Be Obsequious, Purple, and Clairvoyant

by Frank Roche on October 2, 2012

in Frank's World, Funny, Music

I grew up in the Let’s Get Small era. I knew every word and every gesture that Steve Martin did. My friends and I would act out King Tut randomly throughout the day. In 1978, I parked by the Union Stock Yards along with thousands of crazy Steve Martin fans and saw Steve Goodman open for him in a sold-out International Amphitheater.

And to this day I still sing, “Be obsequious, purple, and clairvoyant” when it suits the occasion. (Believe me, I wedge those words in somehow.) So I smiled this morning when by chance I heard Grandmother’s Song. I knew every word. Strange how that works that I can remember something so vividly from 35 years ago. But I still forget the milk.

Click to hear Steve Martin’s Grandmother’s Song

Hall of Fame

by Frank Roche on October 1, 2012

in Uncategorized

My brother-in-law, Jim Demmer, was inducted into the Western Dubuque High School Hall of Fame this past weekend.

Jim taught English and Social Studies. He even taught one of my sisters-in-law (not the one he married, lol). Jim was a great teacher — and is the funniest guy I’ve ever known.

And he got a parade. That’s too cool. Way to go, Jim!

Cut Me, Mick

by Frank Roche on September 28, 2012

in Frank's World

Click here to see Rocky Balboa say that famous line: Cut me, Mick.

And yes, The First Cut is the Deepest

Shut Up, Frankie!

by Frank Roche on September 27, 2012

in Frank's World

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“Come here, Frankie. Come here. Come on, Frankie!”

That was my neighbors a few weeks ago when they got their new puppy.

(And named him after me. Sorta…I’ve never met them.)

Six weeks later here’s what I hear:

ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!

I hear Frankie barking at 5:45am when I walk Snickers the Wonder Dog.

ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!

I hear Frankie barking when I grill on my back deck.

ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF! ARF!

I hear Frankie barking when I watch Snickers sniff and swirl at 10pm before she goes to bed.

Seems like Frankie’s in the dog house.

I’m sure his owners are having an awful time.

And so is Frankie.

Because last night I heard this:

SHUT UP, FRANKIE!

Note to everyone: All puppies are cute. But realize that they grow up. They take work. And for the most part, you don’t really want to do it. Leave the puppy at the pet store.

And if you’re gonna shout, “SHUT UP, FRANKIE!” say it to my face.

Big Bad John

by Frank Roche on September 26, 2012

in Frank's World

I woke up this morning and realized I need something to do. Something physical.

Working in a coal mine probably isn’t going to do it. I get claustrophobic looking at this picture.

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Click here to listen to Jimmy Dean sing Big Bad John