Shot Of Rhythm

[ Friday, September 16, 2005 ]


For the love of God

This is one of the funnier things I've seen in quite a while. Some cagey smart-ass edited together clips from a particularly over-the-top televangelist with some choice sound effects. Have yerself a laugh:

By the way, my building manager told me that he's hipped the cops AND the landlord to the buffoons who live downstairs. (See below.) Now they know that I'm this grad student ain't nothin' to fuck wit.

On the box right now: Kanye West, LATE REGISTRATION, to be followed by Common, BE. Chi-town hip-hop is certainly representing this year.


Dove With Claws [1:23 PM]

[ Thursday, September 15, 2005 ]


Now you've gone too far

Last night, for the first time ever, I called the cops on my downstairs neighbors. I wasn't happy about this (even though I could have busted them dozens of times before), but - being that it was Wednesday night/Thursday morning and I had to work the next day - I was much less inclined to let it pass. It all started as most of their bacchanals do, with loud talking (shouting, really) on their patio accompanied by muffled music from inside the apartment. At some point, though, they must have decided to break down the doors and share their music with the neighborhood, a generosity of spirit that has afflicted said neighborhood (including this neighbor) for over a year.

So, out came the really fuckin' loud music. We're now rolling into the third or fourth hour of this (about 1 AM), and the music's getting louder, along with their off-key, drunk shout-a-longs that always add to my enjoyment of their free public performances. Still, even as pissed as I was getting, I wasn't quite ready to pull the trigger. But then, as the poets say, the line was crossed: just after 2 AM, they blasted Alabama's "Mountain Music," louder than anything that came before it. I actually think that someone besides me was yelling at them, because this part of the display took on a tone of defiance, accompanied by what I'm pretty sure were shouts of "Fuck you" or something such like.

This was it for me. Apart from the fact that it's now 2:30 AM on a Thursday morning, and the party's still jumping with no signs of slowing, they had to announce their intentions with one of the hackiest-ass songs I've ever heard. (As Robbie Fulks says, "Alabama's grand/The state, not the band.") Not that I'd have been less likely to 5-0 them if they'd been playing Chuck Berry or Loretta Lynn, but the song choice was all too perfect.

So, I called the cops, they came over, and the party (eventually) quieted down. My new resolution (as I just informed my landlord) is to call the cops on these buffoons every time they pull this stunt. (Which, if past experience holds, should be several times a month.) I've stands alls I can stands, and I can't stands no more. They fought the law, and (this time) the law won.

On the box right now: El Gran Silencio, SUPER RIDDIM INTERNACIONAL, VOL. 1. One of the great things about modern Latin music (from Shakira to Ozomatli) is that it holds within it traces of basically every musical style that came before it. Viva.


Dove With Claws [10:22 AM]

[ Tuesday, September 13, 2005 ]



-Why is it that listening to the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band reminds me of being a kid, and thus send me into a state of nostalgic reminiscing?

-Anybody else want to switch discussion sections?

-Why did Bush accept blame?

-Does everybody have the syllabus?

-Is anything going to beat Kanye West's "Gold Digger" for the title of my favorite single of the year?

-Am I the only one who's super excited for EVERYBODY HATES CHRIS, the new Chris Rock show on UPN?

-How do you do what you do to me?

On the box right now: Kanye West, LATE REGISTRATION.


Dove With Claws [8:09 PM]



Bush actually admits responsibility for something:;_ylt=ArArUBmSJxyPuOcV8jhz6W6tOrgF;_ylu=X3oDMTA3OXIzMDMzBHNlYwM3MDM

This is the first time I can be anything like happy with Bush. Let's just hope that this (apparent) mea culpa doesn't distract people from the way that the clean-up is becoming a feeding trough for Bush's buddies (like Haliburton), and the way that John Roberts is skating through his confirmation hearings.

On the box right now: Paul McCartney, CHAOS AND CREATION IN THE BACKYARD. After two listens, this sounds like his best album in many, many years. Really lovely.


Dove With Claws [1:05 PM]

[ Monday, September 12, 2005 ]



Got back last night from the Springsteen Symposium, which was - with a couple minor exceptions - a pretty wonderful event. Too much to tell, really, combined with the fact that I'm pretty well wiped, particularly after getting up to teach this morning.

More later on, when I can put two sentences together without sounding like a moron.

On the box right now: Larry Williams, THE SPECIALTY ROCK AND ROLL YEARS.


Dove With Claws [12:17 PM]