Like a Glove

I got this from my good friend Annie.
This will meme me out for a while but this one was damn good . . . and fun too.

These are the rules:
1. Go to the Billboard #1 Hits listings (scroll down and you’ll seen them separated by decades on the left in the sidebar)
2. Pick a year you were in high school
3. Get yourself nostalgic over the songs of that year
4. Pick 5 songs and write something about how these songs affected you
5. Pass it on to 5 more people

 

Fame – David Bowie

What I remember most about this song is its infectious beat.
It had all the elements of a cool funk tune blended seamlessly into a rock anthem. Girls liked to dance to it and us guys used to like to watch.
I also loved the weird vocal stuff Bowie did with his vocals in the studio.
A classic tune for me. I love Bowie.

You’re having my baby – Paul Anka

I’m going to cut to the chase here.
This song buuuhlows and Anka should have had his junk blown off just for recording it. This is a total lameass piece of musical shit.
And that’s giving it something.
This ‘baby’ should have had a clinic visit long before it ever gave birth on the AM airwaves.
This song makes Rosemary’s Baby seem like a Walt Disney character.
Really crass . . . sorry.

The Joker – Steve Miller

“Some people call me the space cowboy yeah
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
[insert your woo-woo HERE]
Cause’ I speak of the pompetous of love”

When they talk about songwriting it’s all about “the hook”, the line that grabs the listener.
This song had more hooks than my Uncle Bill’s tackle box.
IMHO, when you can combine space cowboy, gangster of love and pompetus ( a word that doesn’t even exist) in one song and make it sound like pure poetry, you’re a frickin’ genius and Steve Miller is damn close.
To this day, Miller remains prolific and ultimately solid as a songwriter.
His melodies will hopefully be around for generations to come.
Aren’t they lucky?
You bet your bippie.

Free Ride – Edgar Winter Group

This song brings me way back.
Remember Tango, Blackberry Brandy and Sloe Gin Fizz?
I used to go to concerts played by popular area bands on Saturday nights at the Middle School in my hometown.
Ah, the memories.
There was usually one stall in the boy’s room coated with Tango splash monkeys by the end of the night.
This song made you feel better even though you were already feeling pretty damn good.
How can you not love that?

You Light Up My Life – Debbie Boone

Another song from the gurgling bowels of some netherworld I’m obviously unaware of.
It even has one of the smarmiest lines of lyrics anyone ever had the sack to write:

“It can’t be wrong, when it feels so right . . .”

It makes me feel better when I make believe the songwriter was talking about sticking his head straight up his ass, an observation this song truly deserves.
If you must know, yes, I’ve played this song for many weddings (and spit anything coming up into an empty Heineken bottle)
(and yes, I’m kidding…I usually vomit after the set, I’m a pro).
The only thing that would have made this song even remotely salvageable is if it were totally re-worked (and I mean totally) by the Talking Heads or Devo.

 

A few songs that didn’t make the list—

We gotta get you a woman – Todd Rundgren (I love Rundgren)

Tears of a Clown
– Smokey Robinson (how can you not like this tune?)

How can you mend a broken heart?
– Bee Gees (I know. Gay.)

Uncle Albert – McCartney (weird tune. that’s me.)

Frankenstein – Edgar Winter Group (albinos just can’t be this funky, he must be an alien)

There’s my list of 5 (+) tunes.
I could go on for days but . . .
I’m not tagging anyone but I’d love to see Hannah, Evyl, Miriam, Yvonne and Zoe do a post.
How’s about it guys?

~m




 

 

 

A Fiver from Mr. Crippens

The following is a meme I saw at Alabaster Crippens blog and thought it looked like fun and found it oddly creative.
It’s all about what someone wants to know about you.
It’s revealing and quite personal and the charming Mr. Crippens has graciously come up with five fascinating questions.
For those of you that visit me on a regular basis you may think you know how I’ll answer…then again, maybe not.
Be sure to visit ‘Alabaster Crippens Doesn’t Know What’s Going On’ for one hell of a ride.
Now onto the questions. . .

1. When were the last time you cried and the last time you laughed? (I mean really cried and really laughed…a proper belly laugh)

The last time I really cried was the day of my mother’s funeral.
Emotionally, I was fine at the wake and hell; I gigged the night she died.
Knowing her as I did she would have wanted the show to go on.
I learned of her passing on the way to my gig. Read ‘Angel’.
I was doing alright at the church until afterwards when we walked outside into the bright July sunshine.
That’s when I heard ‘Danny Boy’ being played by bagpipes.
That lonely and haunting song on such a day opened up the faucets for me.
I cried for myself, a father who was too far gone mentally to even attend, my wife and daughters for all they’d been through and witnessed.
But most of all I cried for a special woman that didn’t deserve the biological fate that consumed her heart and soul before leaving behind a duplicate husk for us to remember her by.

I was watching TV several weeks ago when I clicked on a stand-up comedian named
Jim Gaffigan.
Usually, I watch for a few minutes before moving on to the Food Network hoping Giada DiLaurentis is doing something creative like jello wrestling with kittens.
But Gaffigan floored me and delivered multiple belly laughs so I continued to watch.
The routine was called “Beyond the Pale” and had me almost crying. (my wife, too)
After the show was over I figured I’d check ITunes to see if they had anything by this guy. Turns out they had the audio for ‘Pale’, the show I’d just watched.
I think I pulled a groin muscle leaping up to get out my credit card.

2. What do you value most in your marriage?

This is difficult simply because there are a vast number of appropriate answers that fit.
If I had to choose one thing it would be the fact that we are each other’s best friend.
We embrace the notion of compromise in our marriage, the day to day ‘give and take’ that any successful marriage must have in order to survive.
On my wife’s behalf I will say that over the years she’s had more to contend with regarding my life. I’m a creative being which makes me moody and a general pain in the ass sometimes, but every time I need her, I turn around and she’s there.
I’ve come to believe that’s what friends do.

3. Your house is on fire…you’re the only one inside…what do you grab before you run outside?

I’m thinking this is the easiest of all the questions. I’d take our three cats: Sherlock, Opus and Guinness. If I had no cats the only thing that comes to mind are a set of rosary beads that once belonged to my grandfather (Mom’s side). They’re archaic but stunning.

4. Would you rather be deaf or blind?

I’ll take ‘blind’ for 1000, Mr. Crippens.
Seriously, if I were deaf this is a partial list of sounds I would never have the chance to hear:
* my wife’s voice
* my daughter’s laughing
* the words “I love you”
* music
* thunder
* the ocean
* the wind
* the sound of rain
* a cat’s purr
* Michael McDonald’s voice
* birds
And on and on and on, ad nauseum
I don’t think I’d be a very happy camper, do you?

5. How would you like to be remembered?

There are the obvious things; a good husband, a fair and loving Dad, a dear friend that was always willing to listen.
I want people to smile at my wake and say, remember when Michael did this or Michael did that…
I would want people to feel their lives were changed (for the better) in some small way because of me.
I hope people will smile if they see a bumper sticker on my casket that reads:
‘Promoted to Subterranean Truffle Inspector’
Hopefully, they’ll laugh and say, “Man, he was nuts.”

~m (atilde)

ps. {AC, the post pic is especially for you. . . grinning}

 

Rachmaninoff's hands

It has been said that Rachmaninoff had enormous hands.
Judging from the pieces I’ve tried to play over the years (with limited success), I would have to agree.
The guy must have had mitts like the Jolly Green Giant.
Could Sergei palm a basketball?
Probably.
Could Magic Johnson play the Prelude in C-Sharp Minor?
Definitely not.
Check this guy out.
It’s not Sergei but he’s creative as all hell.
Thanks to Dawn for sending the link.
~m

Rachmaninoff’s hands

It has been said that Rachmaninoff had enormous hands.
Judging from the pieces I’ve tried to play over the years (with limited success), I would have to agree.
The guy must have had mitts like the Jolly Green Giant.
Could Sergei palm a basketball?
Probably.
Could Magic Johnson play the Prelude in C-Sharp Minor?
Definitely not.
Check this guy out.
It’s not Sergei but he’s creative as all hell.
Thanks to Dawn for sending the link.
~m

Brecker

Michael Brecker died of leukemia this past Saturday and not surprisingly
the jazz world seems to be just a bit less. . . for me anyway.
If you think you’ve never heard of Brecker, think again.
Check his discography as a session player.
I’ve no doubt you’ll say, oh my God.
I’ve listened to him for over 25 years and have loved everything he ever gave to the listening world. I was fortunate enough to see him play many years ago at Paul’s Mall in Boston.
Brecker was 57 years old.
I found this tribute at YouTube and thought it was a peaceful, albeit sad way to remember a man that inspired me in many ways.
Rest in peace, MB …

~m

Triport OE

phones

 

For Christmas, my wife got me a pair of Bose Triport IE headphones (In-Ear) knowing how much music I listen to on my daily journey back and forth from Boston.
I have a Nano Ipod that’s always loaded with all kinds of funky stuff.
From Mojo Nixon (Elvis is everywhere) to Anita Baker and Nine Inch Nails, I have some pretty cool stuff.
I’ve been using this pair of Sony earbuds for a few years now and my wife thought it would be nice if I had something just a bit better if only to improve the quality of sound.

She thought a Bose product would be a vast improvement to my current earbuds.

And at 99$ a pop, you would think these buds would sing, right?

I immediately put them in and gave them a trial listen.
It was early Christmas morning so I chalked up my blasé first impression to the fact that I’d only had one cup of coffee.
Maybe more Joe was needed to awaken my ‘rock and roll’ battered auditory senses.

I gave the Triport IE headphones a good listening to on the way to Boston on the following day.
Halfway to Beantown, I pulled them out and thought, God, these suck.

They weren’t any better than the crappy Sony buds I’d been using.
I was gobsmacked.

In short, the IE buds sounded boxy (blatant and annoying midrange), bottom heavy (bass up the ass), and lacking in anything resembling vocal sibilance (1.5Hz +).

I’m thinking, this is a Bose product, it should blow me away.
It really didn’t.

The icing on the proverbial cake comes when you put the damn things in your ears.
They feel like you’re inserting a cold and jelly-like cadaver finger into your auditory canal. Eeegaaads….

Must be me.

I called Bose the next day and said I wanted to return the buds, the rep asked me why.

Because they sound like shit, I said.

Ahhh, customer dissatisfaction, he said.

 

The buds were a distant memory the next day and I was back with my crappy Sony plugs and feeling a bit downtrodden.

Fast forward to a few days ago;

I’m at Target with my wife and go to see what they have for headphones.
The first thing I see is a row of neatly displayed Bose Triport IE earbuds.
Noooo, Thanks.

Next to the earbuds is a Bose display of two new headphones; one that covers the ear ($139.95) and one that ‘sits’ on the ear (OE @ $179.95).

I fell in love with the OE’s because they were foldable and sounded incredible in the store.
Obviously, they were the more expensive of the two sets of headphones but hey, I’m just being honest.
Don’t waste your time looking for a better price. It doesn’t exist.

My Christmas/ Birthday present turned out to be a pair of the OE’s.

These headphones make NIN a religious experience.
If you can believe anyone, believe me.
If you passionately listen to music on headphones, throw me a bone and click on the picture above.
My French Riviera chateau awaits…

 

~m

Nano's and Mini's and Itunes, oh my

I hate Saturday trains. They’re crowded with a repulsive number of loud and obnoxious families traveling with offspring that need to be made into a kiddie stew.

Thank the technological Gods for my Ipod: the keeper of my sometimes fragile sanity.

I spend between 12-15 hours on the train to and from Boston each week and my current Ipod Shuffle (512MGs) only has enough memory for @115 songs. Sounds like a lot, right? You wouldn’t believe how fast you get sick of 115 tunes. I finally broke down and ordered an Ipod Nano the other night. (tax refunds are nice sometimes, huh?)

It has 2GB of memory or @500 songs. The listening options will undoubtedly make my head spin compared to my Shuffle.

 

The technology is just amazing; evil, but amazing.

If you’re not familiar with Itunes, on the left sidebar there’s a little banner that says “Radio”.

When you click on the banner, a genre list opens up with 15-30+ internet streams; commercial free, CD quality digital sound. Do you pay extra money for this feature? Hell, no. (Rooooocy, you got some splainin’ to do!)

 

This is how insidious the program is: you’re listening to Sky.FM and you hear a song you really like. You just have to gaze at the top of the Itunes program. There you will find not only the artist, but the song title as well scrolling across the screen. Gotta have it, right?

Click on “Music Store” and do a power search on the song title.

 

Whoop, there it is.

 

And it’s only 99¢.

 

One more click and the song automatically downloads into your Itunes library. It’s primitive impulse and at less than a buck for a song I can only imagine that it’s more addictive than smack. I like the fact that you can be selective when choosing specific songs off an album. There aren’t many albums out there these days where every track is a keeper. My opinion though.

You have the option of keeping a credit card on file in your Itunes account (really evil) or you can load up with an Itunes Music Card and get your fix without the plastic guilt.

For those reading this post that already own an Ipod….oh, that’s right you left five minutes ago. Can’t say I blame you.

If you’re on the edge and thinking about getting one these MP3 players, the Ipod is worthy of the investment. And no, I’m not getting anything for this Apple plug. Just knowing how many times my Ipod has saved my crumbling sanity seems payment enough. Did I mention I hate Saturday trains?

~m

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nano’s and Mini’s and Itunes, oh my

I hate Saturday trains. They’re crowded with a repulsive number of loud and obnoxious families traveling with offspring that need to be made into a kiddie stew.

Thank the technological Gods for my Ipod: the keeper of my sometimes fragile sanity.

I spend between 12-15 hours on the train to and from Boston each week and my current Ipod Shuffle (512MGs) only has enough memory for @115 songs. Sounds like a lot, right? You wouldn’t believe how fast you get sick of 115 tunes. I finally broke down and ordered an Ipod Nano the other night. (tax refunds are nice sometimes, huh?)

It has 2GB of memory or @500 songs. The listening options will undoubtedly make my head spin compared to my Shuffle.

 

The technology is just amazing; evil, but amazing.

If you’re not familiar with Itunes, on the left sidebar there’s a little banner that says “Radio”.

When you click on the banner, a genre list opens up with 15-30+ internet streams; commercial free, CD quality digital sound. Do you pay extra money for this feature? Hell, no. (Rooooocy, you got some splainin’ to do!)

 

This is how insidious the program is: you’re listening to Sky.FM and you hear a song you really like. You just have to gaze at the top of the Itunes program. There you will find not only the artist, but the song title as well scrolling across the screen. Gotta have it, right?

Click on “Music Store” and do a power search on the song title.

 

Whoop, there it is.

 

And it’s only 99¢.

 

One more click and the song automatically downloads into your Itunes library. It’s primitive impulse and at less than a buck for a song I can only imagine that it’s more addictive than smack. I like the fact that you can be selective when choosing specific songs off an album. There aren’t many albums out there these days where every track is a keeper. My opinion though.

You have the option of keeping a credit card on file in your Itunes account (really evil) or you can load up with an Itunes Music Card and get your fix without the plastic guilt.

For those reading this post that already own an Ipod….oh, that’s right you left five minutes ago. Can’t say I blame you.

If you’re on the edge and thinking about getting one these MP3 players, the Ipod is worthy of the investment. And no, I’m not getting anything for this Apple plug. Just knowing how many times my Ipod has saved my crumbling sanity seems payment enough. Did I mention I hate Saturday trains?

~m