The “Someone call Phil Kline, my iTunes is thinking about sex” edition.
1. The Killers – Midnight Show
2. Radiohead – Pull/Pulk Revolving Doors
3. Wu Tang Clan – Bring da Ruckus
4. Ani Difranco – Swim
5. The Faint – Birth
6. The Bad Plus – Street Woman
7. Biz Markie – Let Me Turn You On
8. Denali – Lose Me
9. Mos Def – Climb
10. Jeff Buckley – Lover, You Should Have Come Over
Now updated, because I miss my little muppet of a dog. Adorable puppy pictures below the fold.
Ferris and my sister, who he sleeps with every night.
Like a bug in a rug.
Lickin’ his chops.
Don’t you every say that. Stay here. Stay here as long as you can! For the love of God, cherish it!
Points to anyone who gets my crappy movie reference.
That’s a great Jeff Buckley track, Jill… one of those truly marvelous things to be playing in the background when…
Between Buckley and WuTang, I think we’re made to be.
See, I favor The Bad Plus and Denali. But I do love that Jeff Buckley song. In fact, I plan on naming my future goldren retreiver Buckley. Interesting story, I know.
I adore Jeff Buckley.
But in hindsight, it’s a little disturbing how many gorgeous little songs about death, dying and drowning he had.
He was a prophet. Just like Biggie.
I have trouble with the intense cuteness of Ferris’s head-to-body ratio. Too much(!)
Tupac, my dear. Tupac.
Ryan, I’m telling you. That dog ain’t real.
I CALL MUPPET!
He does have an extra-large cranium, that’s for sure. But I have a giant head too, so we match. (I’m not kidding — I challenge Vince Vaugn for big-headedness).
Lauren, you have it all wrong. Tupac may have predicted his own death, but Biggie predicted the Twin Towers falling. Now that is prophetic.
Tupac is better. I WIN!
Go listen to “Machine Gun Funk” and then tell me again that you win.
p.s. I do actually love Tupac, and think he was a more interesting rapper overall than Biggie. But Biggie had better style. And I generally prefer to listen to him. And I’m in a fightin’ mood, which is why I continue to post about this.
Can someone explain the appeal of Jeff Buckley? I bought his album Grace and chucked it in the trash the next day. Thought it sucked. What’s up?
Buckley had to grow on me, but once he did, hoo boy.
And I firmly differ on the Tupac issue. I think Tupac was held back by lame producers in his early days. Besides Pac studied ballet in his day. That’s right, BALLET. Style that, Biggie.
(God, I can’t believe we’re two white girls talking about the legacies of Tupac and Biggie on a feminist blog, and me from Cornpoke, Indiana, no less. Why not discuss, say, Slick Rick and Whodini? Or hell, to bring it up to date, Princess Superstar and Trina?)
Gosh, bill — I can only tell you what I hear; some unusually tender lyrics, always mixed with this dark sense of loss. His songs almost always awaken within me a keen sense of longing — the same feeling I get when I read Millay’s “Fatal Interview” sonnets. It’s the feeling that says “This dude gets the whole love thing in all its splendor and in all its monumental suckiness.”
Trina’s got a better ass.
Which The Bad Plus album is that song from?
They’re fantastic – and jaw-droppingly amazing, live
Princess Superstar. I rest my case.
The things I’ve missed by being just too old to have had hip-hop around as the soundtrack of my adolescence. I have a long blog post, however, I’m planning to write on Eminem and Axl Rose and the special role of the angry white midwestern man in popular music. (And I say that as a huge Axl fan with a moderate amount of respect for Eminem…)
Hey Hugo, guess who grew up around the corner from Axl Rose’s folks……….
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1) Black Flag: Screw The Law
2) Beck: High 5 (Rock the Catskills)
3) Led Zeppelin: Ten Years Gone
4) Breeders: Do You Love Me Now
5) Pink Floyd: Us and Them
6) AC/DC: You Shook Me All Night Long
7) Black Flag: Clocked In
8) Ben Folds Five: The Battle Of Who Could Care Less
9) Pretenders: Day After Day
10) Jane’s Addiction: Thank You Boys
Bonus) Elmore James: Twelve Year Old Boy
Of course, Lauren; I forgot you both are Hoosiers! I’m — almost — jealous!
Almost? Don’t get uppity on me.
My dear, despite my immense admiration for you, Axl Rose, and one of the most important films of my adolescence (“Breaking Away”), I can’t bring myself to fantasize about growing up in Indiana.
Oh, and I forgot my perverse and barely defensible admiration for Bobby Knight.
Hugo, I do believe that, in terms of cultural value, the leading Hoosier is James Dean, with an impact of approximately 5.7 times the combined total of Rose and Knight.
1. Alanis Morissette: You Oughta Know (Alternate)
2. Alanis Morissette: Are you Still Mad
3. The Allman Brothers Band: Wasted Words
4. Creedence Clearwater Revival: Fortunate Son
5. Genesis: Turn it on Again
6. Jethro Tull: Cheap Day Return
7. Men at Work: It’s A Mistake
8. Natalie Imbruglia: Pigeons and Crumbs
9. Fanfare from the Little Mermaid (The kids like the iPod too)
10. Phil Collins:You Know What I Mean
1,500 songs, and I get two from Alanis, one from Genesis, one from Phil Collins, and not a single track from this decade! Just how “random” is this thing?!
And, Jill. Billy Madison? Really?
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Yeah, it ain’t pretty.
Please explain. I’m sure this is a doozy.
Yeah, Billy Madison. Damn or darn, I see I’m too late. I like the scene where he pretends to pee his pants in order to help out the other pee-panted kid.
Oh, god. Axl Rose. I had an unfortunate crush on him in the summer of, um 88 or 89? I worked a graveyard shift that summer at a bank in their document processing section, which meant that I sent out hundreds of thousands of mailings and got papercuts on my GODDAMN EYES (you have no idea how insidious those little strips of paper on the edges of documents, you know, the ones that feed them onto the machine but have to get cut off by a machine and tamped down into a bin by people who get papercuts in their GODDAMN EYES).
In any event, I was up all night and all discombobulated, so I watched a lot of TV in the mornings when I got home. Since “Sweet Child O’Mine” was in heavy rotation, and I saw no other crushable men in my job, my biggest crush was Himself, Axl Rose.
I’m not proud of it, but at least it happened before he mutilated his face with bad plastic surgery or had the whole ugly Stephanie Seymour thing.
I know I’ve said this a billion times, but I bought a Tom Petty tape at one of their garage sales and prayed PRAYED! it was Axl’s.
You do know he was Bill Bailey for some time, and that people used to burst into song when they heard that?
And what, no love for the Mellencamp?
I do love Mellencamp. And my fascination with Bobby Knight is worth a post in itself.
Bill Bailey? Duh.
Non-hoosiers.
No love for Mellencamp?
You trying listening to “Scarecrow” for the greater part of your teen years and not revolt.