Tick, Tick, BOOM!
That’s been the story of Iowa’s spring so far. And since I’m in the middle of creating an outfit for Sadie (you’ll be meeting her officially soon) and need to get to work and can’t get that song or it’s Iowa Spring connection out of my head, this is my blog post for today.
It’s based on a song by a Swedish rock band called “The Hives” that I know of because of my son, and this wonderful little ditty called “Tick Tick Boom.”
One always tries to stay involved with one’s son in every aspect of their life, including music, and thank goodness I don’t mind Adam’s. What I love about this particular catchy song (and it is) is that there are precisely SEVEN ticks. Know how I know?
Believe it or not, there was no Henry Higgins/Eliza Doolittle “Rain in Spain” moment here, with “By George, I think she’s got it!” (My Fair Lady)
No, indeed. Turns out when you master your son’s music too much, it no longer becomes cool to them. Apparently, a little appreciation goes a long way. Lesson learned.
But that’ s not why this song and this season have been stuck in my head. It’s because of this:
If you live in Iowa, you’ll know what I mean. It’s all fun and games until you can’t find the tweezers and your dog is hiding under your bed.
And on that cryptic note, back to sewing!
Link to song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TqkJ30Kh7ZM