lyric quiz
Appropriated from John, here's a lyrics quiz. Maybe one or two are hits, all are songs I own on some audio medium, and all are from my lifetime. Only one is a song from the past 18 months. Many can be, or would have been, heard on the nebulous format known as "college radio."
UPDATE: this is stale now, so here are all the answers. If you got them, give youself points on the honor system.
1. A country that even persecuted The Weavers "Home of the Brave," Naked Raygun
2. Can you stand me on my feet? "Color Me Impressed", the Replacements
3. A pack of franks and a big bag of Frito-Lays "Cold Lampin' With Flavor," Public Enemy
4. I suspect there'll be gerrymandering at the singles bar "I'm the Bomb," Electric Six
5. I'm not the best believer; not the most deserving"Sympathy," Sleater-Kinney
6. And you love me 'til my heart stops; love me 'til I'm dead "Naive Melody (This Must Be The Place)," Talking Heads
7. [E]very white face is an invitation to robbery "Safe European Home, " The Clash
8. And getting out of school meant getting out of hand "Celebrated Summer, " Husker Du
9. What's your favorite dish? I'm not gonna cook it but I'll order it from Zanzibar "F*** Her Gently," Tenacious D
10. And if I was Roy Rogers, I'd sure enough be single "If I Had A Boat," Lyle Lovett
11. Skateboards--I've almost made them respectable! "I'm the Man," Joe Jackson
12. Never needs winding, never needs winding, never needs winding "Step Right Up," Tom Waits
13. I was the walrus! Paul wasn't the walrus! I was just saying that to be nice but I was actually the walrus! "Magical Misery Tour," from the National Lampoon Radio Dinner album. That's Tony Hendra, of Spinal Tap infamy, as John Lennon
14. Well, listen, Buster-- you'd better start to move your feet "One Step Beyond", Madness
15. While my JVC vibrates the concrete "I Can't Live Without My Radio," LL Cool J
16. Me and Lucy opened it when Cynthia wasn't around "Starfish and Coffee," Prince
17. They didn't win another 'til 1962, the year he was discovered "Fifty Mission Cap", Tragically Hip
18. Well, I thought it was already as heavy as could be "Waitin' for a Superman," Flaming Lips
19. He covered me with tomatoes, hummus, chickpeas, and some strips of skin "Balloon Man," Robyn Hitchcock & the Egyptians
20. He could have scored more goals than Wayne Gretzky "Jesus Was Way Cool," King Missile
Tuesday, May 4, 2004
Monday, May 3, 2004
idle hands
Too much time spent here and way too much time spent here. I know one member of the rogues' gallery at left already knows about these sites, while at least one other would like them quite a bit.
On Saturday we went with Alexis and Jeremy down to the Chicago Cultural Center to see the Ron Popeil exhibit. It was tres cool; all that avocado green...The highlights were the sit-on trash compactor and the old Mr. Microphone ad. As our friend Chris pondered, "Hey good lookin', we'll be back to pick you up later" has got to be sampled in a song somewhere. I was somewhat surprised that of all the things on display, we only owned the Kitchen Magician.
Too much time spent here and way too much time spent here. I know one member of the rogues' gallery at left already knows about these sites, while at least one other would like them quite a bit.
On Saturday we went with Alexis and Jeremy down to the Chicago Cultural Center to see the Ron Popeil exhibit. It was tres cool; all that avocado green...The highlights were the sit-on trash compactor and the old Mr. Microphone ad. As our friend Chris pondered, "Hey good lookin', we'll be back to pick you up later" has got to be sampled in a song somewhere. I was somewhat surprised that of all the things on display, we only owned the Kitchen Magician.
Thursday, April 29, 2004
death is not an option
Saw two previews before a movie this week, and have been haunted by this question:
What's fraughter: Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius or the Garfield movie?
While Garfield looks like future B-Fest material, I think BJSoG would be much more excruciating. It's about golf first of all, the most dismal of sports, and with nary a Baby-Ruth-in-the-pool joke to save it (I'm guessing). It has the drippiest leading lady working today in Claire Forlani, and I see that James Horner, my least favorite composer EVER, is doing the score. Plus the trailer features a sanctimonious "to be an amateur is to play for love of the game" speech. Render unto me an effing break. Nothing like being invited to plunk down $9.50 to be told that things should be done for the love of them.
Plus, and this is important. Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius will be sorely lacking in lasagna-based humor.
So that's my 11 cents. feel free to weigh in below on this ever-important debate.
Saw two previews before a movie this week, and have been haunted by this question:
What's fraughter: Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius or the Garfield movie?
While Garfield looks like future B-Fest material, I think BJSoG would be much more excruciating. It's about golf first of all, the most dismal of sports, and with nary a Baby-Ruth-in-the-pool joke to save it (I'm guessing). It has the drippiest leading lady working today in Claire Forlani, and I see that James Horner, my least favorite composer EVER, is doing the score. Plus the trailer features a sanctimonious "to be an amateur is to play for love of the game" speech. Render unto me an effing break. Nothing like being invited to plunk down $9.50 to be told that things should be done for the love of them.
Plus, and this is important. Bobby Jones, Stroke of Genius will be sorely lacking in lasagna-based humor.
So that's my 11 cents. feel free to weigh in below on this ever-important debate.
Sunday, April 25, 2004
My uncle sent me this. Maybe it's too late at night, or too Canuck for me, but I'm just not getting it.
Okay, so blogs are boring and mundane, except when they venture into TMI, at which point they could veer recklessly into technology-is-bad territory? 500 words to tell me this? Namedropping Canadian bogeyman Paul Bernardo was the last straw.
I think the author misreads much, if not most, of the blogosphere's raison d'etre. I never kept a diary or journal. Except when I had to devote a certain amount of time in eighth grade English to journal-writing, in which I wrote about what video games I liked best. At the time, Time Pilot and Tron got high marks. My reasons for starting a blog were simply these, and I wager they're quite common: I had a decent-sized group of people to send observations, links, and crap about my life to, and blogging was an easier way for me to get said crap out there than maintaining an email list and writing form emails. Also, as a consumer of blogs, I find them a more convenient way to find out same about my friends. I don't think most blogs are done at all to replace diaries. They're done to further ruin letterwriting. Which a different columnist can lament, if s/he hasn't already.
Okay, so blogs are boring and mundane, except when they venture into TMI, at which point they could veer recklessly into technology-is-bad territory? 500 words to tell me this? Namedropping Canadian bogeyman Paul Bernardo was the last straw.
I think the author misreads much, if not most, of the blogosphere's raison d'etre. I never kept a diary or journal. Except when I had to devote a certain amount of time in eighth grade English to journal-writing, in which I wrote about what video games I liked best. At the time, Time Pilot and Tron got high marks. My reasons for starting a blog were simply these, and I wager they're quite common: I had a decent-sized group of people to send observations, links, and crap about my life to, and blogging was an easier way for me to get said crap out there than maintaining an email list and writing form emails. Also, as a consumer of blogs, I find them a more convenient way to find out same about my friends. I don't think most blogs are done at all to replace diaries. They're done to further ruin letterwriting. Which a different columnist can lament, if s/he hasn't already.
religion
Must-read post here, and its followup. The nail's head is barely recognizable it's been so firmly struck, particularly where he implores moderate/progressive Christians to rise up and tell the fundies you do not speak for us.
Matt did this very thing a few months ago and disowned Pat Robertson. Okay, so that's one; unfortunately Matt's assertion that if you have to invoke that man, you're disqualified is not yet valid. Because Robertson and his ilk are still the public face of American Christianity. And who's keeping him there? It's not the alleged "liberal media." It's other Christians who continue to let the charlatans run the temple.
Oh, and if Kerry is denied communion for being pro-abortion, is Scalia being denied same for being pro-death penalty?
Must-read post here, and its followup. The nail's head is barely recognizable it's been so firmly struck, particularly where he implores moderate/progressive Christians to rise up and tell the fundies you do not speak for us.
Matt did this very thing a few months ago and disowned Pat Robertson. Okay, so that's one; unfortunately Matt's assertion that if you have to invoke that man, you're disqualified is not yet valid. Because Robertson and his ilk are still the public face of American Christianity. And who's keeping him there? It's not the alleged "liberal media." It's other Christians who continue to let the charlatans run the temple.
Oh, and if Kerry is denied communion for being pro-abortion, is Scalia being denied same for being pro-death penalty?
Shaolin Soccer
I'm not sure whether to recommend seeing this film or not. The movie itself is fantastic; a cheesy great time. But I have misgivings about rewarding Miramax for their bad behavior regarding this film--buying the rights to this and all of Stephen Chow's other films, sitting on them, strongarming legal import companies into no longer carring legal copies of Chow's movies, cutting 20 minutes from Shaolin Soccer, dubbing it, undubbing it, playing with the special effects, adding a dumb hip-hop remake of Kung-Fu Fighting over the end credits, and so forth. On the other hand, if this cut (thankfully in Cantonese with subtitles) doesn't put fanbutts in seats, the other Chow films will get butchered more and dubbed, if they even come out at all. Damned if you do, etc., so I guess I recommend do.
I'm not sure whether to recommend seeing this film or not. The movie itself is fantastic; a cheesy great time. But I have misgivings about rewarding Miramax for their bad behavior regarding this film--buying the rights to this and all of Stephen Chow's other films, sitting on them, strongarming legal import companies into no longer carring legal copies of Chow's movies, cutting 20 minutes from Shaolin Soccer, dubbing it, undubbing it, playing with the special effects, adding a dumb hip-hop remake of Kung-Fu Fighting over the end credits, and so forth. On the other hand, if this cut (thankfully in Cantonese with subtitles) doesn't put fanbutts in seats, the other Chow films will get butchered more and dubbed, if they even come out at all. Damned if you do, etc., so I guess I recommend do.
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