[ Friday, July 08, 2005 ]
Irish Republican HottiesSo, today was the last day of this Irish history class I'm taking, and this charmingly crazy girl who sits in front of me made quite the revelation just before class:
"Wow, I'd really like to see Gerry Adams naked."
Now, for those who don't know who Gerry Adams is, he's the head of Sinn Fein, the radical Irish nationalist party that may or may not be part of the Irish Republican Army. Now, while some say that power maketh the man, I ask you to view this man's image and tell me if you think he qualifies for the higher echelons of lusty appreciation:
http://www.menneskeret.dk/tema/krigogkonflikt/Nordirland/portraet/gerryadams/foto_af_gerry_adams.jpgUgly? Of course not. Worthy of breathy whispers and batting eyes? Not sure.
On the box right now: Funkadelic, MOTOR CITY MELTDOWN: DEFINITIVE COLLECTION, Disc 1. Free your mind and your ass will follow.
Peace...
Dove With Claws [8:54 PM]
SheeshI'm hot and cold on the Black-Eyed Peas; I agree with some review I read that suggested that they're best described as the B-52s of hip-hop - fun, good at parties, but about as deep as a vanilla wafer. Some of their stuff is cool, other stuff not as exciting, but there is a song on their new album, MONKEY BUSINESS, that is almost as embarrassing as the Cowboy Troy monstrosity from earlier in the summer. (See previous entry.) "My Hump" has got to be one of the stupidest, most contrived club jams that I've heard in some time, with lyrics that are clearly trying too hard to triangulate the bad-girl vibe of Ciara, Missy, Kelis or Khia with the Peas' trademark sunshine-daydream dance party. I won't even try to describe the disaster that this song is, but suffice to say that any song that uses the repeated use of the term "lady lumps" is not gonna make it too high on my list.
The rest of the album is spotty; there's some embarrasingly cliched material, but there are a couple tracks - particularly an R&B thing called "Don't Lie" - that are as good as they've come up with. But "My Hump" is a complete catastrophe. Be afraid; be very afraid.
Reminder to see below about Saturday night's Slipper Club gig. Hope to see some of y'all humps there...
On the box right now: Black-Eyed Peas, MONKEY BUSINESS.
Peace...
Dove With Claws [8:29 AM]
[ Thursday, July 07, 2005 ]
Y'all comeThis Saturday night (7/9), my band Blixie is playing at Madison's world-famous Slipper Club (
www.slipperclub.net). The show's at 10, cover's $5, and we're sharing the bill with a blues-from-Mars duo called Hot Foot Powder and The Exchange, a rock band from Minneapolis. Should be a good time, and I hope some of y'all out here in the blogosphere will make an appearance.
By the way, there's a girl in this class I'm in right now that has worn a T-shirt advertising her sorority
every single day of this 4-week course. Not the same shirt, mind you; she seems to have a stable of about six or seven different ones. They're the typical kind of cliche that is neither offensive nor inspiring (one says "Represent!," and then there's the Green Day-biting "It's something unpredictable...but in the end it's right"). I have nothing against the Greek system, at least not in theory, but I'm hoping against hope for a wardrobe change in the final two days of this class.
On the box right now: Missy Elliott, THE COOKBOOK.
Peace...
Dove With Claws [8:40 AM]
[ Tuesday, July 05, 2005 ]
CertaintyWhat with life being so topsy-turvy, it's nice that a few things in life are relatively guaranteed. The next couple weeks are good for such things: another great Missy Elliott album, another great (-looking) book from Chuck Klosterman, another summer of great/bad reality TV on VH1 ("Hogan Knows Best" and "Celebrity Fit Club 2" look particularly fun), another Major League Baseball All-Star Game, another funny-looking comedy from Vince Vaughn and Owen Wilson, another brother from another mother from another Saturday night from another brick in the wall from another... ... Sorry, got away from myself there.
On the box right now: Missy Elliott, THE COOKBOOK. About 2/3 of the way in, this sounds like Missy's best since MISS E...SO ADDICTIVE, and maybe the best of her career. Gloriously old-school, wonderfully naughty, and with beats 'til doomsday. God bless Miss Misdemeanor...
Peace...
Dove With Claws [3:30 PM]
[ Sunday, July 03, 2005 ]
This is my countryPeace is patriotic.
Protest is patriotic.
Satire is patriotic.
Pain is patriotic.
Questioning is patriotic.
Disagreement is patriotic.
Rock and roll is patriotic.
Hip-hop is patriotic.
Country music is patriotic.
A raised fist is patriotic.
An open hand is patriotic.
A bleeding heart is patriotic.
A middle finger can be patriotic.
The pursuit of equality and justice is patriotic.
The satisfaction of a long week's work is patriotic.
Woody Guthrie, Martin Luther King and Mother Jones were patriotic.
I am patriotic.
On the box right now: Etta James, TELL MAMA: THE COMPLETE MUSCLE SHOALS SESSIONS. After looking for this disc for a good while, I found a used copy. Why anybody would sell this wonderful collection of Southern soul music is beyond me.
Peace...
Dove With Claws [9:23 PM]
