Monday, July 31, 2006

10 Things iPod About You

The iPod is an interesting creature. It is basically the ultimate toy that falls under the category of "totally useless but you don't know how you ever lived without it once you have one". Actually, I take it back...it's NOT totally useless. Because I really don't know how people live anymore when they can't have their entire album collection in their hip pocket. But that's only because I have one and I've become one of them.

So this unnecessary intro is basically my segue into me playing the shuffle game to have something to write about to start. Which will basically be me either lauding or ragging on things that I own. And having not only the indignance of OMG I OWN THAT!, it gets added with OMG I TOOK THE TIME TO UPLOAD IT!

Anyhoo, 10 at random, starting now:

Primus, Tommy The Cat: I think there was a time in high school when we all convinced ourselves this album wasn't just Rush on crack. It's also that hindsight thing when Les Claypool figured out that crazed rednecks melodics were where it was at, not the whole thrash thing unto itself. They weren't quite there yet. Also, the first time I had heard this was when I had just woken up from a nap and it was some live version somewhere, and that whole post-sleep thing made it sound about 5x trippier than it would normally.

Elvis Costello, 13 Steps Lead Down: Brutal Youth is an album I've historically gone back and forth on. I think it depends on how much Get Happy! I've consumed at any given point. This period is basically the "Stardust Memories" of EC's career: I like the stuff he put out, but I prefer the early, funnier ones.

The New Pornographers, Sing Me Spanish Techno: TNP are my current crush as far as power pop goes, and that only barely factors in Neko Case. And actually, there's a line from this song that sums up The Pornos best: "listening too long to one song". Because that's one thing that they're trying their damndest to avoid, since the only problem I have with TNP is that most of the songs are these 3-minute shangri-las and just when you're completely immersed in them, it's over. Insert disgruntled ex-girlfriend joke here. You almost wish they had a little MORE pretensiousness in them, because I could stand for the 4th album to be more opus-happy. Cmon, guys...you know you wanna. And by the way, to see why I'm making a hubub, here's why

Barenaked Ladies, Next Time: And one of my former crushes, like any good jealous former crush, pops up at an inoppertune moment. The problem with BNL is when they try to be serious, you almost can't take them seriously, but that's the price they pay for trying to be circus monkeys (in the daily mail, even). And that's more the rest of the world's problem then it is my problem, but them's the breaks.

The Tea Party, The Messenger: And if you're keeping score, that's 3 Canadian bands in a row. I can see why Joss Whedon had the idea of putting this song in an episode of Angel, which is where I heard it in the first place, because it's large-scaled, it takes itself too seriously and it whines. Not unlike BroodyMcGlummigan his ownself (re: TVwoP dot com).

Jack Johnson, Wasting Time: I probably bought this during one of my folk phases. The problem with Jack Johnson isn't that he's untalented, it's that he's semmingly made out of spare parts that Sting, Dave Matthews and Ben Harper could no longer use. And what John Mayer didn't take for himself.

Iggy Pop (w/Soul Asylum), Back Door Man: : This is from the Concert For The Rock n Roll HOF 2-CD set that I probably in hindsight overpaid for, since there's about 5 worth-it songs on the whole thing, with this being one of them. And while Jim Morrison ate more chicken than a man's ever seen, Iggy prefers a non-white meat. Like any good rock record, it's loud, it's abrasive and it's over in 3 minutes in a cloud of dust. Actually it's not THAT great and of the 5 aforementioed songs, it's probably 5th.

The Cars, Magic: Since everything in the world comes back around, I didn't think much of the Cars the first time around, but then again I was only old enough to catch them on the back end. It just sounded like everything else sounded like in the 80s. But it's only later when you realize that they had sounded like that 7 years prior and that the rest of the world had merely caught up (see also Mothersbaugh/Mark, Rogers Nelson/ Prince and Heads/Talking for further reference). Although that said, this is more the MTV period. Which can and should be addressed in this space this week considering they're 25 and it makes me realize how blanker blanking old I am at this point. And as if on cue...

Tom Waits, Time: Just the moment I lament about my age, here's Tom Waits lamenting about time, time and time. Normally I love you, but for today take your troupadour hat and stick it.

Willie Nile, Cell Phones Ringing In The Pockets Of The Dead: And speaking of wannabe troupadours, it's Willie Nile, who basically has Tom Waits' career divided by five. However, that said, this song and this album (Streets of New York) are fantastic. Ever wondered what Paul Westerberg would sound like if he hadn't lost his testicles back in 1989? Here you go. See, that sounds like a slag, but really I'm giving this site an extra search engine option. But only for those people who would put "Paul Westerberg testicles" in a search engine. But hey, you gotta grab an audience from somewhere. In Willie Nile's case, it's from other imbittered musicians.

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