Month: December 2012 (Page 3 of 3)

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #15

“Answering Machine” – Scout

The most controversial song in the countdown. But only because of my silly music rules.

Should a cover, a song both written and made famous by someone else, get consideration as one of my favorites for a given year? Often I would say no. But when it is as exceptional as this one, I say yes.

The 1984 original was a classic Replacements song, sounding as though it was recorded after a marathon drinking session. Paul Westerberg’s voice was shredded, the guitars tuneless noise wailing behind him. It was a drunken, late-night call to a lover far away that would be regretted in the morning.

Here, though, Ashen Keilyn discovers tenderness and sweetness in Westerberg’s lyrics and brings them out for all to hear. She took a love song written for punks, drunks, and the other late night denizens of clubs and bars and turned it into a song for everyone. It may not quite be Siouxsie and the Banshees reimagining “Dear Prudence” or The White Stripes destroying “I Just Don’t Know What To Do With Myself.”

But as far as covers go, it’s pretty great.

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #16

“Lafaye” – School Of Seven Bells

(Administrative note: the countdown will continue over the weekend, so check back Saturday and Sunday for songs #15 and #14.)

I’ve always enjoyed sub-genres like Dream Pop and Shoegaze. Noisy, atmospheric realms where lyrics are often difficult to discern, but where you can close your eyes and completely disappear inside the soundscape.

School Of Seven Bells’ Ghostory was my favorite Dream Pop album of the year. It is loaded with tracks that build and crest and swirl around you, each topped with Alejandra Deheza’s heavenly vocals.

I don’t know if this is the best song on Ghostory. But it is the most perfect. It doesn’t push the musical boundaries the way some of their other songs do, but that chorus is lush and gorgeous and inescapable.

The Perfect Shot

Many of my regular readers are on our Christmas card list. Thus, they know that we generally go with the obvious option and just slap a picture of the girls on it. Over the years, that process has become problematic. I have no idea why, but there’s something about lining up for a picture in Christmas pajamas or other holiday outfit that makes our girls lose their minds. And thus we lose ours.

The ability to stand still and smile disappears when we try to take the picture. One kid gets the giggles and they all get them. Or one doesn’t like her hair or her outfit or her sister is bugging her or something else is setting her off and she refuses to smile. Or they’re too close. Or not close enough. And on and on.

I’m sure none of this is foreign to the other parents out there.

Two years ago, after an especially contentious photo session, we agreed we would never do it again. Last year we used a vacation picture for our Christmas card. This year we just happened to have a wedding, at which all the girls were dressed in their best, six weeks ago and are using a picture taken there.

But that doesn’t completely solve the problem. We also make a photo calendar each year for ourselves and the grandparents. And we always put a fresh holiday picture on the December page. Which means we still have to go through this nonsense.

So last night was nonsense night. I warned the girls in advance that we just needed them to be good for five minutes. “I need one good picture, do you understand? That’s all. This is for your family, so please help me out.” They all nodded their understanding and pledged to be good.

I was able to take individual shots of each girl as we tested locations and lighting. But the second we put all three together, it was over. L. wouldn’t smile the same pretty smile she had used five minutes earlier when it was just her. C. looked like a lunatic, eyes bugging out and a manic smile on her face. And she was the sister with the giggles. M. soon caught the giggles and passed them on to L.. And M. kept either squeezing L. out of the frame, or putting her arms in front of her face.

Sometimes we’d be on the verge of a good shot, and then M. would start talking while her sisters held their smiles. Or someone looked to the side while the others looked at me. And down the list of ways to ruin the picture they went.

As is our holiday tradition, there was much parental consternation, little child cooperation, and eventually we gave up and sent them to bed 45 minutes early because we were fed up. My parting words to them were, “All I asked for was one good picture and you couldn’t even give me that.” Another quality parenting moment.

Fortunately we got enough B- quality pics to put together a little collage for the December page and sent it off to the printers.

One day, we’ll pull out all these calendars when the girls come home from college or bring their own families over during the holidays, and flip through them, matching memories to photos. And when we get to December, I’ll be sure to remind them how they made it a nightmare to get that picture taken each year. My hope is they’ll look at me in disbelief and think I’m making it all up, not remember me being red in the face as I yelled at them to settle down, hold still, shut up, and smile.

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #17

“Groundhog Day” – Corin Tucker Band

The second 1990s indie rock hero to make the list, Tucker was one of the founding women of the Riot Grrrl movement. With Carrie Brownstein she formed Sleater-Kinney, a band that helped to set the standard for women who wanted to make intelligent, socially-conscious music that also rocked hard.

She hits all those points here. Smart? Check. Socially conscious? She doesn’t know how not to be. And rocks? Hell yes. In the process she issues a challenge to her fellow Gen Xers: just because we’ve grown older, started careers and families, and lost some of the passion we had 20 years ago, there’s no excuse not to try to improve the world around us.

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #18

“Peacemaker” – Jesca Hoop

Massive.

That’s the word that pops into my head each time I listen to this song. It is huge, punching you in the mouth and demanding your attention. Even if you wanted to, you couldn’t turn it off or skip to the next track. But why would you? It’s freaking brilliant.

Hoop’s genius is combing vaguely Siouxsie & The Banshees-esque music with those killer, tribal drums and then putting her modern spin on an ancient Greek tale of women withholding sex from their men in order to end war. The music sucks you in. Her lyrics make sure you can’t, won’t ignore it.

She pulls no punches, either, making it the dirtiest song of the year, too. So listen cautiously.

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #19

“October” – The Helio Sequence

Echoing early U2, this Portland duo offered a gorgeous set of atmospheric pop on their Negotiations album. This track fits the month it is named after perfectly. Warm, with a hint of a chill in the background. A reminder that no matter how perfect things may seem, there is always something just below the surface that can upset them.

Sporty Weekend

Lots of sports, and sports-related things, from the weekend.

Friday I had my first boys basketball game of the season. It was a 20-point loss, which is about what I expected. My team actually got as close as seven in the second half, which was not expected. Thanks to a double overtime JV game, I only had time to file a brief story, which was just fine with me.

The news from the evening was my attempt at local food. When I arrived I headed to the concession stand for a drink and perhaps a snack. There was a handmade sign that offered a pulled pork sandwich on a kaiser roll for just $2. Wow, that seemed like a fine deal. I do love pulled pork. And it’s kind of hard to mess that up. I figured I’d give it a shot. I ordered one and a kid took a massive roll, picked up a ladle, and started dumping meat onto it. He slopped like three huge helpings onto it. This was going to be some snack!

I took my sandwich and headed back to my seat. I grabbed the sandwich, took a bite, and…was afraid to chew. The meat wasn’t ice cold, but neither was it even room temperature. Apparently the crock pot it was sitting in either hadn’t been turned on or the meat had been in it about 2 minutes. I rotated the sandwich and tried the other side, hoping perhaps it had been warmed. No dice. And this bite was full of chunky, gristly meat. Yuck. My stomach was starting to turn a little. There wasn’t anyone sitting around me, so I carefully covered the sandwich with napkins and slid the plate under the bleachers. Then I moved to another spot. Man, was it nasty. For $2 I didn’t mind just calling it a failed experiment, but neither did I go tell them they might want to warm the meat before they sold it. I hoped someone else would take care of that.

I made it home in time to catch the end of the Pac-12 championship game. I loved having it at the home field of the higher ranked team (I think that’s how it worked). Make having the best record mean something. Of course, it was at Stanford, which has a small stadium, and hardly anyone showed up, which isn’t exactly the financial windfall the conference was looking for, I’m sure. But man did Fox make those 35,000 people sound loud. Seriously, they cranked up the crowd mics so much that it sounded like 100,000 people were screaming at the tops of their lungs. And Gus Johnson was all-too-happy to try to scream over them. I think Fox even turned his mic down to make the crowd seem louder.

Saturday I got a text from a grad school friend who went to West Virginia for undergrad. He wanted to know if I was interested in a KU-WVU bet. He got the football margin of victory, I got the cumulative basketball one, for a six pack of good beer. Sure, I responded, but I should just go ahead and send it to him since I figured WVU would win by 50 Saturday. I was off by one. He was generous enough to give me a potential Big 12 tournament game, too, so I may have three chances to make up the margin. Despite my friend’s lack of confidence in Bob Huggins’ crew this year, I still think that’s going to be a long climb for my boys.

A quick post-mortem on the football Jayhawks. It says much about the program that you can look at a 1-10 season and say, with a straight face, things got better this year. They were much closer to the early Mangino years, where teams tried hard but were beaten because of talent/depth issues, than the Gill years, when the teams had no idea what they were doing. It’s not going to be easy, and I’m still far from certain Charlie Weis is the guy to right the ship, but at least it’s not sinking anymore. For the time being.

Speaking of the SEC, that conference’s title game was awesome. Many times it seems like someone rolls into that game, whether it’s Alabama, LSU, Florida, or whoever, and just destroys who they play. This year, though, it was a classic game. Props to Georgia for showing up and taking ‘Bama to the wire.

Here is where I must come clean: Sunday I gave up on the Colts. I think they were down 10 and had just given up possession in the fourth quarter. “Game over,” I thought. I got my list and headed to the grocery store. While I was checking out, I saw it was down to a five-point game, but Detroit had the ball and the 2:00 warning was fast approaching. Another tough day of learning for the young Colts. Or so it seemed.

By the time I was in our garage the Colts were inside the Detroit 30 and had roughly half-a-minute to take a few cracks at the end zone. I raced inside in time to see the last 4-5 plays, including the brilliant Luck-Avery game-winner. Just when you think this season can’t get any crazier or more magical for the Colts, something like that happens.

8-4 with four games to play. It would have been nice if Pittsburgh and Cincinnati had lost their games yesterday, but still, if the Colts go 2-2, they should be in the playoffs. Tennessee, Kansas City, and Houston twice. And the Texans likely won’t have anything to play for in week 17, so there’s always the chance they rest their starters that day. I’ve been trying to poo-poo playoff talk all season, but it’s moving into the realm of likely instead of just possible. And while the seedings still have to play out, I have a feeling it will work out that they go to Denver for their Wild Card round game.

Of course the big sports news over the weekend was the Jovan Belcher incident in Kansas City. I don’t know what to say about it. I’ve been touched by suicide, if that’s the right way to put it, and it was awful. This is so much worse than even that, I can’t imagine how the survivors will even begin to deal with it. The only positive thing is in a public event like this, there will be no shortage of offers of assistance for those who have to carry on after. Not that that will erase the pain or explain it all to the little girl who is now parentless.

Favorite Songs Of 2012: #20

“Star Machine” – Bob Mould

Last summer was was the summer of Mould. In July, all three Sugar albums got the remaster/rerelease treatment and I spent a couple weeks wallowing in Mould’s epic, mid-90s pop. It came as a surprise six weeks later when he dropped a new solo album, a nifty recreation of the classic Sugar sound. Like another 50-something artist from Minneapolis, he can still crank out peerless pop when he sets his mind to it.

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