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| Saturday, October 22nd, 2005
Fellows, don't forget...about women!
At least, I have a little time, to drop one new joke, this time about women. Did you know, how many animals are necessery for a perfect women?! Here is the answer, they needs 5 animals:
1. One wolf around their neck...
2. American mink on their shoulders...
3. One "Jaguar" in the garage...
4. One young tiger in their bed...
5. And of course, one old monkey who will pay all these things...
...so, wise advice for lovers, from the book of "life lessons"... Peace, kjanos.
Where is there music? When fellows are listening their weddidng march, think about, really under what number will belong in the future....kisses...
Posted By kjanos @ 6:45 AM | Comments: 17 |
| Thursday, October 6th, 2005
Today, on 6.oktobar is Rita's birthday
One little story about my little doughter, Rita. You can listen to her song "Who don't step together.." it's and old hungarian folk-child song. Now, she is just 7 years old, we recorded that song when she was only 5 years old.
On that day, when we maked that record, some guest's were coming to us, and I-as a proud mother, tells her to sing it to the gests...She sad "No, I don't wont to sing it, I would like to sing the other song!" Than I asked her: "What other song?" She went to the computer, click to the song, and singed it with Ozzy Osbourne...that song was Black Sabbath's Paranoid...I practised on my guitar all day...
Now, you must know, she can't speak englis (this year starts to learn it in the school), so, he didn't speak the regulary words, just as her own way as she heared it...but the notes were on their places...she shocked the guests...really, she is one rock-baby...
Thank's for reading it! Peace. kjanos.
Posted By kjanos @ 4:21 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Thursday, October 6th, 2005
Little jokes...
This time, my friends,I'm writeing for you some little jokes, about conversations....
Two fellows conversation:
- Why didn't you marry that sex-bomb singer?
- Almost...I don't wont to dance all my life as she sings....
Two intelligent girls conversation:
- Did you read Shakespeare?
- Oh, yes, who wrote it?...
Two alcohol-friends conversation:
- Will you go somewhere tonight?
- I shall not move myself from that inn...
Hubby forget the birthday of his wife...and it is a well-known fact, that wifes can not stands the mistakes without comments...so...she is telling him:
- You know, I would like to have something around my neck...in my ears...and on my hand...
Hubby answers:
- Ok, hunny, just tell me what is the name of your favorite soap...
Have a nice day!
Next time longer jokes...
Peace! kjanos
Today is the 7. birthday of my little doughter, Rita...she has a gift for you, her song, on my site, "Who don't step together..." She was only 5 years old, when we recorded that song...
So, joy it!
Posted By kjanos @ 7:35 AM | Comments: 3 |
| Monday, October 3rd, 2005
Translations of a texts....
Fellows, and girls, my friends, and listeners, and artists! A very GREAT THANK YOU for all your gratulations! I just wont to tell you, the translations of all my songs are in my blog...so, if you are interested in it what the songs are about, there you can find your answer! Thank you for listeneing, and reading! Peace! Rock-kiss, kjanos.
And, please, listen sometime my favorite, Janis Joplin...everybody forgeted her...
Posted By kjanos @ 8:14 AM | Comments: 0 |
| Friday, September 23rd, 2005
Rock Lady's favorite joke
This time, I shall write down Rock Lady's favorite joke. Please, forgive me my gramathical and other mistakes, becouse english is not my mother language, and the Grammar school is so far behind me...
In the area where I live that farmers lives in a little villages, they goes to town when they need some tools for their work.
One old farmer from a village decided to go to one big town to buy something. It was a hot summer day, and the old man get's thursty. He sow one simple inn on a corner, and went into to drink a glass of water. In the middle of the inn there was one green billiard table. Some young fellows were playing billiard there. The old man has never seen billiard game before. He asked the fellows what are those big balls on a table. The young fellows said:" These are elephant eggs!" The old man never seen before elephant eggs, so he decided to buy some of those eggs. The young fellow sold him two "elephant egg", of course for a big money, and told to old man: "You must sit on those eggs for some days with naked ass, and you will see, they will be hutched out!" The old man believed him and went home.
Oh, there was a big happeness in his house, becouse the all family believed, in the future they will be the first person, to breed elephants...
He maked a nice, warm nest in the corner of a kitchen, taked his panths off, sits on the eggs, and barried himself with warm blanket...he was sitting there all afternoon, all night. Next morning, during breakfast, grandma' told to his grand-dougher (she was a quick, teenage girl...), "Please, look, did the elephants hutched out!" The teenage girl runed to the nest, reach under blanket with her hands and crime:" Yes, grandma' his nose is out jet!"
I don't know where is there music in that joke, maybe when her grandpa "sing out the high C..."
...sorry, next time serious story comes....
Posted By kjanos @ 2:00 PM | Comments: 0 |
| Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
The "violinist" - joke
On a corner of ove little willage, there was some little inn. One "usual" band was playing there every night. The was usual, but the singer of a band was very charmy, attractive girl.
One young violinist was sitting in the corner of the inn every night. He was listening the nice sounds of a music, and comes the moment, when he falled in love with the young singer.
He was thinking about, how to ask the girl to be her lover. He was afraid to be turn away. After long-long time, he standed up, went to a girl, and asked her:
-My, dear Miss, will you let me be your "first violinist"?
The lovely, proud girl looked at him, and answers:
- No way stupid fellow! You can never get into my band, don't think about to be my "firs violinist"....
Posted By kjanos @ 5:06 AM | Comments: 2 |
| Thursday, September 22nd, 2005
The banjo and Rock Lady before 20 Years ago
The banjo and Rock Lady before 20 Years ago
It is very hot outside. Every clever man is on the lovely sandy beaches or somewhere in the deep shadow of old fat trees… I can only dream about lovely holydays I have in my life. Nowadays, for me is a holyday, when I finished my daily tasks, and have a little rest for some minutes to lay back on a bad and watching TV for a while, or catch a time to play my guitar… I love easy movies, to rest my mind of those stupid memories I am thinking about all day long. No ocean, no really holydays for me any more….
I remember the times, when I was about 16-17 years young, I used to spend my holyday with my parents in Hungary, at the side of the lake Balaton. We have there relatives, they were very kind people, and we spend 2 weeks with them in every summer.
I am not that kind of person, who like to lay in a hot sand for hours, but I like to be in water. I love to swim; I like water more than fishes. I love boats, I love to travel with boat, to feel that lovely cold wind brushes my hair, while the rippling wave touches my legs…
Oh, yes, we were on a holyday at my cousins, but they worked, they were not on holyday, they had to do their usual tasks while we were there. Our cousin John was working on a gasoline station, and his wife Cecilia was working in a little Coffee-bar beside the station. It was near their house, about five minutes walk beside the main road what surrounded that beautiful lake Balaton. Hungarian people calls it the “sea of Hungaria”.
In a first week of our summer holyday, we already visited interesting places, like Tihany. It is placed on a hill at the border of Balaton. From this places we could se almost the all lake, and naturally we climb up to the hill, to here the famous “echo of Tihany”. I can tell you, I did not here it, but maybe it is also only one mythological tales…My parents and cousins already tasted the famous vines…I know, it was a little tedious for me, because I have not friend here of my ages…The swimming, and the sun-bathing was enough for me after some day…sometime I said to myself: “What a fucking hell! Why did not I go to the Adriatic sea with my school friends? Sometime it seems to me very stupid and idiot here…!”
I know the answer for that. If I had traveled to the sea, my parents could not be able to go to their relatives here. They have no money for two holidays, and I thought, sea or lake, there is water and sun everywhere…
One day, the family decided to go to some new restaurant, but I stayed at home. “My God! Every restaurant is same! Man goes there just to see what to eat! On that hot summer day, better to stay in the nice cold room, or enjoy the fun of water and sun. I stayed at home, lied on a bad, and looking to the pictures on a wall.
In one moment, I looked to the chair opposite me, and sow some strange thing, I was wondering, what is it. My “wise ness” told me, it must be some instrument, but who knows, what is it. It seemed to be something like guitar , but it wasn’t. While I was thinking what it would be, the opens, and my cousin John comes in. He comes back, because he forget his keys of his car.
- What is it on that chair? – I asked him.
- What? - He looked back, and with a little smile said:
- That is banjo!
- Whose banjo? – I sit up, and in that moment I would like to know everything about that banjo!
- Now, it is my banjo, I do not know really how I get that banjo!
- Can you play it? – I asked.
- Not really. My father knew to play it. – answered.
Than he put banjo in his hands, sit down to the chair, and touched the strings on it. Move some buttons around at the end of the neck of the instrument, and started to play on it. It had a heavenly voice! Than he put the instrument into my hands, and said:
- Try to play on it!
- What!? I can not play any instrument!
- Oh, it is very easy, just move the strings! Now I must go, because the others will be cook beside the car on a sun, but when we get back, I shall show you some melodies on it.
He went out, shouted the door, and I was alone in the house with that interesting instrument in my hands. Oh, yes, I was looking at the banjo, as I could look at the cow’s ass, and banjo was looking at me. The old, warn, seedy banjo.
“I shall not look at it all day! So, what did John do with it?” – I said to myself.
I started to experiment with voices on it. It had lovely, metal-voice, but after a little playing it started to loose that beautiful, pleasure voice. The strings started to stretch, because the instrument was so old, it was not able to keep the tune. Than I tuned it again, but it started again to stretch… Than I thought, I must tune it harder! At least, the strings get stronger. I started to touch the strings again… “That’s it!” – I thought, and started to enjoy the tones…and in that moment, suddenly, I had heard a strange noise…cracked the bass string on a banjo…..I wonted to repair it, started to tune it…but it was too old, and rusty…as I tuned it, it twisted and got longer like a bubble-gum!....Than I had hear an other crack…it was the other string! I started to tune it again, and at least I had successfully broke them…!
I was in a big trouble! What can I do now!? It was a shame thing for me, because I destroyed the instrument…and one question, but big question “What shall I say, if they came back?”
It was evening, when cousins come back. I was very silent and said. I had tried to find words to explain what had I done, but no words for those things…
Next day, John sow the banjo with broken strings, he was very disappointed, asked me what had happened to it. My answer was:” I do not know! I had just played on it…” Probably he sow my sadness too, and his answer was: “All right, it was old anyway, I shall buy new strings for it!”
In the rest days with John and Cecilia, I was just thinking about the old banjo…and planted a will deep in my heart “Some day, I would like to have a banjo…to play it days and nights…”
Today, Rock Lady has one bass guitar, one black Showmaster HSH el.guitar (by Fender), and one red Powerhouse from de luxe serie....and many-many texts on english and hungarian language....that MAKES THE LOVE OF THE MUSIC.
NEXT TIME.....come's the story....SHE CAN'T SING.....Peace!
Posted By kjanos @ 2:23 AM | Comments: 1 |
| Saturday, September 17th, 2005
Translations of my favorite songs
These are the translations to english, of the songs written by the artists Krakovski, and RockLady. They made the songs on their motherlanguage - hungarian.
Hey Baby
I'm walking with sluggish steps on a road,
My tape recorder is stulling and stop.
I would like a glass of good beer,
In the deepness of an old cold cellar.
Suddenly, amazing car rushes torwards me,
Like a stopper I put my hand up, so tempting,
Please, take me with you, baby,
It's easyer to take the bend together.
ref.
Hey baby, baby, bey baby baby,
please, never cry over me.
We shall meet each-other again,
We shall rush on a road in the future.
Sparkling light
All night long, I'm walking down the streets,
and dreaming you awake.
Hours are passing by without words,
thinking of you, hurts.
Sparkling light, you are so far from me,
for you, I make a song again.
Behind me, all the lights turns down,
tear falls on my face.
I'm walking on my endless road,
when the mornings are cold.
Sparkling light, you are so far from me,
Again, I make a song for you.
Your smile is now, just a memory
like the shadows of the night,
Your word is resounding melody,
ringing lonelyness in my hart.
Sparkling light, you are so far from me,
Again, I make a song for you.
Tributed to my ancients
My anciens didn't have crest,
They lived in a little hut in love.
Use to sit on an old bench
When summer sunsets comes.
Under the shadow
of an old mulberry tree.
When the cold days came
warmness of the old oven,
and scilent music-voice
heathed their harts.
My grandpa' read fairy tales,
he sangs nice melodyes,
to give a little hope for poor people.
His love-full hart is sparkling high up on the sky.
My ancients didn't have crests
They lived with love, in their little hut.
Who don't step together
(singing by Rita)
(its an old hungarian child song)
Who don't step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
Apple pie is very nice,
don't give it to the bad child.
Who don't step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
I step with you together,
I shall got pie for supper.
Who dont step together, child,
he won't have for supper, pie.
Apple pie is very nice,
soldier you must taste it once.
Posted By kjanos @ 1:12 PM | Comments: 1 |
| Saturday, September 17th, 2005
Listen the following music
I would like to put your attancion to listen to the music my favorite artists made. My favorite artists on this site are: Krakovski, RockLady and Downside.
I would like to offer one more nice idea.
It would be good idea, if we could connect artists to work together some songs.
Just imagine the success of a work if we could put our favorites in real life to play together one song on a same stage!!! Isn't it cool??????
We could call them "Brotherbands"...
These are only my thoughts...Please, surely add your opinion about that.
Posted By kjanos @ 1:08 PM | Comments: 0 |
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