[ Saturday, December 06, 2003 ]
I just noticed that my link to those dirty Commies was wrong, and it accidentally sent you to the Computer Professionals of America website. Kinda humorous...
Dove With Claws [9:25 PM]
Don't tell John Ashcroft, but I got a packet of materials tonight from the Communist Party
. I imagine they got my stats from after I attended a media reform conference a few weeks ago, but that's only my best guess. Anyway, I'm not a big fan of Communist dogma, at least not in the strict sense. I'm more of a Democratic Socialist (actually, that's exactly what I am). Above all, I think Billy Bragg's got it right when he says he has a "socialism of the heart." Amen, Billy. That's what I aspire to...
Tomorrow I will officially be one week away from my last undergraduate final. As great philosophers from Socrates to Thoreau have said, how about that shit? I keep thinking of that Bob Dylan lyric: "Seven more days, all I've gotta do is survive."
On the box right now: The Romantics, 61/49. Anybody who thinks these guys were only about a couple huge radio hits needs to check out this "comeback" record, where they emerge as a kick-ass garage band with a decidedly fuzzy sensibility. They cover The Kinks' "I Need You," and it's a perfect representation of what these Detroit-ers are up to.
Dove With Claws [9:23 PM]
[ Thursday, December 04, 2003 ]
More signs of passing time: I ran into a guy today that I've known from elementary school, a guy who I rarely see anymore. He asked me when I was graduating, I replied that it was 10 days away. He said he was about to finish up his M.A. in Accounting. I remember when we both got lunch tickets, waiting for recess...
Of course, I've never really liked this dude, so don't think I'm getting sentimental on y'all or anything. Just interesting.
More interesting, perhaps, is the way that students latch on to the stupidest and most trivial information and force teachers/professors to interrogate said information until every little detail has been brought out, every possibility addressed. It happened today in Weather and Climate, where questions forced the professor to explain and discuss a 3-point (THREE FUCKIN' POINTS!) extra credit assignment for ten minutes, wasting valuable time when we could have been learning more pearls of wisdom like...
sucks!" This is something he said today, and he based his conclusions on the stupidity of offering 15-day forecasts, which he likened to basically scratching your head and guessing. It was nice to see an otherwise genial dude who clearly loves teaching and possesses an almost kindergarten-like patience for stupidity and frustration of all sorts, lash out at something. Even if that something was as indicative of his weather-geek personality as anything. Not that there's anything wrong with geekiness of any sort, especially when it's useful. So take his advice; he's a professional.
On the box: Al Green, I CAN'T STOP. This one keeps getting better...
Dove With Claws [9:22 PM]
[ Wednesday, December 03, 2003 ]
Quote of the week, from Tiff:
"Why do crappy stupid people always have a butt-load of money?"
She's talking about the new Paris Hilton reality show, which I watched last night and will be watching again tonight. I happen to love anything where the super-rich look like dumb jackasses (or "crappy stupid people," as it were), particularly when their riches came from NOTHING but privilege. I do know some folks who've found prosperity through their talents, but Paris Hilton, Nicole Richie, the Hilfiger woman on MTV and George W. Bush (for example) don't fit in that category. So fuck 'em...
On the box right now: Johnny Cash, THE ESSENTIAL COLUMBIA RECORDINGS 1956-1983, Disc 1.
Dove With Claws [4:51 PM]
[ Monday, December 01, 2003 ]
Recent musical obsession: mid-period Beach Boys, from 1965 to 1972. The real meat of the Boys' distinguished career, starting with "I Get Around"/"Don't Worry Baby," a strong candidate for the greatest single ever released, through to SUNFLOWER and SURF'S UP, the best post-Brian-breakdown records they made, and then to basically their final hurrah with HOLLAND and CARL AND THE PASSIONS, the two albums made with South African R&B musicians Rikki Fataar (later a Rutle) and Blondie Chaplin (now singing back-up with some band called the Rolling Stones). Anyone who doubts that the Boys made some of not only the best but the deepest
pop music ever created has obviously never dug on songs like "Surf's Up," "Feel Flows," "Hold On Dear Brother" or "'Til I Die," with its haiku-like lyrics of existential quandaries, for example:
I'm a cork on the ocean
Floating over the raging sea
How deep is the ocean?
How deep is the ocean?
A far cry from the striped-shirt cartoon goofballs that Murray Wilson had them trapped as at the beginning of their career and that Mike Love has now regressed them back into. Fuck Mike Love. Listen to Carl Wilson sing "I Can Hear Music," or Dennis Wilson's plaintive songs like "Barbara," or Al Jardine's surprisingly gritty vocal style, and you'll realize that having Mike Love the last original member of the Boys still performing is just about the worst fuckin' thing that could've happened. At least Brian's still alive.
I've loved The Beach Boys for a long time, and would be happy to state a further case to anyone as to why they rank as one of the greatest American musical entities of all time. Believe it or not, Duke Ellington, Stevie Wonder, Hank Williams etc. had better make room...
November was the deadliest month yet for Americans in Iraq, and all indications now suggest that this month might even be worse. I don't really know whether to be optimistic or pessimistic about our chances of tossing that smirking asshole and his fascist friends out of the White House next year, but further troubles in Iraq can't be good for the Dubya cabal.
By the way, I graduate from college in less than two weeks. Hard to believe the time and credits have passed, but - when I really look back on it - it's not hard to see where it went. Some would say that the time went quickly, but more realistically I find myself amazed at the distance I've traveled from the last time I graduated. Of course, I haven't really gone that far either. Just a little paradox, I guess.
On the box right now: THIS TOO WILL PASS, my year-end mix. I'm checking out the masters to make sure they're clear. So far so good.
Dove With Claws [8:13 PM]