04.13.11 – a wednesday

word

remunerate [ri-myoo-nuh-reyt] v. 1. to pay, recompense or reward for work, trouble, etc. 2. to yield a recompense for (work, services, etc.)

birthday

Thomas Jefferson (1743), Butch Cassidy (1866), Don Adams (1923), Paul Sorvino (1939), Al Green (1946), Christopher Hitchens (1949), Caroline Rhea (1964), Rick Schroder (1970)

standpoint

Recently, a relatively new friend of mine and I were discussing music and, during the course of that conversation, he said something like this to me: “Yeah, but no one gives a shit about lyrics anymore.”

I definitely respect the guy’s opinion and I told him I disagreed with him but I quickly moved back to the topic we’d been laboring on. But, later, I thought back to what he said and it kind of irked me and mostly because he was kind of right.

Once again, I find myself in the minority when it comes to the popular (or unpopular, depending on which is deemed cooler, I guess) opinion in regards to current music.

A song’s lyrics are as important to me as everything else going on. Otherwise, I’ll just pop in some Béla Fleck or John Scofield. Disregarding the lyrics of a song is, to me, the same as dismissing it. Even if the lyrics are haphazard or nonsensical. It might be the English lit nerd in me talking here but words are always gonna be words and they have meanings and those meanings are subjective on an individual basis despite the artist’s intent.

I’m sure Sean Kelly has my back on this one.

quotation

Every true genius is bound to be naive. ↔ J.C.F. von Schiller

tune

Getting back on the subject of song lyrics, Joshua Radin is pretty awesome when it comes to that. (For the record, I don’t care if Radin is more popular with soccer moms than hipster music enthusiasts. True story.) As most of you know, my best friend Harvey passed away a few months back. The night I said goodbye to him in the hospital, I went home and – surprise – I couldn’t sleep. I grabbed my iPod and my headphones and decided to walk around my neighborhood until I got sleepy. After an hour or so, I found myself sitting on the steps of the train station by my house, looking up at all the fake, yellow lights illuminating the parking lot. And then “Streetlight” came on and I heard “I don’t know where to go/So I think I’ll sit and stay here a while/’Til I figure it out.” I listened to the song about 34 more times before I walked home and collapsed into my bed. I’m still sort of lost without Harvey and I’m sure it wasn’t Radin’s lyrical aim that I make his song about losing my best friend but that’s what happened.

gallimaufry

This was the most popular story on Yahoo! News yesterday and had almost 10,000 shares on Facebook. Stuff like this makes me hate everybody.

This Saturday, April 16th is Record Store Day. I’ll be down at Main Street Music in Manayunk. You should be too. I’ll let you buy me a beer. It’s true.

→ If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it a hundred times: When you’re robbing a little girl’s lemonade stand, don’t drive off and leave your girlfriend behind to get arrested because chances are she’s gonna crack under questioning. Why doesn’t anyone ever listen to me?

04.13.10 – A Tuesday

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word

dishabille [dis-uhbeel, –bee] n. 1. the state of being dressed in a careless, disheveled, or disorderly style or manner; undress 2. a garment worn in undress 3. a loose morning dress 4. a disorderly or disorganized state of mind or way of thinking

birthday

Catherine de’ Medici (1519), Thomas Jefferson (1743), F. W. Woolworth (1852), Butch Cassidy (1866), Philippe de Rothschild (1902), Samuel Beckett (1906), Howard Keel (1919), Don Adams (1923), Seamus Heaney (1939), Paul Sorvino (1940), Susan Davis (1944), Al Green (1946), Christopher Hitchens (1949), Ron Perlman (1950), Peabo Bryson (1951), Max Weinberg (1951), Caroline Rhea (1964), Rick Schroder (1970), Lou Bega (1975), Jonathan Brandis (1976)

standpoint

Nothing new to gripe about today. Come back tomorrow for some more.

quotation

I think there are only three things America will be known for 2000 years from now when they study this civilization: the Constitution, jazz music and baseball. Gerald Early

tune

Sometimes a band I don’t particularly care for makes a song that I absolutely love. Such is the case with “Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby” by Counting Crows.

gallimaufry

Would these people just do the right thing and buck up all ready? It’s not only embarrassing to you religious types, but to all of us human folks, as well.

→ Wow. Didn’t see this one coming but I’m a big fan. Welcome back, Conan O’Brien.

Finally some people with a little common sense. I love how the tea party idiots are portraying themselves as victims.