Wednesday, August 31, 2011

the day music died?

so once upon a time this summer i decided that i needed to learn more about music. not like reading musical notes or even musical theory but mostly about the history of rock and roll. i've always loved and appreciated music, but i am hopelessly bad putting an artist with a song title, naming lyrics {confession: i thought the "boulevard of broken dreams" by green day said, "sometimes i wish a polar bear would find me" instead of "sometimes i wish someone somewhere would find me." yep.}, and recognizing genres. so a friend of mine lent me a gigantic book from the rock and roll hall of fame that looks a bit like the book hermione gets out "for a bit of light reading" in the philosopher's stone....


{aka it is about the size of medium sized pet}

...and it reads a lot like a vh1 behind the music or e! true hollywoods story...


{which i am almost as much of a sucker for as top 100 shows}

although i am only in the 1960s in the book, i have decided to share some of my new, improved, and semi-educated brainwaves as a result of this book.



despite having potentially one of the most insanely lame names of all time, roy orbison does not in fact suck.


and in fact i find this to be true of many older artists (buddy holly, sam cooke, etc.) he's really not a looker either, and some people found him to be attractive. so, yet again i am forced to admit that i have previously judged a book by its cover and found myself to be wrong. you should therefore probably not ever listen to my advice or judgments no matter how forcefully i write them.

difficult bass lines are sexy. sexy like justin timberlake in "friends with benefits" sexy. not like justin timberlake in "bad teacher"--which is just vanilla.

i've always been a lyrics girl. it's the words of a song not the intricate musical patterns that stick to me and make me listen over and over again {even if i imagine that buckcherry is saying "i'm sorry i'm bill" when he's really saying "i'm sorry i'm bad"}. this book, however, talks about certain patterns and changes in music that make songs and artists unique or special. so i've been listening a little more closely, and i've found that i am attracted to bass lines the way that i am attracted to tall skinny guys: that's just how God made me. and today, in the car, i realized that korn's "got the life" {a seriously slammin' 90s hit} has a really sexy bass line:



{potentially, you may not find this sexy. potentially, you may find this video disturbing. i ask you however to listen in for the bass-line and see if your mind is blown}


the way to a woman's heart: frank sinatra.

so. frank. technically not a part of this rock n roll hall of fame book. but my appreciation for him has been growing a lot. it's potentially true that a man could ask me to lick fungus of his toes with frank playing in the background, and i would consider it for more than 22 seconds. i am definitely not the world's most refined woman {i just talked about licking fungus...i'm also a youth director. it's in the job description somewhere that all youth directors must use 60% of their vocabulary on fart jokes and poop humor...70% if you work with junior high}, but there is something about a man who holds a door for a lady and a night of delicious italian food {a challenge for me to keep my clothing unstained and my breath non-toxic}. it's that lady and the tramp moment every little girl dreams about:


{spaghetti especial-iani, heavy on the meats-a-balls!}



there's nothing new under the sun.

previously, i judged artists based on their originality and uniqueness. and i suppose there is some validity to that approach. but i'm not totally sure that anything is original anymore. or unique. when i think about truly great moments in rock history (elvis. bob dylan. the beatles. nirvana.), they took an old cocktail, mixed with something else, popped it in the blender for 2 minutes, and served up a brand new milkshake for the public. and sometimes it was marketing pretty much the same music in a different way. success in the music industry (and fashion and any other form of art) has more to do with timing than anything else. 

today's "top 100" songs ought to be printed on toilet paper.

dear today's adolescents: don't you want to hear SOMETHING that is not backed by a techno beat? the answer is yes. yes you do.

are we at a crossroads?

i find it really interesting that the beginnings of rock n roll bridged gaps between genres of music, creating a new one. that it took elements of multiple races and ethnicities to make groovin beats that everyone can listen to. it also appealed to a new audience: teenagers, a group of people who were just being born as a group to be marketed to. i've been told that today's music shares some qualities with this time period. that today's music seeks to be marketable to multiple genre listeners {you can see this in crap-tastic country music being played on every station...and i don't mean that as a slight to all country...} and multiple races. and one of the main groups being marketed to are "tweens"- or kids who are like 4th-6th grade. not quite teens, but children who have grown up way too fast {and been spoiled worse than veruca salt}. 

i will argue this. i think there is a major difference between mixing genres the way elvis did and watering down your own musical style in order to be played on every radio station like taylor swift. it seems to me like a lot of early rock n roll legends reached new levels of discovering their talents and identities in experimenting with musical styles whereas i think today's artists who actually have talent hide their talents behind a universal, synthetic beat and lose their identities as they say yes to too many people, groups, and places. 

i do find this whole idea of the new "tween" group interesting {maybe more than a little frightening considering how this affects sex trafficking...}. i'll be interested to see if i become like old fogies who thought rock n roll was for the riff-raff.



at any rate, like i said, i am just learning all this now, and i'd like to hear your thoughts. comment away, my friends!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

a tale as old as time...

as i watch my favorite disney movie (potentially my favorite movie) of all time, beauty and the beast, after potentially not seeing it in years, i am left with many thoughts and questions...


  • lumiere is a candelabra. his girlfriend is a featherduster. something in me says that is going to end poorly.
  • how did i miss the fact that the beast is a textbook example of an abusive husband?
  • will i ever watch the scene when they dance in the ballroom without crying?
  • whatever happened to singing dancing musical numbers in disney movies like this? 
  • why does every man in this movie have ridiculous looking hair?
  • why didn't belle think through her actions before she showed a crowd with torches and pitchforks the enchanted mirror with a picture of the beast on it? that doesn't sound like love to me. it sounds like she's an imbecile.
  • this movie is a bit more risque than i remember. a few moments of sexual inuendo, lots of violence, a couple borderline homosexual references. you even see a wolf die.
  • where did belle learn her manners? her father seems to have only taught her to read.
  • if the beast hadn't become a man before their first kiss, i wonder what plan B was...bc kissing with that 3 foot mouth full of teeth does not sound enticing.
  • what are the actual words to "be our guest"? bc i just realized that the words i have been singing aren't actual words...
  • "and as i always say, if it ain't baroque, don't fix it." i seriously laugh hysterically and out loud every single time!!
  • today on jeopardy, the clue was something about be our guest and the title character belle blah blah blah...what movie. and someone legitimately guessed "cinderella." what, really??
  • i still remember when my cousin and i thought it would be really fun to try to eat our mashed potatoes like the beast (aaahhhmmmm nom nom nom...). it was incredibly messy and we got in a lot of trouble, but you know, it did improve our romantic lives. no man can resist a woman hoovering her food with beast-like intensity.
  • i wonder what would happen if a person really did eat 5 dozen eggs a day, like gaston. it reminds me of a guy i went to college with who would literally empty the bowl of hard-boiled eggs in the salad bar line every day onto his tray. we affectionately called him "hot scott" behind his back.

watching disney movies from my childhood as an adult can really change your perspective on a movie. in this case, i love this movie even more!! what are some disney movies from your childhood, and what do you think of them now?

Saturday, August 20, 2011

griswold family vacation: virginia beach addition




as i write this blog, i sit sunburnt and sand-covered in our hotel room with my brother and parental units, waiting to engorge myself on yet another meal. this particular vacation has me nostalgic and considering mccarty vacations past. now that we are all adults (my brother just turned 21), our vacations look a lot different (and probably cost a lot more), and yet contain some of the same old traditions that have existed for years.

sunbathing rituals

mom and i love laying in the sun for hours and hours. we lather up in sunscreen, grab our beach chairs and a trashy novel, and plant our booties in that really magical place where the ocean meets the sand and trickles in a soothing way on your feet. it's one of those "words cannot capture my personal bliss" kind of moments. (followed quickly by some bratty child who kicked water and sand in my face...i am never having children). the only thing that's changed over time is my mom's and my choice in literature. my mom has graduated from the lord of the rings to the sookie stackhouse series to some nora roberts trash from the supermarket. i have evolved from the bible and charlottes web (for the 5 millionth time) to harry potter to, embarrassingly, sookie stackhouse...



ants in my pants...


as mom and i "glisten" in the heat of this fiery chariot and read supermarket novel after supermarket novel, dad and brother make it their personal goal to use every amenity the hotel offers. this includes:
*the ice machine
*the fitness room
*every machine in the fitness room
*as many towels as possible
*the hot tub
*the indoor pool
*the microwave and toaster
*shower caps
*ironing board
*cable...

the men-folk of my family simply cannot sit still.

sand in the netherlands...


when we were little, my mom used to say that after a day at the beach, we have a "sand poop." bc as children, my brother and i would literally sit directly in the sand and soon our bathing suits looked like diapers carrying a load. you'd rush to the bathroom and dump the pound of sand you've obtained into the toilet bowl. absolutely delicious. and by delicious i mean gross. now adays, it's like a goal every day to have minimal sand inside my bathing suit.


evening activities


as small children, my brother and i were picky eaters. so evening meals meant every burger and pizza place within 5 blocks. now, our family spends time hunting out steeler bars and interesting signs and t-shirts.


{22nd street bar and grill: a steeler bar at virginia beach with heinz ketchup and some of the best fried shrimp ever!!! literally felt like we were at home.}


{except we thought they weren't going to play the game. however, the 3 employees there looked around at the literal mob of steelers fans, and decided they could not go up against such large humans who feel it is attractive to wear yellow shirts}

{anyone who knows me knows this is soooo true of me!!!}

...

{this also reminds me of the aladdin moment when al says, "i even have servants who go to the marketplace for my servants."}

that moment...

when your family becomes more than people you share genetics with. that moment when you know you are with 3 people who know you better than anyone, who you can laugh and drink and eat with, who you can do nothing with. that moment when your parents become more than rule-makers but become friends. this is probably the biggest difference, and it makes vacations all that more special.


{my brother absolutely refused to smile in every picture}


{how cute are my rents??}



life is good today