5/25/2008

Do You Hear What I Hear? (An Audio Post)

If you're like me, you need help. If you're not like me but wonder how magic can almost happen on the weekend, I've got just the thing.

Okay, maybe it's not just the thing but if you've got 55 seconds to spare, you're in for quite a thrill ride.

Alright, it's not a thrill ride at all but for sure, it'll tell you something about my brain.

Head on over to the Let's Go Audio GCast player on my sidebar (look to your right under the bumblebee) and listen in.

20 comments:

Barbara Bruederlin said...

Where were your pants?

Those icecream trucks that play Turkey in the Straw on endless loop as they park at the end of my street for 2 hours are very high on my shit list. I have come thisclose to ripping the dude's lungs out and stuffing them down his throat.

Blowing Shit Up With Gas said...

If it's not Turkey in the Straw, it's The Entertainer by Scott Joplin. Joplin, who died a pauper, always believed that he and his music would be famous decades after his death. Whether he envisioned ice cream trucks, ringtones, and so forth is anyone's guess. However, it's oddly appropriate that you weren't wearing pants... Joplin died of syphilis, which he no doubt acquired without pants.

SkylersDad said...

"different from the usual voices in my head..."

Bwaaa ha ha ha, we are SO much alike!

Berry said...

Aw Dale, you bring back such dear childhood memories for me! The Springtime air, the birds chirping, the ice-cream truck melodies, the middle-aged pantless man running down the street, smiling and waving his arms... good times, good times.

Les Becker said...

Awww, I wish I'd been there with you. I'd have known in a heartbeat what that sound was and been begging for change.

Then again, I'm not sure where my pants are at the moment, so I might have had to keep my mouth shut after all...

Congratulations on winning the caption contest! Your book will arrive in short order.

Unless we drop the ball again. ;-)

Mob said...

What sort of fancy ice cream parlor do you usually go to that requires pants?

Allison said...

Ah, the ice cream truck...and the people who flail after it. Good memories.

X. Dell said...

"Turkey in the Straw," repeated for hours on end is bad enough. This year, the ice cream trucks in my parents neighborhood in Cincy added a recording of a young-sounding female voice at the end (or beginning, depending on how you want to see it) sarcastically saying "Hulllloooo."

Maybe they weren't going after sarcasm. But that's exactly what it sounds like. I'm too annoyed by that point to have a craving for anything.

VE said...

How come just ice cream trucks? You never see one with just chocolate or candy? You never see one selling overcooked vegetables just like your mom made? I don't get it...

Melly/Melody/or Mel said...

We hired a hit man for the ice cream truck in our old neighborhood. All tires were slashed and the driver was deported.

pistols at dawn said...

Do white trash people really "gad about?"

The ending is fantastic, by the way.

Writeprocrastinator said...

New monniker? "Pant-less Dale."

BeckEye said...

Ice cream and Dale.

I think you just impregnated me through sound.

Suze's Sass said...

My ice cream truck played "Silent Night" and then the theme from "Love Story". I think he's selling more than ice cream in that truck. Unlike you, I was wearing pants - just too lazy to get up and investigate.

Chancelucky said...

They had an ice cream truck on the show Pimp My Ride once. The creepiest thing was that as they were tearing down the original truck they found dead mice/rats in the freezer.
I can't remember if the dead rats had pants on or not though.

Dale said...

It's very important to let go of worldly possessions sometimes Barbara and this include pants. I'd kill your ice cream guy too.

You've given new meaning to the word drippy BSUWG, it's not just for ice cream anymore. Eww. Poor Joplin.

I thought I heard your voice mixed in with the rest Sklyer's Dad. At least we're never lonely right?

Bringing it all back up, it's what I'm here for Berry!

Yay! I won Les, all that voting for myself worked! I'll give you my full review if/when I receive the prize. Perhaps I'll send you ice cream (or pants) by return post.

They're so damned fussy Mob, I really have to find a new neighbourhood.

Come flail away Allison. You're probably too young for that reference I'm guessing.

You need to make some rebuttal recordings and give the trucks a run for their money X. Dell.

I'd buy lumpy mashed potatoes and powdered milk from a truck VE. Who wouldn't?!

Your gang colours are showing Mel, very pretty!

They do indeed gad about Pistols, they just don't know the word for it like we do.

I vote for Pantsless over Brainless WP.

Are you saying the only ultrasound you need is my voice Beckeye?

You live in a questionable area Suze. Any places for rent or sale there? I'll consider a move.

There is nothing creepier than dead rats near food and the added horror of no pants, well, I shudder Chancelucky.

Coaster Punchman said...

Ah yes, a sign of the new season. There is an ice cream truck in our 'hood with a melody so obnoxious that I want to take a blow torch to it, and/or to the driver. How very "Hostel" of me.

Dale said...

Take your video camera when you go mental on him CP. Do it for the kids and if not for them, the bloggers.

Jewgirl said...

I'm with BB, where are your pants?

Love this podcast and the honeypot honey's.

Next audio podcast, can you please play "The Way We were" in the background?

Dale said...

They're in my other pants JewGirl. :-) But wouldn't the music be drowned out by my sobbing as I recall...wait, I've never actually seen that movie. I should be okay.