WALK-UP WEEK! Termagant Tuesday: “Blues Walk,” Lou Donaldson

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There are a lot of different kinds of ballplayers.  There are the players who are just so amazed to be getting paid to follow their passion that they come across as happy all the time.  Then there are the ones who come across as spoiled little brats, who are more concerned with preserving their badass self-image than they are creating such an image through making consistent contact with the ball.  Bryce Harper, outfielder for the Washington Nationals, is such a player. Harper is good, don’t get me wrong.  But the man can throw a tantrum better than a four-year-old.  If he strikes out, he’s been known to throw his helmet on the ground and jump up and down.  Bless his little $900,000-a-year cotton socks.  “Blues Walk” is a raised-chin, eyes-narrowed, stare-you-down, “see if I care because I’m just that good” kind of a jazz song.  You do you, Harper.

Worldly Wednesday: “Narcissus is Back,” Christine and the Queens

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Achievement unlocked, Tune-Up fans.  Yesterday’s throw-down saw your Yankette come out on top.  Now, in the aftermath, this song comes to mind.  Christine and the Queens, aka Heloïse Letissier from Nantes, France, writes excellent, moody, atmospheric music to help you process life’s periodic weirdnesses.

Talking talking your way out
While he’s still on the lookout
I lost my voice I think in colours
We make love a sorry hearse
I cry a thousand more mirrors
So that your eyes could get brighter
Obediently I bay a name
I share it with the wind I tamed
But can you see my heart (repeat)

Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink

The water, water, is so cold
It poisons anyone who calls
A loving hand, a daring kiss
Now watches everything you miss
It’s getting hard to look away
It’s not your office anyway
It’s much too easy to disperse
Et moi je prie pour une avers [I pray for the obverse]
Before you can see my heart
Narcissus is back (repeat 6)

Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink

Termagant Tuesday: “Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing),” Benny Goodman

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Oh it is so on right now.  Your plucky heroine is in full battle rattle* today (St. John’s knit sheath, 4″ snakeskin stilettos, graduated pearl necklace, eat it*).  I have a long-overdue throw-down with a local self-styled tough** and I’ve been waiting a mighty long time.  Yankette Smash!

*Yes, I know that’s a dated and lame phrase.

**Hey, Glass House, don’t you judge how I pump myself up.  At least it’s not Cheetos and Tang.

***I am fully aware this is one of those moments that Me In Twenty Years will look back on, and with a knowing chuckle, mutter, “God, I was so dramatic when I was a kid.”  Shut up, MITY.  No one cares.

Funk Friday: “Left Hand Free,” alt-J

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This is the second single off of alt-J’s forthcoming album, being released next month.  According to the band, this is the least alt-J-y song ever.  (For a point of comparison, search for alt-J in the search bar on the left hand side of your screen and play “Taro,” the song I posted a few months ago.  Different, right?)  According to me, it’s absolutely, completely, foot-stomingly awesome.  The tone of the song is a mild break from the classic funk music I tend to play on Fridays, but the sassiness of the guitar lick tipped the scales in its favor.  It just slays me.  This will probably be my remainder-of-summer 2014 song.  Happy Friday, Tune Sharks.

Hey shady baby I’m hot
Like the prodigal son
Pick a battle eenie meenie miney moe
Hey flower you’re the chosen one

Well your left hand’s free
And your right’s in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh no

I tackle weeds just so the moon buggers nibble
A right hand grip on his Colt single-action army

Well your left hand’s free
And your right’s in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh no

N-E-O, O-M-G, gee whiz
Girl you’re the one for me
Though your man’s bigger than I am
All my days he disagrees, oh no

Well my left hand’s free
Well my left hand’s free

Hey shady baby I’m hot
Like the prodigal son
Pick a battle eenie meenie miney moe
Hey flower you’re the chosen one

Well your left hand’s free
Well my left hand’s free [x4]
Oh no

Funk Friday: “Get Up Offa That Thing,” James Brown

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I’m not entirely unconvinced that I haven’t spent this week in some sort of strange sonic pressure cooker.  Actually, I’m not entirely unconvinced that all of us poor humans haven’t spent the week in a strange sonic pressure cooker.  It certainly feels like it.

SO.

Do you know what we do when things get hard?  Like really, really, in-your-bones, buy-a-plane-ticket-to-anywhere, screw-this-and-all-y’all hard?

You know what we do.

We DANCE.

One other thing: THIS IS MY 200TH BLOG POST!  Cue balloon-drop!  Thank you to everyone around the world for making this blog so successful and so much fun to write.  It’s hard to write a post every single day but it’s such a blast to see new pings from all kinds of countries.  I am going to try and create a comment box to make this more interactive but for now – thank you, one and all.

 

Termagant Tuesday: “The Ritz Roll and Rock,” Fred Astaire

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These days it’s just about all I can do to keep pace.  Everything is moving just a little bit too fast.  But I’m still tap-dancing as best as I know how.  No one else mastered the art of this better than Fred Astaire.

Termagant Tuesday: “Yachts (A Man Called Adam Remix,” Coco Steele and Lovebomb

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“I don’t know much about being a millionaire, but I bet I’d be darling at it.”

Dorothy Parker is my spirit guide, as anyone who knows me will tell you.  I can rattle off any number of her bon mots.  The above quote is always the one that pops into my mind over the summer.  I know for a fact that I would be really talented at swanning around Capri or Monaco on a yacht.  I’d really be excellent at that.  Why?

  • I look great in hats
  • I look great in sunglasses
  • I can speak lovely French and the things I don’t know I can whizz by with a smile
  • I know the entire history behind, in addition to being able to make and drink sizable quantities of, a French 75

So, really, what I need to do with the remainder of my youth is come into a vast fortune, and spend a season every year in the south of France on my boat.  I really don’t see why this would be complicated at all.

Worldly Wednesday: “El Microfono,” Mexican Institute of Sound

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Brazil and Mexico tied each other in the World Cup yesterday, an outcome which I might be alone in thinking is kind of awesome.  I was a hell of a match, as you can see by the stats below.

The stats, below.

The stats, below.

Though Brazil was favored to win – home team advantage and all that – Mexico put up a hell of a fight.  Seven saves!  Amazing!  So it’s only fitting we take a quick trip to Mexico today and hang with the Mexican Institute of Sound.