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Monthly Archives: February 2007

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Still in the midst of trying to get to the bottom of why scrubbles.net suddenly is not accepting comments, so this space is gonna be quiet for the next few days. In the meantime, take a gander at the banner I designed for a new weblog called Circa 45. Circa 45 is the brainchild of Kevin Murphy, one of my old Arizona Republic colleagues. He’ll be using it to post various mp3s culled from his father’s jukebox of old 45s along with other neat stuff. It’ll be great, I’m sure. Kevin’s other weblog, So Much Silence, will periodically be publishing some of my music reviews in the near future. Feel free to non-comment on those, too.

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Right now we’re going through a problem on this weblog where attempting to comment results in the dreaded “500 Internal Server Error” page. Sit tight; I’m working on it. I know everybody is just dying to leave comments (sarcasm). Sorry if you attempted a comment and it got lost!

It might be a problem with my web host, or it might be a Movable Type problem that can be fixed with a simple upgrade. The last time I upgraded MT, the process wiped out my entire system. So you can understand that I’m a little apprehensive on that.

Another Dr. Demento Momento

For some reason, I was very recently thinking about a series of novelty skits which used to get played eons ago on Dr. Demento’s radio show. They involved a reporter interviewing somebody, with the answers coming in the form of snippets from various hit songs of the day. Who did them? Now I know — Dickie Goodman. Michael Azerrad wrote up a neat little article on the man and his schtick for eMusic. I didn’t know that Goodman’s pop culture parodies went all the way back to the ’50s.

Roses and Roses and Roses

Time for another goofball meme, the kind where you put your iTunes playlist on “shuffle” and list whatever song corresponds with each item. This one I found at Quiddity.

  • What does next year have in store for me? Somehow I Feel I Must Be Dreaming — Jumping Jacques
  • What does my love life look like? My Town, My Guy and Me — Lesley Gore
  • What do I say when life get hard? Treat Me Nice, John Henry — Diana Ross & The Supremes
  • What do I think of when I get up in the morning? Midnight at the Oasis — Maria Muldaur
  • What song will I dance to at my wedding? Right Start — Talking Heads
  • What do I want for my career? Turkey Lurkey Time — Promises, Promises OCR
  • Favorite saying? Mesmerized (Freemasons Mix) — Faith Evans
  • Favorite place? How About Me — Davy Jones
  • What do I think of my parents? Blackbird — Ramsey Lewis
  • Where would I go on a first date? Don’t Let The Teardrops Rust Your Shining Heart — Everything But The Girl
  • Drug of Choice? Half Breed — Cher
  • How do I describe myself? Nothing Can Be Very Wrong — Tony Visconti
  • What is the thing I like doing the most? At Last — Laura Lee
  • What is my state of mind like at the moment? Medley: Malinconia Serenita — Ennio Morricone
  • How will I die? Words Of Love — The Beatles
  • Song they’ll play at my funeral? A Million Miles Away — The McKinleys
  • What song will I put as the subject? Roses and Roses and Roses — Dorival Caymmi and The Girls from Bahia

Caught on Tape

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The weekly cassette mp3s shared at Tape Findings reminds me of the hours of silly tape recordings I made as a child (via WFMU Beware of the Blog). I talked, sang, did skits and even made a fake “Weekend Update”-style news program. I also found that, if you depressed the Pause button slightly while recording, it would produce an eerie, high-pitched voice sounding similar to the squeals of bats. Check the current offering, in which a kid named Davey recounts his family vacation to Disneyland in 1969. Found fun!

The Secret World of Guys

The New York Times on the best and worst Super Bowl ads. We recorded the telecast last night, especially for the ads. With the very first ad break I whined to C., “these commercials are soooo Straight White Male.” I felt like I needed to watch a few touchy-feely Lifetime TV movies to cleanse myself of all that faux testosterone. Anyway, the unanimous favorite in our household was the GM robot spot (seen here at teevee’s recap). It was amazing in how the makers applied human emotions to a robot arm, and Eric Carmen’s weepy “All By Myself” on the soundtrack was a nice touch. I also loved the Japanese kiddie show parody advertising some GPS system. On the other hand the one with Jay-Z and some old guy playing virtual football was completely incomprehensible, and I agree with the Times that most of the spots had an odd violent streak going on.