Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Slurred lines, or, an embarrassment of bitches

Everytime I hear Robin Thicke sing "Blurred Lines," I have to stop and wonder this . . .

Whenever he sings about a "bitch" in his song, I wonder if he's talking about his lovely mother, Gloria Loring, or his lovely wife, Paula Patton, or someone other lovely female family member or acquaintance.

Like those "bitches" that strutted alongside of him naked in the nudie version of the video for the song.

So classy.

It must feel so hip-hop singing "bitch" repeatedly--especially for a hip-hop wannabe with minor Canadian celebrity royalty for a close relation.

What rhymes with "hug me," Robin? How about "slug me."

As in, me thinks you're a slug.

* * *

An update of sorts.

I was watching OMG Entertainment Death Spiral of Western Society! the other day when they ran a segment on Robbie and his dear old Dad, Alan Thicke.  

Hijole.

While blowing smoke up each other's arses for the cameras--and without any mention that little Rob has a mother who achieved a certain amount of fame in her own right--the pater praised the fils' superior physical condition.

Something along the lines of "He's in great shape, has a nice body, and looks good naked." Then Daddy gave a smile and perhaps a wink to the audience.

Even classier.

I don't think for a minute that there's anything more to that moment than this: That Robin may sing about bitches and have topless women parade around him at a video shoot, but the real whores of this story are him and his snappy pappy.
 

Monday, July 29, 2013

Hard times

I knew things were hard for Paula Deen, but I didn't think they were this bad.

Wednesday, July 17, 2013

Not-so-secret squirrel

I can't even explain this. It's like trying to explain Pittsburgh. 

And six years into living here, I really don't know how to.

OK, how about this? It's like Baltimore without John Waters to reveal it to everyone.

And with no crabs, just pierogies. Cooler summers, worse winters, lots of hills, and no water taxis.

And obviously squirrels with brass keys.

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Emancipate yourself



This week's earworm: Kelis singing "Emancipate," a performance I saw a few years ago at the 9:30 Club in D.C. (Really, don't ask what I was doing there at my age. It was a highly unsuccessful concert-going experience for all involved.) It has a pretty snaky synth line, kinda hard to forget. And the spirit of the lyrics ain't too shabby either.

Ah, the lyrics. "Emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself emancipate yourself . . ."
Look in your own mirror and know who you are . . .
We're are human and fall short nothing's over yet . . .
Life's too short to waste your time do what you love . . .
What are you trying to tell me, Kelis?

Sunday, July 14, 2013

NYNY (New Year New You)




I finally have found an online home (one that's non-spazzy about copyright--at least so far) for my mixes and podcasts. Woo hoo!

After Apple shut down it's perfectly acceptable website for paying customers, converting everything to iCloud (which I still don't get), the many podcasts and mixes I'd done over the last couple of years were left homeless.

It may seem like something small to you, but it was a crushing blow to my limited creativity. I'm not a very artistic person, but I can talk reasonably intelligently, make a good playlist, and do some basic mixing with a wee bit o' flair. Podcasts and mixes became a way for me to express the frustrated DJ/radio announcer in me, something that's been a part of me since childhood, when I used to listen constantly to radio broadcasts, both domestic and foreign, and attempt to make my own using a reel-to-reel tape recorder.

Why I never went into media and communications, I'll never understand. I never thought I had the looks or the voice for it, I'm sure. Thanks all you bastards out there for beating a guy down.

I think my creativity has suffered a pummeling in other ways, too. People criticized my drawing, so I did it less, then not at all. People criticized my writing. Ditto. People criticized me. And, yeah, I hid various parts of me away from those who would judge me or who I thought might.

Mean people suck, but really, I should be less susceptible to them by now.

And I had been managing that with my mixes and podcasts, putting myself and my interests out there for the world to see--even though the audience for them was miniscule to nonexistent. But now perhaps through MixCloud and its "cloudcasts," I stand more of a chance to expressing myself to the wider world, their criticims be damned. Or at least not taken too much to heart.

* * *

Playlist - NYNY (New Year New You) Mix
  • Kraftwerk - "Musique Non-Stop"
  • 808 State featuring Bernard Sumner - "Spanish Heart" 
  • The Pet Shop Boys - "Domino Dancing" 
  • Queen - "Radio Ga Ga" 
  • Serge Gainsbourg - "No Comment" (Dax Riders Remix) 
  • Electronic - "The Patience of a Saint" 
  • Poolside - "Just Fall in Love" 
  • Daft Punk - "Da Funk" 
  • Annie - "I Know Ur Girlfriend Hates Me" 
  • Telex - "Rock Around the Clock" 
  • Brazilian Girls - "Last Call" 
  • Justin Timberlake and Timbaland - "SexyBack" 
  • Hooverphonic - "Dirty Lenses" (remix) 
  • The Shamen - "Make It Mine" 
  • LCD Soundsystem - "Get Innocuous!" 
  • Holy Ghost! - "Static on the Wire" 
  • Kleerup featuring Titiyo - "Longing for Lullabies"

Thursday, July 11, 2013

Monday, July 08, 2013

Saturday, June 29, 2013

Biting my tongue, eating my feelings, swallowing my pride

When the going gets tough, the tough head down to Vanilla Pastry Studio in Regent Square, Pittsburgh, for a six-pack of cupcakes.

Other than jonesin' for cupcake crack, I think my problem is that I exercised the night before, didn't eat enough that morning, generally loathe my job, felt guilty for dropping at least 10 f-bombs in the office before noon, and really, really, really like cupcakes.

They are an especially good chaser to a jalapeño-laced hamburger and a distilled beverage from D's next door.

Not that I would ever contemplate a liquid lunch in the middle of the workday. 'Cause that's the kind of dedicated professional that I pretend to be.


Friday, June 28, 2013

Saturday, June 01, 2013

Curse you, KCRW

It is probably time I moved past listening to RFI Musique all the time--although it does not mean I'm moving past studying French or enjoying French music. It does mean, however, that I'm trying to diversify my musical palate a bit. Even if by "diversify" I still mean listening to lots of pop and electronica, just now in English.

I have to thank (or blame, becoming I'm spending too much money) KCRW, the public radio alternative music station based in the Los Angeles area. I was only vaguely aware of the broadcaster prior to visiting Long Beach and LA this past winter, but Cali introduced me to "Morning Becomes Eclectic," their daytime alternative music show, which plays a lot of stuff that should be heard on radio everywhere but isn't, of course. It's music that often might be described as "pop with jagged edges" (thank you, Annie, for that great description of what you do and what I like musically), but there is also some folk, rock, world, and other types of music. Anything eclectic, anything a little different and slightly off-kilter, anything that helps you groove through the morning at work--or the afternoon at work, which is when I usually listen, given the time difference between LA and Pittsburgh. Not to mention the cultural chasm.

That last trip to Cali(fornia or otherwise) really did put me in the mood to move, to follow that sporadically resurrected fantasy of heading westward and becoming the person I imagine myself to be--which is probably the same person I am in Pennsylvania but with a better tan and a year-round wardrobe. Who can say? It's a fantasy after all. But I do imagine myself in a mellower place, one more culturally aware and forward-looking, one more diverse and friendly, with a cooler, more urban vibe, and one with better public transportation.

So why I think that place is in California is beyond me (see the requirement for better public transportation). Again, fantasy. But it's lovely to have fantasies and dreams, something to think about and work toward, should the yearning become stronger, the reality more compelling.

I get that way when I listen to WXPN in Philadelphia as well, and goodness knows, Philly doesn't cut it when it comes to the requirement for being a friendlier, mellower place to be. But WXPN was my first experience with an alternative public radio station, one that broadcasts good vibes and great music, and makes me feel a little hipper, a little happier, and a little less alone.

Which is what it's ultimately all about, isn't it? Feeling less alone, less an alien in a nationscape of conformity and close-mindedness. Whether it's being near Cali or in Cali (or vice versa), it comes down to this: Wanting to belong, wanting to be accepted, wanting to be happy, wanting to love and to be loved, and wanting to grow up and out to reach . . . me.

Pure fantasy. Especially when I'm so far away.

* * *

So why is KCRW to blame for anything? Because I keep spending money on $1.29 singles from iTunes and Amazon thanks to what "Morning Becomes Eclectic" keeps playing.

Some examples follow for your listening and grooving pleasure.

Majical Cloudz - "Mister"



Foxygen - "San Francisco" (see what I mean?)



Quadron - "Favorite Star"



Adam Green and Binki Shapiro "Here I Am" (like a modern-day Lee Hazelwood and Nancy Sinatra--seriously, the highest form of flattery from the likes of me)



What time does the last train to Santa Monica depart? Or Riverside? I'm not picky.

In the meantime, I will spend $0.99 more for the KCRW iPhone app to keep me company in the waiting room at Penn Station.

All aboard.

Friday, May 24, 2013

Catastrophic or psychotropic?

My sister's dog reacts (poorly) to an advertisement for Meow Mix brand cat food. 

Funnily enough, I feel very much the same about cats. I've met ones I liked, but I'm told these aren't "real" cats, but rather the aberrant species, the "dogcat"--friendly, happy, attentive, good-natured, loving, among other appealing traits.

Instead, too often I encounter the true cat, the cat archetype, if you will. Surly, mean, indifferent, hostile, opaque (often misinterpreted as "mysterious"), prone to lash out when you're least expecting it, and prone to shed everywhere.

And if I wanted something that unpleasant as an unfaithful companion around my house, I'd just get another god-damned boyfriend.


Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Take me out to the ballgame

I can't even explain this.

Or rather, I'm choosing not to.

(You perv.)
 

Monday, May 20, 2013

Monday, May 13, 2013

Letter perfect

One perhaps can assume that "Colon" is an alternate spelling for "Colin." Otherwise, I find it an odd custom to celebrate one's digestive tract. Especially with donuts.

 



Monday, April 22, 2013

Walking the line

Reese Witherspoon at the Cannes Film Festival.
CC BY-SA 3.0. Attribution: Georges Biard.
It's OK, Reese Witherspoon.

Personally, I was already embarrassed by your behavior when you made Sweet Home Alabama.

As a Southerner, you really, really, really, should have known better.

I can only assume you were drunk when you signed your contract and disorderly when you acted your way through that cornponefest.

Cute Southerners in the form of secondary characters in one of your movies (or you, for that matter) are just fake and annoying.

Y'all.

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Now this is more like it

Crocuses, Pittsburgh, 29 March 2013.

It hit 50F today! Let the bacchanal in homage to the Sun Gods begin!

Thursday, March 28, 2013

Erie-ly comforting

A Great Lakes beer and some dodgy TV. Cold comfort for a blustery week.

Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Dude

From my Facebook feed; probably one of the
reasons I spend less and less time on Facebook
Dude?

Really, dude?

Dude.

Really.

Dude . . .

Just . . . dude.

Monday, March 25, 2013

And on the sixth day of spring . . .


Good morning, Pittsburgh - 25 March 2013
. . . I lost the will to live somewhere under six inches of snow.

Saturday, March 23, 2013

Soundtrack for a chilly Saturday







* * *

Later that same day . . .

Another suitable song for this chilly Saturday suite.



While I love Grimes's music, her videos make little sense to me. This one's about as close to reality as she gets.