Thursday, December 30, 2004

To The Delight of Millions, I'm Back / Tribute To Unknown Sears Salesperson


I took an entire week off from work last week – I never do that! It was explained to me that I had more leave time built up then I would be allowed to carry over into the next year and that, despite my thoughts to the contrary, the place would survive in my absence.

I made a pledge to stay off the computer during my time off and spend time with my son. We cleaned his room, went Christmas shopping together in Monroe, went to the park, to the zoo, and played a lot of Gamecube.

Cleaning the house for Christmas preparations, buying last minute gifts, assembling toys, etc. was a lot more exhausting than actual employment-related work. I actually said that I was looking forward to returning to work so that I could rest. I was also sick for part of that time; I had to stay home Monday due to illness.

My home computer is semi-disassembled as I got new computer toys – I asked for and got a USB 2 port and a new graphics card with a TV-out jack. This is all I really wanted. I had originally wanted a TiVo, but now that I’m considering the Dish network package, I wanted to wait on that.

As usual, our house won the “Most Garbage Bags In The Front Yard For The First Trash Pick Up Day After Christmas Contest” for our street. I’m sure the garbage men look forward to this day.

I read other blogs yesterday and today upon my return to work to catch up. Several sites discuss favorite Christmas songs and most favorites are traditional. Thus, it is embarrassing to me that I look forward to hearing novelty songs instead, especially all of the Bob Rivers novelty songs. There was a channel on XM Radio during the holidays devoted to Christmas novelty songs 24/7 and it was great! I am somewhat reluctant to say that my children tended to favor “Mr. Hankey, The Christmas Poo” as their top holiday song. Against my wife’s wishes, I let my five year old and nine year old watch the South Park holiday classic this year. They loved it, but I’m sure my parenting skills leave much to be desired as a result. Oh, well. I watched “Monty Python” and read National Lampoon when I was not much older, and (arguably) I turned out okay.

I have two Christmas memories that come to mind. One concerns a Christmas Eve break-up several years ago and I’ll relive that in another entry. The other is shorter, so I’ll include it here:

Approximately eleven years ago, I was a relative newlywed. We had no children at the time. I had no idea what to get my wife for Christmas. I have an aversion to spending money on jewelry. My wife seems to accept this. Anyway, we needed a vacuum cleaner, so, hey, why couldn’t that be one of the presents? I know, I know – I’m older and wiser now and I realize that that type of thinking only occurs now on “Everybody Loves Raymond” where Raymond never seems to wise up, despite years of marriage. So, I’m in Sears in the mall in Pine Bluff looking at vacuum cleaners at Christmas time. A very, very nice middle-aged black lady comes over and asks if she can help me. I ask her about a couple of vacuum cleaners and we more or less decide on which one is best. I’m going to buy it, and, presumably, she will rack up a sale. But then, to her credit and my everlasting gratitude, it comes out that I am buying this for a Christmas present for my wife and that we haven’t been married for very long. She immediately lets me know that this is a bad idea and that perhaps I should purchase something a little more personal than a vacuum cleaner. I can sense that she knows what she is talking about and I thank her for her time and her honesty. Wherever you are, lady, thank you again – I’m still married to the same wonderful wife. And it is okay now to give each other “practical” gifts for Christmas.

The "wonderful wife" comment reminds me of a decision that Carrie and I made on Christmas Eve. We were preparing supper and we had the small television in the kitchen on. The news went off and “Wheel Of Fortune” came on. We noticed that every contestant always says they have a “wonderful” or “beautiful” wife or husband. We agreed that if either of us are ever on a game show (again), then we will remark to Mr. Sajak or whomever that we are married to “ a horrible shrew who drains the very life from me” or “ an abusive bastard whom I can’t wait to leave when I win a lot of money.” Do you think that would be edited out?

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

Notes Re: Quick Reading of Music News During Lunch....

Dimebag is being buried in a Kiss Kasket apparently donated by Kiss. I always wondered who would actually be buried in one. Let me go on record here: I've been a Kiss fan for 30 years, but don't bury me in a Kiss Kasket.

If I die in a car accident, don't put some sort of roadside marker / memorial at the site, either.

Wal-Mart is being sued by the parents of an underage girl for not putting a warning label on the new live Evanescence CD - apparently, their cover of KoRn's "Thoughtless" contains bad words and the girl is now damaged for life (sigh). I don't supposed it occurred to the parents to listen to the damn thing first.

Motley Crue's new single is a Simple Plan cover.

James Brown has prostate cancer.

Dick Clark can't do his New Year's Eve gig this year since he recently suffered a stroke. Regis Philbin is filling in. I'm old enough to remember that Dick Clark's New Years show was established as a hip alternative to Guy Lombardo's annual show (Lombardo was the leader of a big band / orchestra and their version of "Auld Lang Syne" was the hit version). Of course, Dick's show is now the mainstream choice and MTV, etc try to give us hip alternatives. I'd rather watch Dick Clark on New Year's Eve (if I'm home) than Carson Daly. Get well soon, Mr. Clark.

Monday, December 13, 2004

Things I Dashed Off Over The Last Week --

TRYING TO CATCH UP ----

The Donnas – They’ve toned down the skankiness and polished the music, but they still make the kind of dumb 70’s inspired guitar-based rock and roll that I love. They kind of remind me of a female Ramones – the Ramones, late in their career, tried to polish their sound a bit to get a wider audience (it didn’t work; ironically, their songs are all over commercials and soundtracks now). It’s probably a little twisted that I’m glad my 5 year old daughter knows all the words to “Fall Behind Me.”

Lindsey Lohan – “Rumors” – I HATE this song. I HATE this video. After some semi-cool ROCK songs from the “Freaky Friday” and “Confessions Of A Teen-age Drama Queen,” now she puts out this sub-par Britney tripe. That’s right – sub-par Britney – Do you know how crappy you have to be in order to be not even as good as Britney Spears? Britney’s current hit is a remake of “My Prerogative” – Lindsey’s song apes the sentiment of that song and even has a line almost identical to “why won’t they just let me be?” Listen, Ms. Lohan, if you want people to leave you alone, then get out of the entertainment business and go spray perfume on unsuspecting people at Dillard’s. I-WON’T –MISS-YOU.

UPDATE: She’s essentially naked on the cover of the new Entertainment Weekly. That’ll make everyone leave you alone, Lindsey.

Skye Sweetnam – Ms. Sweetnam, truly, the field is already overcrowded with Lindsey, Hilary, Ashlee, Vanessa, Avril, etc. I’ve only heard one of your songs – the one about kicking the Coke machine – but I can’t tell that you add anything to the mix. Go away.

Yellowcard – Thy fiddle doth not distinguish thou from all the other pop punk bands.

Simple Plan – I should recuse. This is my 9 year old son’s favorite band. I was glad that he seemed to be into rock music. His favorite song by Simple Plan is “Perfect.” Fair enough. Then I listened to the words of “Perfect” – it’s about a kid who doesn’t think he can ever measure up to what his father wants him to be. Uh oh – son and I apparently need to talk. This also marked a turning point for me – generally in these parents vs. kids type songs, I always identified with the kid. Now I’m the dad! I’m the bad guy in “My Generation” – in all those Pink Floyd songs – in all those KoRn songs – hell, even in Fresh Prince’s “Parents Just Don’t Understand.” This was depressing. Anyway, these guys get a pass that they ordinarily wouldn’t get from me – aided by the fact that they were on “Scooby Doo” yesterday, joining the immortal ranks of Mama Cass, Jerry Reed, Sonny & Cher, and KISS.

*Another “dad” milestone: I went to the LA Guns-Firehouse-Warrant-Dokken-Ratt debacle in Monroe a year or so ago. This is the kind of show where the “metal chicks” come out in full force to try to out-do one another with outrageous costumes. So, while we’re all sitting there waiting for the show to start (it started two hours late), this girl walks by in this very revealing leather outfit. At best, she was seventeen. Instead of thinking how hot she was, my thoughts were, “ I’ll bet your dad doesn’t know you’re out wearing that get-up. You need to get your ass home and put some clothes on.” I found this startling, also.

Lazyboy – “Underwear Goes Inside The Pants” – I’ve only heard this once, but it was different and interesting – might wear thin after repeated listenings, though. Over a slamming rock beat, some guy who sounds like Denis Leary essentially rants and raves. The part that caught my attention was when he said a homeless guy approached him for money. He said , “Why should I give him any money? He’s just going to use it for drugs or alcohol – but then I thought to myself, Hell, that’s what I’m going to use it for – why should I pass judgment?”

P.S. I just checked these guys out on the Internet – apparently, they are some sort of multimedia collective featuring some of the people from Aqua (“Barbie Girl”). Hmmm.

U2 on “Saturday Night Live” – they got to do 3 songs and their last song was their very first hit, “I Will Follow.” They played it during the show’s closing credits; Bono and the Edge were out in the audience; the rest of the cast were onstage and seemed to be enthralled – it was a great moment from a show that no longer has that many great moments.

*Henry Rollins has a new movie review show on IFC – haven’t seen it yet, but I really want to. I love Henry Rollins – I saw him with Black Flag in Little Rock 19 years ago (damn!….). I’ve got his “Get In The Van” as an audiobook and that is one great masterwork. I don’t always agree with him (he seems to have a profound dislike for David Letterman, and I love Letterman), but you can bet he won’t pull any punches in reviewing films.

The Peter Sellers movie on HBO the other night was pretty good – Geoffrey Rush did a great job. If the movie was accurate, then Sellers was a real prick.

I try to keep up with hip-hop and know who’s who(m?) (especially for purposes of being a dj), but it just doesn’t generally have the same visceral kick for me as guitar based rock. So, I generally feel like I’m behind the curve on hip-hop knowledge. Imagine my surprise when Entertainment Weekly came out with the list of the all time essential hip-hop albums and I had most of them. True, they are catching some flack for some of their choices, but I feel a little more hip now for my age. I was around 17 when the so called first rap song came out – “Rapper’s Delight” by the Sugarhill Gang – and that was basically a novelty song. The early rap song that first gave me chills was “The Message” by Grandmaster Flash. After that, I mainly paid attention to rap when it incorporated rock guitar (which is why I liked Run D.M.C. when they first appeared – for “Rock Box” and then, later, for “King of Rock”) or when it was really dirty – I still have the first Luke Skywalker cassette from around 1987. Public Enemy was a revelation, but even with Public Enemy, my favorite tracks were “Sophisticated Bitch” (with Vernon Reid of Living Color playing guitar) and the remake of “Fight The Power” with Anthrax. Rock radio wouldn’t play “Fight The Power” when it was released – they would be all over it now. My guess is that the folks at Entertainment Weekly who compiled the list are probably around my age.

This is interesting – spell check tells me that it should be “hip-hop” rather than “hip hop”. Spell check is hipper than I am.

Dimebag Darrell – I was never a big Pantera fan; I couldn’t name five of their songs if I had to. Their glory days occurred when I had moved on to alternative rock. You don’t have to be a fan, though, to get chills as to the manner in which he died. As I type this, all I know is what I read on the Internet today at work. I haven’t made it home to see any footage, etc. While standing in the crowds at rock shows, I have often thought how easy it would be for someone to seriously injure or kill a performer. While it is true that security at concerts seems to be more strict now, that isn’t the case at clubs. There will be a lot of talk about the need for beefing up security at club shows now. Hell, I piss someone off every day in my line of work, but I don’t think they are going to start putting in metal detectors at the country club and in the Pines Room and at rodeo dances.

UPDATE: I listened to XLM on the way home from work, the “liquid metal” channel. This is the channel that mostly features bands I have never heard of (Pissing Razors, anyone?). Most of them sound like what would happen if dogs barked over jackhammers. Anyway, they were playing all Pantera music, which is actually more melodic than standard XLM fare. The stoner sounding dj and his female sidekick would occasionally interject and talk about what had happened to Dimebag Darrell –“dude, that’s just totally fucked up”, etc. and they would take phone calls. None of the callers were all that coherent but it was still vaguely touching – this has obviously greatly impacted the “metal community.”

I am inexplicably still a KISS fan and I have seen them more times than I have seen any other act…but DAMN! Gene Simmons makes it hard to continue to be a fan. His A&E biography last night was a horrible piece of self-indulgent crap. I always liked Paul Stanley, better, anyway – Paul is a true legendary frontman, in the grand tradition of Mick Jagger, Roger Daltrey, Steven Tyler, and David Lee Roth.

Grammy nominations: I usually like the Grammys. The nominations seem to adequately mix popularity and artistic merit, unlike the Lowest Common Denominator …er…American Music Awards. This year sounds pretty good. Kanye West got the most nominations and I hear that his album is good; I have only heard the singles. My biggest problem with him is that he admits that he purposely structured the album with an eye toward Grammy nominations. I also thought that he was rather petty when he complained about not winning any American Music Awards. Loretta Lynn got several nods for her great album – I actually bought that cd, and I don’t buy very many these days. Ray Charles was an obvious choice. I’m not much of an Usher fan, but he was an obvious choice, too. Green Day got their due for what is reportedly a great album. Slipknot, Hatebreed, and the venerable Motorhead are in there, too, as is Modest Mouse and Franz Ferdinand. Should be an interesting show. Best New Artist nominees:

Los Lonely Boys – decent music; their time in the sun won’t last very long, but they’ll probably play clubs in the South for the next 20 years.

Maroon 5 – I’ve talked about them here before and have little else to say

Joss Stone – great voice, but I haven’t really heard anything by her yet that really knocks me out. I much prefer the White Stripes version of “Fell In Love With A Girl” over her remake.

Kanye West – probably has this category sewn up

Gretchen Wilson – won’t win because country artists don’t win in this category and she has raked in enough awards already

A Quick One

My wife likes absolutely any movie featuring Tom Hanks, so I rented "The Terminal" for her this weekend, with the warning to her that I had no interest in watching it. She started watching it Sunday morning while I read the paper. I quickly got interested. This movie was much better than I expected - it wasn't deep or profound and it had a couple of the kinds of "coincidences" that usually annoy me in movies. Let me just say that when the reason that Tom Hanks's character was trying to come to the U.S. was revealed, it caught me by surprise - no review that I recall reading mentioned this.

A very unexpected "thumbs up."

Monday, December 06, 2004

Excuses / Pleas For Help

I'm not posting much right now because this is my busy time of year at work - in the child support enforcement world, the custodial parents are counting on me to try to get some Christmas money from the noncustodial parents, so that is occupying most of my time.....

My problem this morning, though, is one line of a song running through my head, over and over, and driving me crazy.....There is this new cartoon on Cartoon Network called "Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi" -- it's about the adventures of two female Oriental rock stars, as far as I can tell....I haven't really watched it, but my kids have, so it soaks in ....Anyway, this is going through my head:

Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi show
Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi show
Hi Hi Puffy Ami Yumi show

etc.

You would think that listening to other songs on the way to work would wipe it out, but no....