I turned 38 yesterday. My brother Tickle “congratulated” me by reminding me that my father once owned a t-shirt that said “40 and Sporty” on it. “That will be you in two years,” Tickle said.
We laughed because my father seemed so much older than I do. By the time my dad was 40, he had four kids, worked two jobs, and was fully entrenched in adulthood. I feel like I just entered adulthood. Tickle is still waiting for his adulthood visa, which I suspect he won’t get because he’s on a maturity watch list.
Yet, at 61, my dad doesn’t seem old at all. This is a man who, just a few weeks ago, took his shirt off during the reception at Tickle’s wedding (which I’m finally going to post this weekend). We’re going to a Bears game in a couple weeks, and I know he’s going to be knocking back beers and cheering just as rabidly as we are. Maybe the fact that he was so sporty in his forties is what kept him young.
1) “Come Together,” The Beatles. I have to hand it to McCain, it is amusing to see him try to play the “come together” card. The whole RNC has been “Democrats bad,” epitomized by the dog-whistle shrieking of Sarah “fuck community service” Palin. He then comes in and says we have to overcome the Bipartisan Rancor, making it sound like that monster that Jabba the Hut kept in a pit in the desert. Except that the biggest cheers of his speech came when he went after Obama. Good luck with all that.
I also love that he treated his hug buddy Bush like Lord Voldemort, transforming him into He Who Shall Not Be Named. And we’re supposed to believe that the party of change is the party in charge....
2) “Don’t Get Me Busted,” The Donnas. An odd dilemma in female empowerment. Is it refreshing that a group of young women can play simplistic three-chord rock and sing about nailing anything that moves as well as the boys can? Or is it just sexism wearing a strap-on? And am I part of the solution or part of the problem for liking this?
3) “What Would Wolves Do?” Les Savy Fav. This album (Let’s Stay Friends) is so up my alley. It’s got great hooks but plenty of punky fire, along with bits of 80s production like the drums in this song. And who doesn’t love a little howling?
4) “Pinhead,” The Ramones. The other day, I had a discussion with one of my friends: Top 5 movies you liked but would never want to watch again. I listed American History X (mostly because of the street curb scene), he mentioned Schindler’s List. But really, the top would have to be Todd Browning’s Freaks, which inspired this classic Ramones song. I saw it when I was in grad school and it was about as unsettling of a movie as I’d ever seen. The ending of this song always projects the ending onto my brain and gives me a bit of a shiver.
5) “Big Boring Wedding,” Guided by Voices. I miss Guided by Voices more than any other group that disbanded. Even though singer Robert Pollard was the main force and has gone on to recording solo, there was something about him in a band format that worked so much better. He could crank out catchy, rocking ditties like this song as if he had a goose that laid golden pop songs. This is one of the ones that hooked me early.
6) “Welcome to the Terrordome,” Public Enemy. I got suckered into one of those VH1 greatest videos of the 80s marathons last weekend, and at one point they brought up Public Enemy’s “Fight the Power.” I was never a big fan, because Public Enemy didn’t really speak to me. But I’m always impressed how revolutionary this still sounds. The beats, the samples, and especially the attitude sound just as innovative and intimidating as they did nearly 20 years ago. That’s one of the most difficult feats in popular music, as yesterday’s “Revolution” is today’s Nike commercial or supermarket music. I doubt we’ll ever see Public Enemy selling minivans or mutual funds.
7) “Rehab,” Amy Winehouse. I am always surprised that people express surprise at our fascination with public train wrecks. We live for train wrecks. Publicly destroying our pop culture icons is the new gladiator combat, with TMZ and Us Weekly and blogs as the new arenas. Kudos to Winehouse for not only recognizing that, but embracing it and writing songs about how fucked up she is. That keeps the emperor’s thumb in the up position.
8) “No Lucifer,” British Sea Power. From their album, Do You Like Rock Music? My question is, how can you like rock music without Lucifer? I’m not a big fan of the devil, but damn if he isn’t a demon in the producer’s chair.
Also, if you’re going to call your band British Sea Power, you should be playing some sort of combo of prog/metal/math/space rock, not refried U2. Not that I don’t like the song, it’s just that I expected something that lasted as long as a voyage across the Atlantic, that packed the wallop of broadside blast into a French frigate, and that had a little scurvy in its musical gums.
9) “Junior Partners,” Sloan. On the other hand, if you are a Canadian rock trio, you automatically get the benefit of the doubt from me. Actually, this wouldn’t be out of place as a lost track from Abbey Road.
10) “Nothing Better,” The Postal Service. Also, if you rip off the 80s, you’re bound to get a listen from me. In the case of The Postal Service, they got lots of listens. A catchy synthesizer/drum machine beat, nice male/female interplay in the vocals...they had me at the first *BOOP*.
11) “Your Time Is Gonna Come,” Led Zeppelin. The churchy organ opening is awesome. As I’ve gotten older, I think Led Zeppelin I has moved into the top slot of my favorite Zeppelin records. IV is a deserved but overplayed classic, III is eclectic but kind of a mess, and II, Physical Graffiti, and Houses of the Holy have too much hot dog filler amid the classics. This is the only Zep album where I don’t skip a track.
And I’m begging, pleading really, for them to license some songs to Rock Band. I’ve got Keith Moon, I’ve got Neil Peart, and now I need John Bonham to complete the banging on plastic drums hat trick.
Have a great weekend. I will be having my first Daddy-Daughter Day with Libby on Sunday, teaching her how to yell at the TV during sporting contests.
14 comments:
Belated Happy B-day Brando!
Enjoy your Daddy-Daughter Day. Have you gotten her a teething purity ring yet? :)
I doubt we’ll ever see Public Enemy selling minivans or mutual funds.
Flav-a-Flav is in a sitcom...
You should listen to PE's album Musick in our Mess Age, that is some awesome music.
I love the Sloan.
British Sea Power sounds like Cactus World News got back together...
Happy Birthday! I knew it was someone's else birthday yesterday besides my friend's and I couldn't think who.
Yes, I am a little Rain Man like that.
I owe you a post for it and you shall receive it when I return to blogging at some point.
Enjoy your day with Libby!
Happy Birthday! From someone who would like to think she's sporty in her forties, I think forty is my favorite decade yet.
I have a little word of caution, if you keep exposing your daughter to sports, she may end up like my oldest girl, who not only yells at the TV during football games, but during Cubs games and any Hawkeye sporting event and world cup soccer too. Things could get ugly.
Happy birthday! I'm 38 too. I miss being prime, though. Ah well...only three more years 'til 41.
Word on the GBV, and Big Boring Wedding is awesome and underrated, even by the GBV fans. It's been the opening track on my mix tapes more than once.
And hope you and Libby had fun!
My oldest today started turning red and screaming, "Why are you throwing to him, he hasn't caught a pass in five years!"
I was so proud.
extremely belated(or inappropriately early) happy birthday brando!
great list too :)
Thanks for the birthday wishes. We had our first night out without Libby. It's funny -- TLB and I fell right into our pre-Lib conversation patterns (politics, writing), which both felt normal and odd at the same time. At least we did not pull the panicky parent routine and call home every 5 minutes.
Baby girl and I did in fact watch some football together, although Da Bears were on too late for her. Libby actually watched the game for about 30-40 minutes. At one point she yelled, "You call that pass interference, you blind twat?"
Happy belated!!!
Great, she is using female genitalia references for insults.
Sooo glad the patriarchy is starting early.
I hope you got better games broadcast than we did out here. It would put her off football forever!
AG, I have corrected Libby's use of slurs.
K, I have a standing birthday gift from TLB -- Sunday Ticket. Much needed since I am in Packer country and would likely gas myself in my garage without alternative football programming.
Happy Belated Birthday, Brando! Sorry I'm late getting over here.
Hope you and Libby, Libby, Libby had a great day yesterday.
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