How I Learned to Be Me

“Radio jingles are magic,” says my daddy. “They can also be a noisy (Ed: annoying) and ears eating taters (Ed: irritating), too,” he says.

Every morning he drives me to school. Daddies are cool. They do that sort of thing.

KOIT 96.5 Logo

And when we are not talking about princesses or princesses or princesses (is there anything else to talk about?) he can hear me singing - 96.5 KOIT.

It’s a radio station. And we get Gary’s tees (Ed: guaranteed) 60-minute come art alls (Ed: commercial) music that usually lasts from our house to the school.

Daddy says he timed them once and they play music for about 40 minutes, sing the 96.5 KOIT jingle for Continue reading “The Magic of Radio Jingles – 96.5 KOIT” »

Gosh. I thought I knew music.

Twinkle Star, This Old Man, If You’re Happy and You Know It, God Our Father.

I mean, what else is there to listen to? And to sing along to?

Boy, was I surprised last night!

My daddy (he’s a King Kong-sized Monkey) and I went surfing (without our bathing suits, hee hee hee!) last night.

He took me to youtube and showed me some stuff.

Three of them I remember right off are Continue reading “Dolly Parton, Andrea Bocelli, El Divo, Daddy and me” »