February 24, 2008

Post One Hundred Twenty One: Bloodsimple

In an attempt to atone for my prior confession of occasionally enjoying some catchy, mass-market-appealing pop songs [NOTE: this does NOT refer to MGMT], I want to urge anyone who stumbles across this blog to go out and obtain a copy of Bloodsimple's Red Harvest. Best metal album of 2008. Or at least the best metal album I've bought in 2008, since I just checked and it appears to have been released in 2007.

My first real exposure to Bloodsimple was their cover of "5 to 1," one of my favorite Doors songs. I have long wanted someone to do a metal version of the song, or to cover it myself once I got my metal band together (ha!). And then I find this. Bloodsimple nailed it. Dammit. There goes the need to form my band.

Regardless, the last time I checked their cover was available on their MySpace page for download, so go see if it's still there. That's where I found it and I now have it on my iPod. After that, I was curious to see what they were about, but the songs I heard from them via Hard Attack on Sirius were more in the vein of straight-edge metal, like Hatebreed (at least that's my recollection). Not to knock straight-edge metal too much, but I like some elements of melody in my metal.

[Fuck. Again with the preference for catchy elements. Would it help me out to say that I own Napalm Death's "greatest hits," and that I think they are genius?]

Anyway, Sirius started out with "Whiskey Bent and Hellbound." I liked it and was encouraged. But the selling point was "Out to Get You." Hell of a song, and it drove me to pick it up over the weekend. While I have enjoyed every song on the album (it's a total package), high points include (other than those previously mentioned): "Ride With Me" (and again with the Doors . . . I sense an influence), "Dark Helmet," "Dead Man Walking," and one of my personal favorites, "Suck it Up."

So chalk me up as a fan of Bloodsimple. I'll make the effort to see them when they come through.

February 21, 2008

Post One Hundred Twenty: "Love Song" and other odds and ends

I'm mainly a metalhead. Anthrax, Slayer, Lamb of God, etc. But thanks to Alt Nation on Sirius, I feel like my tastes continue to expand. Some might say mature. Regardless, some of the songs I end up really liking would strike many as odd (not the least of all me).

Take Sara Bareilles' "Love Song:" very much a throwback to the 70s. A simple piano tune and rhythm, with a sweeping chorus that is really catchy as hell. What strikes me most about the song is the lyrics. I'm not going to bother quoting them (take your lazy ass out and go listen to the song), but it strikes me as her ultimatum to a manager or a "suit" from the record company, telling him flat out that she's going to write and sing the songs she wants to. At least, I kind of hope that's what the song is about. If it's just some kind of lame put-off of a boyfriend, I'll be disappointed. In any event, I have been extremely guilty of blatantly misinterpreting the intentions of authors in the past (John Dunne and Lewis Carroll spring to mind), so I wouldn't be surprised if I'm missing the point of this little pop song.

Another band that I'm am very big on right now: MGMT. "Time to Pretend" has to be one of the greatest songs of the last year. Hellaciously catchy. Driving. Lyrics that are both entertaining and bittersweet. It's just one of those songs that moved me when I first heard it, and it hasn't changed since. Based on the strength of that song, I went and bought Oracular Spectacular. Admittedly, it took some time for it to grow on me, but there are some really good songs on there: "Kids", "The Youth," "Pieces of What," and "Electric Feel" are all high points. Go buy a copy.

Also worth mentioning: I'm a huge Jack Johnson fan. But really, who isn't? I'll be seeing him if and when he makes it through Texas.

February 12, 2008

Post One Hundred Nineteen: My daughter wants to eat breakfast

Tuesday, 5:40 a.m. A call comes from my youngest daughter's (two years old) room:

"I want to eat breakfast."

It's loud and piercing, yet almost sung. Woke me up from my early morning doze.

"I want to eat breakfast."

The wife and I try to ignore it, thinking she'll find something more interesting to do in her room.

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

At this point we are both giggling, somewhat exasperated, but really, we want to see how far she'll take it.

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . breakfast."

Ah-ha, some slight variation.

"I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . breakfast."

"I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

Back to the original chant, apparently.

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat cereal."

What's this? She's gotten specific!

"I want to eat cereal."

"I want to eat cereal."

"I want to eat cereal."

"I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . cereal."

"I . . . want . . . to . . . eat . . . cereal."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat breakfast."

Slowly but surely getting louder now . . .

"I want to eat breakfast."

"I want to eat cereal."

"I want to eat breakfast."

Until she walks into our room. At which point, at 5:55 in the a.m., I get up (yeah, like my wife was going to get out of bed) and give my lovely, precious, youngest daughter Life cereal, apple juice, and a drinkable yogurt.

February 04, 2008

Post One Hundred Eighteen: Super Tuesday

From Protein Wisdom:

[A]llow me to make the following suggestion to those whose entire political worldview is based around this amorphous (and purposely non-specific) desire for change: try crystal meth, or bang a tranny prostitute, or go pee-pee from an unfamiliar launching point. But please, please, don’t choose your president based on the promise of something different.

That’s what gave us Jimmy Carter. And we’re still living with that nightmare — even if a certain giant river bunny who took a presidential oar to the skull may not be.

February 03, 2008

Post One Hundred Seventeen: Super Bowl XLII

No perfect season for you, Patriots. NOT YOURS.

That must be pretty rough knowing that their season means absolutely nothing now.