A Very Special Birthday Tune-Up

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Happy Birthday, Big Daddy!  I thought this would be a festive AF (click link to see what kids mean by AF), and since I never know if or when the Bose CD player is working, I figured this would also be easier for you than making a CD.

So here is a special edition Birthday Tune-Up.

1. “Di, Perra Mora.”  Guess the time signature and win a prize, the prize being you know what the time signature is, ’cause dude, straight up, I have literally no idea what time signature this is in.  This obviously has to go first in the tune-up line-up.  Why?  Because the music you played for me when I was a little kid (see: the “clapping song”) absolutely inspired my love, or obsession, with rhythm.  Which, as we all know, is THE MOST IMPORTANT COMPONENT of music, way beyond melody or harmony.  I will brook no dissent on this topic.  Anyway, I love how this song builds in intensity by the inclusion of more instruments – not through tempo increase or volume.  In that way it reminds me of your observation about Jimi Hendrix’s “Hey Joe.”

 

2. “Widerstehe doch der Sünde,” J.S. Bach.  Similarly, I learned about Bach because of you, and man am I grateful.  As I sat in rush-hour traffic driving from Schofield Barracks to my hotel a few weeks ago, I put this on and instantly everything was better.  Interestingly, the lyrics are a total downer – all about how sin leads to death and Satan is very crafty and we’re probably all screwed.  But doesn’t Andreas Scholl sound pretty!

 

3. “Improvisation.”  Thanks to the “Voices” CDs I grew up with, along with all the vinyl records you had of music from around the world, I got used to the idea that music isn’t just a Western construct from a very early age.  This is such a delightfully delicate piece that never quite gets above a murmur.  And it features panpipes, which I know you love.  And yes I am lying.  I don’t know whether you love panpipes or not.  We never have conversations that matter.

 

4. “Nisi Dominus – Cum Dederit,” Antonio Vivaldi.  OK OK fine, melody is important, too.  This is so shockingly spare, especially for a Baroque composer like Vivaldi, that I felt sure it was one of those modernist Vivaldi knock-offs.  And yet!  It is not!  I KNOW!  WTF!  Our buddy Andreas Scholl is at the singy bit again.

 

5. Organ Concerto in B-Flat Major, Op. 7, No. 1: Andante.  GF Handel.  This is unexpectedly delightful and very charming.  Like that time you snuck peas into my garlic shells when I was ten, for which, after years of introspection and thousands of dollars of therapy, I have forgiven you.  It also reminds me of fun times over the dinner table when you’d quiz me on the nationality of composers.  As I remember, Handel always tripped me up because it always sounded so very British.  (Well, yes.)  And yes, I did program this link to start at the good part.  I mean all of these concertos are quite nice, but this little bit it so cute.  NB: This is supposed to be with organ but I find the piano version even prettier.

 

6. “À la manière de…Borodine.”  Maurice Ravel.  I remember being totally obsessed with “Bolero” as a kid.  It had everything!  It was endless, mildly melodic while intensely rhythmic, and excellent for dreaming about some kind of epic action-adventure movie of which, duh, I was the star.  And then you told me about Ravel’s quip regarding his own distaste for Bolero, which was the first of many such amusing anecdotes I dropped at parties in college, and therefore, by extension, the first of many avenues I could take towards being met with blank stares.  My glittering social career owes you a debt of gratitude.  Anyway, this is also one of a few “This is a song I wrote by [insert somebody else]” pieces.

 

7. “Bourée ‘Avignonez,” anonymous (but actually Praetorius, because I mean for Christ’s sake listen to it, it is so totally Praetorius, and actually actually, see #8).  Okay, two reasons – unrelated…I think – I’m including this.  One, it sounds like a sea chanty, and I can absolutely hear you emitting a hearty “Argh!”  And second, it uses the noble and much maligned sackbut, and I remember exactly where I was when I first heard that there was such an instrument.  You and I were driving in that beater of a Dodge convertible, back from the Dairy Queen near the Gold’s Gym we used to kind of go to, and God only knows what we were listening to, but it involved a sackbut.  Me: “What is that instrument?”  You: “That, if you can believe it, is called a sackbut.”  Me: “A SACKBUT?!?!”   [death]

 

8.  “La Bourée,” Michael Praetorius.  Hellooooo.  Bonus round.  Okay, I have to fess up, the only reason I’m adding this to your birthday tune-up is that the last chord makes me burst out laughing every time, in same way that, when I was eight, and we brought home a pint of peanut butter cookie dough ice-cream, and I started chanting “pea-nut-butt-ter-coo-kie-dough,” and you retorted with, “pea-nut-butt-ter-block-o-brick,” and I laughed until my stomach hurt and had to go lie down.

 

9. “Change Your Ways Or Die,” The Cactus Blossoms.  Okay, time to move from old stuff.  These guys are a cool heir to Johnny Cash style of country music.  This song makes me feel like I’m in some sort of 60s heist movie.  It also, for some reason, reminds me of the time Mom was out of town and you and I were bored of a Saturday, so I opened up a map of Massachusetts and blindly put my finger on the town of Shirley (est. 1753).  So, with literally no better plan, we got into the Volvo and drove to Shirley.  That’ll show Mom to ever leave town.

 

10.  “Making Flippy Floppy [Live],” Talking Heads.  “OUR PRESIDENT’S CRAZY – DID YOU HEAR WHAT HE SAID?”  Beyond that, I finally realized, after seeing David Byrne live, that the reason I love funk music so much is that I started listening to the Talking Heads at a really young age.  Re-listening to all of the Heads’ stuff again, I forgot how much they really cooked.  This song in particular is amazing.  Tina Weymouth’s bass line is so clutch.  (Also, SPOILER ALERT: I’m going to dress up as David Byrne in the big suit for Halloween this year.  This will not break my record of dressing in costumes very, very few people will recognize.  One year I went as Edie Sedgwick.  That was so stupid.  I just got a lot of compliments on my fashion sense and questions as to why I didn’t dress up.  …I mean for F’s sake.)

 

11. “Super Bon Bon,” Soul Coughing.  SAME KEY AS BEFORE!  I RULE.  Okay anyway.  Speaking of funky, do you remember that year, I think it was my senior year in high school, that I made an illuminated manuscript?  You might have blocked this from your memory, but I listened to Soul Coughing’s “El Oso” album on repeat.  I never really understood, until I got wireless headphones, that whatever I listened to at home was what you and Mom were listening to.  Thanks for not making me turn my tunes off.  And this is why I’m not playing a track from “El Oso,” but rather from “Irresistible Bliss.”  I’m not that much of a jerk.

 

12. “The Duffler,” Fanastic Negrito.  And speaking of high school…  High school was so much fun for everyone.  I know you particularly enjoyed driving me to school in the morning while I sat in a sullen silence and you tried, again, to not flatten those two women who always walked on the wrong side of the road and would flip you off when you mentioned they might want to change sides.  Good times.  Anyway, one memory in particular stands out.  One morning, feeling particularly oppressed and ill served, I dressed in combat boots and a wool, knee-length, Air Force officer’s overcoat Mom bought me at a consignment store.  You peered around the corner from the kitchen as I stomped down the stairs, and casually asked, “Who are we invading today?”  To which, had I had Fantastic Negrito on my music rotation at the time, I would have responded, “WELCOME TO MY LIFE.”

 

13. “Spent the Day in Bed,” Morrissey.  You remember that god-awful alarm I had in high school?  That played a deranged, screetchy version of Bach’s “Jesu Joy of Man’s Desiring,” for some unknown reason?  (Side note: WTF was up with that?  Why would GE make a phone that played that as an alarm tone?  Who’s horrible idea was that?  “Jeremy, you’ve been silent during this planning meeting – but knowing you, I bet you’ve been marinating on some brilliant idea.  Would you share it with us?”  “As it happens, Shawn, yes, I do have an idea.  How about ‘Jesu, Joy of Man’s Desiring’ as an alarm tone?”  “Jeremy!  You genius!  That will sell like meth in the Ozarks!  Brent – do we have the technology to make it sound like music?”  “Oh God no, it’ll sound like screaming.”  “DONE!”)  Yeah.  And remember how hard it was to get me out of bed?  You’re welcome.  Thanks for the cold washcloth to the face, too.  That was great.

 

14.  “Same,” Matthew Logan Vasquez.  Of course, probably the best thing you did for me in high school was to remind me to just keep my head down, do my work, suck it up, and one day, I’d graduate and it would all be over.  It reminds me of one of my favorite quotes of all time, coming from Joseph Campbell: “Facing it, always facing it, that’s the way to get through.  Face it.”  This made is especially awesome that you high-fived me as I recessed at graduation, as the piper (seriously? a piper?) played “Scotland the Brave.”

 

15.  “Too Many Colors,” Twin Shadow.  I’ve always wished I’d been born the kind of person who had a burning desire to be A Distinct Thing.   Something that, at a party, you could tell people you did and it would be an immediately understandable answer.  A doctor.  A lawyer.  An arsonist.  It’s been a real pain that I’ve always been way too curious about everything that it’s been hard to pick something.  One of the things I’ve always been the most grateful for is that neither you nor Mom has ever forced me to pick something, instead letting me try and try and try until, either by exhaustion or insight, I land on something.  Unless it was going to hotel school at Cornell.  That would have meant RUIN.

 

15. “Freun Wir Uns All In Ein,” Anon.  Okay I lied, we’re not finished with old stuff.  Remember when we were dorking around Germany and eastern Europe and we hopped on that tour bus in Berlin and the poor tour guide, who was obviously hungover, now had to do a bi-lingual tour because two doofy Americans go on board?  I think about him every time I listen to this sobering German hymn.  That poor bastard.

 

16.  “Periodically Double or Triple,” Yo La Tengo.  Speaking of doofy Americans, remember the Laundry Fairy of Dresden?  We stroll into a laundromat, you dressed in that super fetching Virgin Atlantic sleepshirt, athletic shorts, and loafers, me in baggy jeans and a tank top, and after figuring out how to get laundry detergent out of one machine and into a washing apparatus, we put it into some poor guy’s laundry instead?  And then the Laundry Fairy appeared, helped us clean ourselves, and then disappeared?  That was a great night.  I don’t know why this song reminds me of that; maybe of how mystified Ira Kaplan sounds when he’s singing.

 

17. “Wanderlust King,” Gogol Bordello.  And then there was that time we got washed out in Prague and had to take seven separate trains to get back to Germany.  That whole trip, while mind-bendingly stressful at times, is in the top five of best trips I’ve ever taken in my life, and no doubt in my mind at all it gave me the confidence I now have as a traveler.  This includes the ability to decipher a Czech train schedule in a woman’s basement that she managed to turn into both an internet cafe and a discotheque.  And to identify the best outdoor cafe at which to eat lunch by the kind of beer advertised on their umbrellas.  And that the only thing Polish waitresses knew how to ask Americans was, “Big beer?”  (Answer: “Big beer.”)

 

15. “Mary Don’t You Weep,” Prince.  So I’m going to be sharing two Prince songs – one that’s a little bit more Prince-y, and then this one.  I found this one on a mix I downloaded and put on random shuffle.  I wasn’t looking at my phone while it was playing and kept asking myself, “Jeez, who is this?  This is beautiful!”  And turns out, it was Prince.  I was stunned.  It’s spare and vulnerable and not anywhere near as traditionally funky as his other stuff.  But it does showcase his incredible musicianship.  Behind all of his bombast and wacky costumes and performance art lay an overwhelmingly talented musician and songwriter.  This is the kind of pianist I wanted to become while I was writing all that moody massage music in high school.  Ah, the road not taken.

 

16. “She’s Always In My Hair,” Prince.  This is the other part of Prince that went unsung: he was a champion of female musicians.  Many of his backing bands had women (or, in this case, all women), and he often had female bands as openers for his shows.  Because of that, combined with all of his undefinable weirdness, there’s always been a great feeling of freedom in his music.

 

17.  “Domino (Time Will Tell),” Hiss Golden Messenger.  This reminds me of “Brown Sugar” by the Stones, another band you and Mom introduced me to.  I remember having a particularly festive discussion of the real meaning of Stones lyrics (“She blew my nose before she blew my mind.”  …Ohhh.) while we decorated the Christmas tree.  Not as festive as watching “Patton” every Christmastime, but close.

 

18. “I’m Afraid Of Americans,” David Bowie (feat. Trent Reznor).  I promise this is the only topical tune I’m posting – and the only reason I’m posting it is to share the only song that’s getting me through these horrible days.  My little gift to you.  Okay.  That’s it.

 

19.  “I Want Jesus To Walk With Me,” The Holmes Brothers.  You taught me that nothing is so good that can’t be slowed down, and this song is absolutely proof of that.  This sounds like it should have been used in “The Wire” or “Homicide.”  It also sounds like the sad part of a jazz funeral.  The Holmes Brothers formed in Christchurch, Virginia in 1979.  Wendell Holmes toured with Inez and and Charlie Foxx of “Mockingbird” fame before he formed The Holmes Brothers with him brother Sherman.  For drumming help, they enlisted the support of a friend named, wonderfully, Popsy Dixon.  The band performed and recorded until 2015 when Popsy and Wendell died.  Sherman lives in Saluda, Virginia.  This song is from their 1992 album, “Jubilation.”

 

20. “Dig A Little Deeper in God’s Love,” The Fairfield Four.  Speeding things up just a bit here – and God bless the monochromatic audience for knowing how to clap on the two and four.

 

21.  “Wonder Woman Theme,” Caroline Campbell and Tina Guo.  Campbell and Guo begin this concert with the intro to Elgar’s Cello Concerto.  And then…  Note that, not a minute into the transition to the Wonder Woman theme, Campbell has already busted a string on her violin.  That’s how much the film meant to women – I personally have seen it four times, the most times I’ve ever gone back to rewatch a new movie.  For me, the movie was a validation of everything I was raised to believe about myself but had to convince society to accept as true.  Thanks for always making me feel like Wonder Woman.

 

This concludes this year’s birthday tune-up.  I hope you have a big, big day, perhaps filled with lobster and pie.  Love you.

 

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I’m baaaaack… (also: Funk Friday: “I’m Afraid of Americans,” David Bowie)

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Hello, friends!  It’s true – the rumors of this blog’s demise were premature.

I am back from my extended hiatus and THANK YOU for still hanging out while I was gone.  My trip to the store to get more ice took longer than I thought, but I came back, and the party is still going on in my house!  How cool is that!

Those of you who follow the news, or really wake up, exist, and go back to sleep at all, will probably agree with me that this has been a sucker punch of a week.  First, we lost David Bowie.  THEN, we lost Alan Rickman.  AND THEN, we had a GOP debate.  The only thing that’s been going through my head has been this song, from Bowie’s “Earthling” album, and it pretty well sums up all of my feelings about this whole stupid, awful, terrible week.  So sorry to deviate from the standard funky funk, but Bowie and Brian Eno nevertheless did come up with a pretty rockin’ beat.

 

Funk Friday: “Sleazy” + “Closer,” DJ White Lotus (NB: Parental Advisory)

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In honor of the day before Fear Day (check out Valentine’s Day from the blog last year), and all of the single humans out there, here is one of the best pop mash-ups of all time. This is one awesomely twisted duet between a lecherous dude and a woman who couldn’t care less. Apologies (mostly) for the profanity and lewdness.

Modernism Monday: “Rise,” David Guetta feat. Skylar Grey

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So, most of last week was spent in what we call “an exercise.” It simulated an invasion scenario and my job was to monitor how the Blue team (aka “the good guys”) defended their country against the Red team (aka “those rat bastards”) – and then see whether there were ways to make it more interesting. It was about as much fun as you can ever get paid to have, and it was absolutely exhilarating, exhausting fun. The stress of the whole week, though, was also oddly exhilarating, and it served to remind me that, unfortunately, I am often the best captain of my ship in a gale.

Back when I worked on a boat for a summer, the single-most valuable thing I learned was that the only way to safely steer through rough water is to point the prow of the ship directly into the oncoming waves and hold steady. It turned out that, for some reason, of all the people working on that ship, I was the most skilled at this. We sailed through three major storms and I was at the helm for each. During one such time, the waves were so high that, as we crested them, the schooner’s wooden underbelly rose out of the water before gravity and momentum tipped the shrieking vessel downwards to meet the oncoming surge. The memory of the force with which that little 88′ schooner slammed into the waves remains in my bones. So, too, does the astonishment that we didn’t become a mass of floating splinters.

I don’t know if I’m necessarily a person of extremes, and I don’t think I actively look for rough waters. But as my spiritual advisor, Dorothy Parker, put is, “They sicken of the calm, who knew the storm.” Fare forward, voyager.

Introducing…Friend Week!

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Hi guys!

 

Rumors of my demise are premature, but assumptions of my life sucking me elsewhere are right on the money.  To that end, I have enlisted the help of seven friends to get me back on track while I’m traveling again this week.  I assigned each of them a day of the week, according to their musical tastes, and asked them to pick a favorite song in that genre.  They sent me a link to the song and I wrote a response.  Then they sent me the reasons why they picked it.  I hope you enjoy the results.  Tune in tomorrow, Tune-Up fans!

I’m alive! I swear!

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Everyone!  I’m so sorry to drop off the face of the earth.  This blog *does* still exist, and I *will* still be updating it.  I just had to take a temporary hiatus.

Please enjoy the Ting-Tings while we recalibrate to return you to your regularly-scheduled programming.