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Rock and Roam

Musical musings from New York and beyond

At home in New York City, or on the road (again), Anne Margaret Daniel loves live music, and she'll take you there.

Rock and Roam

Musical musings from New York and beyond

At home in New York City, or on the road (again), Anne Margaret Daniel loves live music, and she'll take you there.

Super Bowl Halftime Shows, Dilly Dilly

My batting average with the Super Bowl halftime show is about the same as my interest in the Grammys-low. Prince, Springsteen, the Stones, and Tom Petty (all in a four year span!) so that's 4/52? 

Wow, bombast and bullshit during halftime??

In a Norm Chad sports column years ago following the Timberlake/Jackson thing, a question was posed: “given game conditions and the score at the time, shouldn’t Justin Timberlake have gone for two?”

I read an article a couple of days ago in which the people who cooked up the Bug Light ad said they inserted Dilly Dilly as nonsensical filler until they could come up with a worthy phrase, then decided what the hell, let’s go with Dilly Dilly. Doesn’t seem like it has its roots in any ye olde English folk rhyme.

Nice rif on super-bowl halftime shows, although none of the them remain as memorable as the game they interrupt and the too long time they allow the teams in the locker room to lose their edge. 

My own favorite was listening to the score mount up in Super Bowl III, January 12, 1969, as we sat in a plane with our kids returning from a vacation on St. Thomas, as Joe Namath led the Jets to an upset over the (once) Baltimore Colts. Whata game!

Irene, my wife, once marched in her high school marching band, where she played the piccolo. She enjoyed half-time shows, where the bands showed off complex marching patterns while playing. Where'd that all go? Except for Ohio State's spelling out its name, it exists no more. Sad!

Anyway, an enjoyable romp through the show Dilly Dilly.....