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15 Albums

Wednesday, September 1st, 2010

I got tagged by my high school pal Linda in a meme.  Since I’ve been suffering from writers-slash-motivation block lately, I figured why not?

The rules: Don’t take too long to think about it – choose fifteen albums you’ve heard that will always stick with you. List the first fifteen you can recall in no more than fifteen minutes. Tag fifteen friends, including me, because I’m interested in seeing what albums my friends choose. (To do this, go to your Notes tab on your profile page, paste rules in a new note, make your fifteen picks, and tag those friends you want to hear back from.)

*cracks knuckles*  All right, let’s see.

I get into these phases where I can listen to various music, but I wind up always coming back to the same album over and over and over again.  Here are the ones I can remember off the top of my head:

U2—Achtung Baby
This was one of several high school soundtrack albums.  Some of them were albums I listened to because others did, but this was one that I genuinely liked.  And I drove four hours to Pittsburg to see them in concert at Three Rivers Stadium.  Granted, the seats were so far away we needed binoculars, but whatevs.

Johnny Clegg & Savuka—Cruel, Crazy, Beautiful World
Another high school album.  I found Johnny Clegg in Spain, but then I discovered the secret underground of white people who enjoy activist music recorded by artists who live in places with real problems.  We would sit around and commiserate about the problems of faraway places together and congratulate ourselves on being Involved.  I’ve seen Clegg twice—once in Columbus, once in DC.  He puts on an awesome show.  And “Dela” is an under appreciated classic song on the early 90s as far as I’m concerned.

Roxette—Joyride
Powerpop for the masses.  Brings me right back to 1990.  Say what you will, but it’s a well-crafted album that has stood up well over time.

Peter Gabriel—Us and So
Peter Gabriel is a classic.  Honestly, what’s not to love?  The summer before I went away to college, I saw the Us tour at Richfield Coliseum in Cleveland.  Still one of the best shows I’ve ever seen.

Sarah McLachlan—Fumbling Toward Ecstacy
College soundtrack album #1.  As far as I’m concerned it’s pretty much the pinnacle of Sarah’s career.  I’ve seen Sarah a couple of times, too.

James—Laid
When I was living in DC, every so often in the summer months we would pile into Frankie’s car and drive over to the beach in Delaware, and it was always James.  Always.  I have fond memories.  Saw them at the 9:30 Club in DC.  I was so ill I don’t remember most of the show.

Concrete Blond—Recollection
I know I’m probably cheating by listing a greatest hits album, but this was honestly the only Concrete Blond album I owned until the age of Napster.  This one was a constant companion in my young professional years in DC and then in grad school, and I still put it on every once in a while.

Nacho Cano—Un mundo separado por el mismo dios
Ignacio “Nacho” Cano is one third of the (now former) Spanish supergroup Mecano, probably the most widely known face of the Madrileño movement.  I was introduced to them on a high school trip to Spain in 1990.  Nacho put out a couple of really experimental albums, the first of which was the entirely instrumental Un mundo separado por el mismo dios (A world separated by the same god).  I remember it because it was one of the albums that I played over and over again while writing my master’s thesis—it had no words to distract, and really helped me focus.  I don’t think I could name a single song off of it.

Dido—No Angel
Her first and best album, before anyone knew who she was.  Another grad school album.  Saw her at La Zona Rosa here in Austin before she took off for a much less interesting career.

Crowded House—Recurring Dream
Another album that I listened to a lot in grad school.  A lot.  I got to see them at ACL a couple of years ago.  I don’t think Ray was as into it as I was.

Per Gessle—Mazarin
Per Gessle is probably best known as “the guy from Roxette.”  I got this album on import from Sweden and took it with me on The Big Trip in 2003: 8 cities in 5 countries on 3 continents in 19 days.  It helped keep me sane.  It’s a bit dated now, but I still like a few of the tracks that aren’t overplayed in my head.

Eros Ramazzotti—9
I found this one a few years ago on one of those legal music sharing sites that doesn’t exist anymore.  It just fits—even though I don’t really understand Italian, I really like it.

Imogen Heap—Speak for Yourself
Ray likes stuff that’s more experimental than I do, and he found Frou Frou early on.  I wasn’t that drawn by Frou Frou, but when Imogen Heap went out on her own, I found Speak for Yourself more approachable and I really like it.  We’ve seen her twice, and she’s incredible live.  I wasn’t that impressed by her follow-up, Eclipse—I don’t actually think I’ve listened to the whole thing in one go—but I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

La Oreja de Van Gogh—Lo que te conté mientras te hacías la dormida
I found La Oreja de Van Gogh through Eros Ramazzotti’s greatest hits album (he did a duet of one of my favorite songs of his with LOVG’s then-lead singer Amaia Montero).  Although I have their greatest hits, too, it turns out that most of my favorites are all off of this album (the title means “Things I told you while you were sleeping”).  Another one I can just put on replay over and over and over …

And that’s it.  I don’t believe in tagging others, so if you want to do it, do it.  If not — well, there ya be.

ACL Music Fest, Day 2

Sunday, September 16th, 2007

Brief overview of Day 2 at the Austin City Limits Music Festival (here’s Austinist’s take).

The experience can thus far be summed up in two words: hot and crowded. Don’t get me wrong, we’ve heard some good music, but over the past two days, no matter where we sit, people keep walking right through us on their way somewhere else. At one point during The Killers on Friday night, and again during Arcade Fire’s set last night, people around us just stopped letting the cruisers wander through their spot.

The alternative is to let people step on you, on your stuff, etc., and even as I sit here typing, knowing we’ll be heading back out there in a few hours, I’m wondering if tonight will be the night I snap and go off on someone who bumps into me because they can’t be bothered to pay attention to where they’re going. It gets more annoying as the day goes on and the frat boys who’ve been drinking beer all day and are now drunk and dehydrated start stumbling around in the dark.

Then, of course, there was the incident last night where one of the aforementioned drunk frat boys materialized next to Ray, and said after a very large man walked in front of us, “Dude, that guy’s bigger than you.” :faint: To say Ray was not amused would be a slight understatement, and the guy vanished quickly after that.

The fact that it’s been in the mid-90s with no clouds (the weather people have given up on the whole “80s and partly cloudy” thing they were promising as late as Thursday) hasn’t helped. Even though, in the grand scheme of things, 93 isn’t really that hot, it is when you’re sitting out in the direct sun with no cover. Ray and I hit one of the local sporting goods stores yesterday to invest in a 62 inch golf umbrella which helped … somewhat … yesterday. We smuggled in more than our allotment of bottled water, and intend to do so again today. It kind of goes without saying that prices at the park are something of a rip-off. :irked:

Anyway. On to the nitty gritty.

The Cold War Kids.

Cold War Kids

I’d never heard of this group before, but then I heard a lot of people talking about them on the walk to the park (which did seem a little shorter today … at least on the way in). They were pretty good, and I’ll need to check them out at some point in the future when I’m near an iTunes connection. They rocked out pretty hard, even though the stage they were on was in full sun at that point in the early afternoon. At some point, the bass player lost his shirt, and from the way the lead singer reacted it sounded like we were happy not to be that close to the stage. :neutral:

We were joined by our friends Lee and Hillary, who put down their blanket for all the cruisers-by to step on over the course of the afternoon:

Lee and Hillary

Blue October played after Cold War Kids. Blue October are from San Marcos, a little town about 20 miles down the road, and so they considered this a “home” show. We’ve seen them before, and I dunno if it was that the sound system on our side of the stage had crapped out or if they just weren’t playing well, but we could barely hear them, and what we could hear didn’t sound very good. Lee and Hillary went up toward the stage and said that it was shady over there, but the sound still wasn’t that great.

Blue October

To the left in the above picture (not the guy in the red bandana, the one to the left of him) is the totally hot guy that Ray, Hillary, and I kept staring at all afternoon. Unlike a lot of the other totally hot guys that we saw, this one seemed to not be aware of his total hotness, which made him hotter … and me uncomfortably aware of the fact that I don’t even remotely look anything like that. *sigh*

Let’s see, who next. Oh, right. Andrew Bird.

Andrew Byrd

Another really good act – completely out of nowhere. He was bound and determined to have a good time, and make sure that the audience was having a good time — and it worked! Even though he was playing during the hot, ugh-ish stretch of the afternoon when the sun is slanting and umbrellas don’t work anymore and the humidity was up and there were no clouds in the sky, everyone really seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Arctic Monkeys: same problem as Blue October. We were in the wrong place, and the crowd … well, at least where we were … they seemed not to be paying attention to the show.

After that, we moved, so we missed a good chunk of the set by Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, but we were in an optimal spot for The Arcade Fire. I’m not a huge fan of The Arcade Fire, but they were having such fun up there that it was hard not to be pulled in to the crowd’s energy.

And so … day 2 comes to a close. In a while, Day 3 will begin …

ACL Music Fest, Day 1

Saturday, September 15th, 2007

Well, it’s eight million degrees and the skeeters are out, so naturally that means that it must be time for the Austin City Limits Music Festival!

Ray and I have never been to ACL Fest, which invades Zilker Park every year in September, and he was really thrilled about the lineup and found us 3-day passes. Me, I just wanted to see Crowded House.

So, yesterday was the first day of the festival, and Ray’s pal Joanna scored us a parking pass in a garage next to the park. Let me clarify: the garage is next to the park. ACL Fest, however, is in a subset of the park, that isn’t adjacent to the garage, however, the alternative is to join the hordes who either pay through their noses for a spot in the neighborhood, or park in downtown Austin and take the shuttles in. So we walk it – it’s about a half hour in each direction.

Me and Joanna

The Weather Channel was promising highs in the mid-80s all weekend, and so we were a little surprised-nay, bummed-to get out of the car and start walking only to discover that we’d surpassed the mid-80s by 9 am and were on our way to the mid-90s, which feels much hotter when you’re sitting out in the direct sunlight, all of the shade having been co-opted by the crazy insane people who showed up at 9 am.

Even when we got there, around noon, it was still pretty sparse:

Sparse Crowd

And so. We hung around for a group we’d never heard of called the Heartless Bastards, and all I shall say there is that after a couple of songs, Joanna leaned over and asked me, “Is she singing in English?” Ouch.

After that, we moved on to the main stage at the other end of the park – the AT&T stage, not to be confused with the AT&T Blue Room stage–where Pete Yorn was on. Joanna’s a big fan. So, we get over there and Pete — we’re on a first name basis, me and Pete — starts playing and gets immediately upstaged by The Fire:

The Fire

A propane tank exploded, and apparently several people were critically injured. Pete Yorn was eventually replaced on the stage by one of the security guys who asked everyone to move over to allow the Fire Department to do their business, which was probably just as well, because by that point no one was looking at the stage anyway:

Fire 2

People moved, Pete finished his set, and then it was on to Peter Björn and John, a group whose recordings I don’t mind, but I’d heard they weren’t that good live and … well, what I heard wasn’t wrong.

Peter Björn and John

It wasn’t that they were bad, it was that it sounded like they didn’t have anyone controlling the sound – it all sounded flat and kind of muffled.

PB&J

We were initially planning to stay for a bit and then move over to get good seats for Crowded House, but we were worried that we wouldn’t be able to make our way through the crowd with all of our stuff. That turned out to be not such a worry, since by the time we were ready to go, a lot of other people had been ready and already left.

Sorry, guys, better luck next time.

I adore Crowded House, and even though Ray and Joanna only knew one song each (“Don’t Dream it’s Over” – the song everyone knows), I made them stay for the entire set because Crowded House was the only act I was really excited about seeing the entire weekend. Bah. They’re a lovely live band, and had I known we’d have a better view 100 feet to the left, we might have moved, but …

Crowded House

By this point, the crowd was kicking and it was pretty packed – as the evening goes on, the names get bigger and the number of acts gets smaller, so it becomes harder to fend for a space in the crowd:

The Crowd at Sunset

Anyway, to round out the night were Queens of the Stone Age … eh … and The Killers, who were headlining opposite Björk on the other side of the park. I know that Shin will find it horribly shocking that we didn’t go see Björk, but Joanna and Ray are both big fans of The Killers and they were really good, even to someone like me who only knew the 2 songs that get played on the radio.

Overall, a lot of fun, expensive food, hot boys shirtless (and, unfortunately, a lot of really not hot boys shirtless as well. Straight men have absolutely no concept of body consciousness, do they?), and good music. And so, we trudged back to the car dutifully afterwards, exhausted, sweaty, and covered in bug repellent and sunscreen. Ray has already pared back the schedule for the next two days so as to minimize our time in the heat and/or movement about the park — it was really brutal, and we’re both sluggish this morning in getting ready to head down there again.

And that was my Friday. It doesn’t involve an iPhone, naturally, but still a change from the norm.

Good Boys

Thursday, July 5th, 2007

I made a comment on Shindo’s blog the other day about Debbie Harry. He went to see the True Colors concert that Margaret Cho and Cindi Lauper are headlining, and Debbie is one of the acts performing — she’s solo, this time, without the rest of Blondie. The comment I made is that I’m a fan of Debbie Harry in principle because I still want to be out there shaking my stuff at her age — heck, I still wanna have stuff to shake at her age. At the same time, though, the last couple of Blondie albums have been weak and with the exception of the song that was on the Grand Theft Auto III soundtrack, I don’t think I could name a single Debbie Harry solo track.

Well, I did forget one of Blondie’s recent songs that I thought was kinda catchy and thought I’d share it because the video is kinda cute … in a dark, twisted sort of way.

And so, from The Curse of Blondie, here’s “Good Boys.” Watch out for that tiger….

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Quote of the Day

Tuesday, May 29th, 2007

Björk Guðmundsdóttir on child-rearing:

“I cannot imagine anything better than having a conversation about giraffes and why they are not blue.”

Ahh, Bjork. You either love her or you don’t. Shindo does. I don’t. Unless you count loving to ridicule her, which I definitely do …

 

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