a dish best served...tepid?

So I got a little bit of revenge on my former employer. This requires a little bit of explanation. There's this podcast I listen to out of England called Punky! Radio. It's a punk/chat show that plays all sorts of new (and the occasional old) punk music, as well as some related sub genres that might be of interest to the fans of punk. But in addition to the music, there's the wacky chat between Paul B. Edwards and Tony Hearn. It's a lot of silly fun, as they crack each other up and tell each other stories about their drunken exploits, make fun of Emos and generally blather on.

One of their regular features is one in which listeners are asked to nominate someone in their lives who has wronged them, or is generally just sort of a jerk, and if Paul and Tony agree, they will declare for all the world to hear, that said person "Izzatwat" (is a twat).

So, anyhow, I encourage you all to listen to the most recent episode of Punky!, as you will get the pleasure of hearing my former boss declared a twat for all the world to hear. So it's not really revenge, I guess, since I could pretty much assume that he doesn't really know that all of Punky's listeners think he's a twat..but it makes me giggle.

Congratulations, Cole Porter

Would somebody explain to me how Eric Estrada got a star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame before Cole Porter did? It seems that today that long overdue honor was bestowed upon the songwriter who brought us "I've Got You Under My Skin", "Night and Day", "I Get a Kick Out of You" and myriad other songs that have become part of the Great American Songbook. Did everyone just assume he had a star already?

Whether or not you are a fan, Cole Porter's contribution to music, theatre and movies is huge. I don't really know what politics are involved in getting a star on the walk of fame. Maybe the stars have to pay for it. If so...could I get one? What would it cost?

The first time I laid eyes on my wife (she wasn't my wife yet...) , she was performing in "Red, Hot and Cole", a revue of Porter's music that sort of told his life story. The director was a friend, so I went to check out his show, but made the mistake of going alone. It was dinner theatre. I sat at a large table with a family who I did not know. Drinks were relatively inexpensive, and I took advantage of that. I think by the end of the show, the family I was seated with had become a little bit afraid of me. I didn't meet Polly that night. That came later.

Our daughter is named "Rosalie" after her great-great aunt Rosalie, who in turn is named after a Cole Porter song of the same name. The song comes from a film called (redundantly enough) "Rosalie" featuring Eleanor Powell and Nelson Eddy. Eleanor Powell plays Rosalie, a student at Vassar who also happens to be a princess from the European kingdom of Romanza. Never heard of Romanza? Neither had I, until I saw this priceless gem of a tract on foreign policy. Ray Bolger is fun (warming up for his role as scarecrow still two years away) as Nelson Eddy's best friend/wingman and his soon to be Wizard of Oz cast mate, Frank Morgan (the Wizard) hams it up as the King of Romanza.

Yes, it's as bad as you can imagine...but Eleanor Powell was one hell of a dancer, so there are some nice sequences...and it's a fun kind of bad. And hey...they can't ALL be winners. Just look at Cole Porter. Erik Estrada beat him to the Walk of Fame.

...does whatever Bono can

I am officially terrified.

Bono and the Edge from U2 and Julie Taymor are teaming up to create a Spider-Man musical on Broadway.

I love U2.
I have a very soft spot in my heart for Spider-Man.
Julie Taymor has created some very visually arresting theatre.

Why does this frighten me so?

I guess I need to start planning another trip to New York.

Beware the Ides of March

Just west of Chicago lies the suburb of Berwyn, home to the world's largest laundromat and "Spindle", a sculpture featured in the movie Wayne's World. It can best be described as a stack of cars on a large skewer. A Car-Kabob, if you will. If you grew up in the Chicago area, you very likely watched a sf/horrow show called "Svengoolie" then "Son of Svengoolie" which featured it's titular comic host cracking wise about the gem they happened to be screening that night. One of their running gags was to repeatedly utter "BERWYN" with dismay. To this day, I can't hear the name of that town without repeating it in the same tone. Berwyn is also the location of FitzGerald's, a music house that is most notable for hosting the open mic night where one of my former bands, map of july, first played to an audience. Maht, lead singer, lyricist and cofounder has written a partial history of the band at his blog. The chapter that includes our appearance at FitzGerald's can be found here.

And Berwyn is also notable for one of it's native sons. Jim Peterik, founder of the band "The Ides of March" is a Berwynian. Maybe they played at FitzGeralds... The Ides of March is probably best known for the song "Vehicle" which was released in 1970. The band was on an extended hiatus (kind of like map of july...maybe it's the Berwyn connection) between 1973 and 1990. Peterik took the opportunity during that time to co-found the band Survivor and bring us such timeless classics as "Eye of the Tiger", "The Search is Over" and "I Can't Hold Back." You may recall that in my second post, I mentioned playing in a "band" that covered "Eye of the Tiger." Wheels within wheels...

In 1990, at the behest of the city of Berwyn, the Ides reformed for Berwyn's Summerfest. The concert was well attended. Sensing an opportunity to cash in on nostalgia...sorry...to recreate the magic...the band has been touring ever since. I presume they close the show every night with "Vehicle". I can't imagine it any other way.

So Beware. The Ides of March. Coming soon to an outdoor village festival near you. Again.

Duran Duran's Rio:a study in context and juxtaposition

This is a really long post. my apologies. I'll try to make most of them a bit shorter

I remember exactly why I became interested in Duran Duran. In 1984 I was in 8th grade, and Dori Bicek was the coolest girl in class. Bear in mind, this was a very small class of about 17 kids at First Baptist Christian School in Downers Grove, Illinois. It was certainly a small ecosystem...but we had our cliques, and she was definitely the top Heather. At the time, she seemed so damned cool. She was confident and worldly (Remember: Baptist school. She probably wasn't that worldly.), and she was really into Duran Duran. For Dori's sake, I sincerely hope that she somehow remained cool when she entered High School. I have no way of knowing. I never saw her again. Most of the kids who went on to public school went to either Downers Grove North (The Trojans) or Downers Grove South (The Mustangs). I didn't live in Downers Grove. I was a couple towns over in Lombard, so I went to Glenbard East and was, presumably, a Ram. Most of the Rams--the ones who wore uniforms, anyway--didn't much care for me.

There was one get-together of the FBCS class of '84 a couple years after we graduated. I couldn't make it--I was playing a gig with my band "Hazzard". It turned out to be our only gig. It was our drummer's little sister's middle school graduation party. We played "I Won't Forget You, Baby" and "Every Rose Has It's Thorn" by Poison, "Love Bites" by Def Leppard, "Never Say Goodbye" by Bon Jovi, "The Eye of the Tiger" by Survior, a crappy instrumental piece we wrote to showcase our "soloing" skills (it would only have been crappier if we had attempted to put lyrics to it) and inexplicably, "Blueberry Hill".

But I digress. The point is, I had priorities. And this crappy band that played songs I didn't even really care for playing for some giggly girl and her giggly friends was more important than going to see friends that I had gone to school with from 2nd to 8th grade, and hadn't seen since. I. Was. That. Committed. To. My. Art.

So I phoned it in. Not my performance with the band. My attendance to the party. I called to say I couldn't make it because I had this really important gig, and we were totally rocking Franklin Park. And then I sat and watched Pink Floyd's "The Wall" on MTV and had my mind blown. I remember these little details.

While I never saw Dori Bicek again, I did continue to have some appreciation for Duran Duran. They sort of became an entry-level drug for me into the world of European pop, which ultimately led to me learning about some other bands that I like a lot more, and continue to like to this day. And a bit later, when my tastes had matured some, I did sort of like the Wedding Album (1993) for it's own merit. But I don't think I would consider myself a Duran Duran fan.

About six months ago, I was driving home from work with the radio on. Normally, I hate listening to music on the radio. I hate to be force fed music by corporations. But the NPR station refused to come in any longer--my "automatic" antenna on my aging car only raises itself 1/3 of the way--so I clicked over to a more powerful station. In this case, it was one of those "we play anything" type stations. A song or two in, Duran Duran's "Rio" came over the airwaves. I'll admit to having liked this song at one time. But for some reason, possibly because of the way my stereo sounds, or was equalized at the time, or maybe because the windows were open, I was able to hear the lyrics very clearly. And so I listened...and was horrified. Maybe I shouldn't have been surprised. But the lyrics to Rio are really, really bad. And I began to hate the song, and every time it has come up in conversation (a surprising amount of times for a 24 year old song) I've taken the opportunity to vent about this terrible song that deceived me for many years.

Flash forward to this morning. I was using the elliptical machine at my health club in my ongoing attempt to curb the effects of a mouse-jockey lifestyle. This is a pretty new club and they have all the snazziest equipment. Each of the cardio-type machines (treadmills, stair climbers, ellipticals, stationary bikes, etc.) has its own TV screen which displays any of the local cable channels and a variety of music video channels which may or may not be licensed specifically to health clubs. It's possible that the music videos are just cable channels that I don't get, but there don't seem to be any commercials, so I doubt that's the case. Most mornings, I begin my time on the elliptical machine watching the tail end of a Buffy the Vampire Slayer episode on FX. When that's over, I click up to one of the video channels--whichever one is playing something I sort of like--and surf between the various channels if a video I don't care for is played. For some reason I don't recall, I settled on the "80's Pop" channel this morning. I think the last chorus of "Walking on Sunshine" by Katrina and the Waves was playing. Awful video, but the song saved my life once on a road trip through Kansas once. (I'm not going to explain that at this time.) The next video that came on was Rio, and I discovered how wrong I had been about this song.

The first thing that struck me was how good the bass line is. I attribute this to the fact that I was listening to the song through my iPod earbuds, and so was able to listen to it with the intended balance. But seriously...it's a pretty good bassline. And while the subject matter of the video is itself a bit silly--painted women writhing about on a boat that Simon LeBon and the boys appear to be sailing--it was visually interesting enough at 7AM for me keep the video on. So I was enjoying the really good bass line and the visuals, and I hardly noticed the vocals. And that's when it struck me. This song is not intended to be listened to without the video to accompany it. When I heard it on the radio, the context was wrong, and so I hated the song. Juxtaposed with the video, the song becomes so much more than it is without it.

In every way, it is a perfect example of the style over substance that is typical of 80's pop music. In fact, the painted women writhing around on the deck for our pleasure, as well that of the members of Duran Duran are the epitome of 80's style. They look like paintings by Patrick Nagel. (Incedentally, Patrick Nagel, or someone who drew a lot like him did the cover the Rio album. I had forgotten that until I started to poke around Duran Duran's website while writing this.) Videos originally functioned as commercials to sell records. I think that this video exists to celebrate a decade and its excesses.

Perhaps it is best if the function of top 100 music is to speak only of surface. Most attempts at substance are really sort of substandard. Remember "We Are the World." Listen to the lyrics of that piece of tripe. When a song that really does have something to say comes along, it is only made more substantial by comparison. This point was driven home when the next video to play was Suzanne Vega's "Luka". Great song. Not a great video.

But Rio does have a pretty great bassline.