Month: August 2008

  • Summer Music Project 2008: Week Eleven

    Well, what do you know? This one really does go to eleven! (It’ll go a few more beyond that, actually…)

    I came across this week’s band thanks to a fan-made music video combining the film “Nausicaa of the Valley of Wind” with the song “Surefire.” (The video’s title? “Giant Armored Maggots.” Well, it does rather neatly sum up a significant element of the movie. Unfortunately I can’t find the video file anymore, which may be for the best considering it was a low-resolution RealMedia effort. One of these days I’m going to make my own rendition with high-quality footage…) Three CD purchases later and I’ve found that Econoline Crush neatly fills the need in my library for a particular kind of vaguely alternative-sounding harder-edged rock sound. There are other bands in the same realm among my collection, to be sure, but I figured most of you wouldn’t be as familiar with this one.

    Let’s see what you think of their work. Please enjoy “Surefire,” “Blunt,” and “You Don’t Know What It’s Like.”

    Next week we’ll check in with one of the iconic figures of rock ‘n’ roll. Join us, won’t you?

  • Summer Music Project 2008: Week Ten

    We’re on the home stretch, friends!

    This week is just a silly throwback to those heady days of yore. Yes, the 1980s. For good old-fashioned pop/rock stylings with just the right amount of cheese, it’s hard to do better than Rick Springfield. Please enjoy Bop ‘Til You Drop, Dream In Color (from the album that ended his chart run in America, “Rock of Life”) and Stranger In The House (from my favorite album of his, “Tao”).

    We’ll go with something rather more obscure and “alternative” next week…

  • Summer Music Project 2008: Week Nine

    My mother and I don’t have very many things in common, and in fact for quite some time I avoided becoming a fan of Jethro Tull because she liked to play along with some of their songs on her flute. I probably don’t like them in the same way that she does, of course. I listen a lot of their stuff from the ’80s, stuff that most Tull fans turn their nose up at. (They especially despise the Under Wraps album, and I adore it.)

    Because the song “Steel Monkey” played on the radio a bit when I was starting my music collection in a big way, I picked up Crest of a Knave, the Grammy winning “heavy metal” album. (There are layers of irony in the fact that so many people were incensed because “Metallica should have won it!” Now, of course, it’s fashionable to loathe Metallica… go figure.) During my later boxed-set craze I acquired the compact disc rendition of the 5-LP box, 20 Years of Jethro Tull, a 3 disc set that seems to have vanished in favor of a single-disc Highlights sampler rather quickly. The 20 Years material guided me through the back catalog, and while I did pick up a couple of their later releases I just don’t have the same fondness for their post-Rock Island work that I do for the “middle years” material. With that said, I do highly recommend the live A Little Light Music album from 1992. It’s worth the cost almost for the stage banter alone. I’m a sucker for that sort of thing sometimes.

    I’m a weirdo, in case you’d forgotten.

    At any rate, let’s play three of my very favorite Tull tunes. “Broadsword” comes from 1982’s excellent Broadsword and the Beast, “Heat” is off of the highly electronic Under Wraps, and “Part of the Machine” was the sole new piece of music on the 20 Years compilation. (It shows up on a recent reissue of Crest of a Knave as a bonus track, for what that’s worth.)

    Next week we’ll come home for some fluffy American ’80s pop/rock music, the kind that Grandma… never used to make, come to think on it.

  • Zap! Bleep! Score!

    I may not be writing here very often, but that’s mainly because breaks from the routine are rather unusual anymore. Nobody wants to read post after post about my routine, right? Right. We’re all on the same page, then.

    Anyway: Yesterday was a definite change of pace. I left work at 3pm and headed to the kids’ place so I could attend Alex’s birthday party at Ultrazone. I went ahead and gave Alex his present right at the apartment.

    He’d been talking about saving up his babysitting money to buy a network adapter for the Playstation 2, so my bright idea was to pick one up for him. Great, but the only places I could find them were either disreputable online venues (uh, NO) or stores that said they carried the devices but were sold out. Never mind that, new, the things go for $99.

    For a whopping thirty dollars more, I could just get him the “Silver” edition Playstation 2… which comes with a built-in Ethernet port. Problem solved, and he gets a fresh console into the bargain. Never mind that I can finally take “my” PS2 home… something for everyone, really. It was on what could best be called “indefinite loan” since we kept getting the kids more games, and I wasn’t about to take the console back and leave them nothing, was I?

    We left for the party, but the original plan was to take little Bryant to his father’s place in Vancouver first. After 5pm. Through rush hour traffic. Wendi decided to go with another plan after a few minutes in stop-and-go, so Alex and Erica and I were deposited at Ultrazone to await the guests while she made the long slog north and back.

    After some initial worry that nobody was going to show up, over the course of half an hour after the party was supposed to start we greeted three of his friends from school (one from the drama group and two from the strategy gaming club, if I have things correct) and two golfing buddies from his church. All together there were nine of us, which made for a good “laser tag” group.

    Everyone was astonished to see Alex’s chin, by the way. Wendi insisted that he shave off the thick mat of a beard that he usually sports. He actually looked like a teenager again. Go figure!

    There was trouble with the pizza order, so the folks at Ultrazone gave us an additional game round beyond the two that the “party pack” came with. This means that over the course of an hour or so we all ran around in the dark with bulky chest packs, “firing lasers” at one another. (Our host pointed out that the words “shooting” and “guns” are verboten. Oh, political correctness, you’re so adorable.) Everyone had a great time, especially during the second round when our entire group faced off against another entire party group. We took seven of the top eight spots in individual scoring, and I led the pack by several thousand points over the #2 player. Go me!

    The third round was just our group playing as three teams of three, but by that point I’d been running myself ragged more than I’m used to and really slowed down a lot. (All that root beer and cake probably didn’t help.) Erica, on the other hand, had her best game ever and came in second place overall. Way to go!

    Everyone agreed that it was a great party, and most importantly Alex was completely delighted. I think we’re wrapping up his sixteenth year on this planet in grand style. He deserves it.

  • Summer Music Project 2008: Week Eight

    We’re starting off the back nine eight seven with something silly and not terribly meaningful. I like an occasional bit of Duran Duran, not because they’re the greatest band ever or because of some event in my youth or anything of that sort. No, they just happen to write some songs I like tapping my feet to on occasion.

    So, for want of any other criteria for selecting songs, I went with (sort of) a theme. Enjoy “Planet Earth,” “Taste the Summer” and “Winter Marches On.”

    We’ll be plowing ahead next week with one of the old masters of the trade. Stay tuned, won’t you?

  • Spelling FAIL

    I submitted these pics to the English Fail Blog, but given how lousy of a camera my phone turned out to be, I’m not surprised that they weren’t accepted. In the interests of sharing, however, I put the pics into my own gallery.

    First up: If you’re going to make a cheap knock-off (**) of a cheap and silly bumper sticker, you should at least get the spelling right…

    And then: Over the years, TriMet went from a “rear doors are opened by the driver” to a “rear doors are pushed open by the riders when the light turns green” system. Some of the older buses, however, don’t support the push-to-open trick. Thus we have new signage for old buses. Too bad nobody at TriMet knows how to proofread…

    This little exercise has taught me something, though. I clearly need to own a real camera again.

    (** – According to this eBay posting, what we’re seeing is “the original printing…from the 80’s.” Uh huh. Sure it is.)