So so good!
[1] Maddy really wanted some bacon. I had it all chopped up & nice up on the counter, and she went up on her hind legs to try to get to it, trying to give me the look that makes me believe she deserves it. Everyone loves bacon!
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So so good!
[1] Maddy really wanted some bacon. I had it all chopped up & nice up on the counter, and she went up on her hind legs to try to get to it, trying to give me the look that makes me believe she deserves it. Everyone loves bacon!
btrott at 10:37 PM | Permalink | Comments (4)
What are some of your favorite, forgotten albums that have stood the test of time?
Submitted by PeterGibbons.
The interesting part about this question is the word "forgotten"--does it mean forgotten by me, or forgotten in general? I think I'll interpret it as underappreciated albums that I really love, albums that could be underappreciated in a context as broad as the overall genre or as narrow as within the scope of the artist's own recordings.
Here's a short list just from glancing at my iTunes library:
But so really, my biggest forgotten favorite must be Orange Juice [1], the late 70s/early 80s pop band from Scotland featuring Edwyn Collins (later of "A Girl Like You" mini-fame), so forgotten that their albums are pretty impossible to find. [2]
With Orange Juice, it's all about the context: imagine angry bands like the Sex Pistols riling everyone up, and fighting with them & spitting on them, and just being generally unpleasant; and then imagine a group of fey popsters playing jangly guitar indie pop, dressing all camp, and getting all sorts of shit thrown at them during their performances by aggressive punks. That was the story of Orange Juice.
But it's not the whole story, because that's just all too sad & pathetic, and Orange Juice are anything but. They were funny in their misery, took pleasure in their sadness, and sang bouncy pop gems about, well, mainly, being lovesick. But, and here's the important part: they realized the ridiculousness of it all, and so spent half the time feeling sorry for themselves, and the other half making fun of themselves for it.
Take the canonical example, "Consolation Prize," sung by a narrator stuck on a girl with terrible taste in men--she prefers men who belittle her, who "crumple up [her] face a thousand times", &c. And then meanwhile we've got your narrator, who listens to her tales of woe about her various beaus, and who knows he's better than all of them, so he does everything he can to impress her--dressing up all camp, wearing his hair in an oh-so-stylish fringe ("like Roger McGuinn")--and all he can do is make her laugh. He's the funny friend that she turns to when she's down about her love prospects, but it's oh so sad, because he's got a thing for her.
And all the while, he knows how ridiculous he must seem:
I wore my fringe like Roger McGuinn's;
I wore it hoping to impress.
So frightfully camp, it made you laugh--
Tomorrow I'll buy myself a dress.
How ludicrous!
And Edwyn sings, "I'll be your consolation prize--although, I know...", and there's this pause of a second or two, and then the song builds for about thirty seconds to the rousing (well, as rousing as Orange Juice ever get) repeated outro, "I'll never be man enough for you." And there it is: it's simple & it's funny & it's sad & it's just wonderful.
Listen to "Consolation Prize".
[1] I've written about Orange Juice before.
[2] Orange Juice's original albums are very hard to come by. Every time I'm at a record store, I drift towards the O section, looking in hope to find Orange Juice albums--"maybe they've been rereleased," I think. I'm always wrong. That said, The Glasgow School is a fantastic collection of early singles & their first album, Ostrich Churchyard.
btrott at 10:12 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)
I'm completely mesmerized. I can't stop watching it.
btrott at 09:39 PM | Permalink | Comments (0)
What do you like to make or order for brunch?
Today I made a very wonderful egg scramble: 3 eggs, some chorizo, a small red potato sauteed in olive oil with rosemary, some white onion, and a small jalapeno; topped with some grated cheese, and served with toasted bread.
It was a lot of food, but oh so good.
btrott at 04:36 PM | Permalink | Comments (1)
So James Blunt, top of yet another list (via George)? So depressing, and not in a good way.
Inspired by the blandness of the popular choices, I decided to glance through my iTunes library for good funeral songs, and I found a few. The following would be on my top-ten list of songs for a funeral, and probably in this order, playing throughout:
These aren't necessarily all about death, and more importantly, they're not all really that completely sad [1]. It gets a little bit sad around the middle with The The, but then it lightens up (or something) with Ghostface Killah's "Underwater," a truly bizarre & stunning track from this year's Fishscale, which details a trip, well, under water, through pearls, mermaids, & Sponge Bob. And then it gets a little bit sad again, what with Jimmy Cliff's "Many Rivers to Cross" & the very sad "Sweet Dreams (of You)" [2].
But then, at the end, there's some light & love with the Go-Betweens' "Love Goes On!" from the exquisite 16 Lovers Lane.
Because: see that exclamation point in the title? That means it's not all about doom & gloom! It's happy in its sadness! It takes pleasure in being morose! But most importantly it captures joy, & sadness, & hope all at once, and I don't know if you can ask for much more than that.
[1] Into which category I'd probably put something like Jeff Buckley's "Last Goodbye," which is just too sad for words, and so sadly doesn't fit my overall theme.
[2] There's this scene in Coal Miner's Daughter, the Loretta Lynn biography, where Loretta has just heard on the radio that Patsy Cline died in a plane crash, and "Sweet Dreams" is playing in the background. At least, that's how I remember it, and it's completely heartbreaking.
btrott at 10:15 PM | Permalink | Comments (5)