned them in the ditch, la Llorona!
Ooo, then she tried to run, tried to run
Turned around and killed herself, la Llorona.

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona

Come a little closer, she drown you in the ditch
Close enough to scratch your eyes, la Llorona
She is a mystery, always crying, look and see
Running down the ditch she shrieks on high, Llorona

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona (Yeah!)

When’s she going to give it up, give it up
She’s just crying all the time, la Llorona
Is it just infanticide, infanticide
Or is it murder in your mind, Llorona?

Never stops looking, gave them up, crying all the time
She can’t give them up, her wet embrace will break your spine
Cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!
C-c-c-c-c-c-c-cry, cry, cry, cry-cry, woo!

L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona
L-l-l-la Llorona

Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona
Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona
Aaaaah-oooh, la Llorona

 

Here’s some “My Sharona” trivia: “My Sharona”  was recorded in a single take in the studio and released on the album “Get The Knack” in June 1979. It sold over a half a million copies in record time for the 70s, and became the fastest Capital Record debut to reach gold since the Beatles’ “I Want to Hold Your Hand” in 1964.

The Twelfth Day of Bosque Christmas

Tomorrow is Epiphany, the 12th day of Christmas. I wrote a version of the Twelve Days of Christmas using the bosque animals that starts with the 12th day of bosque Christmas. Special guest Suzette Presti was gracious enough to do the vocals. Enjoy.

The Twelfth Day of Bosque Christmas
Lyrics by Timothy Price
Vocals: Suzette Presti
Arrangement: Timothy Price
Guitar, bass, percussion: Timothy Price

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love gave to me
Twelve coyotes crooning
Eleven flickers flitting
Ten finches feeding
Nine seagulls sailing
Eight badgers burrowing
Seven cats a purring
Six crows a cawing
Five beaver slaps
Four geese honking
Three cranes in flight
Two owls to hoot and
A pterodactyl in the Tangle-Heart Tree.

Extended Version: Red Cape on the Edge of the Salton Sea

Here’s an audio only, extended version of Red Cape on the Edge of the Salton Sea, which is a collaboration between me (vocals, rhythm guitar and percussion tracks), Ron Blood (bass guitar), and Joel Lewis (lead guitar). Ron came up with a super cool bass line, but Joel is the real star of this version.

This was Joel’s first foray into remote collaboration on a song, and recording. I was on the phone with him when he recorded the lead track (Joel lives in Las Vegas, NV), and he did it in one take (I could hear him playing through his monitors as he recorded it), and then he emailed me the mix-down while we were still on the phone so I could see how the mix came out. It was really quite amazing — he improvised the entire track.

Joel and I grew up together, and we both started playing guitar when we were teenagers. Joel joined the Navy when we were in our late teens, and he was stationed in various places around the world. We had been out of touch with each other for 40 years.

Ron started playing bass at the same time that Joel and I started playing guitar. Joel and Ron had stayed in touch over the years, and Joel got the three of us together while he was in Albuquerque last year. All three of us have done vastly different things over the years, however, we kept up with music, and we all three ended up working in computers and information technology.

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Red Cape on the Edge of the Salton Sea

I have a series of photos taken in twilight at the Salton Sea that I was trying to decide how I wanted to present them. I finally decided I to write a song and create a music video with the images. I took advantage of this wet, rainy, muddy Black Friday to record the song and put the video together.

Red Cape on the Edge of the Salton Sea
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

Standing on the edge
Of the Salton Sea
Dancing in the darkness
Destiny

Wrapped in a cloak
Releasing red
Wakening spirits
From the salty beds

Twilight glows
Off the shore
Cape swirls
Disturbed forlorn

Ceremony’s twilight
Apparitions conjured
Silhouettes dancing
in the night
Dusk turns on
A golden somber
Silence calls
Ghosts asunder

Acronymphomania

 


My latest song is about the ever present use of acronyms in our never ending search of ways to communicate with as little speaking, typing, mousing, tapping, clicking and swiping as possible. The meanings of the acronyms are in the video and at the bottom of the post.

Acronymphomania
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

I’m without
the gift of tongues
Speak in letters
One by one

Nouns and verbs
Cloistered like nuns
Instead of words
Acronymphomania

AAMOF WYSIWYG
TOPCA in TAR
JBOD ISAR
Communication’s FUBAR

Archnymphomaniacs
HAVE NO VERBS
USE NO phrases

Archnymphomaniacs
Puzzled looks
Empty gazes

Monosyllabic
KISS KWIM BLOB
IOW
Like a SLOB

AYSOS MIA?
OMI BAD BUN
SOTD BIA ISO TIA
Achronymphomania

FWIW IMHO
LOOK OUT FOR THE WORS
Communication’s
Syllabic VERSE

Archnymphomaniacs
HAVE NO VERBS
USE NO phrases

Archnymphomaniacs
Puzzled looks
Empty gazes

AAMOF WYSIWYG
TOPCA in TAR
JBOD ISAR
Communication’s FUBAR

Since many of the meanings of the acronyms go by very quickly in the video, below are the lyrics with the meanings of each acronym:

Acronymphomania
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

I’m without
the gift of tongues
Speak in letters
One by one

Nouns and verbs
Cloistered like nuns
Instead of words
Acronymphomania

AAMOF WYSIWYG (As A Matter Of Fact What You See Is What You Get)
TOPCA (Till Our Paths Cross Again) in TAR (The Amazing Race)
JBOD ISAR (Just a bunch of disks Information Storage And Retrieval)
Communication’s FUBAR

Archnymphomaniacs
HAVE NO VERBS (Haptic Audio Visual Environments Natural Orbital Ventricular Endocardial Right Bifocal Stimulation)
USE NO (User Support Environment Neurotic Obsession) phrases

Archnymphomaniacs
Puzzled looks
Empty gazes

Monosyllabic
KISS KWIM BLOB (Keep It Simple Stupid. Know What I Mean? Binary Large Object!)
IOW (in other words)
Like a SLOB (Super Lazy Organic Blogger)

AYSOS MIA? (Are You Stupid Or Something? Missing In Action!)
OMI BAD BUN (Oocyte Maturation Inhibitor Bipolar Affective Disorder Bike User Network)
SOTD BIA ISO TIA (Speak Of The Devil Ball Image Analyzer In Support Of That Is All)
Achronymphomania

FWIW IMHO (For What It’s Worth In My Humble Opinion)
LOOK OUT FOR THE WORS (Lazy Object-Oriented Kernel Outline Flippin’ Over Rated Technology and Home Economics Weighted Operative Risk Scale)
Communication’s
Syllabic VERSE (Verbal Expressions Rejecting Society’s Expectations)

Archnymphomaniacs
HAVE NO VERBS (Haptic Audio Visual Environments Natural Orbital Ventricular Endocardial Right Bifocal Stimulation)
USE NO (User Support Environment Neurotic Obsession) phrases

Archnymphomaniacs
Puzzled looks
Empty gazes

AAMOF WYSIWYG (As A Matter Of Fact What You See Is What You Get)
TOPCA (Till Our Paths Cross Again) in TAR (The Amazing Race)
JBOD ISAR (Just a bunch of disks Information Storage And Retrieval)
Communication’s FUBAR

Coyotes

Coyote (Canis latrans)

I recorded coyotes yipping and howling in the bosque and wrote a song to go with the canine chorale. It was dark when they went off on their bosque flashmob; however, whenever the coyotes start yipping and howling right at sundown we never see them as they are hidden in the brush and undergrowth in the bosque. The coyotes do flashmob howling quite often, and they sound close and often howl from all sides.  I don’t have video of coyotes; therefore, I used photos I’ve done of coyotes, plus video of me and the guitars I played on the song.

About the guitars. I finished building the Black Tele last week. I built it with standard Tele pickups, so it has a nice twangy sound to it. The blonde jazz guitar is a Guild A-150B with a DeArmond Rhythm Chief 1000 floating pickup.

 

COYOTES
Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

Coyotes
howling in the night
Canine chorus
Offers up a fright

Binomial chorale
Revrebs through the trees
Like a bosque flashmob
Surround sound and for free

Dusk falls
Latrans he rejoices
Yipping, screeching, howls
A cacophony of voices