Exhibit 1.7.2



I can say nothing profound about Jason Molina at the moment. It still feels, selfishly, like a very personal loss. An unfathomable percentage of my writing has been done while listening to his music, and now that he’s gone it’s hard not to feel abandoned in this work and life we’d been doing together (even if he didn’t know it). Whenever I’d forget what I should be doing, I’d play some Magnolia Electric Co. or Songs: Ohia and feel warmed by some better, deeper humanity.

Jason Molina was one of our best humans. We’re all a little bit more alone than we were a week ago.


Comment / Posted in Music, Nadirs, Sad

Exhibit 1.6.3

Nadirs, or: Songs That Almost Single-handedly Ruin Great Albums

* Spoon’s Girls Can Tell – “Fitted Shirt”

* The Replacements’ Let It Be – “Gary’s Got a Boner”

* Talking Heads’ Fear of Music – “Electric Guitar”

* The Beatles’ Revolver – “Taxman”

* Elvis Costello’s This Year’s Model – “Pump It Up”

* Tom Petty’s Full Moon Fever – “Zombie Zoo”

* The White Stripes’ White Blood Cells – “I Think I Smell a Rat”

* Billy Bragg and Wilco’s Mermaid Avenue – “Hoodoo Voodoo”

* Tom Waits’s Frank’s Wild Years – “Straight to the Top”

* Tom Waits’s Frank’s Wild Years – “Straight to the Top” (the other version)

I’m willing to debate some of these.


2 Comments / Posted in Music, Nadirs, Ruination

Exhibit 1.5.17

I Might Be the Only One

who is obsessed with the moment in “Hard Headed Woman” when he belts out that line.

In any case, my early Cat Stevens cover band–The First Cat Is the Deepest–will definitely use that song as the closer of our second encore.

Comment / Posted in Cats, Diagrams, Music

Exhibit 1.2.26

Blasphemous Country Classics

“I Believe in You”

Well, I dont believe that heaven waits
For only those who congregate
I’d like to think of God as love
He’s down below
He’s up above

Don Williams: unitarian/pro-baby.

“If Heaven Ain’t a Lot Like Dixie”

If heaven ain’t a lot like Dixie, I’d just as soon stay home.
If they don’t have a Grand Ole Opry, like they do in Tennessee,
Just send me to hell or New York City, it would be about the same to me

No one tell American Civil Rights Hero Charlie Pride how Bocephus feels.

Comment / Posted in Country, God Arson, Music

Exhibit 1.1.2

Spider-Man Quotes

These are the most pretentious quotes from this Times article about the new Spider-Man musical. It’s especially fun to read these while imagining the interviewer’s tape recorder bursting into flames.

Julie Taymor: Peter Parker is the one who shows us how to soar above our petty selves.

Bono: Creating art that has never been done before is the reason I get out of bed in the morning.

Bono: We’re wrestling with the same stuff as Rilke

Bono: [We’re wrestling with the same stuff as] Blake

Bono: [We’re wrestling with the same stuff as] Wings of Desire

Bono: [We’re wrestling with the same stuff as] Roy Lichtenstein

Bono: [We’re wrestling with the same stuff as] the Ramones

Taymor: Mishegoss

Bono: …the cost of feeling feelings, the desire for connections when you’re separate from others…

Bono: And trying to blend comic books — which is a very American contribution to the world of mythology — and rock music and Broadway into this thing of art that we don’t even have a word for.

Bono: The scope of this thing is just hard to grasp sometimes.

Bono 9, Taymoro 2, the Edge 0. Honestly, there were even more. And yes, apparently instead of working on the novel I took the time to read about a musical I’ll never see and to call out a rockstar for his defining characteristic. I stand by this decision.

Comment / Posted in Bonos, Music, Rilke

Exhibit 27.9


Here’s how my life has changed since I discovered the Country Legends radio station:

* I now feel approximately times closer to George Jones.

* I have a close, personal relationship with Jesus. Also, Alabama.

* My definition of Country Music has been expanded to include anything I can imagine Robert Duvall having once heard, even if only in passing.

* My definition of Legend has been expanded to include Eddie Rabbit.

* When asked, I can give direction’s to Texas’s best two-step bar and politely suggest the questioner go on Thursday when there are margarita specials all night long.

* I hear “Ring of Fire” so often I hum it while doing unrelated tasks, like grading papers or hitting my head against a wall.

* Most of my time is spent writing letters to congress trying to get Charley Pride honored as a civil rights hero.

3 Comments / Posted in Country, Music, Radio

Exhibit 26.27

The Silence

It’s pretty simple: I lost all my music. I suppose I thought I had my computer backed up on my iPod and my iPod backed up on my computer, the only flaw in this arrangement being that I kept these two items in the same place. This place was in a home with a window. This window ceased to be a window at some point and became something more like a robber-shaped hole. This is called evolution.

Here’s what I want from you:
* Your favorite albums
* Your favorite songs mixed as if on some kind of tape

I thought it might be good to see what friends/strangers/etc. send me instead of trying to meticulously recreate my old library. I mean, I know I had mostly Better than Ezra songs but which ones exactly?

This will be an improvement. We’ll learn something about each other. I’m excited.


Adam Peterson
2417 Yupon St.
Houston, TX 77006

Also, please resist the temptation to rob me. That would jerky.

3 Comments / Posted in Help, Music, Silence

Exhibit 26.26


As of five o’clock, I’ll be doing that somewhere. Things I am going to do:

* Watch Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy – not that I wasn’t doing it before, just that now I’ll be able to do it while dressed like Toby Esterhase and pretending to smoke a pipe.

* Print things – I don’t know why, but I’ve really missed having a printer. Not that I even print that much, but there’s something terrible about living completely in the intangible. The old Adam Peterson would have turned this into a 3k word post about ebook readers. The new Adam Peterson is going to print black-and-white photos of puppies.

* Ask you to send me music – I don’t have any music. My only album is the new LCD Soundsystem album. Someone else pointed out to me that everyone in these coffeeshops I’ve been killing time in can see my iTunes and probably thinks of me as the guy who, like, really loves that one album and hates everything else.

* Sleep – In a bed. No big deal. Just me doing human things.

* Mail out Cupboards – if you’ve ordered a Cupboard in the last few weeks, you should know that it’s come directly from the backseat of my car. Incidentally, that’s also where I’ve been keeping my balsamic vinaigrette.

Comment / Posted in Living, Music, The Cupboard

Exhibit 21.10

Barbara Lynn

This woman played for twenty minutes or so at a club we went to for Marti’s birthday on Saturday. She was incredible. I sort of figured there was a story to the 60-something who wailed on her left-handed guitar. Yep.

I guess she wrote this song when she was 19 or 20 and it was a #1 hit in 1962. The Rolling Stones covered a song of hers on The Rolling Stones, Now a few years later:

She looked great.

Comment / Posted in Barbaras, Left-Handed, Music

Exhibit 19.26

Evidence of a Disproportionate Number of Songs about Maids When Compared to Actual Maids Seen

Comment / Posted in Maids, Music, Videos

Exhibit 19.23

Like most of the world, I’m mourning Michael Jackson’s death by pretending it happened in 1992 while wearing my officially licensed Billie Jean® baseball t-shirt for a period of no less than seven consecutive days, just like the Bible says.

And in case you doubt its authenticity, here you can clearly see the Official Michael Jackson Seal of Approval™.

Yes, this is a shirt I own. Yes, I only wear it for 1980s-theme parties. Yes, you may borrow it.

Oh, and of course I’ve also been watching YouTube videos all week.

Honestly, until this week the last time I thought about Michael Jackson was when Dave and I had a conversation in Chicago about his song “Liberian Girl.” Apparently Dave used to think the song was called “Iberian Girl.”

“Iberian girl/You came from Seville or/Lisbon…”

We thought this was very funny. I’m willing to admit we might have been wrong.

1 Comment / Posted in 1992, Deaths, Music

Exhibit 19.19

The most common reaction to Deer Tick’s concert last night seemed to be a muttered string of swear words. When the last notes of their closing medley of “Sleepwalk/La Bamba” [ed note: Carlin helpfully set me straight here.] ended and the house lights came on everyone looked around and said horrible things. Personally, I went with something like “Sweet Holy Hell Jesus” because the show wasn’t just good, it was nonsensical blasphemy good.

And concerts can be great for a lot of reasons, but I haven’t been to many where it is almost solely the band that makes it feel like you’re lucky to be there, like you’re going to chastising people who missed it, like you’re watching something special. Typically there’s the drinks or a singularly attuned crowd or something so personal that when all your friends are bored you’re having revelations like, “You know, I think I will marry Roger.”

But last night I wasn’t really drinking, the crowd was okay but nothing incredible, and Roger and I just wouldn’t work as a couple.

So for approximately the 8th time in the last 8 posts I’m breaking my rule to not write about things I do in order to let you know that Deer Tick = good. You should check out their old album ($5) and their new album. You should see them in concert.

If concerts aren’t your thing, you can also see them at lunch. They seemed to enjoy making lunch plans.

4 Comments / Posted in Concerts, Good Ideas, Music

Exhibit 18.9

My coming in from the bullpen song

Too obvious?

1 Comment / Posted in Baseball, Music, Obvious

Exhibit 18.3

So Mathias clearly won blogging this week with his series of Google posts. Just go check them out now. There’s nothing I can do to top that. I quit.

Here are some posts started and abandoned.

Reconstructed live blog of watching baseball with Anders on Tuesday

7:00p.m. – Yes, I will have a beer. Only one, probably.
10:00p.m. – Wait, the game is over? Who won?
2:00a.m. – Um, I should go home now.

That sums it up. By the way, I’ve never posted it before but I will now that my jealousy has subsided. This is Anders in the greatest Royals-related photo of the past decade:
God I love that picture. Somehow he managed to both catch a fly ball and see an awkward John McCain and Sarah Palin at a restaurant after a game. Needless to say, I hate him.

I hold an imaginary conversation with this girl

Me: You have really fantastic penmanship.
Girl: Thanks.
Me: But why don’t your exclamation points have dots underneath?
Girl: I can’t afford them with all of these taxes.
Me: Jesus, it’s always that with you isn’t it, little girl?

I post a random Dwight Yoakam performance from the 1980s

I answer one of the questions posed in those Google searches

Q: Is Gordon Ramsey having an affair?
A: Who? I’ll still say maybe.

2 Comments / Posted in Baseball, Dwights, Music

Exhibit 17.5

Today’s the day where I post Urge Overkill’s “Dropout” without explanation or commentary.

Your reaction should be as follows:

If my brother: Excitement/regret that I didn’t also post “Start Choppin’

If anyone else: Doubt/regret that you sometimes have to talk to me

Okay, so maybe a little commentary: what was 1993’s best album? Either of those two? Siamese Dream? In Utero? Pablo Honey? I probably would have said one of those at the time, but I was 10, so I only knew what was on MTV.

Okay, some quick searching leads me to Bjork’s Debut, Exile in Guyville, and Transmissions from the Satellite Heart. I’d also throw Anodyne in there though I don’t think that was anyone’s favorite Uncle Tupelo album at the time.

Ah, Enter the Wu-Tang, Doggystyle, and that Digable Planets album also came out. Predator came out in late 1992.

I don’t even have any of these records anymore. I was shocked when “Dropout” popped up on my iPod. Apparently I once got it off Napster and have been moving it from computer to computer ever since. It was long ago retitled KNSLKO. I like it better that way.

4 Comments / Posted in 1993, Kings, Music

Exhibit 16.14

Ever since my car battery was disconnected a week or so ago my “anti-theft” factory stereo has been silent until I could track down the code which would again grant me access to my Oasis CDs.

I’m joking about some of that. Guess which part?

Let’s hope you were right.

So on the drive back from Kansas City, on the way to work, on the way home from work, on the way to the monster truck races, etc. I’ve had nothing but silence and, occasionally, the thrill of having seen a car eat another car.

I’m joking about…oh, to hell with it.

Let me see if I can replicate the drive back from Kansas City for you:

Kansas: [amber waves of grain]
Missouri: [complicated Civil War legacy]
Iowa: [Burger King]
Nebraska: [corn rustling/wrestling]

Anyway, this is just a preface to the real reason I’m posting.


Good, now we all know it. I’m going to be calling you next time this happens.

I realize this means you could steal my car stereo, put it in your car, and listen to my copy of Be Here Now. That’s a risk I’m willing to take.

If you’re so inclined, my car is going to be in a poorly lit section of the little-guarded long-term parking lot of the Omaha airport starting tonight. So, um, knock yourself out if you want to listen to “D’You Know What I Mean?”

You probably don’t want to listen to “D’You Know What I Mean?”

Comment / Posted in 55353, Cars, Music

Exhibit 16.2

Speaking of Dave, he decided to involve me in his discussion of a book written by a self-hating gay satanist about how homosexual men should stop being nancies and start calling themselves androphiles.


I’ll give the writer this: being a satanist is pretty hardcore. Is it Danzig hardcore? No, but maybe Dave Mustaine-level hardcore.

Not speaking of Danzig, Dave brings me into this here:

“I was going to do the work of coming up with some great zingers to try to answer what ‘male-oriented’ music and hobbies might be, but I’m rushed and busy right now. A. Peterson, I’m looking in your direction.”

That Dave thinks I am a source of information when it comes to manly things makes me wonder if Dave has ever really seen or listened to me at all. Nothing about my being straight offsets my desire to talk to you about which G.I. Joe’s would make up the most effective strike force or the fact that I, by myself and with no outside prompting, watched The Devil Wears Prada.*

* This isn’t true. As far as you know. Don’t dig to deeply here, people. I swear if you wait until I’m distracted and then say, “What was the name of Simon Baker’s character in that movie with Meryl Streep?” and I respond out of instinct with, “You mean dashing journalist Christian Thompson!” you need to leave slowly and never interact with me again. In fact, this might be a good idea for all seven people reading this. Great. So it’s decided. I needed the extra time to watch 27 Dresses anyway.

But I can do straight music, I suppose. The satanist says that listening to female vocalists is what makes gay men so, as he puts it, “Fabulousssss [limp-wristed gesture].” Okay, I only wish he put it that way. I desperately want to imagine this person as a flamboyant, campy John Waters clone who occasionally puts down his appletini long enough to say, “You know, our dark lord really can give you the answers you need to put your life back together. Oh, Lucifer, look at those Jimmy Chan’s. I’d sell my soul to Christ for a pair of those!”

Is Jimmy Chan a real designer? Well, screw it, I’m not looking it up.

So here’s your straight music, Dave. These are the first five songs that come up on shuffle in my iTunes. And I’m not going to cheat as much as I might like to do so:

1. “Hi-Definition” by Lupe Fiasco. (Yes, rap! That’s pretty hardcore. This is going well).
2. “The Modern Leper” by Frightened Rabbit. (Yes, indie rock! I am pretty cool).
3. “Hearts of Oak” by Ted Leo and the Pharmacists. (Uh oh, I hope something comes up to mix things up).
4. “What Was It You Wanted” by Bob Dylan. (Suddenly this is going so well it’s going badly. This song, by the way, is off Oh Mercy. Not really a standout).
5. “You Got Yr. Cherry Bomb” by Spoon. (Noooo!!!!).

Damn it. Don’t you see what’s happened here? Instead of finding all of the embarrassing music on my computer, I’ve found exactly what you would expect on the computer of a 25-year-old poseur which is far more embarrassing. I’m a zombie who purchased my identity wholesale along with this Twin Peaks box set and these Richard Brautigan books I think I love.

You know what might make me stand out:

Adam Peterson, Satanist.

2 Comments / Posted in Davids, Hardcore, Music

Exhibit 14.22

Yes, that is a Daniel Johnston quote on this Sunday’s Mary Worth.

Possible explanations for this:

1. Um….

Okay, so there aren’t any possible explanations for this. Mary Worth and Daniel Johnston are as different as two people can be, and that’s without taking into account that one of them is imaginary. Let me break this down for you.

Mary Worth–Daniel Johnston
Needs to be Committed–Committed to Helping Others
A Menace–A Genius
Eats Still-Warm Pituitary Glands to Stay Alive–Excellent Golfer
Has Seen the Devil–Has Seen Every Family Matters
Lives with (Bodies of) Parents–

As you can see, I ran out of things to say about Daniel Johnston. He’s just a good dude who makes wildly uneven music. Not like Mary “On the Morrow I’ll Come for Your Youngest Child” Worth.

Possible explanations for how I saw this that don’t involve me being a fan of a soap-style comic about a 60-something busybody whose megalomania is such that she believes every human is an empty vessel in which she can deposit her overflowing virtue:

1. Um…

Okay, so there aren’t any other explanations for this.

Comment / Posted in Comics, Dans, Music

Exhibit 12.11

Every Thursday at five for the past few weeks I’ve gotten in my car only to be greeted by the song “Play That Funky Music, White Boy.” As you might imagine, this confused me. I only have that song on my iPod, I thought the first (and every other) time.

Sadly, it took me a while to figure out it wasn’t a coincidence but instead the opening of a funk and soul show on KRNU called, naturally, Play That Funky Music White Boys. It’s hosted by two presumably white boys who go by Cotton Ball and Polar Bear. I have to say, as college radio shenanigans go, it’s pretty top notch.

You should check it out next week. They play some good stuff.

I’ve also learned that the titular song is A) Extremely Long and B) Plot Driven. There’s a protagonist, conflict, even a bit of an arc. Who knew?

My favorite part is toward the end when a background singer mumble sings something like, “keepa playin dat funk music.” I always wait for that part before swerving into oncoming traffic.

Comment / Posted in Funk, Music, White

Exhibit 12.3

So after posting this about horrible mid-late 90s pop-rock which found its way into heavy rotation, sometimes even to this day, I figured I’d find and examine some other examples. I limited myself to things not on this A.V. Club list though there are some good ones there too.

“Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me for Me)” – Blessid Union of Souls

Best Lyric
There were a lot of options here–including a Tyson Bedford reference–but I’ve got to go with the following bizarrely uncertain passage wherein the singer seems to be under the impression that women would like him if he hung out with Steve Buscemi:

She likes me for me
Not because I hang with Leonardo
Or that guy who played in “Fargo”
I think his name is Steve

“How Do I Deal” – Jennifer Love Hewitt

Best Lyric
This song may not have been popular anywhere else, but they played it incessantly in the town I went to high school, even 10 years after the song came out. Anyway, this song is off the I Know What You Did Last Summer soundtrack and it’s fun to imagine that instead of singing to some generic boy, she’s actually singing to the killer. To me, that’s the only logical choice:

What the hell I have to do
How do I deal with you (How do I deal with you)
How do I deal with me (How do I deal with me)
When I don’t even know myself
Or what it is you want from me

Um, Jennifer, he wants you to die. You’re the one who’s making it difficult.

“Absolutely (Story of a Girl)” – Nine Days

Best Lyric
Tough to say, but I think the song shows its true colors when in the middle of an otherwise pro-this girl ditty the singer becomes an asshole boyfriend for a few lines:

Now how many lovers would stay
Just to put up with this shit
day after day
Now how did we wind up this way

Oh, I get it, this is about your guilt. Gotcha.

“You Wanted More” – Tonic

Best Lyric
After many attempts to define the word love, our lyricist gives up:

I gotta pick me up when I am down
I gotta get my feet back on the ground
I gotta pick me up when I am down


I just hope the lead singer was able to put working as a janitor in this video as experience on his resume. (Okay, that was too mean. I have a soft spot for Tonic for reasons I’ve never cared to explore).

“Something’s Always Wrong” – Toad the Wet Sprocket

Best Lyric
This song features indecipherable verses which culminate abruptly in very trite thoughts:

It seems we meet
In the spaces
In between
We always say
It won’t be long
But something’s always wrong

Bonus points should be given for this band name leading to one of my favorite Futurama jokes. Bored, exasperated Lela, “This Toads the Wet Sprocket.” Ouch.

Everything You Want – Vertical Horizon

Best Lyric
I’m not even going to look. I’m under the impression this song gives people cancer.

“I’ll Be” – Edwin McCain

Best Lyric
Again, I just can’t do it. My guess is the best lyric is whatever one made you play this during the father-daughter dance at your wedding.

“Where Have All the Cowboys Gone?” – Paula Cole

Best Lyric
Seeing as how this song has a sarcastic, feminist message that America chose to ignore, it’s easy to take the lyrics at face value and find them funny:

Why don’t you stay the evening
Kick back and watch the TV
And I’ll fix a little something to eat
Oh I know your back hurts from working on the tractor
How do you take your coffee my sweet
I will raise the children if you pay all the bills

Also funny for featuring an odd performance from Paula Cole in the video. She actually looks worried most of the time like people aren’t going to get it and her spot on the Lilith Fair is going to be in jeopardy.

Quick Hits!
Hanging By a Moment” – Lifehouse. I have nothing to say about the song except to commend the lead singer’s earnestness in the video. Well done. You could learn from him, Ms. Cole.

Kryptonite” – Three Doors Down. Fun fact: I got sucked into watching the entire video when I went to find the link.

Bitch” – Meredith Brooks. I did not get sucked into watching this little gem off of Satan’s party mix.

Missing” – Everything But The Girl. Okay, so this one is on that A.V. Club list, but I feel like it deserves to be mentioned twice.

“(Any song off of New Miserable Experience)” – The Gin Blossoms.

Truly Madly Deeply” – Savage Garden. Any Savage Garden song would work just as well. I couldn’t even make it through thirty seconds of this video. The lead singer just creeps the hell out of me. Plus, the horrible.

And I’m going to stop. I have now successfully avoided writing anything today. Hoozah!

Comment / Posted in 1997, Aquí viene el dolor, Music

Exhibit 12.1

So I had some time to think about this while at the dentist today: did contemporary pop radio stop introducing new songs after 9/11? Did the Station Manager General for Clear Channel just decided that America needed “Meet Virginia” more than ever? Will we ever get new songs back?

I have some experience here. From the time I was 13, I worked summers at a campground where I mostly listened to such music while chewing purloined beef jerky. This continued until I started college in the fall of 2001. Naturally I assumed that these awful, awful radio stations continued to add awful, awful songs that I, thankfully, never encountered. Hell, I assumed Randy Bachman didn’t stop at the production of Tal Bachman and had an army of other kids out there singing in falsetto.

So today the dentist is piping in a station similar, if not identical, to the one I listened to as a boy and I’m trying to focus on it–rather than, you know, the searing pain–only they’re playing “Drops of Jupiter.” This is a different kind of pain.

Fine, I think.

Then they play “Here’s to the Night” by Eve 6.

I decide that if they play “Breakfast at Tiffany’s” by Deep Blue Something that I’m going to end my life with the hook-looking scrapy thing. While pondering what this instrument is actually called, they play “Smooth” by Rob Thomas and Santana.

At this point I blackout and wake up in my car. I’m pretty sure I have a memory of hearing some Maroon 5 (who I think they got an exemption from FCC) but it could have been Eagle Eye Cherry.

I don’t know who I’m kidding. I love those songs. If I’d heard anything by the New Radicals, I never would have left that dentist’s office. I can fake a toothache.

Oh, or “Lullaby” by Shawn Mullins. That song is awesome/awful.

7 Comments / Posted in Fakes, Music, Tal Bachmans

Exhibit 9.27

In case you doubted the power of One Song Sunday, the Journal Star has you covered:

Lincolnites try to make 13-hour song

The best part is going to be when tomorrow they publish an article headlined:

Lincolnites make 13-hour song

It’s been a slow news decade here in the Star City.

What we saw of the performance (approx hours 8-11) was really fascinating and worked thanks to the random performances from the people mentioned in the article. I did my part by softly hitting a bongo, just once, until Carlin took over and actually music-ed with it. I’m no hero.

Comment / Posted in 1, Music, Selling Newspapers

Exhibit 9.26

We saw Man’s Last Great Invention last night and will be seeing them again this weekend for One Song Sunday.

The flier really explains it better than I can.

Comment / Posted in Music, Shows, Sunday

Exhibit 9.14

I’ve been working at my current job for exactly two years as of today. Sadly, I barely even remember starting. Let’s take a look back at those heady days of 2006 and remember what was going on:

Mission Impossible III beat out Poseidon at the box office, a disappointing showing that most of us still haven’t gotten over. I can’t remember if Tom Cruise was officially crazy yet. I think this was maybe when it was starting as he’s been crazy for at least a year plus his baby needed 9 months to gestate inside the spaceship.

By the way, that last joke is totally going on my demo reel for The Best Week Ever. That’s a show, right?

Current Events
Some headlines:

• Bush To Call For National Guard to Patrol U.S.-Mexico Border
• Report: Global Warning Could Kill 184 Million in Africa
• Bush Administration Asks Judge To Throw Out AT&T Spy Suit
• Verizon Sued For Sharing Phone Records with NSA
• New EU Law Allows U.S. Gov’t To Access Europeans’ Phone Records
• U.S. Helicopter Shot Down in Iraq; 2 Dead
• Iraq Bombings Kill 47
• Report: U.S. Deployed Mentally Ill Soldiers to Iraq
• U.S. Blocks Access for Red Cross to Secret Prisons

In other words, nothing we needed to worry about.

That Raconteurs album came out! You know, the one that was okay but only okay because you wanted it to be good because you really liked the people in the band but then when you heard it you thought this is why the Damn Yankees didn’t work and man I wonder what Tommy Shaw is up to. You know, that one.

This one is a doozy. And not because it’s interesting.

On this date in 2006 the Los Angeles Dodgers beat the Colorado Rockies 5-4 in Denver. Of course we all remember that, but what we may not remember is that both the winning and losing pitchers are now Kansas City Royals. Brett Tomko and Ramon Ramirez are both cogs in what has been a very good Kansas City pitching staff this season.

How they were able to shake off the lingering resentment of one early season game in May 2006 to come together on a team in a completely different league, we’ll never know.

1 Comment / Posted in Movies, Music, Sports

Exhibit 9.10

Heather’s sister Chelsea is in an all electric guitar classical music ensemble called Los Angeles Electric 8. They’ve just released their first CD which you can find out about here. They’re pretty much amazing.

Guess which one Chelsea is. Go ahead, I dare you.

Comment / Posted in Electric, First, Music

Exhibit 9.3

So I imagine you like Bon Iver. I do. I also like embedding YouTube videos like the kids do.

Also, the last part of my draft preview is up at Carlin’s blog. Thank god.

Comment / Posted in Music, Sports, Thank You

Exhibit 7.8

Rocket Science

We watched the movie the other night. It was good. Not amazing or transcendent or anything, but just a good movie that wore a lot of its references on its sleeve yet was actively trying to defy expectations of where the narrative was headed. It also caused me to listen to that first Violent Femmes album again, so that’s a plus. By the way, that album is more than 25 years old.

Albums that came out a month before Violent Femmes:

  • Prince*, 1999
  • Marvin Gaye, Midnight Love

Albums that came out after Violent Femmes:

  • The Smiths, The Smiths
  • Talking Heads, Speaking in Tongues
  • Prince, Purple Rain
  • Tom Waits, Swordfishtrombones
  • Willie Nelson/Merle Haggard, Pancho and Lefty
  • The Police, Synchronicity
  • Kelly Clarkson, Breakaway

Albums that came out on the same day as Violent Femmes:

  • Michael Jackson, Thriller

I don’t know, maybe this isn’t shocking information if you were around to experience them at the time, but it seems wrong somehow. Just be glad I’m giving you this information now rather than betting you at a bar that Violent Femmes was released before Purple Rain**.

Anyway, I actually wanted to post about this type of rocket science. Did anyone actually think they were going to be able to hit it? You won this round, military-industrial complex. I’d like to think a chant of USA! USA! broke out immediately afterward, but this was in Houston, so that was probably already happening***.

*By the way, when you search for Prince on Wikipedia, it takes you to an article on the monarch and not the artist. We need to fix this fast before Prince finds out.

**I wouldn’t do this.

***I’ve never been to Houston.

Comment / Posted in Movies, Music, Types of Rocket Science

Exhibit 3.2

I saw the Chiara Quartet last night at the Kimball Recital Hall, and once again they were fantastic. Check their website for concert dates and make it a point to see them if they’re ever in your area.

The pieces they played were written specifically for them by Jefferson Friedman–who was in the house last night–and they’re phenomenal. I can’t say I often listen to “classical” music (modern or otherwise) so seeing them twice now has been a bit of a revelation for me. They are recording the Friedman pieces soon, they say, and consider me in line to pick them up.

The two things Dusty said to me during the intermission:
  • “Which one is your favorite?” (as if we were seven-year-olds talking about the Ninja Turtles)
  • Turning to me excitedly, “An elderly person just opened a hard candy!”
2 Comments / Posted in Good Ideas, Leonardo, Music

Exhibit 2.5

One of my front car speakers sounds like it’s blown (or whatever speakers do), and so I’ve faded the music all the way to the back so I don’t have to listen to the crackling. It makes every song sound like someone whispering in my ear.

Comment / Posted in 1997, 1998, Music