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if i am alive this time next year

August 13, 2009

will i have arrived in time to share?

Seven Swans is a fantastically rad album. Our boy Suf is known for his ’50 states project’ which, let’s face it, is a pipe dream if i’ve ever heard one. However, his other work definitely deserves a listen.

I came to know this man back when Pitchfork was just taking off in the hipster lexicon, you know, when it was uncouth to read Pitchfork. I heard The Seer’s Tower. knocked my socks off.

i had to have this music. it was so different, and moving. that banjo! his voice! it touched parts of me that i knew existed, but Britney and Justin just weren’t bringing it out.

after I listened to Illinois enough to start my own cover band, i got the rest of his stuff. I always enjoyed what was on Seven Swans, but never took it seriously as a completed work. you know, i just kept listening to To Be Alone With You and Sister in between Michigan tracks. it was a big jumble of Mr. Stevens.

then i think it was sophomore year of college. i really got into listening to albums as a whole, sans shuffle. i wanted to hear it as intended. Seven Swans was one of those albums that had tracks un-skippable. You want to listen to it as a complete unit, and get mad when you have to be interrupted.

Seven Swans is twelve tracks of religious fervor. The opening strums of The Dress Looks Nice on You are still haunting to me. The religious under/over tones of this record are spectacular, especially to a non-relig like myself. i’m still moved all the same.

Also, this album is definitely at the top of my ‘let’s bone’ playlist. Seven Swans mixed with some {the} National, sweet jesus.

^why did i have to ruin this post by adding that? i don’t like being taken too seriously. but honestly, consider it next time you’ve got a girl over… DMB is trite and played out.


i used to have a scene with him.

February 18, 2009

Romeo and Juliet is perfection. Dire Straits, i bow to you.

i first heard this ditty in one of my favorite movies, Empire Records. there’s something about growing up in 8th grade and Mark dusting that ballet dancer’s foot that made me swoon for this song.

then i was introduced to Edwin McCain’s live version. it is epic. EPIC. as if you didn’t need a reason to love him and his “that guy sings those songs?” looks, just listen to him pour his heart into this song. for about a year i listened to it pretty much constantly.

i even wrote a discography about this song for honors choir in high school. stop lolzing, honors choir was serious business.

so uh, thanks for sharing your love of this song, amanda. amirite? yes. i just wanted to plug this tune, mainly because i’ve been listening to it a lot in the past few days. that at Fashion Coat by The National.


too bad for the running man: in defense of Hanson

October 20, 2008

i’ve been catching a bit of flack for recent musical choices. so what, i went and saw Hanson in concert. so what, i’ve probably told you six times. so what, i don’t think Isaac is the creepy one anymore. so what, you don’t know which one that even is.

They don’t sound like girls anymore, and while Taylor’s pants were certainly tighter than any i’ve ever seen in recent memory, they don’t really look like girls anymore either. Yes, two of them still have that muppet long hair, but how does that affect the music? answer: it doesn’t.

I would liken them to a much less douchey John Mayer. Their sound has definitely changed. They went through puberty since the last time you probably listened to them. Mmmbop is behind them, and songs about pregnant flamenco dancers slitting their wrists are au courant. but that song is about giving up on yourself, not getting pregnant and killing yourself instead of the kid. hmm a preview of a (Vice) President Palin reign perhaps? politics aside, they’ve matured.

I think it’s fair to call myself a legit fan, i mean i have all 4 of their CDs, plus the Christmas album. While I personally did not name a pool stick Zac Hanson, a friend of mine did, and Zac still resides in my basement on the rack, just waiting for the day someone short enough comes along to play with him (it’s the child stick in case you missed it).

Their newest album, The Walk, does not suck. i’m not here to force it down your throat, but really, if your main reason for hating them is mmmbop, then grow up and listen to Middle of Nowhere again. yes, some of the songs are ridiculous (Yearbook, Lucy) but others are pretty fantastic for car sing alongs (or alones). A Minute Without You, anyone? They played it at the concert and it was easily the one that the most people were chirping along with, myself included.

Speaking of the concert, yes, i felt a little old being there, but not as old as the row of mothers i stood near by the soundboard. I’m not sure if they were there to chaperone their 13 year old kids or if they are just fans themselves, but I certainly enjoyed watching them bob their heads along to every song. There were people our age there however, I mean we were their first fan base after all. I still wonder how they got all of those younger fans though, to the untrained eye they completed disappeared from the music scene. those young kids certainly weren’t there for Dave Barnes.

The first opener, Everybody Else, was pretty awesome. again girl tight jeans, but the drummer’s glasses were bad ass, and their songs are ridiculously catchy. so much so that i downloaded the two that were in my head for the rest of the night. talk about sticking power.

Bottom line: Hanson is pretty good, they just get an awkward reputation from our generation because of their girlish ways and long hair. The Jonas Brothers can have a lemon party for all I care, they are nothing compared to the brothers Hanson. So in the vain of Chris Crocker, LEAVE HANSON ALONE.

creepy side note: i am irrationally grossed out by the fact that they’re all married and have kids. it seems like just yesterday they were on SNL with Helen Hunt riding in the elevator going crazy.


“…confidence that is disproportionate with my looks and abilities”

September 21, 2008

i love award shows. yes, they are boring about 4 minutes in and i wish i was doing something else, but i always manage to stick it out with minimal switch-overs to the Sunday night football game. of note: tonight was the first time i watched any NFL game AT ALL this season. and i won the pool last week with an impressive 96 points. who says you have to pay attention to the league? and oh goodness way to go team USA for taking back the Ryder Cup! golf claps for all of you.

anyway back to my point about award shows. they’re deliciously awkward a lot of the time, and my favorite actors are usually looking delicious. but really, the highlight of any show of this magnitude is the “in memorium” montage that’s tacked on between the directing awards and the ones that people care about.

I love this 3 minute clip package because it’s a test of me remembering if/when this person actually died. well not so much if but when, and this year was filled with “who?” and “her?” moments. they showed George Carlin twice. did he die twice, or do you think the audience is too dumb to recognize the man?

Don Rickles was clearly the highlight of tonight’s 3 hour snoozefest. god that man is funny. I’m upset that Jon Hamm was robbed of a much deserved outstanding actor in a drama series Emmy, but snaps to AMC for picking up the award anyway in the work of Bryan Cranston. 30 Rock kicked ass and took names with their category wins for lead actor and actress, and outstanding comedy series, so congrats to them! funniest show on television right now. blerg. and aces high to Mad Men for picking up the outstanding drama award. that cast is just too pretty for words. i love how they all look so modern when not in costume/character. makes them extra jumpable. that doesn’t look like a word… but you’re on watch Ken Cosgrove. from accounts.

onto music. Glen Campbell’s latest album (from August, i’m a little late) is pretty fantastic. he’s covering other people’s work, much like Paul Anka but in a waaay less creepy form. his cover of one of my favorite Tom Petty songs has been stuck in my head since i first heard it, so yeah.

and finally, i come home Saturday evening to a dinner party, filled with yummy food and drink (nice job on the fresh watermelon margaritas). I wake up Sunday morning to my dad reading the paper, scanning the Best Buy ad, and then declaring “i’m going to buy a Wii, want to come?”

i think it’s needless to say that there is now a Nintendo Wii sitting in my living room. Wii Fit as well, because who doesn’t love hula hooping without a hula hoop? i’m actually very good at it. take me on. and i beat my mom in golf. and baseball.

anyway, i predict this console will get minimal use in a house with two adults approaching age 50 and will be in my room after Thanksgiving Break, when i smuggle it into my car without them knowing. i’ll be working on my short game, so come ready for a golf throwdown.

and starting tomorrow, i fear i won’t be seeing much of anything besides a computer screen and textbooks. wake me up with it’s time to go home for Thanksgiving break, and hope to god I know where i’ll be in January. let’s think positive so it doesn’t involve sitting on my parents couch, or wait! playing Wii.


you and me would be a great cou-ple

August 16, 2008

i must have had a temporary lapse in judgment. i will make no excuses for my actions, but i am a victim of the Jonas Brothers mayhem that has taken over the world.

I downloaded their newest CD, A Little Bit Longer, on Wednesday night. After working with children that worship at their feet, I felt inclined to find out what all the fuss is about. I always told them that I thought they looked like Muppets, and that they should find real crushes. (i then proceeded to show them my cell phone wallpaper of Pat Burrell flipping off someone. probably not the best example in retrospect).

After hearing their single, Burnin’ Up, on the Disney channel (babysitting, not just watching it) I decided that it would be ok for me to listen to the entire CD. and listen I did…

i kind of love it. it’s that stupid pop music that makes you dance around in your car and sing along before the song even ends for the first time since the lyrics are so simple. I listened to it on a drive to Harrisburg and came out the other end as a new Jo-Bro fan.

I tested the waters by telling a few people about my downloading adventure and it was received with negative reviews. Apparently I am a freak and should stop this immediately. I told another friend who also babysits kids into these Disney muppets and she agreed, saying i should just delete it and forget it ever happened.

While I am hearing these requests, I need some more time with this musical mistake I have made. I will grow out of this, possibly by Monday evening, so just give me time with my faults and I will walk away a stronger person. You should know that I have the entire Spice Girls discography, as well as a whole lot of Hanson and Mandy Moore on my iPod as well, so maybe you people should pick your battles. I’m also a Magnetic Fields fan, so figure that one out.