The Ultimate Gift!

As I'm approaching my 40th Birthday, Julie was talking about planning something special to mark the occassion.  As her secret laptop bwosing and giggles started to increase, she was so excited about these
special plans that she could barely contain herself.  She wanted to spill the beans to me so badly!  She started explaining that she planned the perfect thing, but it was indeed all a bit much.  Therefore, she said, it would have to be my combo Christmas and Birthday gift together.  Uhhhh....OK!!

So yesterday with Christmas upon us came the big reveal.  I am still sitting here with my mouth gaping wide open.  We are going to New York City!!!  To see Phish play their New Year's Eve show!!!  In Madison Square Garden!!!  Are you frickin' kidding me???  I truly don't even know what to say.....




And here's a link to their 2009 NYE in Miami....

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ELfNvlcggw&feature=related

I'm leaving for NYC in three days!!!!!

The Friday Five - December 17, 2010

Detlef Schrempf – Band of Horses, Cease To Begin

Here’s a band that Julie introduced me to…and since that time I’ve noticed them getting more and more popular.  We just caught them down at Austin City Limits where they sounded pretty good.  Out of the three albums of theirs that I have, this one is my favorite.  Although they are most definitely nothing close to a country band, there are moments when the melodies evoke that genre, but are somehow put out of place by the instrumentation and vocal style, so that you can’t really recognize the influence until you’re on your third listen through.  There was some changeover in the band during the time of making this album and it somehow comes off more sparse or personal than the other two albums.  It should be noted however, that the subsequent album to this, Infinite Arms released in 2010, has garnered a Grammy nomination for Best Alternative Album.  If you didn’t know much of them before, I think you’re about to.

Sky Blue Sky – Wilco, Sky Blue Sky

One of my favorite albums right now…I’ve had it in the 6 disc changer of my car for about 4 months now and whenever I change the music up, I always seem to leave this one in the cartridge.  I know everyone else that rides with me must be sick of hearing it by now, but whatevs.  This is a lovely, if typical Wilco track…a well written and versed song.  Tweedy singing over the acoustic arpeggio of his guitar carry the tune.  Since I’ve learned a couple of tunes form this band to add to my own arsenal of guitar songs to play, this is actually on my list for one of the next songs I want to learn.

See That My Grave Is Kept Clean – Mavis Staples, Lightning In a Bottle Soundtrack

Back in around 2005 or so, I read an article about this move, Lightning In a Bottle, playing only for a weekend at the Citadel Theatre.  It sounded like something I might be into, so I went to check it out…and I came out of there a happy man!  It’s a history of the blues with an all-star concert spattered throughout the documentary.  As you hear stories recounted by B.B. King and Buddy Guy about their influences and humble southern beginnings, you learn about the Delta and about where the blues came from.  You’re introduced to folks like Clarence “Gatemouth” Brown and David “Honeyboy” Edwards.  During the concert, modern performers are brought in the emulate their heroes, so you get to see the likes of Macy Gray, Angelique Kidjo, John Fogerty, Bonnie Raitt and Steven Tyler interact with backstage with their idols.  Fantastic movie and fantastic soundtrack. 

Don’t get Me Wrong – The Pretenders, Greatest Hits

The Pretenders are one of those groups I grew up that were just kind of  always there.  Good solid stuff.  But I had never in my life bought a Pretenders album.  I have no idea why.  It was kind of like growing up with Tom Petty…same thing.  Anyway, from time to time I’d hear Ms. Hynde singing somewhere and think, “Jesus..they really are a good band.”  So, just a couple of months ago I bought this album of Hits.  This is the kind of stuff that are becoming American classics for me.  Just good ol’ straight ahead rock n’ roll.  I’ve got to listen to more of this kind of stuff.

And It Spread – The Avett Brothers, I and Love and You

My new favorite darlings.  How do you explain this fellas?  They were playing the Folk Music festival circuit last summer in addition to some of the bigger festivals like Bonnaroo.  But I’d be hard pressed to describe them to someone as a folk band.  I mean, yeah…there’s banjos and acoustics guitars and maybe someone evens pulls out a washboard to scrape once in a while.  But they can also scream…and they do.  Like punk rockers punishing a song for being to tuneful, they let loose with their youth and let you have it from time to time.  Another fantastic album in my collection; perhaps if I can manage to pull Wilco out of my car, I’ll replace it with this for a four month run.

Backyard Dreams

After weeks of talking about it, researching my options and then finally making a decision on how I was going to set about accomplishing it, the day finally arrived yesterday for me to set my plan into action.  I made a backyard skating rink!

I’m actually making it for the use of my five-year-old daughter, Ruby.  She enjoys skating quite a bit, as do most Canadians but as bad as it sounds, sometimes it can be hard to find the time to do it as often as we like.  But I’ve got to be honest….I haven’t been this giddy about a little project for as long as I can remember.  And hell, it’s not really even big enough for me to anything on it, as far as picking up speed or practicing my stick handling goes, anyway. 

Maybe it goes back to the childhood dreams or something of that nature.  I mean, I certainly didn’t have a backyard rink as a kid, nor did anybody I knew.  That was something for millionaires, wasn’t it?  In the eyes of a child it sure was.  Might as well have asked for a tennis court or polo field.  I always envied the thought of those farm kids you heard about, the ones that had frozen ponds and whatnot on their property where they skated every single day.  The Canadian Dream, all right.

Although I didn’t have a pond installed in the yard, I think it’s gonna turn out okay.  First, I had to pick the spot.  The lot our house is on presented a few options, but really I knew where I wanted to put it from day one.  The backyard immediately behind the house to which the backyard opens onto is primarily laid in bricks and patio stones.  Except for this one patch of grass, kind of in the middle of it all, off to the left hand side.  I have no idea what the real purpose of it was, as we just bought the house last year.  My thought is that it had been a garden plot for the previous old lady owner where she could cultivate some veggies amongst her cement haven back there.  The grass was simply the product of letting it having get overgrown for a couple of years. 

Anyway, the spot was ideal…mere feet from the back door flat, rectangular, surrounded by trees, completely fenced all around and able to be viewed from any window on that side of the house.  The idea is that even when we’re making supper in the evening for 30-40 minutes, Ruby can strap on the blades and go for a twirl on a moment’s notice without all the hassle of a two hour endeavor to the community league rink.  So, as I waited for it to get cold, I planned my rink…and this is what I’ve got so far.

The grass plot measured 17’2” long and 11’3” wide.  I didn’t want to put the boards right up against the border of patio stones, just in case the ice expanded while it froze and thus pushing on the stones, leaving me a brick laying project come Spring.  So, I checked out the local Totem and found the wood planks I wanted (10x2’s) came in almost perfect lengths…so I brought home two 16 footers and two 10 footers.  16X10 will be a perfect sized rink.

So after work yesterday (Tuesday night), I rushed home, change d into the ol’ work clothes, gathered the equipment I would need and set to it.  After packing down some of the snow that had already fallen to make it a little more evenly flat, I put my boards together.  In hindsight, and something I will keep in mind for next year, you should really set the boards up before the snow comes.  Even an inch or two of uneven ground can make a fairly significant difference when it comes time to filling it with water.  Having it as level as possible is key. 

Next up was to install a liner.  Yes, you can make a rink by simply spraying the ground enough times, but trust me, it is a much longer and arduous task.  Not to mention all the frickin’ water you waste as it is unable to be contained within the boards and seeps into the ground.  A liner is most definitely the way to go.  I went and bought a tarp at Canadian Tire that measured 15x20 to give me a couple of extra feet on all sides.  I laid the tarp liner inside the frame and had enough left over to just pull it over the boards and tuck it underneath.  No staples required, which will help the tarp last longer, plus no having to remove the little buggars during takedown.  You can tell by the picture, it was snowing the whole time as I was building this.  How fitting!

After getting the tarp laid, it was simply a matter of filling it up with water.  I had read that you don’t want to be effin’ around with a frozen hose, etc. in the cold outside, so what I took this big red tub that we normally use to fill with ice and beer for summer parties and coiled my hose up in it, leaving each end hanging out for easy use.  All I gotta do is unscrew the hose, pick it up and carry it inside the house for storage in the laundry room.  Just as easy to take back outside for my subsequent floods.

Now, after having filled it up and even as I write this, we have had a huge dump of snow.  I don’t even know how many centimeters, but it’s been a lot.  When I woke up this morning, the entire thing has just about been completely covered with last night’s snowfall.  So truth is, I don’t even know how the water froze yet!  Whatever the result, it’s no big deal…I have another flood planned and then I want to go over it with my homemade zamboni for a nice, clean finish.  But I’m dying to give it it’s first shovel and see what I’ve got underneath!

More updates on my backyard rink to come……

Love Trumps Greed

Yesterday afternoon, the updates of my online social timeline started filling up with chants of “Go, Sue go!”  Another friend had updated their facebook status to read, “Things are HAPPENING!”.  This could only mean one thing:  The Empress.

A few months ago, I wrote about the unseemly things that had taken place at my local pub.  Feel free to refresh yourself by reading that post here:  http://brianfurman.blogspot.com/2010/09/empress-new-clothes.html

Well, yesterday as I kept checking to see what was going on, I learned that our friend Sue was in court.  I didn’t even know that she planned on taking that tact.  With the support she’s been getting since everything was going down, I wish we all had a chance to chip in on her lawyer fees for her and take the day off work to attend the court.  Anyway, although I have no idea what the actual case was built and centered around (something to the effect of wrongful dismissal, I would think), word came down around 3:30pm from Sue’s own profile page; “We won!!  I get possession of my bar on December 20^th!” 

I am so happy right now I don’t even know what to say!  But it comes on so many fronts.  First of all let’s just say, I get my pub back!  This was my community that was taken away from me.  Although my neighborhood presents with a few opportunities to see my friends out and about from time to time, it just hasn’t been the same.  I need to sit down with my pals and visit and bullshit and have a couple of beers.  Having said that, the absence of being there over the last while has really slimmed down my belly!  It’s almost incredible.  The timing is terrific, not only because all I wanted for Christmas was The Empress, but because my 40^th birthday is coming up next month and we were having a problem deciding where to gather with pals for celebrating.

But most of all, I’m so, so very happy for Sue and those closest to her.  Something stinky had come in to ruin what she had going on in life.  Her friends all rallied around her and gave her strength.  She fought back against what wasn’t right….and she won.  She fucking won!

I am so happy that I was able to witness this community based and driven action against Mr. Money.  A similar thing actually happened to me back in 2002.  I was a partner in a business with friends.  The company was called groupsales.com and we were living our dream as self-employed entrepreneurs working in sports marketing.  I remember having the faith in our idea and how it felt to actually quit our regular paying jobs in order to walk through the office doors of the space we just banded together to lease.  It was incredible.  We had been operating for about a year and half when it happened.  It wasn’t exactly a huge money maker at the beginning, as few businesses are when first getting them off the ground.  But the three of us managed to take salaries a little over $30K each….enough to pay our bills and enjoy working for ourselves.  We were featured on a local TV show, highlighting our business venture.  Things were okay.

Then an event in my life changed the landscape.  I had a great aunt that passed and much to my astonishment, she left me a bit of money.  Not millions or anything, but enough to alter my life in a way that offered me a security that perhaps were just weren’t feeling at the time.  After a couple of months, by two business partners called a meeting with me and said they had been discussing some ideas about how things were going.  They said that my new inheritance changed the landscape a bit, as far as our commitment to making the business an overall success.  They presented to me this idea: although we were all three equal partners and all drew the same salary, I was no longer in the need to draw as much out of the company and in the spirit of it’s overall strength, I should cut my salary in half to $15,000 a year, let them increase their a little to $35,000 a year each, with the remaining savings staying within the company coffers.  Uhhh…what? 

Well, they said, I didn’t need the draw as much as them now and in order to prove my commitment to making the business a long term success, I should sacrifice my salary.  Now, it’s not that I don’t believe in sacrifice, but I do believe that three equal partners should make a three-way commitment.  I guess the other thing was that they approached me with a bit of aggression.  Almost like they were trying to bully me into it a bit.  I suppose the long hours and tight salaries had been taking their toll over the past more than dozen months. 

In any case, I refused.  I explained that the nest egg I was left with was my personal business.  I was going to sock it away for buying a house, or for getting married someday….we were supposed to be equal.  I certainly wasn't going to be made the bitch.  When I came into work the next morning, my key didn’t work. 

Those fucking little pricks.  Are you kidding me?  Both of their cars were out front already.  What the hell was going on?  I called the office number from my cell and they answered it on speakerphone.  “Yeah, we decided last night that the two of us can take on your workload.  We can get by without you, so now we’ll just split your salary between the two of us.  You didn’t want to take the cut, so we’ll make YOU the cut.  That’s 66% against your 33%....you’re outvoted.”  And that was it.  Constructively dismissed.

Now, because we were new and weren’t exactly the type of business to acquire assets, the buyout process was a short one.  Sure, I probably could’ve turned it around and used my money to buy them out, if pushed in the courts.  But what the hell for?  So I could do this business all by myself?  I was pissed off that guys I counted as amongst my closest friends would do something like this to me.  We’ve all heard stories about how business can wreck friendships.  After a bit of back and forth haggling, I took my paltry buyout cheque and the three of us have never talked again. 

That business was replaceable, though.  It still operates today, but as a side gig to their full-time jobs.  At least, that’s what I’ve come to understand.  That’s fine.  They can fucking have it.  But Sue’s business was a little different than ours.  Her stakes were exponentially larger than mine.  And she fought for it.  I couldn’t be prouder.  I am also a little proud of how our community stood up for her.  She drew strength from it and in the end, it feels good to have been part of something where we stood up for what we believed in.  And it turns out with Sue winning her back yesterday, that we were all right.  It feels good to give the middle finger to the people than tried to ransack her. 

Sue gets possession on Monday, December 20^th.  I’ll see everyone there.  And I’ll call in sick on Tuesday.       

Behind closed doors

Uhhmmm...can "men" write about such things as decorating?  I mean, personally, not professionally.  Well, whatever.  Fuck ya' if you don't like it.  Getting things done on the house is something that's always on our mind, but recently we've kind of resolved to make a priority out of a couple of projects.  One of those projects is my music room....or man's den.

Julie has this really rad retro sixies couch, which is the centrepiece that the room is kind of going to revolve around.  One thing I think I've decided is that I'm going to make use of the closet as part of the room, rather than as a blasted closet.  Rather than have wasted space with bifold doors forever closed on it, I'm going to do something a little more useful with it.  What...I do not know yet.  But I do have a couple ideas.

Now, these pictures are just to plant the seed for you...rest assured it won't be like either of these.  Just wanted to give you an idea of the kinds of things a person can do with a closet.  I'm thinking more about putting the organ in there with shelves built in above and around it.  I dunno.....we'll have to see.

First things first....paint.  Then floors.  Think I've found the color swatches.  Now I have to make a decision on floors.  It's tough, man.  There's a lot of options.  Right now the room is right down to the cement, so I'm game for anything.  Nothing to rip out or cover up.  I think I'll post again on the floor ideas and let y'all in on what I'm thinking.  But for now I just wanted to claim:

CLOSET SPACE!!!!  

The Friday Five - December 03, 2010

Ventura – Lucinda Williams, Live at the Fillmore

I was in a local record store shopping around for who knows what.  As I flipped through CD’s, I was listening to this passionately charged up half-country, half blues (all rock!) stuff coming out of the overhead speakers.  At first because  I wasn’t really paying particular attention, rather sub-consciously just letting it permeate my brain, I hadn’t even discerned the difference between whether this was a man or woman.  All I knew was that I loved what I was hearing.  So, of course, I asked the clerk what was on.  He pulled out the CD case and held it up for me; the cover art even struck me as awesome.  “Lucinda Williams!”, he exclaimed.  I had heard her name before but hadn’t really paid any attention to what she was doing.  Well, that was about to change.  This live double album from the famed Fillmore actually changed the way I listened to music.  My gateway CD, if you will.  I have always been one to seek out and find new music.  As far as I’m concerned, I struck gold with this.  I have talked about this album, lent it to many, listened to it relentlessly (no pun intended, for those that know her songs) and learned to play as many songs on my guitar from here as I can…in fact, I can even say this album changed the way I played and treated my guitar.  Everyone has those albums that they feel have influenced or made an effect on their life; this is one of mine.  Most definitely in my top 5 albums of all time.

Me & My Friends – Hank Williams III, Damn Right, Rebel Proud

I remember there was actually quite a bit of hype around this album when it was released in 2008.  I actually don’t know a lot about the history of Hank 3, as he’s affectionately called, except for his obvious lineage.  Although I can honestly say I’m not a huge fan of his pitchy voice, it has indeed grown on me.  And I think I’m gonna let it grow on me some more.  As the name of the album would suggest, he often sings like a rebel, telling people (like the Grand Ol’ Opry) to fuck off.  He’s got some demons, to be sure…but I find that often translate well for music.  It sure did for his Grandaddy.

We Are The People – John Mellencamp, The Lonesome Jubilee

Jesus, here’s a blast from the past.  I bet I haven’t listened to this album in 20 years.  For real.  Letting it go on now, it doesn’t even sound that old.  I wonder…is it possible that John Cougar could actually be timeless?  Nah!  Couldn’t be.  Could it?  Anyway, most of my memories revolve around Jack & Diane when I was a pre-teen just getting into listening to the radio, rather than whatever my parents had on in the house.  The birth of my individuality.  I have a real hard time thinking this guy played a part in ushering in that time of my life for me.  But then again, he’s a straightforward, musically honest musician.  And what shame is there in that?  Yeah, you what?  I don’t care.  I liked that time in my life.  Fist pump to John Cougar!

Blue – The Thorns, The Thorns

This is one of those albums I purchased based on a written review.  It was even hailed as a bit of a supergroup, although that might be taking it a little far.  Matthew Sweet, Pete Droge and Shawn Mullins are all fine musicians in their own rite.  They came together for this laid-back, acoustic album in 2003 and to date, it's their only offering as a trio.  The album is okay, if predictable and safe.  I don’t mind having it on in the background, but there’s not a lot about it that makes it stand out or rise above anything else.  The song writing is tight, of course, but then…I dunno why, but it just doesn’t seem enough.  Somehow unfulfilled?  Hhmmm….

Purr – Sonic Youth, Dirty

Haha!  My newest foray based on the love of my girlfriend.  I don’t really know how I missed out on this generational swing.  Although I’m going to be completely honest…as I started to hear their name floated around a bit more, still without ever having heard any of their music, the name of this band, Sonic Youth, for some reason conjured an image of two late teened Justin Beiber type boy band things.  Stop it!  Stop picking on me!  I didn’t know!  And I still don’t know what planted the seed that made that image pop to mind every time I heard that name, but it did.  That’s not my fault, is it?  Anyway, now that Julie has set me straight I’ve seen them live twice (on the same trip, mind you) and have been listening to the noise.  I’m a little late to the party, but I’m okay with that.  This is one of the stronger albums from their catalog, for sure and this song seems to me as a classic kind of SY song.  Check back with me later when my education has become a little more complete.

Frosted Tipz

 

Here's a little photoblog from the Frosted Tipz show last night at the ARTery.  They killed it!  Curtis Ross on guitar gets more amazing every time I see him play.  By day the lead singer, Roz, is the owner of Eden Lilly...the flower shop that Julie works at.  More than a boss though, they're more like best friends.  It was a reunion show, so I'm glad I had the opportunity to see them play after listening to their album on my iPod for the past couple of years.

You may notice the "AVK" lettering they are all sporting on their outfits.  Another of the original lead singers was Amy Van Keekan.  Amy was expected to join the rest of the band for the reunion show, but ended up not being able to attend.  Never far from their hearts, the rest of the band made sure her presence was recognized.

The show was put on by Birch Heart Productions, the one man promotional unit that is Sean Borchert.  Another band reunited for the show, The Skinny also played last night, playing in the opening slot.  Unfortunately, although we could hear them loud and clear (and they were rad!), we were too busy in the back of the house socializing and drinking beer, to get any pictures of them.  *sad face*

The Friday Five - Nov. 26, 2010

The Runner – Kings of Leon, Because Of The Times

I know you’ve all heard it a million times and some of you have maybe even said it, but I’m gonna have to be a douche and be that guy.  I’m just saying it is absolutely 100% true and unwavering.  Loved this frickin’ band (and still do) before they hit the big time.  For real…this album is as solid as it gets.  I even have a lot of friends that didn’t know anything about KOL before their breakthrough a couple of years ago and hate the band and their crappy hits these days.  And rightfully so…it’s crap.  The sad part is that they won’t give the band a fair shake on their old stuff because of it.  And that really is too bad.  Because Of The Times is actually my favorite album of theirs and I will continue to rock this shit, no matter how many hipsters judge me for hating a terrible band.  They weren’t always that way.  Here’s to the old days…..

Fit But You Know It – The Streets, A Grand Don’t Come For Free

I received this album as a gift from my former brother-in-law a few years ago.  It was a re-gift of sorts.  He received it in some contest at his work, had never heard it, and decided he’d pass along this seemingly shitty album he got for me to me as a Christmas gift.  That’s just the kind of guy he is.  Ultimately, I guess the joke’s on him.  It took me a couple of spins to get used to the casual talking banter of this Scottish rapper, but it turns out I like it!  Thanks, sucka!

Chameleon – Herbie Hancock, Head Hunters

Long before the days of my brother and my early teenage years, where we hung around the street corners with a huge ghetto blaster resting on our shoulder, doing some paltry imitation of a moon walk to Hancock’s digital display of excellence, Rock It, the man had been making groundbreaking funky shit for years!  Who knew?  Well, although I didn’t know when I was thirteen, I sure knew by the time I was passing into adulthood.  More than jazz and horns, Hancock always embraces sounds of the now, and more to the point, sounds of the future.  This album, listed as one of Rolling Stone’s greatest albums of all time, by the way, was so far ahead of it’s time I can’t even wrap my head around what people must have been thinking back then when they first heard it.  This album would be a stand out today in 2010, but he brought this shit out in…..wait for it….1973!  God.  My mouth is agape at that shit.

Still Fighting It – Ben Folds, Rockin’ the Suburbs

Great album, great song, great musician.  Although I personally find Ben has hit a bit of a rut on his last couple of albums by not being able to break out of whatever mold he’s in, I think everyone can agree that this album kills.  The range of styles and songs throughout is mesmerizing.  This is a song from a father to his son and for a sensitive fella like myself, is gorgeous.  Lyrically, Ben used to be in a place where he simply couldn’t be matched by most of his peers and this song is a great example of that.  From his invitation of buying his listener a roast beef combo (and assuring him that he’ll pick up the tab) to the soft lament a few lines later where he apologizes to his son for having to be such a chip off the ol’ block, it’s funny, witty, personal and even tugs the heart strings.  At least for me it does.  I hope someday I have a son so that I can l can sing this to him.

Vultures – John Mayer Trio, Try! (Live)

Although this is a bit of a pop number from his studio release Continuum, the live version offers enough funky guitar bends for me to get into it.  Here’s another one of my guilty pleasures that a lot of my peers may laugh at me for.  Mr. Hollywood, tabloid, twitter attention whore himself.  I prefer to think of this as a phase.  I mean, after all…he’s still a young dude, comparably new on the scene.  You can’t get too hard on him for having some fun with the lucky life he’s been afforded.  But after it’s all said and done, John Mayer is a killer fucking guitar player.  He just is and I’ll take on anyone who doesn’t recognize it.  I prefer to listen to his live stuff, as it usually ends up on a bluesy road and showcasing his talents outside of the “recording can”.  I predict, and I will wait and stick by him until it happens, that John Mayer is our Eric Clapton.  I’m sure the comparison has been beaten to death but much more knowledgeable people than me, but I see so many similarities that I can’t let go of it.  Even if it is just a fantasy.


That's it for now....have a great weekend, y'all

One Night In Bangkok

To update a little bit for the time I've been away from the computer, I had a bit of bachelor time last weekend.  Julie had planned to go out to her friend Tandie’s place for dinner…bit of a girls’ night.  I decided that since Julie would be out and I didn’t have Ruby, that I would enjoy a little time for myself, too.  Lorenzo and I went out for dinner and a couple of cocktails, which is something he and I rarely do.  I bet in the 20 years I’ve known him we’ve gone out to a restaurant together like 5 or 6 times.  I dunno why…it’s just that way.  Anyway, after we finish up Lar and I are headed back to the shop to hang out and watch a little hockey when I get a text from Julie; “think I’m sleeping over, been drinking wine!”  Oh dear…here we go.  Funniest part of this, I thought, was that it was only 8:00pm when I got that text!  Hahaha!!      

Anyway, I headed home from Lar’s at about 10 with feelings of  freedom dancing in my head.  What to do?!?!?!  First, let’s think briefly about what Julie might be up to by now:  I figure if it’s an apartment full of girls and they’ve been pretty drunk for a couple hours already, this impromptu slumber party most surely must have digressed into a naked pillow fight by now!  Right?  Girls do that, right?  I knew it!

So, after rolling those thoughts around in my imagination for a while, I decided that with a couple of beers in me already and a couple more in the fridge just dying to get popped, it’s time for a little jam session.  No one but the dog around to critique me and hey…what the hell does he know?  So, after a couple of warm up tunes on the acoustic while I brought my buzz back up to that acceptable level which is conducive to freedom of expression, I plugged in the Telecaster and got a little more down into it. 

A song I started to pick up the week previous was “Rescue Blues” by Ryan Adams.  Don’t know what brought my attention to that song in the first place, but that night it couldn’t have been any better of a choice.  Simple structure of three chords or so, it’s a cautionary tale of drug use.  No complication in it, very simple…but that’s one of the things I really like about the blues and consequently about many of the artists I’ve been enjoying of late: simple songs that are made more interesting because of the investment of feeling.  By the time I finished about my third or fourth run through of that song, singing loud and feeling it, it’s one of my new faves to play.  I’ve resolved to put that chord progression down on the four-track soon (this weekend?) and try to improvise my own solo over it.  If I can achieve the same level of letting-loosedness that I had last night, I think I can bring it.

The Friday Five - Two weeks late and on a Saturday

Okay, so by now we know the Friday Five is more of a target than a qualifying statement.  Sometimes it's hard to keep up!

Rich – Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Fever To Tell

This song is a fantastic example of how fantastic this band can be.  This debut release from 2003 is, to date, still my favorite album of the three they’ve released in total.  Somehow for me, Karen O’s voice is somehow more defining the music in these earlier songs than in the later ones…as if that snarl could ever become a passenger to the accompanying instruments.  This song kind of shows off all of the band’s best attributes from the aforementioned voice to the simple noisy guitar, the punk rock edge and the catchy little hooks…and they combine it all perfectly.

Lights Go Down - Basement Jaxx, Crazy Itch Radio

One of my guilty pleasure bands, this is one of the few I enjoy from the genre of house (dance) music.  I’m not a big nightclub guy, to be sure and even less of a dancer, but this isn’t about that.  I don’t care how many douches you think have these CD’s in their cars, Basement Jaxx is about the music for me.  It’s innovative, and incredibly detailed.  Listening to their album Kish Kash, I was absolutely astounded at the production of it and am still amazed when I think about these guys sitting together when coming up with new music and where the hell their ideas come from.  This track is a bit of a slow burner of an otherwise average album, but all in all, there’s always room for this stuff on my shuffle.

Little By Little – Susan Tedeschi, Best Of.....

When Julie and I went to New Orleans we went to eat lunch at the House of Blues.  The sign on the wall said Susan Tedeschi would be playing there that upcoming weekend.  We immediately spent our $15 each and returned a few days later for a terrific show!  Neither of us really knew much of her music, but we knew she was there.  A blues guitar player, tall and red-headed, married to guitar legend in making, Derek Trucks.  She already had instant street cred.  Anyway, she’s the new generation’s Bonnie Raitt.  She comes off tough as nails while she’s playing, but between songs she is the softest spoken, genuine sweetheart of a woman you could ever hope to be in the presence of. 

Landfall – Jimmy Buffett, Changes In Latitudes, Changes In Attitudes

Wow..we’re really showing the diversity of my album collection today, aren’t we?  Well, Jimmy…what can I say?  I honestly bought this album solely for the reason that I thought Margaritaville was a standard everyone needs to have….kinda like a black suit in the wardrobe.  Yeah, I was about 23 when I made that decision.  Not exactly what you’d call a fan of his…in fact, I think I’ve only ever listened to this album once in the 16 years I’ve had it.  But he’s not offensive either.  Just in it’s entirety, not really my thing.

The Dog Song – Nellie McKay, Get Away From Me

Another of quirky, piano playing girls I seem to keep falling for over and over.  This was a double album that I got after reading a review.  I would say it’s an average album, not one that I play very much.  But it just so happens that this is a pretty cute song.  From time to time I make Ruby her own CD’s to listen to in the car, etc. and this is one of her favorite songs.  She always makes me put it on every mix I do up for her.  Funny thing is, while singing along, Ruby has mastered the weird time signatures which impresses the hell out of me.   

The Friday Five

It's late, Julie has fallen aleep while I watched the Oilers get beat by the Red Wings:  it's time to spin my iPod.

Snake - P.J. Harvey, 4-Track Demos

Nothing like hitting it hard right outta the gate.  I Like PJ mostly because of her attitude.  Kind of like a Marianne Faithfull thing for me.  I'm not educated enough in their music to really know all that much about her, but I like the attitude so much it just makes me believe she can be good at anything, otherwise she'll just meet it at the bike racks and beat it up.  Very diverse musician and bold.  I once heard her do a duet with Bjork of the Stones' Satisfaction and that sold me on her.  This is the only album I have of hers but keep meaning to get more.  This song and album is hard edged and rocking, so I like it!

Love Hater - Andre 3000, The Love Below
Slick, cool dude...he kind of surprises me sometimes.  This is a pretty jazzy little number that seems out of the norm for him, although it's likely not.  Keys and horns and a time signature that pops a little, this is a snappy little number.  Deinfitely don't see him doing it in a bright green suit.

Grey Room - Damien Rice, 9
I loved this guy at the start....really, I loved him a lot.  The first time I heard The Blower's Daughter, I swear to God my eyes welled up with tears.  I bought that first album and listened the shit out of it.  He and Lisa Hannigan were rad.  I read a story about how, to make that album, he was travelling around Europe staying on the couches of various friends and recording along the way on his little 8 track.  Such a bare feeling with all the music and very real.  I loved it.  Then I bought this second album...listened to it a couple of times and, well....meh.  It was all kind of the same.  It was like watching Dancer In The Dark over and over again.  Very good, but so emotionally draining that you can only take so much of it.  That was pretty much it.  Played out.  Haven't listened to anything of his for a few years now though.  Maybe it needs a revisit. 

Hanging On To You - Jay Farrar, Terroir Blues

Jay led a couple of groups I like, Uncle Tupelo and Son Volt, before stepping out solo on his own.  He's a fantastic songwriter and pretty much embodies the sound of Americana.  He and Jeff Tweedy together as song-writers?  Wow.  Anyway, on to the present...I won this album in a Twitter contest, actually.  Neat, hey?  It was the first of his solo stuff that I'd really heard and I quite dig it.  I've been in a real alt-country/ blues kind of mood for the past couple of years, so this just broadens it a bit wider.  Subdued album, but good.

The Summer of Discontent - Cowboy Junkies, Miles From Our Home
Speaking of that mood, looky what we have here!  Jesus, I haven't listened to this in a while.  If Jay above us embodies Americana, then what do I say about the Junkies' Margo?  One of the most distinctive, ethereal and beautiful voices out there.  What I can tell you about this paarticular album is this:  I was doing a lot of driving at one time in my life...back and forth to BC and all over Alberta.  I loved listening to this album as I drove on the highway because no matter what the scene through my windshield was, this album always fit.  Daytime, nightime, overcast and rainy, dead of winter frozen, mountains, prairies, cities, foothills...slow or fast driving.  It fit every single time.  Canadiana?  Whatever.  I love you Margo!

Uhhmm....I dunno

I figured I should try and update this thing regularly, lest it ends up being a page that hops from Friday to Friday, flipping through an iPod. 

For Halloween, Ruby went as Ariel....pretty cute stuff.  A little disappointed because her mother cancelled out of bringing her by the house, so I didn't even get to see her dressed up.  Except for the ever reliable Facebook photos.  But Ruby had a fun night out with her pals, and bragged to me all about her candy haul.  When I was driving with her in the car a couple of days before Halloween, we were talking about her costume and I asked if she remembered what she was last year.  Of course, she knew the answer....Princess Jasmine.  Then I asked about the year before that, and she knew she was a witch.  Then she took over, "...the year before that I was a pumpkin and the year before that I was a duck!"  This is her fifth year trick or treating....and she remembers all four of her previous costumes to when she was one.  I dunno about you, but I thought that was amazing!  Memory like an elephant, that girl.

Julie and I went to a party at Lorenzo's shop and it turned out to be killer!  Julie sister and boyfriend came as well.  It was packed on all three floors all night long.  We got a little on tipsy side (heh, heh) so by the time we left at 2:00am or so, Julie led me into crashing a party that was happening down the street.  It was hilarious!  They all knew we didn't belong.  When this freakishly tall girl started asking Julie who we were and what were we doing there...Julie kept up the act of looking for her friend, Kim.  Kim, uhmm..Reynolds.  Yeah, Kim Reynolds.

We've been thinking about taking Ruby on a Disney Cruise over spring break in March.  It departs from L.A. and goes through the Mexican Riviera.  Sounds like the kind of thing Rubes would go nutso over!  I think she'd have a ton of fun.  And although not exactly the style in which Julie and I prefer to travel, we could do a lot worse than a cruise ship through beautiful waters.  It's just being on a boat for a week with that Goddamned giant rat....!!!

Friday Five - Halloween Edition

The first five things to happen when I hit shuffle on my iPod today:

Not About Love – Fiona Apple, Extraordinary Machine

This makes me smile.  Partly because I haven’t listened to Fiona in a while and this song popping up today will certainly remind me to dig a couple of her CD’s out.  Besides having a boyish crush on this red-headed goddess, I’ve always really enjoyed her music.  This is the famous album that almost wasn’t; after submitting it to her record company, they turned it down and told her to try again because, “there aren’t any marketable hits” on it.  You can imagine how well that went over.  So while Fiona took a little hiatus from making music, this album somehow got leaked onto the interwebs and an online movement formed to “Free Fiona!”  Eventually, enough people had their voices heard and the record company caved in to changing their minds and releasing the album, which of course achieved acclaim.  But some always wondered if maybe it wasn’t the record company that “leaked” the album in a sneaky ploy to not only gauge consumer interest/ reaction to the album, but also to create a grassroots marketing bonanza.  Personally, I doubt record executives could’ve been that smart.

Divorce Song – Liz Phair, Exile in Guyville

Wow, I’m already on a roll!  Another boyish crush that I just can’t get over, Liz is goddess number 2 today!  Exile is probably one of my top 5 (or at least top ten) favorite/ most influential albums of my lifetime.  I can’t even get started on it because there’s too much to say.  And this song is one of my favorites from the album.  Succinct in prose, it’s funny, sad, angry and somehow purveys a feeling of apathy that I really latched onto while using this track as my theme song for a couple of years.  I’ve had it on my list of songs to learn (on guitar) for awhile now and just haven’t put in the effort yet.  Maybe I’ll do that this weekend.  After this album, she released whitechocolatespaceegg, which I liked, but after that, I’m not sure what happened.  She seemed to lose the truth in herself and she started to try “making a living” at music, which includes letting your record company give you advice on what people want and how to be popular.  It’s really too bad.  But I prefer to remember Liz as she was…and forever will be, to me. 

Man Of A Thousand Faces – Regina Spektor, Far

Well, well, well…isn’t this an interesting turn of events.  Another quirky, red-headed piano goddess.  This is another album I bought based on a review I read.  When I read it, the author described Regina, and the album, as a cross between (ready for this?) Fiona Apple, Liz Phair and Bjork.  I mean, shit…are you kidding me?  How I could not buy that??  Needless to say, I was disappointed.  I mean, it’s not a terrible album and I have to admit that I’ve been slightly influenced in my opinion by Julie who hates this record.  But as for the peer comparisons, I would say it’s more like a failed attempt at being a female Ben Folds.

Watching The Wheels – John Lennon, Double Fantasy

Although this album sparks great conversation about John himself and everything that went on at the time of its release, this particular song reminds me more of a time in my life, rather than one in his.  I was, for all intents and purposes, a young punk.  It was around 1990-91, which puts me at 19 or 20 years old.  I had moved out on my own, had my first car and was working full-time at a Sony Store.  At that time, I was more familiar with the obvious Lennon/ Beatles stuff and a co-worker turned me on to this album.  After bringing it to work and playing it in the store, he lent it to me.  Jesus, I think I was still making mixed tapes at that point.  Anyway, I loved it.  And picture if you will:  all the attitude of a 20 year old with his first sports car, new found independence of being one’s own man, trying to look so cool and acting like such the frickin’ hotshot that age beckons from us, as a generation fascinated with the hot pink accessorizing of a rebel like Andre Agasssi…cruising around downtown in the evening with the stereo blasting………….Watching The Wheels.  Wow.

Caring Is Creepy – The Shins, Oh, The Introverted World

Terrific track that most people would more likely recognize from the soundtrack to the movie, Garden State.  Great soundtrack, by the way.  It seems this band has a real history as a product placement, though.  I believe their popularity is based on their songs being selected for the aforementioned movie and TV shows ranging from The OC to Weeds to Spongebob Squarepants.  I don’t know if I’d go so far as to call them the new Moby, but it seems like a lot of “indie” paths wind this road to popularity.  I dunno…good for them, I guess.  It doesn’t diminish in my mind what is a good album and set of tunes.  The one thing I could never figure out though, is why I always think of them as British.  Even though I know they’re an American band (Portland, I think) I still always hear them as British.  Weird.