Category Archives: 90s music

Some Of Them Try To Rhyme, But They Can’t Rhyme Like This

Tally Hall = Raffi for grownups

Disclaimer: I’m not talking about the goalie, although I do love me some MLS.

Marvin’s Marvelous Mechanical Museum is ridiculous, melodic, fun, and catchy. If you’ve never heard it, I suggest you listen to it. There’s no way you can hate it.

Take this with a grain of salt though, I guess. Because you know that anything whimsical is automatically awesome to me. And I still occasionally play my Raffi tape on dismal days. Sharon, Lois, & Bram, too.

Tally Hall does address real life themes, however. So real, in fact, that Greener hits uncomfortably close to home. It’s not all Banana Man nonsense. I’d say most songs are 50% whimsical and 50% legitimate content. Example: Spring and a Storm

Anyway… back to my cassette tape collection. It’s not 100% preschool. I still listen to Totally Krossed Out semi-regularly and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Missing the bus is a real problem no matter how old you are. And Jump is one of the greatest songs of the 90s. And that’s really saying something because the 90s were AMAZING in terms of music. What happened to those kids? How did they not end up as international superstar millionaires with a lifetime of chart topping hits? I guess it could have had something to do with their backwards clothes. But really, I feel like they were talented enough to overcome that.

And at this point, I’m clearly procrastinating. I can’t even try to hide it. How many posts have I added today?

We Love The All The All Of You

I have an extensive 90s playlist. It’s pretty critical to my existence right now. 150+ drugs to memorize? Yeah, not happening without this.

Or this.

Or this.

I could go on forever.

Also, according to Binks, my mom cracked this joke at the Sunday dinner table…

Q: What’s the difference between an Irish wedding and an Irish funeral?
A: One less drunk.

Ahaha. I bet my dad was slightly displeased with that one. Especially at Sunday dinner.  He’s kind of uptight. I guess it’s not his fault though. He comes from a family of non-drinking non-partying conservative Christians.

My mom’s side of the family loves Jesus just as much, but they also like to have a good time. And if people on both sides are getting into heaven, I know which one I’d rather be like.

At least it’s now obvious to me where I get it from. My alcohol tolerance was not something I earned. It was a gift. A beautiful genetic gift.