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August 5, 2008

The Fruity Mix


I'm killing two (or more, not sure yet) birds with one stone in this post. 1) I made a muxtape a few months ago after a tip from Brendan, and planned to yammer on here about it, and (2 I was driving home from work today, totally ADD-ing it up by skipping through songs lightning quick on the old iPod until I found one I'd like to sing.

The songs I usually want to sing are admittedly fruity. And, no, I don't mean "gay/homosexual" when I say fruity. Though, some of these songs are pretty gay. Take that however you want. Let me meander into a third bird, with a quick waterpark anecdote, to help explain.

A huge perk of working in the ticket booth at the waterpark was control of the music. We had a programmable six-disc changer ('member those?) that, if my boss/best friend's mom had her druthers, would play nothing but Boz Scaggs, Hall & Oates, and Jimmy Buffett non-stop. But we were precocious teenagers, and she tolerated our need to feel important, or interesting, or to curry favor with some hot lifeguard with a penchant for a particular Phish song.

One bright, shiny morning at the Jersey Shore, it was my turn to pick the music. There were only a few ground rules when it came to music at the waterpark. Not to loud, not too angry, definitely no curse words, and nothing that; should Jane (boss/friend's mom) be in a bad mood, would send her over the edge and sentence us to the locker booth for the rest of the summer.
That morning I thought I'd followed the rules, but I received life lesson/phone call from my manager, Katie, informing me that the "fruitiest song (she'd) ever heard" was playing and could I please change it immediately?

I remember the song, and though I liked it before this incident, I am still kind of embarrassed when it comes up on the iPod. It was "Accidentally Kelly Street" by Frente, and I have absolutely no defense for liking it. (Especially after I watched the first 25 seconds of the video I just linked.) It was this moment in time that I became self-conscious about my taste in music. For years after, I tried to craft my "public" musical tastes to whatever I thought made me look the coolest---Which is a totally fruity concept on it's own.

Anyway, a few years later, at that same waterpark, my bosses daughter & her friends were old enough to work, and had taken control of the music situation the same way Katie & I had before them. And they liked N*Sync. A lot. By the end of the summer, I'd gone Stockholm Syndrome, and believed that I also liked N*Sync a lot. When I returned to college that fall, I was in a record store with a friend, an english-department type, when "Just Got Paid" came on over the in-store. She was aghast that I was singing along, both shocked that I would know the words and be so bold as to let that fact be known in public. It was in this moment I let my fruit flag fly. I acknowledged that the song was indeed fruity, and I did indeed kind of love to sing it, but that doesn't cancel out all the "legitimately cool" music I like.

So yeah, here's my fruity mix. I'll try to keep the fruitiness rationale to a minimum, but will probably fail.

The Dismemberment Plan - The Ice of Boston : Mostly talk-singing, and at one point the protagonist impersonates his mom.

The Format - Dog Problems : I'm pretty sure they use a tuba in this song. Also, I imagine that this band would be the product if Rufus Wainwright & Ben Folds had a baby. Kind of over-dramatic, but definitely quirky. I love, love, love to sing this in the car.

The Bogmen - Suddenly : An oldie from DOX, a teeny-tiny radio station run out of a room over a guy (who I would come to work with as an adult)'s garage. The protagonist impersonates his girlfriend impersonating her roommate on the phone. Also mostly talk-singing and general silliness.

Material Issue - Going Through Your Purse : Another DOX gem. I actually always linked this song with "Suddenly" in my mind. Talk-singing. The lyrics are exactly what the title describes; a guy listing the things he found in his girlfriend's purse.

The Avalanches - Since I Left You: Creepy/haunting chorus floating amid a bouilliabase of sounds/music/talking. I'm not even sure this counts as a song, but I adore it.

Gomez - Cry On Demand: This song isn't all that fruity, actually. Besides the fact that the phrase "boo-hoo" features prominently in the chorus. Very fun to sing, though.

Mike Doughty - Real Love / It's Only Life: A remake of the song made famous by CeCe eniston in the early 90's. Some would find this provocative because it's a white guy playing an R&B/dance song on an acoustic guitar. I can't front: I loved this song in 7th grade. Also? I once had an AOL instant message conversation with Mike Doughty---someone on AOL's Soul Coughing message board posted Doughty's screenname, and I added him to my buddy list. Now, this is like, actual America Online, not AIM. Totally fruity.


Ween - Your Party : I'm pretty sure Ween meant for this song to be fruity with it's smooth saxophone stylings. Also, it's by Ween, whose only other song I know is called "Piss up a Rope", which cracks my shit up, and songs that are "funny" are automatically fruity as they are not serious musical compositions. Or something.

Animaniacs - Nations of the World: Besides being from a long, long defunct after-school cartoon that wasn't even that great in the first place (save for the They Might Be Giants stuff)...As a pre-teen I took this song as a challenge, and decided to memorize it. I had index cards and everything. I succeeded, and yes, I can still rattle off all the words, and yes, I understand how exponentially fruity that makes me.

Of Montreal - The Repudiated Immortals : There's not much I can pin down about this song as being particularly fruity, but this is precisely the kind of song that would cause Jane (waterpark boss) to make a face like she smelled a fart. I love this song to pieces because of all the doubling/tripling/whatevering of the vocals.

Carter The Unstoppable Sex Machine - Sherriff Fatman : Ridiculous/awesome band name. Talk-singing. References to things relevant to England in the 80's. Just the kind of song that gets you looks from cubicle passersby.

Iron Horse - Float On : Bluegrass version of the Modest Mouse song. Banjos involved. Heather and I like to sing real loud in the office.


So there you have it. I don't think I've made much sense, but this was fun.

January 7, 2008

Mobblogging in a Vacuum is W-H-A-C-K

Since I got my iPhone/new reason for existing, I've been experimenting with "Mobblogging"; which I'm pretty sure means "Mobile Blogging", and using such a term makes me want to punch myself in the face, but whatever. I've been emailing pictures that I take in my daily journey through life to this blog. Usually with a marginally-descriptive title, and no text. Therefore no context. Just a picture of my cat, or of an ice-sculpture, or of a stupid sign I saw somewhere. While in the moment, as I'm snapping that photo & sending it out into the ether for my electronic friends to behold, it's fun and amusing, when I get back on an old-timey brick & mortar type computer, I'm left cold.

It makes me think of this little scrap of lyrics from a song by The Format that I like to yell in the car:
When we would take trips
We swore we'd never take pictures
Pictures only
prove you can't convince
Now I wish those photographs
Could convince you
that what we had
Would only turn out a negative
For some reason, I can't figure out how to post pictures and text (apart from the title) with iPhone. So I don't think I'm going to blog explanationless pictures anymore. Instead, here's a handful of pics I've snapped with the old iPhone in the last few weeks, with a little bit of literature attached.


This is a picture that my 3-year old friend and budding iPhone expert took of herself. It was at a funeral luncheon for her great-grandfather. Her mommy smartly didn't have Julia at the actual funeral, but she came to the lunch. I kind of snuck in a few minutes later than everyone else, and sat at a table with some friends. At some point the heads parted and Julia saw me across the room. She screamed "KAAAAARRREEEENNNNN!" (my name to her) and ran towards me, diving into my arms. It made a somber day kind of warm. I imagine how crappy it was for her, with all of these people she doesn't know talking about her, in front of her; pinching her cheeks and asking her ridiculous questions about Santa Claus or whatever.
Mostly, she just kept telling me that she wanted to "hear a noise" from my phone. So we watched some AFV clips on YouTube. iPhone is a great babysitter.









This is Uma, very seriously just sitting there with a ball in her mouth. That's it. She does it all the time, and it always makes me laugh.











My niece Emily and her brother, my nephew Andrew. I did actually get to take a "normal" picture of the two of them smiling nicely, but directly after that, as my mom was still trying to get a shot off, Emily decided that she wanted to bite Andrew. A lot. It was 90-bajillion times cute.

























This is the wallpaper in my friend Dena's parents guest bathroom. I snapped this pic some time around 3am on New Year's Day. It is very metallicky and fabulous. And it's not retro, either. They didn't move into that house until like 1985 or something, so this was a concious choice.















This past Saturday, I set out on a mission. A mission to find my Bill Clinton action figure some age-appropriate winter garb. Note: I didn't actually purchase the talking Bill Clinton doll, it was one of many random perks of working in a radio station, though this makes me cherish it no less. Double Note: I actually own 2 Bill Clinton dolls, as I worked at two separate radio stations that got the same freebies, with no other Bill-fanatics. So, I have a backup.
Anyway, Bill #1 lives on my entertainment center, greeting all citizens that pass. I've got a summertime outfit/lawn chair combo, and a decent fall jeans & flannelish shirt ensemble, and you all saw the ill-fitting Christmas outfit.
What I've found, though, is that Ken dolls get the shaft when it comes to fashion options. Toys R' Us had NO Ken outfits. Target had NONE. Walmart had two---one basketball warmup suit type thing with a silver stripe down the leg (not at all presidential) and a variation on his existing fall outfit, but with a psychadelic looking t-shirt and a messenger bag. So, that's that. I may have to resort to making my own clothes for Bill, because even if they did have more cloths available, they'd all be for like Skateboarding Ken or Multiple Color Highlighted Hair Ken, and that's just not right. Bill is an elder statesmen.
As for this picture, I snapped it at Toys R' Us, while wandering bewildered in the doll section. It kind of looks like a little gangster (Italian-American Gangster, not GangstA) trying to explain something. Most likely having to do with balls. Heh.
So there you have it. The boring, rambly background for my boring cameraphone pics. I feel better, though.