Sunday, February 19, 2006
Meme, Bash, Miller
The Post in Three Parts.
Part One:
Tag me for a meme, will you? Well here are the 7 Songs That I Can’t (For the Life of Me, Damnit) Get Out of My Mildly Hung-Over Head.
- “Desperado" by the Eagles. Because Jeff G cruelly serenaded us with this song for a good portion of the bash. Evil Jeff.
- “Stories from the Streets” by Madrugada. A cool, catchy little rocker with a sort of Spanish edge to the guitars.
- “Judy is a Punk” by The Ramones. Because I put it on a CD that I’ve had in my car for the last week and all the extra time that I’ve spent in traffic on I-25 has given me the appropriate amount of time to completely burn this one into my brain. Burned, I tell you.
- “Ain’t That a Shame” by Fats Domino. Because it comes up right after “Judy is a Punk.” Works surprisingly well…
- “In Quelle Trine Morbide” as sung by Kiri te Kanawa. Because I accidentally discovered that I like opera. And she has a beautiful voice.
- “Oh My God” by Kaiser Chiefs. For no particularly good reason.
- “What My Friends Say” by Low Flying Owls. Because messy rock music will never be dead in my world.
Who shall I tag with this meme? The first seven people to respond to this post are tagged with the virus and will be treated accordingly. But your lists better not disappoint me or I’ll pelt you with used New Kids on the Block CDs so that everyone can see your shame. And the little lumpy marks on your head from the sharp corners of the CD holders.
Now, if you want the rules, you’ll have to go to link above (and then you’ll see the English Guy’s list, which is worth the trip all by itself). I also encourage players to subtly change the rules--like any good virus, a good meme should mutate a little bit along the way.
Part Two:
The Bash? Well…
- Time traveling bloggers.
- Broken livers.
- Sick moms. Adorable children.
- No Doug? No Doug…
- Gettin’ Jiggity widdit. I just wanted to say that.
- No Robin? No Robin..
Which is to say, a relatively tame gathering. I blame it on the frigid temperatures and the poor planning and publicizing on my part. Which just means that we’ll have to start planning the Big Summer Bash sometime soon just to give people enough time to make plans.
And save extra money for shots…
On a slightly different note, the Libercontrarian is back in the fold. I was actually a little surprised to see him since he hadn’t RSVP’d and it looked as if he might have abandoned the blogging world, which would have been a huge disappointment to me. He’s one of the most reliable conversation starters at the meetings and a hell of a nice guy, too. I hope that I’ll be able to go out with Wadcutter, Jed, Publicola, and Libercontrarian on a shoot some time soon.
Part 3:
About Bode Miller, in reference to “Fifth Place, Disqualified, Did Not Finish.”
All the noise about Miller before the Winter Olympics can’t help but leave me feeling pretty let down by Miller’s mediocrity. I don’t follow skiing, and I realize he still has chances to score a medal, but he has been tremendously underwhelming, hasn’t he?
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Part 2:
No Doug? Doug.
No Bash for Doug? No Bash for Doug. Judging miniatures painting contest until 23:30; class at 09:00. Disappointingly wussy, I know.
Part 3:
I’m no more disappointed with Miller than I was before. Ski racing especially downhill) is remarkably random. It’s like a shooting contest where each contestant only fires one round or a baseball hitting contest where each contestant gets one pitch to swing at.
That said, Miller seems something of an arrogant jerk.
Part 1:
Seven Songs Chosen Arbitrarily, Though I’ve Been Listening to All of them Recently (with a randomly Capitalized list Title):
1) Carmina Burana, Berliner Philharmoniker, Seiji Ozawa directing (multiple songs, oh well). Probably overplayed, but I refuse to stop listening to good music just because advertising dweebs like it too.
2) War is Bad; Peace is Good, from A Rose for Iconoclastes, by Steven Brust. Because it’s goofy and bitingly sarcastic.
3) Atenveldt Invasion, from Serious Steel, by Joe Bethancourt. Because I like it and you’ve probably never heard of artist, album, or song. And how could that be bad?
4) Best of Kodo, Kodo (yep, another album; too bad). Curiously unsatisfying as in-car music. The sound level is too variable; the soft bits are too easily lost in the road noise. On the other hand, it’s a curiously good choice for have teeth worked on. The complex rhythms act to limit the anticipation of pain.
5) The Queen of Argyll, Silly Wizard. One of my favorite songs, period.
6) I Know One, Jim Reeves. Perhaps the best male vocalist ever. Unfairly ghettoized as interesting only to fans of country music. If you want real tragedy in musical history, don’t look to the death of Buddy Holly, look to the premature deaths of Jim Reeves and Karen Carpenter.
7) You Don’t Mess Around With Jim, Jim Croce. Bonus question (only three geek points, it’s just not that hard): Who is it that Jim shouldn’t have messed around with? (Nickname insufficient; googling inappropriate.)
No metal this time, mostly because I haven’t ripped it from vinyl, so I haven’t been listening to it recently.
Oh, and New Kids CDs? Can you say, “Pull!”? I have a range membership, and I’m not afraid to use it.
Speaking of which, if you’re up for a drive, David, I’d be happy to take you up for some shooting. The only problem is that the range is north-east of Greeley. Let me know.
Sorry to miss the bash.
Thanks for the props, HomeyD.
It was great to see you again! I want to shoot some pistol indoors, owing to the phenomenal cold we’ve been experiencing. You have an open invite to go with me any time; I have two interesting handguns to shoot that are wildly different in approach - just email me and I’ll shoot you my phone number.
Oh, and I really like the song list. Pretty cranky stuff!
Hey David. I couldn’t resist the siren’s call of a music meme; enjoy the following and I truly hope you took me up on my Fireball Ministry recommendation two weeks ago.
1. “Cold Wind” by Arcade Fire, this song has stuck like no other this past week. It’s from the Six Feet Under soundtrack.
2. “Sundown,” by Fireball Ministry, this is one of those songs that grips you hard the very first time and won’t let go for weeks.
3. “When Soul Meets Body” by Death Cab for Cutie. I kept hearing this song everywhere I went during the holidays and it stuck like a perennial Christmas classic, except that I keep listening.
4. “In the Sun” by Michael Stipe with Chris Martin and Coldplay. It’s a live version and Stipe’s voice has been stuck in my head since--making me miss REM for the first time in about 10 years.
5. “Edie (Ciao Baby)” by The Cult--recently picked up Sonic Temple again and this has always been the song that resonated with me most
6. “You Have Killed Me"--Morrisey is back with another catchy single--nobody does it better and makes you sing things like “Girlfriend in a Coma” and “Hairdresser on Fire” with more sickly, satisfying joy.
7. “Cat’s in the Cradle” by Harry Chapin--Recently went to see a friend play 60s and 70s classics at a pub, so this one keeps playing in my head two weeks later.
Doug! Silly Wizard is great! So, now I’ve got that bodhran riff going through my head. I’ll bet you like Planxty as well.
Opera, David? Kiri Te Kanawa? Hmmmm. You know, I’ve just got to burn you a CD or two.
Lessee. Songs I can’t get out of my head? How ‘bout “I Can’t Get it Out of My Head” by ELO.
Maybe, for the next bash, I’ll spend some time getting my voice back in shape. Then I can do I Pagliacci, or something like that. Or, maybe just the theme song from “George of the Jungle”.
Oh, and what’s this “summer” thing? We don’t do the bash thing often enough, IMHO. I’m thinking Spring. Everybody ought to be recoverd by May, don’t’cha think?
Jed, I wouldn’t mind having “mini bashes” here and there. But I’d like our little community to plan a big one and do it right. Give our neighbors in other states enough warning that they might be able to make plans, try to convince some mainstream types to come and slum with us, and generally make it bigger, better, faster, and stronger.
Or something like that.
Well, there might be a case to be made for a blogger range trip before summer. I have some targets that need perforating.