This is such an interesting and simple approach to what must be a common dillema between children and divorced parents. What to say and not to say when those awkward moments arrive. Especially when the child is alone with the parent who left and now resides with the "other family". The narration is sweet and innocent yet deep and moving as when she describes how well she knows all of her Fathers different faces and what they mean. When she says at the end "He's trying," you just know that she's going to grow up to be OK and probably much wiser for it all. Good thoughtful writing and wise beyond her years.
This is a catchy little tune with a message. Reminds me of the Beatles having fun and un-afraid to say whatever they choose. This song grabs you along for the ride after the first chorus and even though it's just for fun, gives you a feeling of hopefull optimism. I'll play this one again, whenever I feel like 2008 is still too far away, and I need some reassurance.....that indeed, all things must pass!
Great ending with the sparse clapping. Or, I could just give it a one word review....."Cool."
Everything shines in this lively youthful production! It's inspiring to hear youthful voices air their concerns in one sentence responses to the idea of what they would do as President. The choice of background music is alive and keeps the pace moving so that by the end, you want to hear more of what this younger generation has to say. There were some better ideas in two minutes than what has been coming out of Washington for years now.
The narrator seems to be saying that people are generally able to seperate truth from fiction. If this is true, then why even bring this subject up? If the people who listen to Keith Olberman are able to seperate fact from lies, why then attack the Olberman for his opinion? I think the facts differ from what is being discussed here. I don't think a 200 year old review of Coleridge about fictional poetry has anything to do with the state of modern day society which especially in America has become used to sitting on the sofa and absorbing all the hype being sold to them. They used to tell us cigarettes were good also! Alot of dead people weren't able to seperate fact from fiction. They sold us the belief that we were under imminent danger of being attacked by Iraq....alot of people are dead and our treasury is gone because "the people" were NOT able to seperate truth from fiction. So I believe that what Mr. Olberman is only trying to say is, why add fuel to the fire of a paranoid and frightened society anyway? Perhaps what Mr. Levinson is saying is that people in society 200 years ago were more able to seperate fact from fiction because they "read" and thought more with their own intellect. Today it has become so much easier to just let the television do our "thinking"....
Listening to this topic being splashed back and forth between those who love a bath (and the rest of us) was fun. Nice to be able to discuss something where there are two exact opposite views and the opposing view doesn't get in a lather or angry at each other. Not too many subjects can say that.... Bathers, yes, they are a curious lot and I'm sure many of them are nice (and smell good!) but showers are the best....(see what I mean?) It's a debate that makes you smile!
Starts off like an old familiar song from the past. Summer time and the living is easy indeed...The afternoon is alive and well. Insects jamming like sitars from the sixties...cool beverages being poured, waterfalls of sensory delights and indulgences that make the head swim. You get the feeling the pretty girl on the picnic blanket is going to get seduced allright, but not by the man on the bicycle (he smokes) but by all the intoxicating sights, scents, and sounds that gently embrace her like a soft summer shawl. Just the recipe to make a Late (French) Summer Romance blossom to it's fullest before Fall. I smiled from beginning to end on this listen!
This bringing together of a Father and Daughter who passed like ships in the night, is a real treat for those of us who loved Jan and Jack. It isn't as polished as listening to say, Nat King Cole and Natalie doing "Unforgettable" but then, that is exactly what makes this listen so unique. Jack certainly wasn't "polished", indeed always a diamond in the rough, and Jan his restless daughter, seemed to be a chip off the old block. It's just such a shame that they weren't really there for each other when it was literally possible for both of them to be in the same room playing off each others rants and raves. Listening to Jan try to chime in at Jacks ramblings, just like the little girl who secretly wanted her Daddys attention, yet still just a little bit shy of stomping her feet and demanding he stop and listen to her. When she says, "I'd like to talk to the cat that begat me" it feels like that wound was still painful to her, the knowledge that they never could really explore their dysfunctional relationship, because he was already long gone. But she tries, and you can feel the reality of the hopelessness as she rambles about "Madhatten" and the loneliness of the cold sidewalks that they both paced, only never really together. It was like a sweet eavesdrop of a little girl who still craved her lost Daddys love. Perhaps if he was paying more attention when he could have, he could have found some of that solice that was missing from his last years. And you can't help but think that perhaps Jan would have felt more secure about interrupting Jack and saying, "Listen to me a minute, I hear you, I'm not here to hurt you or take anything from you, I'm yours"....they were made for each other. Thank You Ms. Van Halteren for bringing them together for those of us who wished they could have found each other in time....
Comments by ken girardey
Comment for "A Dinner with Dad"
ken girardey
Posted on September 25, 2007 at 10:48 AM | Permalink
Review of A Dinner with Dad
This is such an interesting and simple approach to what must be a common dillema between children and divorced parents. What to say and not to say when those awkward moments arrive. Especially when the child is alone with the parent who left and now resides with the "other family". The narration is sweet and innocent yet deep and moving as when she describes how well she knows all of her Fathers different faces and what they mean. When she says at the end "He's trying," you just know that she's going to grow up to be OK and probably much wiser for it all. Good thoughtful writing and wise beyond her years.
Comment for "George Bush Is Dead"
ken girardey
Posted on July 17, 2007 at 11:45 AM | Permalink
Review of George Bush Is Dead
This is a catchy little tune with a message. Reminds me of the Beatles having fun and un-afraid to say whatever they choose. This song grabs you along for the ride after the first chorus and even though it's just for fun, gives you a feeling of hopefull optimism. I'll play this one again, whenever I feel like 2008 is still too far away, and I need some reassurance.....that indeed, all things must pass!
Great ending with the sparse clapping. Or, I could just give it a one word review....."Cool."
Comment for "Teen Vox Pop: If I Were President"
ken girardey
Posted on February 10, 2007 at 09:27 PM | Permalink
Review of Teen Vox Pop: If I Were President
Everything shines in this lively youthful production! It's inspiring to hear youthful voices air their concerns in one sentence responses to the idea of what they would do as President. The choice of background music is alive and keeps the pace moving so that by the end, you want to hear more of what this younger generation has to say. There were some better ideas in two minutes than what has been coming out of Washington for years now.
Comment for "Olbermann's Suspension of Rationality about 24"
ken girardey
Posted on January 18, 2007 at 08:37 AM | Permalink
Review of Olbermann's Suspension of Rationality about 24
The narrator seems to be saying that people are generally able to seperate truth from fiction. If this is true, then why even bring this subject up? If the people who listen to Keith Olberman are able to seperate fact from lies, why then attack the Olberman for his opinion? I think the facts differ from what is being discussed here. I don't think a 200 year old review of Coleridge about fictional poetry has anything to do with the state of modern day society which especially in America has become used to sitting on the sofa and absorbing all the hype being sold to them. They used to tell us cigarettes were good also! Alot of dead people weren't able to seperate fact from fiction. They sold us the belief that we were under imminent danger of being attacked by Iraq....alot of people are dead and our treasury is gone because "the people" were NOT able to seperate truth from fiction. So I believe that what Mr. Olberman is only trying to say is, why add fuel to the fire of a paranoid and frightened society anyway? Perhaps what Mr. Levinson is saying is that people in society 200 years ago were more able to seperate fact from fiction because they "read" and thought more with their own intellect. Today it has become so much easier to just let the television do our "thinking"....
Comment for "In The Bath"
ken girardey
Posted on January 11, 2007 at 05:23 PM | Permalink
Review of In The Bath
Listening to this topic being splashed back and forth between those who love a bath (and the rest of us) was fun. Nice to be able to discuss something where there are two exact opposite views and the opposing view doesn't get in a lather or angry at each other. Not too many subjects can say that.... Bathers, yes, they are a curious lot and I'm sure many of them are nice (and smell good!) but showers are the best....(see what I mean?) It's a debate that makes you smile!
Comment for "Late (French) Summer"
ken girardey
Posted on January 07, 2007 at 08:50 PM | Permalink
Review of Late (French) Summer
Starts off like an old familiar song from the past. Summer time and the living is easy indeed...The afternoon is alive and well. Insects jamming like sitars from the sixties...cool beverages being poured, waterfalls of sensory delights and indulgences that make the head swim. You get the feeling the pretty girl on the picnic blanket is going to get seduced allright, but not by the man on the bicycle (he smokes) but by all the intoxicating sights, scents, and sounds that gently embrace her like a soft summer shawl. Just the recipe to make a Late (French) Summer Romance blossom to it's fullest before Fall. I smiled from beginning to end on this listen!
Comment for "Jan On Jack"
ken girardey
Posted on December 30, 2006 at 09:00 PM | Permalink
Review of Jan On Jack
This bringing together of a Father and Daughter who passed like ships in the night, is a real treat for those of us who loved Jan and Jack. It isn't as polished as listening to say, Nat King Cole and Natalie doing "Unforgettable" but then, that is exactly what makes this listen so unique. Jack certainly wasn't "polished", indeed always a diamond in the rough, and Jan his restless daughter, seemed to be a chip off the old block. It's just such a shame that they weren't really there for each other when it was literally possible for both of them to be in the same room playing off each others rants and raves. Listening to Jan try to chime in at Jacks ramblings, just like the little girl who secretly wanted her Daddys attention, yet still just a little bit shy of stomping her feet and demanding he stop and listen to her. When she says, "I'd like to talk to the cat that begat me" it feels like that wound was still painful to her, the knowledge that they never could really explore their dysfunctional relationship, because he was already long gone. But she tries, and you can feel the reality of the hopelessness as she rambles about "Madhatten" and the loneliness of the cold sidewalks that they both paced, only never really together. It was like a sweet eavesdrop of a little girl who still craved her lost Daddys love. Perhaps if he was paying more attention when he could have, he could have found some of that solice that was missing from his last years. And you can't help but think that perhaps Jan would have felt more secure about interrupting Jack and saying, "Listen to me a minute, I hear you, I'm not here to hurt you or take anything from you, I'm yours"....they were made for each other. Thank You Ms. Van Halteren for bringing them together for those of us who wished they could have found each other in time....