Oh my heavens

This may be the coolest music-thing ever (via CuriousGirl):

Musicplasma

Clever (IMHO) solution to pet peeve

My favorite new music magazine, Paste Magazine, sends out a sampler CD every month with 20+ complete tracks.  This is a huge bonus, and makes the subscription worth it in and of itself, as far as I’m concerned.

The only bad thing is that the track listings are *on* the CD, which makes it sort of difficult to type them in during the ripping process (and putting them in after is a bigger pain) since you can’t see the listings when the CD is in the drive.

My ever-so-clever solution is to scan the front of the CD, then stick it in the drive.  Ta-dah!  I can read the track names *and* rip the CD.  Yah me.

Per Absolutely Vile’s request

The Psychedelic Furs are currently on tour and getting ready to make their way across the US! To get the skinny on what cities they’ll be playing, visit burneddowndays.com/live — and while you’re there, add your email address to the mailing list to be notified when future tour dates are added.
(brought to you by franklyvulgar)

eeee-yikes! This is me:

Earworm

… Nearly everybody has been mentally tortured at one point in their lives by an “earworm” — a tune that keeps repeating itself over and over in their heads.

The research also indicates that people who get the most earworms tend to listen to music frequently and have neurotic habits, such as biting pencils or tapping fingers …

My most recent “earworm” is the song Careful, by Guster, thanks to one of my favorite bloggers, LJC. Over and over. I had to download it from iTunes with my free Pepsi cap. I listened to it (I am not joking here) at lest 10 times in a row Thursday night. I looked up the lyrics, so I could sing along while listening to it ten times in a row Thursday night.

It is a really good song, though. :)

CONCERT DATE NEEDED — TONIGHT Friday

Members of Athens GA bands Cosmic Charlie and Fuzzy Sprouts will be teaming up to play the following Abbey Road LIVE! shows in celebration of George Harrison’s birthday. The band will be performing the Beatles’ Abbey Road album LIVE in its entirety, along with a slew of other Beatles material. Join us for these memorable and festive shows!

Doors: 8:30 pm
Show: 9:30 pm

Anyone want to go with me? I have two extra tickets – FREE!!! @Cat’s Cradle

Oh dear.

I still like the short story Ender’s Game (yes, much better than the novel, IMHO), but I have lost a great deal of respect for Orson Scott Card as a person.  I used to believe that the more intelligent someone was the more likely it would be that they would be open-minded.  Articles such as this one have caused me to seriously re-think this.

Orson’s style in this article reminds me of one of my other “favorite” conservatives, Bernie Reeves. Bernie is the publisher of Metro Magazine, a local publication that has a very good (and forward-thinking) music critic (Philip Van Vleck, who covers up-and-coming local “alternative” favorites such as Tift Merritt and Caitlin Cary), and incredibly (IMHO) narrow-minded viewpoints on just about everything else.

Aside: I *really* don’t understand the thinking here from a marketing point-of-view… the rest of the magazine is aimed at white, conservative upper-middle class, republican “professionals” — do they really think these people listen to Tift or Caitlin or Jon Shain?  Last I checked, the folks at these shows (at the Cat’s Cradle and the Lincoln Theater were wearing t-shirts with political statements more along the line of “LOVE YOUR COUNTRY FEAR YOUR GOVERNMENT” than “I *heart* George Bush.”  But anyway.

For whatever reason they keep sending me this magazine, even though I’ve never subscribed and would never subscribe.  Weird.

Anyway, here’s a typical statement from Bernie Reeves:

Talking trash: In a weird confluence of extremism from the far sides of the political spectrum, citizens of Raleigh are being herded into a gulag of misery. The Politburo we used to call the City Council is being shoved into policies concocted by the City staff apparatchiks—themselves serving extreme pressure groups—and are instituting a trial garbage pick-up scheme. Citizens are to forego twice-a-week yard collection to once-a-week curbside pick-up after stuffing their trash in special containers provided by Big Brother himself.

It appears that the North Raleigh anti-tax zealots have teamed up with the fanatic environmentalists to screw the taxpayers.

Yep.  They’re picking up the trash once a week in standardized containers (which are more easily handled by the trucks).  Truly an outrage.

Here’s another beaut:

Today school is dominated by a hodge-podge of unrelated and contradictory ersatz values cooked up by political theorists to attempt to please every passing fad. If things go wrong at home with students, there is no longer a core system at school to absorb the student, just counseling, another field afflicted with superficial theories. Learning is spasmodic, social interaction is polluted by the fear of upsetting the politically correct regime, and the delicate yet tempestuous interaction between the sexes is a minefield of potential danger. The new educational regime disdains normal male behavior and elevates the female. Problem kids are always boys, nine times out of 10. Is there a connection between the emasculation of the male and the violence in schools today? Even participation in athletics requires a balancing act and obeisance to an artificial reality between the sexes.

Aye yi yi.

Ok, so what was my point?  Oh yeah, Orson Scott Card’s article seems to be coming from this same (frighteningly small-minded) point-of-view.  Here’s a quote from OSC:

[…] not only are two sexes required in order to conceive children, children also learn their sex-role expectations from the parents in their own family. This is precisely what large segments of the Left would like to see break down. And if it is found to have unpleasant results, they will, as always, insist that the cure is to break down the family even further.

HUH?  What does the marriage of two loving, consenting adults have to do with sex-role expectations of children in a two-parent, heterosexual family?

And a little more:

What happens now if children grow up in a society that overtly teaches that homosexual partnering is not “just as good as” but actually is marriage?

Once this is regarded as settled law, anyone who tries to teach children to aspire to create a child-centered family with a father and a mother will be labeled as a bigot and accused of hate speech.
[…]
The propaganda mill will pound our children with homosexual marriage as a role model. We know this will happen because we have seen the fanatical Left do it many times before.
[…]
In other words, society will bend all its efforts to seize upon any hint of homosexuality in our young people and encourage it.

I think he’s genuinely trying to make the argument that if homosexual marriage is legal, it will somehow create more gay kids and that will somehow derail the “reproductive train” of our country.

Now I’m depressed.

OUCHALICIOUS

WARNING. This is *BAD* (but in a “seven-ambulances-full-of-burn-victims-colliding-almost-gotta-watch-but-feel-terrible-about-it-kind-of-way”):
The Beatles meets Pop Music Mashups (my friend Brian’s term)

Blog steam

I usually run out of blog steam on Friday. Too pooped to post.

Tonight, the Cherish the Ladies* show with Jacintha at Stewart Theater — should be marvelous. Tomorrow: uber-indulgent spa day incl. glycolic peel (!). A fresher-faced Gina to emerge. Then dinner in Raleigh — I’m voting for Melting Pot, though Shabu-Shabu** is close. Sunday over to Tim & Kim’s house to help them pack for move to new house.

* When I was in Ireland the first time (1998) with Meghan, I fell in love with a song called Inisheer that Pader, the flautist in the local pubs in Doolin, played. When I came home I had to had to find a copy of the song (which is beautiful, haunting and sort-of mournful). Enter Cherish the Ladies, who had recorded a wonderful version of it. I still miss Pader, though. (Probably not surprising that Pader looked a little like Kevin Spacey….mmmmmm.)

** I’ve always said “SHA-bu SHA-bu” but the other day I heard a radio ad where they pronounced it “sha-BA sha-BU”. Perhaps Melting Pot will be easier. ;-)

Simon & Garfunkel – 7 O’Clock News/Silent

Maybe the saddest song I’ve ever heard. I don’t often start to weep for no particular reason other than a song, but this one got me.

Backlog of interesting (to me, at any rate) bits

The week before Thanksgiving Jeff and I went to Ian Anderson (lead vocalist and flutist for Jethro Tull). It was an interesting format show… sort of a semi-talk show semi-concert. Bob the Blade, an WRDU DJ who has been on radio stations around the Triangle for as long as I can remember, co-hosted. Here are my take-aways:

1) the guy can really play some flute
2) after a certain point, an affected singing style (as much as you might like it to start with) becomes a wee bit annoying
3) no one seems to be able to answer the question: “Is Jethro Tull a ‘guy thing'”?

On the last, Ian had asked for questions from the audience. Given my propensity for keeping my mouth shut (none), you’d figure that I’d have one.

Background:
a) Looking around the audience, it was 65-70% male
b) There were many “clumps of men” who attended the show as a group. Going to shows as a single-sex group is fairly common, I think, amongst women (at least the ones I know), but (perhaps because of the shows I tend to go see), seems to be pretty rare for guys.
c) At several times in my past (most memorably in high school) people have been surprised that I like Tull(1) . Now that could be a *me* thing, but it has alwasts seemed to be a “surprised that a girl likes them” thing. (Same thing happens with Rush).

(1) Tim (sung in response to something about having a cold or something else that was a good segue): “Snot running down her nose …”
Me: “Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes…”

At that point several people turned and goggled at me, surprised, I think that I knew a Tull song.

So my question (after having told the story above) was: “Is Jethro Tull a guy thing.” I don’t think Ian “got it” as his answer seemed mainly concerned with whether Jethro Tull was a guy *name* (duh). Bob the Blade “got it” though, and asked (after Ian had explained that Jethro Tull was a male name): “No, but really, do you think it’s a ‘guy thing’.” The answer, I admit, was unsatisfactory (something about sex and something about rock, but nothing really useful).

I, however, felt validated as several women cheered when I first asked the question (perhaps also having had the experience of people being shocked upon discovering they liked Tull too).