From the drummers in my family
Turn up the volume, tap your toes, notice how cool the blonde woman is (actually, they’re all too cool for words), and enjoy this treat sent to me by the drummers in my family.
And am I the only one horrified by the toothbrush scene?
[I went back to linking to this because the embedding cut off the very end, which must be seen.]
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Alright,Robin,rocking the YouTube! That blonde looked like she was ready to throw down with that hand mixer at one point(I swear,for a minute I thought she was Lindsay Lohan). The toothbrush scene didn’t freak me out as much as the tossing the books to the floor routine-there was a rug but still,hey!
Yeah, Lady T, and did you notice I’ve finally gotten over my envy of your website and decided to learn how to embed videos myself?
I also love the guy in the feathery slippers. He’s so serious, and the shoes are so silly.
I loved it! Especially the bathroom scene and living room scene with the dog squeaky toy. I’m going to pass this on to my drummer son, but with a warning that if he touches my toothbrush, his sticks will be firewood.
Yeah, the squeaky toy is hilarious. These people are so creative, I just love them to death.
what i find interesting is the “the drummers in my family” part and the blog-in from others with “drummers in their families”. i know no drummers (at least none that are “out”, except ringo, who is dead to me since he hasn’t answered a single letter in 35 years) ergo, none in my family. so i love this parallel universe of drummers that apparently exists. (where, i have no idea. france, maybe?). watched the video. perhaps owing to my lack of drummer gene, only so-so.
“Only so-so”? Come on! Can’t you appreciate the genius of some of those sounds? The chicklets gum being popped from the wrapper, the shaving cream, the perfume bottles, the frilly slippers?
Go unwind with some wine or milk or whatever you please, and look at it again.
oh, was that chicklets gum? my opinion is completly altered.
Oh, Annette, I’m so sorry to hear you have never known the pleasure of a drummer in your family. I invite you to my house where my son will entertain you for HOURS on his drum set. If you are lucky, you may also get him to play the electric guitar for you. I am tolerant of this because he has flattered me by asking me to “someday” join his “band” as the piano player. I am hoping for lucrative TV contract as the next Partridge Family.
deborah, the visual is frightening!
Oh, come on! I’m a lot better looking than the mother in the Partridge Family (was her name Shirley?)! What’s frightening is me in front of a live mike-I’m only allowed to sing in the car-alone.