Rochelle | The Burgeron Family

Nanalou and I had a visit with the Burgeron Memory Mirror this week and what a treat. @Cogdog and @Cris2B and I had evidentally created a fun parody of Mad World by Gary Jules during our lost week last summer. With the help of a shared Google Doc Alan (aka @Cogdog) and Cris wrote new lyrics, and I sang the new song while accompanying myself on the 12-string guitar. Without a sound studio we had improvised using GarageBand on the iPad recording separate tracks adding some cool effects: dreamy vocals, large room guitar 1 and small room guitar 2. The final sound editing and mixing were completed much easier by e-mailing the separate tracks to Nanalou’s computer where she keeps and old copy of GarageBand 6.0.5. The editing capabilities on the iPad version of GarageBand are pretty dismal.

When we checked Soundcloud we discovered two versions of the song: An earlier draft with only Cris’s lyrics– sung twice for some odd reason. (That Burgeron Backwoods Brew strikes again?) Then a final version with both Cris’s and Cogdog’s lyrics. Through a misty fog and a lot of static we think the memory mirror was trying to show us something about a music video that was created to go with the parody, but we couldn’t find it. Maybe another Burgeron family member has seen it? Well… you can at least listen to the audio version.

UPDATE: June 20, 2015 – In the #DS106 world you never know what will happen with the art you create. Maybe nobody says anything, or maybe someone will riff on it and create something new. In this case Ron Leunissen was inspired to add keyboard and strings to the audio track. It is beautiful. Thank you Ron.

It’s a #DS106 World
by Rochelle Lockridge, @Cris2B, @Cogdog

Making art damn it keeps me sane
clears my mind, revs my brain
to create is better than champagne
makes me happy, makes me happy

There’s a freedom when you open up
Fill your cup, fill your cup
Ride the tension to a new creation
Live your vision, Live your vision

And I find it really funny, I find it really grand
to share my stuff with others makes my world expand
And some call it community, or maybe family
People creating art together, it’s a very very
DS106 World… DS106 World…

In front of me are familiar tweets
Blog updates, down under mates
Bright and early for the Daily Create
Making art, making art

Dancing Jim is filling up their GIFs
No layer masks, no layer masks
Going headless, don’t wanna do my work
Boss is a jerk, boss is a jerk

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of mad
The dreams in which I’m clone brushing are the best I’ve ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people share in circles it’s a very, very
DS106 World… DS106 World…

Bloggers waiting for the moment they get pings
Read your post, loved your remix
And I feel the way when Kernohan sings
Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nauseous
No one knew my blog, nor my soundcloud
Hello Assignment Bank, where’s my example?
Tagged right to me, tagged right through me

ORIGINAL VERSION

That Magic Memory Mirror is cool- made my first visit this week. I’d remembered little snapshots and soundbites of song & sound from our lost week, but the mirror revealed a whole lot more that went on. Our Trailer Song continued to be a hit throughout the week.

The children were all dancing and singing to the Burgeron Children’s Song. And the ABC Song was a hit with the real little ones. It wasn’t clear who commissioned it, but little Sally Lou and the other Burgeron children had a cute cow song for our sweet Anna Cow. Although Don Burgeron was rockin’ the joint with his version of “Who Let The Cow’s Out“.

There were group singalongs, requested solos by Nanalou, myself (Rochelle Louridge), Mama Boo and Cousin Ron. Dr. M even had a go (after she’d had a bit too much of the ol’ Burgeron Backwoods Brew.) The Headless Inkspots were in fine form performing a great rendition featuring a banjo, ukelele and Strawberry Arizona washboard.

But that duet with Nanalou and Cousin Froid was… shall we say… an event that I am amazed any of us could forget.

There wasn’t a dry eye in the house when my daughter, Amber, and I sang “Motherless Child”

Cousin Ron was heard playing the old piano out in the cow barn behind the trailer.

Who knew Little Ron Burgeron’s music lessons would pay off in the long run. Piano AND Guitar. The man has talent. But his moonshine induced croning over “Betty-Lou Schaeffner” was a sorry sight.

Aunt Sappy was reciting love poetry in all manner of languages. Her German poem “An Anna Blume” was described as a parody of a love poem, an emblem of the chaos and madness of the week.

But who’s this Metadude guy? Some of the Burgeron family members were really digging his techno vibe. But the mirror only let me hear the music and allowed me to catch a few glimpses of the story. I’m really curious now. If anyone has any more detail please share with the rest of us.