Do a live action reunion of the Dungeons and Dragon cartoon and get REM’s bassplayer to play the wizard.
So I was giving Gish another chance tonight. The uptempo songs remain pretty good. The slow ones aren’t bad. The rest of Smashing Pumpkins’ career never hit the same lean peaks.
Anyway. My favorite song on the re-listen was “Tristessa.” It’s got a bunch of snaky little riffs, a tight groove and a guitar solo that blasts out of the speakers like a Led Zeppelin 1 song. There’s really nothing I don’t like about it, actually. Even the vocals are nicely indecipherable.
But the opening riff sounded incredibly familiar. I went spelunking around my brain and realized why: candy flavored Canadian hot topicals Sum 41 stole it for their one song. (skip to the 30 second mark for it to kick in.)
I know I’m down a real “who gives a shit” rabbit hole here so I’ll be cut my losses. I’m just surprised that reputed diva control freak emotional roller coaster rider Billy Corgan never flipped out publicly about it.
I’ve had a DVD copy of the movie “Dig” for at least five years but have held off watching it because I didn’t care about its two musical subjects, the Dandy Warhols and Brian Jonestown Massacre.
I expected an exercise in self-mythology for two bands that deserved their obscurity. Suprise, surprise: when I finally watched the movie my indifference to the bands made it better.
The bands are insignificant and mediocre. Consequently, when they act like big deals, it’s hilarious. I’ve been obsessing about them both for days. Continue reading
The other night, I was thinking about how much I liked the theme song to “Taxi.” Once you get past the misdirection of the overly sweet opening flute theme, it’s a mellow, lightly moody Fender Rhodes keyboard workout that subtly picks up momentum as it goes along.
I hadn’t heard the song in years, but I remembered how it made me feel (a little sad but content, fond of Andy Kaufman and Christopher Lloyd). Its title is “Angela” and its composer/performer is Bob James. Light internet research showed James has the unfortunate habit of being described as one of the founders of smooth jazz, one of the most correctly reviled forms of music there is.James’ music doesn’t sound like the frictionless muzak I know of as smooth jazz. Take “Nautilus,” one of his two other hits. It’s atmospheric, bordering on sinister.
And then there’s “Take me to Mardis Gras.” I don’t want to give anything away, but the opening 30 seconds or so made me jump out of my chair. Yeah, it’s the same guy who wrote the theme from “Taxi.” He’s been in the background, playing music for decades now.
I quit smoking about five years ago. In those five years, I haven’t wanted a cigarette once, which is a fact that surprises me every time I think about it. When I smoked, I dreaded quitting, imagining that it would be a state of always wanting to smoke again. When I stopped, I realized I love not smoking. Every single day as a non smoker is better than being a smoker. Once you get over the first month or so of going without smoking, it’s really great and you won’t miss smoking at all. I have no idea why they haven’t made an anti-smoking commercial that just says that.
So while all that’s true, I wanted to take a moment to point out some hidden upsides to smoking. None of them are compelling enough to make me want to smoke again, but they are real and they have an undeniable significance. Continue reading
I fell into a deep Beatles rabbit hole in the last couple of months and only recently emerged. I had all these observations and thoughts on the Beatles and wanted to write them up while the effects of the spell were still somewhat recent. The first was a definitive list of the worst Beatles songs. But while that’s an interesting, if not original, idea, I realized the more surprising observations were on what weren’t the worst Beatles songs once I started looking for them.
A couple months ago, I came to the conclusion that Al Pacino is the worst actor in the world while watching Heat. Today, I saw Dog Day Afternoon for the first time and I changed my mind. Continue reading
AKA: what happens when I’m alone in the room with a flip video camera and an early 80s digital keyboard.
So I checked the Billboard chart on a whim today, expecting to have some nice cringe in when I played the top selling single in America. I was pleasantly surprised to when I heard the song itself.
Bruno Mars’ “Locked Out of Heaven” is surprisingly great for the following reasons and probably more.
Anyway, the number two song is some garbage by Taylor Swift that was as bad as I hoped the number one song would be, so everybody wins.
I’m feeling grateful for Congressman Todd Akin these days. For the first time ever, he’s let me, a straight-C high school biology student, feel smugly superior about my understanding of human anatomy. Secondly, he’s prompted me to learn something about the Republican membership of the
Congressional Committee on Science, Space and Technology, a committee Akin is a member of despite not understanding basic science.
Judging from the name, you’d hope that the committee would be a bunch of high minded folks who respect science, inquiry and whatnot. Sadly, it’s more of a dumping ground for dummies, meanies and crazies. Continue reading