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September 30, 2003

Metropolis

Here's another song that's been stuck in my head.

I like the way the lyrics capture the feeling of being in a huge city (which is where I am as I write this, oddly enough). This is from the Manhattan Transfer's Brasil album, which is a gem-- you can listen to it end-to-end and walk away humming more than one tune, which is a credit to the composers (Djavan, Lins, Nascimento and others) and the Transfer's arrangements.

The unfortunate thing about this album is that it fell through the cracks-- many of the Manhattan Transfer's fans thought it was too experimental, and many Brazilian music purists had issues with the English lyrics created for many of these songs. (Rather than opting for straight translations, the group enlisted Doug Fieger (of The Knack) to write English lyrics that *sounded* like the original Portuguese. As a result, the English words had nothing to do with the lyric content of the original songs.) The group had a minor hit from this disc with their version of Djavan's "Sina," reworked as "Soul Food to Go."

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December 7, 2003

My Favorite Song

Como Uma Onda
(Lulu Santos - Nelson Motta)

Nada do que foi sera
de novo do jeito que ja foi um dia
tudo passa
tudo sempre passara
a vida vem em ondas como uma mar
no indo e vindo, infinito
tudo que se ve nao e igual
ao que a gente viu ha um Segundo
tudo muda o tempo todo
no mundo
nao adianta fugir
nem mentir pra si mesmo agora
ha tanta vida la for a
aqui dentro
sempre
como uma onda no mar...


Nothing that once was, will be
the same way that it once had been
everything passes
everything will always pass
life comes in waves like an ocean
in an infinite coming and going
everything that we see is not the same
as we lived in a second
everything changes all the time
around the world
there is no use to run away
nor lie to yourself now
there is much life out there
and in here
always
like a wave in the ocean

January 19, 2004

MLK Day

MLK day. It's a good time to put aside whatever comparatively petty problems we have in our lives and think about the people who struggled to actually put some good and justice in this world.

We'll all probably hear the Dion song "Abraham, Martin, and John" before the day is out, so here are a few lines from that song:

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Anybody here seen my old friend Martin?
Can you tell me where he's gone?
He freed a lot of people,
But it seems the good they die young.
I just looked 'round and he's gone.

Didn't you love the things that they stood for?
Didn't they try to find some good for you and me?
And we'll be free
Some day soon, and it's a-gonna be one day ...

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I've also registered for the 2004 MS 150 Bike Ride, which is coming up the weekend of June 26-27. The BITEMS team roster is already growing, and you can visit our team site at www.bitems.org. I also have my own page at the MS Society, and you can get there by clicking right here.

Sorry, no rants today. :-)

January 22, 2004

Bugs Bunny is Next

Romance ain't dead. It's just taken on a different form. Here's some nice Valentine's Day candy that says it all. :-)

Ray Rayner passed away yesterday. For those of you who didn't grow up in Chicago, Ray was the guy who hosted a kid's morning show on WGN-Channel 9 that *everybody* (including adults) watched. It was a great free-form show where he introduced cartoons, gave the weather and sports highlights, traffic and school closing info, and a lot of other goofy stuff. A show like this would never be aired today-- nobody in the corporate TV world would have the patience for it. Here is a link to an article about Ray on WGN's web site.

The thing about Ray is that he never took himself seriously. You got the feeling he genuinely enjoyed what he was doing, and when he'd mess up on the air he'd just laugh and keep going. He always talked to his crew while he was on the air, too. The closest thing that compares would be radio shows like Steve Dahl's or Howard Stern's (without the filth, of course :-). One of his ongoing bits was that he'd wear these jumpsuits with notes stuck to it. At an appropriate point in the show, he would pull one of the "notes" off his suit and read what was coming up next. ("Looks like we've got Bugs Bunny next.")

And I'm sure he's trying to glue some sequined ribbon to a paper plate somewhere in the sky right now.

Oh, and Happy Chinese New Year to all you Monkeys out there.

Today's lyric comes to us courtesy of The Pretenders. I was in a discussion about romantic songs and this one came to mind-- another long-forgotten song that just kinda jumped out of the back of my brain. It's got an interesting middle-eastern feel to it, so light the candles and burn the incense on this one (I think those are Hare Krishna chants at the end). This is from the 1986 "Get Closer" album.

So I started off with something cynical and ended with something nice. How about that?

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January 28, 2004

Chinese New Year

I'm in the middle of reading Michael Moore's "Dude, Where's My Country?" and suddenly feeling a responsible member of society. Today's lyrics (below) were written in 1992 but seem more poignant today.

The kids and I saw the Chinese New Year's parade in Chinatown on Sunday. This was the first time I'd been in Chicago's Chinatown since I was probably 10 years old. It was really cold, so we wound up in one of the restaurants for lunch. Then we hit a couple stores and picked up some cheap stuff at one of the little shops. I picked up this awesome tea -- a blend of chamomile, spearmint, catnip, valerian, and skullcap. Two mugs of this stuff on Sunday evening and I was falling asleep by 10:00, which is highly unusual for me on a Sunday night.

We also saw Cheaper by the Dozen on Saturday, which was a lot better than I'd expected. Steve Martin was playing his usual cynical-yet-loveable-Dad character, and Bonnie Hunt was, well, she's always great in whatever she does.

In the last week, we lost Ray Rayner, Bob Keeshan, and Jack Paar. Jack was a bit before my time, but in the films and videos I've seen he clearly had a gift.

(And on a cynical note, I will never get why people thought Steve Allen was so brilliant. Above average, maybe. Henry Morgan mentioned in his autobiography that working with Steve Allen was like being a full time straight man: not something a truly brilliant person like Morgan was suited for.)

Today's song lyric comes from the band XTC on their album "Nonsuch." Like I said earlier, these are appropriate lyrics in these days of the "Patriot Act."

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Books Are Burning
(Andy Partridge)

Books are burning
In the main square, and I saw there
The fire eating the text
Books are burning
In the still air
And you know where they burn books
People are next
I believe the printed word should be forgiven
Doesn't matter what it said
Wisdom hotline from the dead back to the living
Key to the larder for your heart and your head
Books are burning
In our own town, watch us turn 'round
And cast our glances elsewhere
Books are burning
In the playground
Smell of burnt book is not unlike human hair
I believe the printed word is more than sacred
Beyond the gauge of good or bad
The human right to let your soul fly free and naked
Above the violence of the fearful and sad
The church of matches
Anoints in ignorance with gasoline
The church of matches
Grows fat by breathing in the smoke of dreams
It's quite obscene
Books are burning
More each day now, and I pray now
You boys will tire of these games
I hope somehow
This will allow
A phoenix up from the flames

January 30, 2004

Baby, It's Cold Outside

It was -7 when I got in the car this morning. As Shrek says, "Ogres have layers." Well, call me an ogre today.

And just because half the US population is going to put this in their blogs today, I'm doing it, too.


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Baby, It's Cold Outside

I really can't stay - But baby it's cold outside
I've got to go away - Oh, baby it's cold outside
This evening has been - Been hoping that you'd drop in
So very nice - I'll hold your hands, they're just like ice
My mother will start to worry - Beautiful, what's your hurry
My father will be pacing the floor - Listen to that fireplace roar
So really I'd better scurry - Oh beautiful, please don't hurry
Maybe just a half a drink more - Why don't you put some records on while I pour

The neighbours might think - Oh baby, it's bad out there
Say, what's in this drink - There's no cabs to be had out there
I wish I knew how - Your eyes are like starlight now
To break this spell - I'll take your hat, your hair looks swell
I ought to say no, no, no, sir - Mind if I move a little closer
At least I'm gonna say that I tried - What's the sense of hurting my pride
I really can't stay - Baby don't hold out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

I simply must go - Oh baby, it's cold outside
The answer is no - You know it's cold outside
This welcome has been - I'm lucky that you dropped in
So nice and warm -- Look out the window at that storm
My sister will be suspicious - Oh, your lips are delicious
My brother will be there at the door - Like waves upon a tropical shore
My maiden aunt's mind is vicious - Oh, your lips look delicious
Well maybe just a cigarette more - Never such a blizzard before

I've got to go home - Oh, baby, you'd freeze out there
Say, lend me your comb - You know it's up to your knees out there
You've really been grand - I thrill when you touch my hand
But don't you see - How can you do this thing to me
There's bound to be talk tomorrow - Making my life long sorrow
At least there will be plenty implied - If you caught pneumonia and died
I really can't stay - Get over that old out
Ahh, but it's cold outside

February 17, 2004

Sweatin' To The Vampires

On Saturday, I completed the first annual Boot Camp at The Pavilion. Not only did I get to see a side of the trainers I'd never seen before, but my butt was thoroughly kicked by the time it was all over at 10:30 am. I've got a nice certificate hanging on my wall as proof of my accomplishment.

I watched Shadow of the Vampire the other night. Man, that was intense. The plot revolves around John Malkovich as German filmmaker FW Murnau, making his version of 'Nosferatu.' Willem Dafoe plays Max Schreck, the person hired to play the vampire in the movie. A lot of drugs, drinking, and between-war German attitude with a couple freaked-out Czechoslovakians tossed in for color. Malkovich is always good, especially when he's playing off-center characters (has he ever played one that isn't?) and Dafoe is completely unrecognizeable as Schreck.

Today's lyric comes from one the first LPs I ever owned, Elton John's "Don't Shoot Me, I'm Only The Piano Player." The song is "Teacher I Need You." There's no particular reason for its being posted here, other than the fact that I can't get the song out of my head.

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TEACHER I NEED YOU
(Elton John - Bernie Taupin)

I was sitting in the classroom,
Trying to look intelligent
In case the teacher looked at me.
She was long and she was lean.
She's a middle-aged dream,
And that lady means the whole world to me.

It's a natural achievement,
Conquering my homework
With her image pounding in my brain.
She's an inspiration
For my graduation,
And she helps to keep the classroom sane.

Oh teacher I need you,
Like a little child.
You got something in you
To drive a schoolboy wild.

You give me education
In the lovesick blues.
Help me get straight come out and say,
Teacher I, teacher I, teacher I,
Teacher I need you.

I have to write a letter,
Tell about my feelings,
Just to let her know the scene.
Focus my attention
On some further education
In connection with the birds and the bees.

So I'm sitting in the classroom.
I'm looking like a zombie.
I'm waiting for the bell to ring.
I've got John Wayne stances.
I've got Erroll Flynn advances,
And it doesn't mean a doggone thing.

February 18, 2004

NEXP --> DVD

Hey, good news in my Inbox today. Northern Exposure is coming out on DVD on May 25! This was one of the few shows I would actually stay home to watch when it was originally aired.

[montyburns] Excellent. [/montyburns]

One of the fun things about the internet is that ramblings of old are still available for all eyes to see. Here is a rant I put on the 'net about Northern Exposure almost 10 years ago. Classic jtl.

Today we have an old (1963) R&B number from Barbara Lewis (later covered by Yvonne Elliman, whose version just came across my MP3 player). Nice and mellow...

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Hello Stranger
(Barbara Lewis)

(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby)
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop)

Hello, stranger
(ooh) It seems so good to see you back again
How long has it been?
(ooh, seems like a mighty long time)
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh)
It seems like a mighty long time

Oh-uh-oh, I my, my, my, my
I'm so glad
You stopped by to say "hello" to me
Remember that's the way it used to be
Ooh, it seems like a mighty long time
(shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh)
It seems like a mighty long time

Oh-ahh-uh-oh
If you're not gonna stay
(ooh) Please don't treat me like you did before
Because I still love you so a-a-although
It seems like a mighty long time
Shoo-bop, shoo-bop, my baby, ooh
It seems like a mighty long time

March 9, 2004

Destiny's Gate

The new portrait on my main page was done by a local photographer. I am really impressed with how well the whole set came out. Family members: watch your mailboxes.

I saw The Passion last week, and it's just not worth the hubbub. I saw nothing overtly anti-Semitic in the movie, but as S pointed out, the movie would have been at least a half hour shorter if Mel chose to use less slow-motion. On some level, I was hoping for a more spiritual experience, but this wasn't it. I thought Jesus Christ Superstar showed a little more in the Jesus-is-doing-this-for-human-redemption category than this movie-- this was just a lot of suffering. The characters of Judas and Satan were probably the most interesting.

RB took us to Poag Mahone's for lunch today. It's a new place that's sitting on the same spot as the late, lamented Excelsior. (That would be the home of the "Hungry Hunter.") The food is a lot better, though. This might be the new hangout for those after-work brewskis. By the way, "Poag Mahone" isn't someone's name: it's a colorful Gaelic expression that might get you a punch in the mouth. Check the link to see what it really means.

The other night a bunch of us Foundation people were at Peggy's (what's with the Irish theme anyway?) to discuss the upcoming Duck Race. It became apparent that none of us knew what a group of ducks was called-- M was convinced the word was "flock" but I didn't buy it. I think it says something that a group of parents who are running a volunteer organization dedicated to enhancing the educational experience for their children didn't know the answer to this question. (Research has proven that the correct terms are: a paddling of ducks, a raft of ducks, a team of ducks, and a dopping of ducks.)

Today's lyric is here simply because I like the song. No secret message here, just a sweet sentiment.

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Destiny's Gate
(Tish Hinojosa)

What do you say, it was destiny's way that would lead us
Here we are holding tomorrow in the palm of our hand
All of our life led the way to this part of the story
I should've known you'd be waiting at destiny's gate

Son of a gun, there was love, peace, power, and glory
Song after song, well it must have been written that way
Now I believe in my eyes and the back way they showed me
Something far better was waiting at destiny's gate

You find a road and you pave it
A long lost love and you save it
So much of the past sees tomorrow at destiny's gate

Time as it's been and the trials we have seen kind of leave me
Checkin' our hearts for a cut or a bruise or a hole
I want to ride along straight on that highway to heaven
Checkin' the pistons and pumps and the bumps on the road

Rollin', rollin', time doesn't wait
I could see it, feel it finding a way
So much of the past sees tomorrow at destiny's gate

March 28, 2004

Lost In Translation

I took a trip up to Janesville today to see Bob at his exhibition. It was very cool, seeing what all these people do with their spare time-- and the talent! I also got a card from a guy who might be using me to build a web site, so we'll see where that goes.

I saw "Lost in Translation" tonight, which I've wanted to see since January. Another awesome movie, with another great soundtrack. Bill Murray does his lounge singer act and sings (among other things) Roxy Music's "More Than This" (on the radio.blog now-- the Roxy version). It's another of those movies that makes you think.

Also on the radio.blog is a Renaissance song called "Electric Avenue." This is from their new-wave period, which a lot of fans hated but I actually thought was pretty good. (I loaded a bunch of Renaissance on the iPod this weekend, so I've been in that mode for the past 24 hours or so.)

By the way, the radio.blog is whacking out. First of all, Blogger (where I write these words of wisdom) somehow shoved the radio.blog to the bottom of the page here, and I realized tonight that I am running out of disk space on my server here. I think I might move the radio page to another server, so watch for that change sometime. In the meantime, I have to pull old songs off while I put new ones on the weblog.

That's it for now. Here are the lyrics to the Renaissance song.

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ELECTRIC AVENUE
(Jon Camp / Michael Dunford)

Brought up and lived by the modern age
Brought a new spot to my life
I love the power you have over me
Amaze my friends and set me free

Here we are walking in step
We've got ideas that we haven't used yet
There's so much left that I want to do
Automatically I think of you

Chorus:

You beginning and you to end
You were the first you never bend
You walk beside me everywhere I go
Our secret's safe they'll never know
But here we are walking on down Electric avenue
Part of today in every way Electric avenue

I'm insecure and I'm not so sure
Cause you mean this much to me
Your heart is cold and you won't grow old
I'm full of tricks so watch and see
I can disappear without a trace
Just say the word I'll be gone from this place
There's so much left that I want to do
I'm automatic that I think of you

Chorus

April 5, 2004

Voodoo Economics

(Today I'm leaning towards the top color, in case anyone is interested.)

I've got the iPod connected to my work PC, so I'm sitting here streaming tunes through the aforementioned Anapod Explorer. Playing now-- the first Dream Academy album, which has the distinction of being the very first CD I ever heard, back in 198--- something...

I haven't posted any lyrics in a while, so I've put up the lyrics to one of the songs playing now: "The Edge of Forever." This song was featured in Ferris Bueller's Day Off, near the end of the movie where Ferris and Sloane are saying goodbye. (Here's a site that put together the track listing for an unofficial "soundtrack album.") Say what you want about John Hughes, he knew how to pick tunes for his movies.

And for all the trying and freeze-framing, we still can't find Glenn in the parade scene, as he claims to be.

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April 9, 2004

Holy Commute, Batman

Public-access wireless internet is cool, but FREE public-access wireless internet rocks. Sitting at Panera Bread on a beautiful Friday afternoon, amid the steady stream of customers and kids who are off school today for Good Friday.

Good Friday-- I may have to run through "Jesus Christ Superstar" one more time to get into the spirit of the weekend.

Speaking of that, it seems my local train station is the latest forum for churches' interpretations of The Passion of the Christ. Last week, folks from the local Lutheran church were handing out water bottles with a note attached about the movie and their Easter services, and yesterday people from a local Bible Church were distributing pamphlets explaining The Passion... and inviting people to their Easter services.

Saw Art today, so I'm one well-groomed dude right now. Lisa P. (she of the "every woman on the planet, including myself" comment) found a new gig, managing a high-end Italian boutique at Northbrook Court. She starts in two weeks and is really psyched about it.

Heading off to refinance the pad. Before I go, here are the lyrics to a song that figured prominently in a dream I had last night. (It was the Aimee Mann-Michael Penn version.)

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April 19, 2004

You Done With That Machine?

One of the things I've noticed since I started working out is the fact that when I slow down (as in, not going to the gym enough) my energy level drops dramatically. Today was one such day, and I started feeling zombiefied after lunch, and I know what caused it. So, it was over to the gym for the full circuit tonight. Now I'm feeling much better, thank you.

I had a little help with the energy, though: on my way to the car, I stopped at Urban Harvest and they sold me this evil seven-layer cookie bar thing that had enough sugar to get me buzzed by the time I reached the health club. I burned through it pretty quickly, 'cause as I sit here at Panera in Schaumburg (yay to free internet again) I'm about to crash.

(Placeholder: I just wrote this really whiny bit about how some of the female clients at my club hog the abduction and adduction machines, but I deleted it. I'll save it for later, so when you do see it, just mentally stick it in this spot right here.)

One more note on Satan's iPod, by the way: you can get to those postings directly by entering www.satansipod.com. Ahh, the wonderment of being able to buy a domain for under 10 bucks.

Today's lyric is on the next page.

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April 30, 2004

To You, Baldrick, The Renaissance Was Just Something That Happened to Other People, Wasn't It?

I understand that the City of New York declared today "Poem in Your Pocket Day." The idea is that people are "encouraged to carry a poem in their pocket and share it with friends, family, coworkers and classmates."

Some bloggers are participating by posting their favorite poem or song lyric to their weblogs. Since posting lyrics seems to be my thing, I'm gonna post a lyric and a poem, how's that?

Let's put that LAS degree to work:

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May 2, 2004

Jangly Bits

I was looking for something in my files and I ran across a whole bunch of other stuff that I think would be interesting to share. I decided to create a new category for this material called, "Dude, I Forgot About That!"

I will admit right here that this category is only a thin veneer for something other people might call "nostalgia," but this stuff is too cool and too recent (relatively speaking) to fall under the "n" word. Plus, let's face it: I don't want to admit to being that old.

Glenn Miller is "nostalgia." The Primitives are "Dude, I Forgot About That!"

The Primitives were a band from Coventry, England, that flashed across college and alternative radio stations in the late 1980s with a brand of jangly guitar-based pop that sounded like a cross between Blondie, The Ramones, and The Buzzcocks, with a dose of Beatles thrown in. Their trademark was a lot of ear-splitting buzzing guitars, a lot of drum bangin', and really cool chick vocals on top-- all smashed into 3-minute-and-under mini masterpieces.

The band at its peak consisted of Paul Court (guitar), Steve Dullaghan (bass), Tig Williams (drums), and a bleached-blonde lead vocalist named Tracy Tracy.

They released a couple of singles and EPs on their own before being signed to RCA in 1987. The album Lovely came out in 1988, and their first major hit, which you couldn't get away from between late 1988 and early 1989, was called "Crash." (This is the cover from their Japanese 3" CD single. Maybe 3" CDs would be an interesting topic for another "Dude.." entry.)

Now here's a cool thing about the Internet. Go to this site, choose "Interact" and then go to MP3. Many of the band's songs are right there, full versions, free for downloading. My suggestions are "Crash" (the Lovely version), "Dreamwalk Baby," and "Stop Killing Me," a really cool breakup song that carries the distinction of proving to me that you can blow out a set of headphones. Really nice ones, too.

Two of my favorite tracks, "Spacehead" and "Through The Flowers" are missing from the site, but they do appear on this collection. A recommended buy.

There was a remixed version of "Crash" on the Dumb and Dumber soundtrack, but whoever did it managed to pull any soul out of it, giving it a bad mid-1990s feel. Avoid that one.

The Primitives toured the world through 1991, including a double-bill with The Sugarcubes that I missed here in Chicago in March of '90. (A lady I worked with saw the show and gushed about it for months. She did bring me a cool Sugarcubes pin, though.) They released a couple more albums, but by the early 1990s they were pretty much done with their mission.

It was sort of neat to start the 1980s with The Pretenders and Blondie and end the decade with The Primitives.

p.s. The reason I wrote this in the first place was because I ran across a press release from the band's fan club, "Spacehead," from 1989. They had some cool T-shirts for sale, too.

Lyrics for a couple of the songs are on the next page.

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May 10, 2004

Okay, I 'Borrowed' The Album, But I Didn't Scratch It

From the Blue Jays album by Justin Hayward and John Lodge of The Moody Blues.

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May 20, 2004

Poppies

As we approach Memorial Day, veterans all over the country will be accepting donations and distributing poppies in honor of the people we've lost in war. This effort seems much more poignant these days.

The significance of the poppy and its relation to veterans goes back to World War I. During the conflict, there were three battles in the region known as Flanders (covering parts of Belgium, France and the Netherlands). Beginning on April 22, 1915 and continuing for 17 days, one of the bloodiest conflicts took place, with over 100,000 casualties on either side. This area was (and is) known for their poppy fields, and the resilience of these flowers to grow there year after year despite the battles and bloodshed.

Later that year, a Canadian army surgeon named John MacRae who served in Flanders wrote a poem called "In Flanders Fields" which was the inspiration behind Remembrance Day in the UK, and the use of the poppy as a device to remember those who served and died in battle. The poem and a good analysis of it can be found here.

Additionally, the final episode of Black Adder Goes Forth, which takes place in the trenches in Flanders (a fine setting for a comedy show :-), ends with the cast 'going over the top' in one of these battles. The final scene dissolves from a raging battle scene to a peaceful poppy field.

On the next page, you'll find the lyrics to the Renaissance song "Remember." The first time I heard this, I thought it was a nice little 'nothing' song about poppies. It wasn't until a few years later when I learned the significance of everything mentioned in the song.

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June 9, 2004

Waiting For The Blessed Dark

As I mentioned in Sunday's blog entry, the soundtrack in my head covered a lot of territory while I was riding my bike through the woods.

At one point, I thought of XTC's brilliant Skylarking, because that album was practically glued inside my Walkman during the summer of 1987. It is, as the band's Andy Partridge described it, "a summer's day cooked into one cake."

Then my thoughts turned to the perfect counterpart to Skylarking: Shriekback's Big Night Music. If Skylarking is a summer's day, Big Night Music is the space between dusk and dawn, when all the creatures who have been asleep during the day come out to play. And haunt.

Interesting factoids: (1) both albums were released around the same time; and (2) one of the key players in Shriekback is Barry Andrews, who was XTC's keyboard player from 1977 to 1979. (1) is probably a coincidence, but when you hear the two albums together you can definitely hear the thematic complements.

The liner notes from the band on the album read as follows:

Big Night Music - songs to sing in your sleep. Shriekback celebrate the blessed dark the place where they were always most at home... Big Night Music is the shape and rhythm of two different kinds of nights: nights of heat and weirdness in which we alone are awake, humming with forbidden energy, nights into which we would not send our dogs wild sea and wet forest and eyes and teeth or those other nights fragrant with blossom, incandescent with moonlight and dreams, possessed by a cool beauty which evaporates with the dew.

It is, perhaps, worth mentioning that Big Night Music is entirely free of drum machines, sequencers, Fairlight Page R's - digital heartbeats of every kind. Seductive though they are, Shriekback have opted to make a different kind of music - one which exalts human frailty and the harmonious mess of nature over the simplistic reductions of our crude computers.

We Shrieks are well pleased with our record, (this side of smugness and occasionally the other) and we obviously hope you will buy it voraciously. But we also want to leave you with an intimation that the universe, all its horrors notwithstanding, is strange and marvellous; that love is the law and the drug and the pull and the push of all we do; that the pursuit of beauty is useful, honourable and healing; and that our actions in this time, in choosing forgiveness over vendetta, brilliance over mediocrity, the clean difficult way over the dubious easy option, will determine whether or not we will realise the wealth of possibilities implicit in our existence.

As for Shriekback, we have a suspicion that it's all going to be fine, just fine. With this in mind, here is Shriekback's fifth album - Big Night Music - and it's as good as we could make it. Now it's all yours...

Awesome. Not only are these the most accurate liner notes I've ever read, but probably among the most inspiring.

On to the music:

The album opens with a blast of horns and rhythms in the song "Black Light Trap". The lyrics are a stream-of-consciousness that reminds me of one of those dreams where everything happens so fast that you just go along for the ride, watching the images fly past.

From there, we're on to a less frenetic adventure with two guys who could be CIA operatives or just plain old hitmen. Or maybe neither of the above. "Gunning For The Buddha" also has the distinction of having the prettiest background vocals I've ever heard on a rock record.

"The Shining Path" and "The Reptiles and I" take us on moonlit walks through the jungle.

A little later, there's the underwater dream sequence "Underwaterboys", where all sorts of creatures and characters float through the song.

My favorite track on the album is "Exquisite." I'm immediately placed on the sand under the trees, near the bay of some steamy tropical jungle, in the relaxed pursuit of complete pleasure. The guitars, pianos, chimes, and percussion all flow together in a perfectly smooth mix of leisure and urgency. (This is a dangerous one to listen to while you're commuting to work. :-)

The album closes off with the very pretty lullaby "Cradle Song" which tells you that in spite of all the monsters and other critters who've invaded your dreams for the previous 40 minutes, everything is okay.

The CD has been out of print for a while, but there are copies to be found on ebay. It's definitely worth seeking out.

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July 5, 2004

A New Day For You

A Basia song that helped me get through a really tough time in my life.

This one's a shout-out...

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July 7, 2004

C30 C60 C90 Go

A couple weeks ago, I was listening to Bow Wow Wow's "C30 C60 C90 Go" and realized how appropriate the song is today, 20-some years after its release.

It's a tribute to portable cassette players and the beauty of being able to record what you want and carry it with you. The song also promotes the element of being a modern-day pirate.

(The lyrics are on the next page. I couldn't find them anywhere on the internet, so I transcribed them from listening to it. Now the lyrics are on the internet. :-)

In the late 1970s and early 1980s, the recording industry was whining about how home taping is killing the music business. Their position was that taping a song off the radio or from your friends' collections meant one less record sold. In fact, if you run across a major-label UK LP from that era, you'll likely see a little logo in the corner showing a cassette with crossbones underneath and the words "Home Taping is Killing Music." This led to a tax being levied on all blank tapes sold in the UK (and maybe in the US, too-- my memory is hazy on this).

Malcolm McLaren (BWW's manager) wrote this song in an attempt to get people to tape more: Be Pirates! Bow Wow Wow's label, EMI, wasn't even aware that this song promoted home taping until someone in the British Phonographic Industry (equivalent to our beloved RIAA) brought it to the attention of corporate executives.

What's interesting is that we've been in the same spot for the past few years with digital music players. If you subsititute "the internet" for "radio" and "iPod" for "cassette" in the lyrics the song suddenly becomes topical. Now the record companies are busting kids for downloading and offering their libraries through KaZaa and similar peer-to-peers.

I'm not advocating piracy on any level. I believe that people should be paid for what they do, whether it's recording an album or brewing a grande soy mocha (don't get me started on tip jars). And usually, when I want to share music with a friend, I will actually buy the CD and give it to them.

My position is that the business model the recording companies have operated under since the industry's beginning (two centuries ago-- well, in the late 1800s) has long since become obsolete. It used to be you'd stick a cylinder or shellac disc on your windup record player so you could hear songs and words from important and/or popular performers of the day. Unless he came to your town, you had no other way of hearing Caruso.

When radio appeared in the 1920s, all sorts of tumult came about because the artists now had another way of getting their work out there. Record companies started failing, and the only way the big ones survived were by being bought out by the companies now established in broadcasting (e.g. RCA, owner of NBC, bought Victor and the Columbia Broadcasting System bought the similarly-named but totally separate Columbia Phonograph Company).

Things were relatively calm until the 1970s when quality home taping equipment suddenly became affordable. The whining which McLaren took as opportunity started.

Fast forward to the late 1990s and you'll find Napster, KaZaa, WinMX, LimeWire, etc. etc. Guess whose collective undies are in a bunch again?

It would seem to me that if I were fighting the same battles every 20-30 years I would look at a different way of doing business.

Enter iTunes and the legal Napster.

According to the Wall Street Journal, iTunes has sold over 70 million downloads since its inception. The jury is out as to whether the venture has been successful, but the general sentiment is that financially it hasn't. From my experience as a consumer, 99 cents a song isn't so bad. I have to say, though, that for every 5 times I go to iTunes or Napster to download a song, 3 of those attempts are unsuccesful because they don't have the song I'm looking for. I usually get the dreaded "partial album" response or no listing for the artist at all.

I like CDs. I like having something tangible with artwork, liner notes, and lyrics that I can put on my table when it's playing and then on my shelf. I may rip the songs to my PC and load them on my iPod, but I like having a complete package that the artist presents as their work. That's something you don't get with a directory full of MP3s. Going all-digital is not the answer.

What should the industry do? I dunno. Hire me, pay me a few million dollars a year, and I'm sure I'll come up with something that's better than what's already there.

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July 28, 2004

I'd Like Some Kaffi Tunnulik

Suppose you're wandering around Greenland and you get a hankering for some really good Chinese food. Well, you no longer have to dream about the place around the corner back home: you can just mosey over to the Misigisaq Restaurant.

The menu is interesting, and as far as appetizers go I'm torn between the “Love at First Sight caribou meat on little sticks" or "Numbing Spicy Musk Ox." I'm willing to bet the seafood is seriously good, though.

And once I get tired of doing what I'm doing with my life, I may just open a franchise of this place.

The next time you fly to Europe, ask for a parachute about halfway through the flight. When they ask you why, just tell them you need some good Greenlandic-Chinese carryout.

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Tangentally related to restaurants: I was getting my bagel downstairs and they were playing Rickie Lee Jones' "Danny's All-Star Joint" overhead. I forgot what a cool song this is, so here it is.

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September 14, 2004

...As Long As Their Soda Cans Are Red White and Blue Ones

Our governor is talking about allowing soft drink companies to bid for the title "Official Beverage of Illinois." Here's an article about it.

This seems an astonishingly stupid idea on a number of levels.

Both Coca-Cola and Pepsi have huge bottling operations headquartered here, and this seems like a good way to give one of these guys an incentive to leave. (And considering 99% of the public-area vending machines in Illinois seem to be red, white, and blue, I'll bet eighty cents in exact change that I know who's gonna get the title.)

I am sure someone is going to protest this because it implies that the state is promoting people destroying their teeth, bones, and bathroom scales by ingesting fizzy, sugared, brown water. Unless somehow the state beverage is skim milk, perhaps-- but then there's a whole anti-lactose crowd waiting for their moment to strike.

I'd consider starting a grass-roots movement to make water the state drink of Illinois. The problem is there ain't no money in that, and we are rapidly learning that Mr. Blagojevich is all about the money.

I was a little surprised to learn that Illinois is not the first to consider this. New York's official drink is Snapple, San Diego's is Pepsi, and Houston's is Dr. Pepper. Other states have official snacks, too.

So why stop at Official Soft Drink? What about the Official Frozen Pizza (Home Run Inn gets my vote), Official Hot Dog (Double Char Cheddar Dog with Everything and extra Sport Peppers at Gold Coast Dogs), and Official Thing To Order at Starbucks (Grande Soy No-Whip Mocha)?

Oh well, at least I know which soda my mom will vote for.

This "everything's for sale" mindset made me think of the Cake song on the next page.

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December 9, 2004

Satan's iPod V: Holiday Edition

This is a tough blog entry to write because I could go on for days about Christmas songs that belong on The Dark One's player. I'll try to restrain myself, though.

The other day, we were at Pottery Barn and were subjected to the most God-awful rendition of holiday "music" I've ever heard. Some idiot took vocal clips from people like Bing Crosby and made "loops" of them and then lay them over a cheesy drum machine. The abomination that really burned me up was the version of "Happy Holiday" that seemed to go on for a half an hour. If Pottery Barn wanted customers to leave the store quickly, that's the way to do it-- just like one of those ultrasonic pest remover things you plug in.

I don't know if they're selling a CD of this stuff, but if you even consider buying it, shame on you. And the ghost of Jimmy Hardy will visit and haunt you until you change your ways.

Now, I could continue this entry with complaints about Madonna's horrible cover of "Santa Baby" or the Singing Dogs or Paul McCartney's "Wonderful Christmastime" being firmly entrenched in the top 5 of Satan's favorites, but since it's the holiday season I'm going to switch gears for a minute. Give the Red Dude a break, you know?

For some reason, this seems to be the year that decent Christmas songs are popping up. There are at least two new (well, new to me) versions of Roy Wood's "I Wish It Could Be Christmas Everyday" in regular rotation on stores' overhead music systems, which is great. I've also heard Slade's "Merry Xmas Everybody," Mud's "Lonely This Christmas," and Chris Rea's "Driving Home For Christmas" a few times in the past few weeks-- all great songs that get a lot of play in Europe and the UK, but you never hear them here. Yay to whoever is picking up on these songs!

And it's no surprise that some of these songs all appear in my favorite Christmas movie, Bernard and the Genie. Seriously-- everybody needs to see this movie. (It's just been released on DVD, too, so there's no excuse for those of you who are VHS-challenged.)

One song that would probably make Satan's iPod and is still redeeming in a non-Happy Holidays way is "Fairytale of New York" by The Pogues with Kirsty MacColl. The lyrics are on the next page, but they're not for the faint of heart. I laugh whenever my local Irish pub owner, Derek, plays this on the PA because I don't think the customers catch the lyrics. It's The Pogues, after all, so don't expect something shiny and happy.

Finally, I've seen the term "Satan's iPod" starting to crop up around the internet lately. If this is my little contribution to popular culture, then enjoy it with my compliments. :-)

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December 24, 2004

Yes, Everywhere It's Christmas

Everywhere it's Christmas,
Everywhere it's song
London, Paris, Rome, New York,
Tokyo, Hong Kong
Oh, Everywhere it's Christmas,
and I'm off to join the cheer!
Everywhere it's Christmas
at the end of every year!
Oh, Everywhere it's Christmas
at the end of every year!

That little bit from the Beatles' 1966 Christmas record, "Pantomime," keeps rolling through my head. I figured if I put it here the music would stop.

Okay, call it sentimental or cheesy, but once again I am sitting here on Christmas Eve saying that there is still magic in the world. No doubt about it.

Downtown Chicago, at least my end of it, is deserted today. Our day started with an early Christmas Eve day breakfast at CNA. Becky is in the office with me today, writing in her blog. We're probably going to make an early day of it.

The shopping is all done, Santa's getting his sleigh charged up, my coworker Bob V's annual Christmas CD is playing, and I believe the lasagne will be in the oven in a couple hours.

The next page features a poem that my knifemaker buddy Bob wrote this year.

Merry Christmas.

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February 8, 2005

Pączki Day

If you'll remember last year's posting about Pączkis... well, today being Fat Tuesday, Glenn did it again. I had a dozen of these things sitting in my cube at about 9:00 am, and it's now about 3:00 pm and there are three and half left (yeah, a half...). I only had one today, so I am already ahead of the game from last year.

Happy Mardi Gras, whether you're partying in New Orleans, Rio de Janeiro, Venice, or anywhere else in the world.

On the next page, we have the lyrics for Tribalistas' "Carnavalia." I thought I posted the lyrics here before, but I guess I didn't. Anyway, today it's an appropriate song, since it's about (oddly enough) Carnaval.

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April 8, 2005

It's Growing Green

It was another beautiful Spring day in Chicago, and the song on the next page has been running through my head all day.

From XTC's Skylarking, this is a little tune about the seasonal changes and who's behind it all. (It's also a display of Andy Partridge's wordsmithing, in his ability to rhyme "umbilical" and "cycle."

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May 10, 2005

Sloop John B

Today would have been my brother Dick's 51st birthday. In his memory, here's one of his favorite Beach Boys songs.

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June 19, 2005

Tumbleweed Connection

This was one of the first Elton John albums I owned. It was his second major-label release (in this country), and shows what Elton and lyricist Bernie Taupin were capable of before all the flash that followed a couple years later.

The album has an old-west feel to it, which Taupin attributes largely to his hearing The Band's Music From Big Pink. What makes it fascinating is that Tumbleweed Connection is a British album by British artists, yet you can see and almost hear the trains in songs like "Country Comfort" and "Son of Your Father" and the girl in the haystack in "Amoreena." "Come Down in Time" and Leslie Duncan's "Love Song" still stand as great expressions of love lost and discovered.

Since today is Father's Day, this lyric, while somewhat sad, fits in as a tribute to fathers.

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October 16, 2005

Indian Summer

We've had great weather this weekend, mostly in the upper 60s. I snapped the photo above from my dining room window, but the picture doesn't do justice to the color that was blazing there.

This reminded me of a song by The Dream Academy, called (coincidentally enough) "Indian Summer." This was from their 1987 album Remembrance Days, an album I was playing a lot at that time because the stock market had just crashed and the group I was working in had to be at the Chicago Board of Trade Building around the clock, and the team's cassette player was the only way of keeping our sanity. (This was the other album I was listening to a lot, along with this.)

The Dream Academy was a post-punk folk-almost-progressive-rock band that was discovered by David Gilmour of Pink Floyd. They had a top-10 hit in the US with their song "Life in a Northern Town," which has appreared on many 80s compilation CDs. Their music was also a favorite of John Hughes, and Dream Academy songs are all over Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Planes Trains and Automobiles.

When I was searching for the lyrics on the next page, I found this Dream Academy fan site which, in addition to having lots of information about band, lists me in their "thank yous." I probably gave some info on the band to a Usenet group back in the day, since I owned a bunch of Dream Academy rarities. That was a nice little discovery for a Sunday afternoon.

Enjoy the weather. Soon we'll be closing the windows.

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July 7, 2009

Carpet of the Sun

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For the last several years, I've said that my ideal job for when I retire-- or win the lottery-- would be as a starter at a golf club. It's not so much for the love of the game (I'm an average player at best) as it is the fact that it's just a very cool place to be. Think about it: it's very difficult to not be in a good mood when you're heading out there first thing in the morning. I want to be the guy who looks down at the first green, sees a putt sink, and then says, "Okay, guys, go ahead."

Well, that's my ideal retirement job, anyway.

The song in today's posting is Renaissance's "Carpet of the Sun," from their Ashes Are Burning album. Renaissance was a folk/rock/classical band that grew out of the end of the 60s band The Yardbirds: one set of guys went off and became Led Zeppelin, the others became Renaissance, and the two groups couldn't be more unlike each other.

(For more information on the group, visit The Northern Lights Renaissance Web Site, of which I am co-editor. I also wrote the liner notes to the 1997 reissue of Ashes Are Burning.)

Now back to golf.

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The first time I heard "Carpet of the Sun" was probably sometime in my late teen years. I remember listening to the song and suddenly a visual popped into my head of the time my dad and I played a round of golf at the Mt Prospect Golf Club. I was probably 13 or 14 at the time we played, and when I heard this song a few years later the memory of that early Saturday morning was still fresh in my head: the summer sun shining brightly over the fairways, the grass still wet from the night before. And it was so quiet except for the birds and the occasional voices from my dad or the people playing nearby.

Over the years, I would occasionally drive by the golf club and every so often "Carpet of the Sun" would pop into my head as that vivid memory came back. I'd always thought about taking my camera out there early one morning and trying to capture what's been lurking in this brain of mine for all these years. This morning, I hopped on my bike and rode the two-and-change miles to the course and snapped the photos on this page. I think I was successful.

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It's moments like this that make me hope I'm giving my girls happy memories that, while very simple, will stay with them for years. And maybe Emma or Becca will connect this with a song that calls back those moments so vividly.

There are several versions of "Carpet of the Sun" available, but I prefer the original arrangement. This is a YouTube video that contains that version of the song while showing a visual of the album cover.

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October 20, 2009

Diariamente - Marisa Monte



This is a nice little song from Marisa Monte's 1991 album Mais. "Diariamente" runs down a list of everyday things, set to a simple acoustic guitar.


I bought this CD just before my daughter Becca was born, and this was one of the songs that I used to play for her when she got fussy. It seemed to work back then. :)


Here are the lyrics in Portuguese so you can sing along, and as they appeared in the English translation on the American pressing of the album, which will help the video make sense.


Diariamente

(Nando Reis)

Para calar a boca: ricino

Para lavar a roupa: Omo

Para viagem longa: jato

Para difíceis contas: calculadora

Para o pneu na lona: jacaré

Para a pantalona: nesga

Para pular a onda: litoral

Para lápis ter ponta: apontador

Para o Pará e o Amazonas: Látex

Para parar na Pamplona: Assis

Para trazer à tona: homem-rà

Para a melhor azeitona: Ibéria

Para o presente da noiva: marzipà

Para Adidas o Conga: Nacional

Para o Outono a folha: exclusão

Para embaixo da sombra: guarda-sol

Para toda as coisas: dicionário

Para que fiquem prontas: paciência

Para dormir a fronha: madrigal

Para brincar na gangorra: dois

Para fazer uma toca: bobs

Para beber uma Coca: drops

Para ferver uma sopa: graus

Para a luz lá na roça: 220 volts

Para vigias em ronda: café

Para limpar a lousa: apagador

Para o beijo da moça: paladar

Para uma voz muito rouca: hortelã

Para a cor roxa: ataúde

Para a galocha: verlon

Para ser moda: melancia

Para abrir a rosa: temporada

Para aumentar a vitrola: Sábado

Para a cama de mola: hóspede

Para trancar bem a porta: cadeado

Para que serve a calota: Volkswagen

Para quem não acorda: balde

Para a letra torta: pauta

Para parecer mais nova: Avon

Para os dias de prova: amnésia

Para estourar pipoca: barulho

Para quem se afoga: isopor

Para levar na escola: condução

Para os dias de folga: namorado

Para o automóvel que capota: guincho

Para fechar uma aposta: paraninfo

Para quem se comporta: brinde

Para a mulher que aborta: repouso

Para saber a resposta: vide-o-verso

Para escolher a compota: Jundiaí

Para a menina que engorda: hipofagi

Para a comida das orcas: krill

Para o telefone que toca

Para a água lá na poça

Para a mesa que vai ser posta

Para você o que você gosta: diariamente


For shutting up: mouth wash

For washing clothes: Tide

For a long trip: a jet

For difficult sums: a calculator

For a flat tire: a jack

For a pair of trousers: a patch

To leap over the wave: shoreline

For a pencil to have a point: sharpener

For Para and Amazonas: latex

To end up at Pamplona: Assisi

To bring to the surface: frogman

For the best olives: Iberia

To give to the bride: marzipan

For Adidas the Conga we make

Autumn to the leaf: left out

To use in the shade: parasol

For all things: a dictionary

For things to get done: patience

To sleep under sheets: madrigal

To play on a seesaw: two

To put your hair up: curlers

To drink a Coke: soda pop

To boil a soup: degrees

For the lights in the country: 220 volts

For the watchman on his rounds: coffee

To clean the blackboard: an eraser

For the young girl's kiss: flavor

For a very hoarse voice: peppermint

For the color purple: a coffin

For rubbers: vulcanize

To keep up with fashion: a melon

For the rose to bloom: a season

To turn up the record player: Saturday

For the box spring mattress: houseguests

To shut the door tight: a lock

What's the hubcap for: Volkswagen

For someone who won't wake up: a pail

For crooked writing: lines on the page

To look new again: Avon

For the day of the exam: amnesia

To pop popcorn: noise

For someone who's drowning: styrofoam

To take us to school: transportation

For days off: a boyfriend

For a car that turns over: a towtruck

To secure a bet: a sponsor

For someone who behaves: a treat

For a woman after an abortion: rest

To find out the answer: see the back

To choose your preserves: Jundiai

For the girl who gets fat: diet pills

To feed the killer whales: plankton

For the phone that rings

For the water in the well

For the table that's about to be set

For you what you like: everyday

About Lyric of the Day

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