Monday, July 30, 2007

Let The Lamp Afix Its Beam


And lo, let it be written that those who have held fast to the true faith of Chipper Jones and John Smoltz will be rewarded. So it was written of old and so the covenant has been upheld. Today, true believers, we have truly been rewarded- Mark Teixeira has left the sweltering plains of Texas and joined the chosen flock in Atlanta.

With his career OPS+ of 127, Brother Mark is exactly what Atlanta needs, especially since it seems that brother Andruw is about to depart our flock for wealtheir pastures. And the best rumors also suggest that the Braves are on the verge of maybe acquiring Octavio Dotel from Kansas City to further solidify our Bullpen. Suddenly, another NL East title seems to be within our grasp. The fact that Mark has Atlanta ties, being a former Yellow Jacket, suggests that this is nothing less than destiny.

Update: Atlanta just traded Kyle Daives for Octavio Dotel. This should be good.

Thursday, July 26, 2007

Sad News

Just heard that Wake Forest coach Skip Prosser died today. Obviously this is a tragedy, but even worse is that it comes when Skip seemed on the verge of bringing in an amazing class that would bring the program out of the funk it's been in since Chris "Cockpunch" Paul left.

Tuesday, July 24, 2007

Workingman's Blues

You can hang back or fight your best on the front lines...


Anyway, I'm once again staffing the FOL office at NCSU. Thus far, this has mainly consisted of re-reading a Nick Hornby novel (A Long Way Down, which is not his best book, but better than what most of the critics I read made it out to be). I'm not complaining about being here, though. Ever since the desire to purchase a Wii at the earliest conceivable date sprung up within me with an evangelical furor (around 6:00 on Sunday, I think) work has become more philosophically bearable. Hopefully, no one will come by the office or call the office looking for assistance, especially since now I'm pretty much able to offer said assistance, which takes away my ability to plead ignorance honestly.

I don't know if I've mentioned this yet, but if you haven't heard the latest Dylan song, you're missing out. It's called "Huck's Tune", and he recorded it for the soundtrack to a movie called "Lucky You" that spent about twenty minutes in the theaters. The soundtrack, actually, looked a lot better than the movie- a couple of Springsteen songs, and a couple of Dylan songs- "Like A Rolling Stone", which is of course one of the three or four greatest songs in all of popular music ever, and the new one, which he wrote for the movie, apparently. (Quick trivia question- what song did Bob Dylan write for the movie "Midnight Cowboy", but not finish in time to include in the film, and was therefore replaced by "Everybody's Talkin"? Bonus points if you know who wrote "Everybody's Talkin"- it wasn't Harry Nillson)

You can really tell how bored I am.

Monday, July 23, 2007

Cool.



Okay, so I was bored, and I began poking aroudn the music files at the internet archive. And I found the Elliot Smith show from 2000 at the Ritz. This was the show that I went to during the middle of AP Exams my senior year of high school. I haven't listened to the show yet, so I have no idea if the quality of the bootleg is any good, but I'm geeked either way.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

It is Finished

I finished the new Harry Potter about an hour ago. I won't give anything away, except to say that it's good, if not quite as likable as some of the earlier books. I'm going to probably re-read it in the next week or so, since I probably missed a few finer points in my haste to finish the book.

Friday, July 20, 2007

Quick Emmy Thoughts



I don't actually care very much about the Emmys, but I did take notice of the nominations, and I'm essentially just killing time until Harry Potter shows up tomorrow.

Obviously Sopranos deserves everything it gets. I thought the last season (or last half season, if you want to be accurate) was fantastic. I am, however, hoping that Hugh Laurie snags the acting Emmy. Gregory House is the best character on television (he moved past my second favorite, Adrian Monk, pretty quickly, actually) and Hugh Laurie's performance is the best reason to watch network television in the post-Arrested Development era. Season three was probably the weakest so far (anyone who wasn't tired of the cop storyline after the third or fourth episode is lying) but Laurie was always captivating.

I'm a little disappointed that Battlestar Galactica didn't get a nomination for best drama. In theory, the show should be utter shit, and it certainly shouldn't be one of the bastions of intelligent commentary on television.

Thank god that Family Guy didn't get nominated for outstanding animated series. However, at this point The Simpsons is getting nominations out of force of habit- Venture Brothers is much more deserving (and if Robot Chicken gets nominated, then they know Adult Swim exists). My pick here is South Park's fantastic Warcraft episode.

I had no idea there even was an emmy for commercials. That's a little strange.

Anyway, the nominations are here.

Hogwarts Calling



So, as the last Harry Potter novel (theoretically, anyway) drops in about twenty-four hours. Based on previous experience, I'm guessing that my copy will arrive at my mailbox in about thirty-six hours. (I'm more than willing to wait that long if it means I can avoid the crowds of people wearing costumes at the book stores at midnight.) Right now, I'm doing my best to avoid spoilers- at this point I'm avoiding any wikipedia pages remotely connected to Harry Potter out of concern that someone will give away the ending, because people are stupid, vile creatures who do things like that.

But all that's beside the point, since I'm fairly certain that I've worked out how this thing has to end. It has to be one of a handful of ways.

1- Harry, Hermoine and Ron have finally taken out Lord Voldemort, and they go to a diner to celebrate. Harry orders the onion rings, and starts flipping through the juke box. The book describes a series of sketchy looking witches and wizards entering the diner. One menacing wizard comes out of the bathroom, you turn the page, and then there's nothing but blank pages. All the critics think the ending's brilliant, while the regular fans just feel ripped off.

2- The book begins with the death of Voldemort, who utters the single word "Fire Bolt" before he dies. The rest of the book is a series of flashbacks, as Harry and company journey through Voldemort's life, as remembered by those who knew him best. In the end, they decide that they might never know what the word means, as they take a box of his childhood belongings to be destroyed, they don't notice that on his first broomstick, the word "Fire Bolt" is etched into the handle. The book ends.

3- At the end of the book, Harry and his friends finally have Voldemort cornered. Hermoine suddenly realizes that what everyone thought was his face, disfigured by decades of use of evil magic, was actually a mask. They rip the mask off, only to discover that Lord Voldemort was actually the owner of the run-down amusement park near Hogwarts. The last line of the book? "And I would have gotten away with it, if it wasn't for you meddling kids".

4- At the end of the book, Harry wakes up next to Suzanne Pleshette. He tells her he had such a weird dream...

I'm pretty confident that one of those is the actual ending.

[I'm so lame]

Thursday, July 19, 2007

Live at the Crossroads: Little Brother at the Cat's Cradle.


Better late than never, I suppose.

Little Brother got a deal with Atlantic as much because Ninth Wonder worked with Jay-Z as the considerable strength of their album The Listening. They put out an instant classic concept album, The Minstrel Show, and seemed to be on the verge of something huge. But a funny thing happened on the way to stardom- the album sold considerably below everyone's expectations, and BET refused to air one video on the grounds that it was "too smart" (this is, of course, precisely what the Minstrel Show album was satirizing). After that, producer Ninth Wonder- in many ways the biggest star in the group- left (or was asked to leave) and Atlantic lost interest in promoting the group. So, here we have a group that many feel to be the legitimate heirs of golden-age icons like De La Soul or A Tribe Called Quest, but instead of of arriving at the next level, they have arrived at the crossroads. As I was thinking about their upcoming free concert at the Cat's Cradle, I could not help but wonder if the group was in the process of regrouping, playing in their own backyard, or if they were about to fall apart.

It is, I think, only a slight exaggeration to view the current state of main-stream hip hop as being in a place much like the precarious position I imagined LB to be in, and that the case of LB demonstrates exactly how popular hip hop wound up in the place it is. Make no mistake, above ground hip hop is in a bad shape- athough for most of my time as a music fan I've been a casual observer of the hip hop scene, I can never remember things being quite like this- not even in the worst days of the East Coast/West Coast feud. Record sales across the music industry, of course, are down, but it has been demonstrated that hip hop sales are especially down, and more than that, quality artists have all but disappeared from the soundscan charts- with OutKast apparently all but broken up as a musical duet, Jay-Z's mediocre last album, Eminem's last solo album three years in the rearview mirror and even the Beastie Boys putting out a solo album of insturmentals, Kanye West seems to be the last bastion of the main stream still putting out music that demands listenings. The industry is drowning in inane, monotous krunk-drenched nonsense, and while the underground is thriving, unless Common or Kanye West can capture the airwaves it is hard to imagine any of them crossing over to the mainstream.

Little Brother, who aren't off when they complain of "more press than soundscans" seems to be in a particularily tricky situation. While BET calls them "too smart" for the mainstream, LB would appear to be too rooted in a classic hip-hop tradition to follow the paths of acts like Aesop Rock, El-P, Atmosphere or Sage Francis, who have been able to reach large crowds of backpackers and skaters, more conversant with the Pixies or White Stripes than De La Soul or Rakim. Instead of being seen as the best of both worlds- as clever as the underground but able to make people move like the above ground, LB, one fears, could wind up stuck fifteen years too late- a throwback to Native Tongues in a time when De La only makes the airwaves working with Gorillaz. And worst of all, this comes at a time when the mainstream NEEDS an act like LB more than ever- someone smart and able to point out the absurdities of the current scene over beats too good to be ignored. LB put it wonderfully- " I love hip hop, I just hate the niggas in it". This is precisely the voice that hip hop needs to avoid becoming even more of a bloated parody of itself in the public's eye.

As it turns out, if LB is in trouble, then no one told Phonte and Big Pooh. They took the stage before an audience that could only have been more of a home crowd if the show had been in the middle of the NC Central campus, and the two MCs were relaxed and fully confident in their considerable powers. I think we sometimes forget that hip hop, despite it's serious, politically concious side- it's role as the "CNN of the streets" (although lately one would be forgiven for mistaking it for the Home Shopping Network) is supposed to be fun. LB Is fully capable of cutting as deep as anyone, but their best work has often been as funny as it is socially concious or politically relevant. This, I think, more than any other factor, is why I'm not alone in persistently trying to compare them to the best of the Native Tongues stable.

Playing with a live backing band, Orgone, instead of with a DJ (prompting Phonte, if I remember correctly- a dubious proposition, since it's not in my notes, to joke that we were witnessing LB unplugged) LB put on a show that easily convinced me that my fears for the group's future were sorely misplaced. In between songs from both albums and their Chitlin Circuit mixtapes, the band joked around, clearly having a great time- they took us to church- a church not far from James Brown's Triple Rock Baptist Church in the Blues Brothers, giving the audience a rendition of "The Greatest Love of All" straight out of the funniest scene in Coming to America ("That boy's good!"). Unsurprisingly, their was a Justus League cameo, Khryis (I hope I spelled that in the correct incorrect way). Despite my own hopes, Big Daddy Kane, who collaborated with LB on the fantastic soundtrack song "Welcome to Durham" (Best line- "Goddamn- I found Brooklyn in the South) and who was a surprise guest at the GZA's similar free show, did not make an appearance, but I suppose I can hardly blame LB for my own fantasies not coming through. It didn't matter that much anyway, it's not like anyone was dissapointed when the show ended.

If LB is at a critical juncture in their career, which I still think is slightly true, that night they demonstrated that Big Pooh and Phonte were more than capable of overcoming this situation. A new album, Get Back, is set to drop this fall (I'm probably the only person who connected the album title with the Beatle's legendarily acrimonious "Get Back" sessions, which produced the Let It Be album, and I'm almost certainly wrong in reading this into the new project). Little Brother is probably not going to get the opportunity to save the industry, but they never asked for that thankless role anyway. And at any rate, as long as acts like LB are around, on the verge of the mainstream but apparently too good to break through, the music will be fine. And ultimately, as long as the music survives (as it will always do) then the industry can be damned.

Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Because the kids demand content


Hey.

It's been a few days since I've posted anything of consequence, but instead of right now fixing that, I'm just going to say that I've got a bunch of stuff written out in my O5R notebook that I'll be posting over the next couple of days. I haven't been busy or anything, just very lazy. I'm at work in the moment (they were so desperate that I, of all people, was called in to hold down the office) but a few quick thoughts:

-Blaze, the "new" Richard Bachman book is probably the best novel King has published under his pseudonym. It ain't The Stand, but it's much better than Running Man or The Long Walk.

-I have finished re-reading the Harry Potter books, and right now I'm actually toying with the idea of re-re-reading book 6 before Saturday, especially since I don't really want to be in the middle of a book when book 7 drops, since I'll probably spend about 12 straight hours reading that and then spend the next couple of days re-reading it, this time noticing things besides the plot.

-Season One of Psych is now out on DVD, and is worth checking out if you haven't seen it- for me it was the palate-cleansing sorbet after watching three or fours of 24 a day for a few weeks.

-The Braves really need to win tonight. Getting swept by the bloody Reds when we were this close to catching up with the Mets would just be really... really un-good.

-You just know that if Michael Vick played for the Hawks, instead of the Falcons, there would be crowds trying to burn down the NBA headquarters. I'm just saying. I just finished reading the latest AP article on Vick (or, as he was known in the dog-fighting world, "Ookie") at Yahoo sports, which had the greatest line a the bottom of the article- "Use what you learned in this article to dominate at Yahoo Fantasy Football in 2007". Which means, I suppose, draft Joey Harrington for your league.

Thursday, July 12, 2007

Q: What Do These Musical Acts Have in Common?


Sly & The Family Stone
Neil Young
The Doors
The Grateful Dead
Jimi Hendrix
KRS-One
The Clash
The Velvet Underground
The Band
The Who
The Kinks
2Pac
Bob Marley
The Pretenders
The Sex Pistols
Talking Heads
The Jam
Oasis
Leonard Cohen
Tori Amos
Blondie
The Zombies
Big Star
Love
Tom Petty
The Smiths
Patti Smith
The Replacements

A: Hillary Clinton has more Grammy awards than all of these acts combined.

(1 to 0)

(Insomnia and wikipedia don't go well together)

Tuesday, July 10, 2007

I'm Famous


Ladies (and Stacey) and Gentlemen (and Keith), I have finally made it to the big time. Provided that by "big time", you mean having an email read on the air in Washington DC talk radio. Tony Kornheiser, best known for the magnificent show Pardon The Interruption, has a daily radio show. However, he went off the air about ten days ago, and is currently replaced by a radio host named David Burd. And on Monday's show, my email correcting Burd on Jimmy Chamberlain's membership in the current Smashing Pumpkins line-up was read on the air. How can Hollywood not be the next stop?

Of course, being slightly lame, I've listened to the segment about four times today on the podcast (available at iTunes- the Tony Kornheiser show podcast, Monday's edition, about five minutes before the end. Not that I'm suggesting anything).

In order to fully demonstrate the importance of my big celebrity moment, I figured you should all see the picture of me with the Stanley Cup (a personal friend, I might add).

Saturday, July 7, 2007

I Knew Something Was Incredible About Harry Potter


This is kind of a weird thought, even by my standards, but...

Okay, so I kind of have Harry Potter on the mind. I'm re-reading book 4 at the moment, and I'm kind of half-watching the second movie on television. It's the quidditch match between Slytherin and Gryffindor, and I notice that in the movie, the quidditch players have these kind of gauntlets/arm protectors on. Which makes me wonder, if you're going to wear one piece of protective equipment while you're playing a sport on broomsticks fifty feet in the air, wouldn't you choose a helmet? Or is that just me?


You can all go back to reality now.

Oh, and I'm quite put out by the new "7 Wonders" list. This is what happens when you let the unwashed masses decide things. I won't dignify this travesty with any further comment. (Although that would help my eternal mental quest for content...)

Friday, July 6, 2007

It Was Fifty Years Ago Today



I don't know if anyone else knows this, but today is the fiftieth anniversary of one of the most important days in the twentieth century. Fifty years ago, July 6 1957, John Winston Lennon met James Paul McCartney at a fete in Liverpool. The most important musical partnership ever (sorry Gilbert and Sullivan) was born. If you ask me, we set off the fireworks two days too early.

So, in honor of the auspicious moment, here are the ten greatest Beatles songs. I wholly reserve the right to change the list based on any sudden, violent mood swings that might arise between now and the next time I make such a list.

1. A Day in the Life.
2. Hey Jude
3. Strawberry Fields Forever
4. A Hard Day's Night
5. Penny Lane
6. Yesterday
7. Something
8. In My Life
9. Tomorrow Never Knows
10. Eleanor Rigby

Looking at the list, it is obvious to me that creating such a list for the Fab Four is simply not possible. The Beatles have about twenty-five songs that belong in the ten greatest. My desire to try and balance the Lennon and McCartney numbers, and to throw in at least one George song doesn't help.

Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Find Those Detonators


Sorry to disapear for a few days. It's not as if I've been busy or anything. I've just not had much of anything to say. I mean, I could bitch about Scooter Libby, or Edgar Renteria being left off the all-star team, but who really cares?

Part of what's distracted me from hammering out the usual drivel was my birthday yesterday (I'm old now- a quarter of a century), or rather, the unexpected bounty of wholly undeserved but expected gifts. In the past few days, I've gotten a hold of seasons 3-5 of 24, which turns out to have been a very good show that I seem to have latched onto too late, season 8 of Seinfeld (the first non Larry David season, which has more great moments than great episodes), the "new" "Stephen King" novel (published under the name of Richard Bachman, and written about thirty years ago, apparently), a fantastic book about the 1984 NBA draft (that would be the Olajuwon/Jordan/Barkley/Stockton/Sam Bowie draft) called "Tip-Off" which I've already finished, a fantastic, if eclectic, collection of songs from iTunes (highlights include Bryan Ferry's new album of Dylan covers, three tracks by the Zombies, a couple of Toots & the Maytalls tracks, Sam and Dave's "Hold On, I'm Coming", which is among the most perfect singles anyone has ever recorded, and what might be the two best tracks the Ramones recorded during their extended decline- "Pet Semetary" and "Bonzo Goes to Bitburg" also called "My Brain Is Hanging Upside Down"), plus John Updike and Philip Roth novels (old ones). Like I said, a collection as wonderful as it is undeserved.

Right now I'm in the middle of the second Harry Potter novel, which is slightly better than I remember it being, as part of the big re-read of the entire series in anticipation of the new novel. I'm curious as to how Rowling will possibly meet expectations here- if the last episode of Sopranos was a cultural event, this is much bigger in a lot of ways. And while I adored the ending of the Sopranos, I know a lot of people hated it. Think about it- if Harry dies, a lot of people will be pissed off, but you could probably make a good case for Harry's death being the best ending from Rowling's point of view (the same way that Cervantes needed to kill Don Quixote at the end of part two, so no one can write another one, leaving aside artistic reasons altogether.)

Anyway, just wanted all of my loyal readers (both of my loyal readers) to know I hadn't forgotten them.