For those who don’t know, I have a serious problem with being shown up by younger siblings and as Neil is seriously rocking his blog, I can’t just sit back and let it happen without showing him up…
Maybe that’s not really it. But now that Neil has one and then my dad got one… it seems like the next logical step, right? So lets keep all digits crossed that I can handle it and do a good job as well. Thats about all I’m hoping for right now: to keep up. Basically I’m just going to put my thoughts down, I mean, that’s what blogging is right? Sometimes I might have some big earth-shattering, life altering revelation and then the next day it might be some minor blip on the scene that really has no other point except I thought you should know. Maybe not even that. Maybe I just wanted to rant or something.
My first thing will be one of the more minor ones I think but I figure start out with a bang, right? Recently Fall Out Boy put out a live CD. For those who don’t know, I love Fall Out Boy but when I heard what single they were putting out for it, I was beyond skeptical. It seems on tour they did a cover of “Beat It”, classic Michael Jackson. I have a serious problem with people who go out and try to cover these classic songs. They should not be messed with. They are perfect as is, its why they are held to the standard they are. No matter how you love it, just leave it alone.
I think Fall Out Boy shut me up though. I watched the video for it the other day and actually loved it. They didn’t go in and screw around with it. Its pretty much the same song, only done by four white boys in a rock band. So I say bravo to Fall Out Boy to making a true tribute to a great song and not a cheap cover.
And I’ll be making changes to the layout over the next few days as I play around with Photoshop to make up something great. I’ll be back soon so kisses and love!
Hey Girl! It is good to see you starting a blog. Just be sure to post some pictures of the world’s smartest grandson every once in a while. Pictures of his mom would be good too. Dad