Posts Tagged ‘music’

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Christmas Sing-a-longs

December 23, 2010

It wasn’t too long ago that I was a complete Scrooge, only participating for the sake of family harmony, but never really feeling it. But for the last few years, my happiness about Christmas has just keep increasing. And this year is the real kicker: I am enjoying the music more than ever! Trevor’s had our radio on KOIT since Thanksgiving Day*, and I’ve been singing and dancing around the house since then.

There’s two songs that I simply cannot get enough of this year, and neither are anywhere near new. I can’t believe I’m going to say this, but I actually think I haven’t heard them enough yet this year! I KNOW!

Please enjoy:

What are YOUR favorite holiday songs?

*I have a rule that Christmas doesn’t begin until after T-giving, so as not to overshadow the best holiday of the year.

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My Mind’s a Little Blown

September 28, 2010

So I was listening to KFOG on the way down to work, and I heard “Spinning Wheels” by Blood, Sweat & Tears,* and I realized that “War Photographer” by Jason Forrest is just a remixed version of it. CRAZY.

Reference:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QAFXayH1bpY **
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qi9sLkyhhlE

*not to be confused with Earth, Wind & Fire, or fifteen other bands that get mashed in my head as “& bands”
** God, the video is still SO GOOD.

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Owner of a Lonely Heart

November 11, 2009

Driving to work today, I heard the song by Yes. It’s one of those songs that takes me back to a very specific memory.

My first year of college away from home, things didn’t go well for me. I took terrible care of myself, and was generally a mess. I don’t talk about it much, but rather refer to it as “that year I went insane.”

In an attempt to separate myself from the guy I was head over heels for (who had a girlfriend), I tried going on dates with other guys. This was mostly a futile attempt, but I’m impressed with my past-self for even doing that.  I had met G on the bus. After seeing him multiple times and thinking he was adorable, I finally introduced myself and we started hanging out. He was incredibly sweet, but there were two things I was having a hard time getting past: his diabetes (Type 1) and his love of Yes.

“Owner of a Lonely Heart” brings me back to one very surreal night, shortly after Valentine’s Day. G and I had been hanging out, and his blood sugar had dipped and he wasn’t feeling well. He was lying down on my bed, feeling horrible while I dug up some juice, when there was a sound at my window. My second-story window. Already flustered by the fact that I was convinced that G was going to die right there in my dorm room (yes, the flair for the dramatic has always been there), the last thing I needed was what was outside the window.  It was that guy, the one with the girlfriend, breaking apart heart-shaped cookies (that said girlfriend had bought him), and throwing them at my window. Symbolic much?

I eventually convinced myself that I couldn’t date someone who I was constantly convinced was going to die. It was terribly unfair of me, but also indicative of my condition at the time. G was upset, and gave me a burnt CD of his favorite song, which I ignored for a long time because I didn’t want to deal with what I had done. Later, much later, I listened to it and cried. And now I can’t remember the song, or the words, or why it hurt so badly to listen to it. Only that it was Yes.

(And kind of bad.)

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We’ll crucify the insincere

June 19, 2008

(this line creeps me out more than a little)

I heard Tonight, Tonight in my car on the way to work this morning, and remembered that this is the song that started it all. The song that started my best friend and I on a non-stop journey of comparisons between Billy Corgan and Eric Cartman. Seriously, listen. They’re near interchangeable.

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I get my kicks above the waistline, sunshine

June 11, 2008

I wake up each morning to the radio, as beeping sounds first thing in the morning make me… none too pleasant to be around. I had talk radio on for awhile, but now I find that I can sleep right through that easily, so it’s music. Now, as you may know, I live near Sutro Tower. Which broadcasts KFOG*. On, like, EVERY STATION. KFOG takes over about 70% of the dial. Lucky for me, I like the station.

After hitting snooze twice this morning, a song blasted out of my tiny stereo that was enough to pull my lazy head from the pillow: One Night in Bangkok. Written by the two male members of ABBA for the musical Chess, it’s a magical four minutes of lazy rapping about how chess is superior to anything Thailand has to offer. If it doesn’t sound immediately familiar, watch the (fantastically bad) video, it’ll all come back to you, if you’re around my age. Make sure you read the lyrics, too.

So I was hoping to peruse YouTube and find tons of live versions, since I’ve never seen Chess live, and sadly, never expect to. And though there are 587 hits on the site, very few are of people singing. There seem to be a great deal of montages made to the song. But have they missed the point of the song? (Rhetorical question: they do.) This is my favorite:

Yes, that’s Hungarian.

Here’s where I get very sad: NETFLIX DOES NOT HAVE ANY VERSIONS OF CHESS.
What do I do now?

* The morning crew on Live105 recently described KFOG as “NPR with music,” which isn’t entirely true, but I find hilarious. I hope someone passed that along to people at KFOG.

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4th Concert of 2008 – Margot and the Nuclear So and Sos

May 29, 2008

Ah spontaneity. The best kind of evening. I was driving home on a Friday evening, with no plans, thinking that I would just at home by my lonesome and work on the sweater that’s not going anywhere. And then a text message from Jenn changes all that.

“I have an extra ticket to a show. Wanna go?”

And I called her and said yes. Without even knowing who we were going to see. I just thought it would be fun to get out of the house, and I always have a fantastic time with Jenn, even if we’re just hanging out with my mother and watching television.

We started the evening at Fly Bar, managing to get there early enough to still catch the happy hour specials (half price pizzas! Yummy ones!). They’re a wine and beer place, and man, do they have a lot of beers. Delicious looking beers. My O’douls was so very sad looking. I can’t wait for June.

Heading over to the Independent, we realized we were early. Like, really early. Like, one of the first 15 people in the place early. But that also meant we got a coveted seat on the platform area, which we camped out on all night. Evidently we are old now, because I very much enjoyed being able to see the band without standing up. After the knee wreckage of the Dresden Dolls, it was nice.

I was very impressed with the first band up. Salt and Samovar is a New York band with just the right amount of revival and twang. I was a little confused by the keyboardist/back up singer, as she kept almost drowning out the lead vocals at times. Luckily she has a beautiful voice, but it was still distracting. I bought their CD (and t-shirt, they were having a deal where you could get both for $20), and it’s good, but I think I liked them live better. There’s an energy that’s missing in the recording.

And then the second act. Oh Nelly. I’m going to use the old adage “If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything.” Let’s just say that it really brought the energy of the whole place down, and I’m not sure why he wasn’t on first, because he really couldn’t follow S’n’S. A warning to all you guys with guitars and no other band: don’t try to shush the audience if you’ve already lost them. It just annoys them. Get them back by being awesome.

Margot and the Nuclear So and So’s were not entirely what I had expected. I had heard their name bandied about for awhile, but never actually heard their music. I think I automatically think that band with AND in them implies jazz or swing. How did I get this idea? At any rate, their music is pleasing but a bit out there. It was certainly better than staying home and crocheting.

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3rd Concert of 2008: Dresden Dolls!

May 26, 2008

What would I do without Jeremy? He seems to be my concert connection this year. I’m so glad he called and told me about this show (and offered me a ticket). A bit later, our friend Kenneth also purchased a ticket. A week after that, I pointed the show out to my mother* and she got a ticket as well.

So on the 18th, we headed over to the Fillmore to see them rock out. I have to say, I appreciate bands that have good taste in openers. The event was MC’d by a local magician, who also used to host the underground absinthe parties that I never made it to. Sigh. He was very funny and charming, and I had never heard an audience so quiet and respectful during a one-man act.

The musical opener was a sister act** called Vermillion Lies, who were downright AMAZING. They’re out of Oakland, and I highly recommend them. They’re talented, funny, charming and cute. I considered buying the CD, but I’m pretty sure this is the kind of band that’s considerably better live. SEE THEM.

I saw the Dresden Dolls once a few years ago, and was totally blown away by how much beautiful noise just two people could make. I was not disappointed this time, either. They had a variety of guests, including East Bay Ray from the Dead Kennedys, but most of the time was just Amanda and Brian rocking out. I would say the most interesting point of the evening was the cover of “Fight for your right to party” by the Beastie Boys.

Of course, since I am out of concert practice, I ended up with sore knees and back, but it was totally worth it

* My mother is probably more of a fan than the three of us combined.
** It made me wish my sister and I worked together that well.