HE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 26, 2010

Editors note: I have no idea the whereabouts of She Said, hopefully she is ok…but if not, I am sure she’d want me to post these.

Some youtube clips for your enjoyment. Oh and a shout out to She Said, her post was selected to be on the front page of wordpress.com, resulting in over 4,000 views over the span of a couple days.  I felt famous. So, hoping we get some of those people back I’m going to be annoying and repost our twitter feed and hope to attract a few more followers.  Now, on to the clips –

Perhaps you’ve seen this little chunker singing Lady Gaga already, if you haven’t click here right effing now.  Even if you have, watch it again…it is sure to brighten up what is otherwise a typically awful day.


Time and time again, Cartman has claimed ‘gingers dont have souls.’  Well, this kid disagrees (i would use headphones for this one).  Here is Cartman’s response.


Somehow I let the anniversary of Kurt Cobain’s death pass a couple weeks back with no mention.  As such, here is Pearl Jam playing Immortality (often thought to have been written about KC) at the last show I was at.  Less than 3 weeks til the next one…

HE SAID: The 1990s

April 22, 2010

I feel like lots of my time on this blog has been devoted casual references to the epic 1980s.  And besides a few mentions of shows like Beverly Hills, 90210 and Saved by the Bell, we really haven’t given enough credence to the 1990s.  Lots of cool shit went down in the 90s, and I’d like to tell you about some of them

1. The first thing that stands out is 1990s movies that tried so desperately to pretend they were still in the 80s.  Side Out, Days of Thunder, Point Break, Aspen Extreme…all movies made in the 90s.  Hell, Aspen Extreme was made in 1993! Oh and sidenote – if you haven’t seen Side Out, the beach volleyball movie starring C. Thomas Howell and Courtney Throne Smith, netflix the shit out of it.  These movies, from the cheesy soundtracks to the wardrobes scream 1980s, and its sweet.

2. Remember when you could wear a flannel shirt because Eddie Vedder rocked one? Or a cardigan because Kurt Cobain made them popular (I refuse to mention Mr. Rogers, who still gives me nightmares)? Perhaps you forgot, which is easy to do because of all the indie hipsters out there who have made these articles of clothing impossible to wear without the requisite skinny jeans (luckily, we are somewhat safe in Vermont).

3. Speaking of Eddie and Kurt, on the whole the music produced in the 1990s was WAY more memorable than what we get these days.  40 years later and we still talk about the Beatles/Floyd/Zeppelin etc, and in 20 years bands like Nirvana and Pearl Jam will still be known to all (and yes, U effing 2 – though they are an 80s and 90s band).  Hell even Britney Spears will probably be talked about, if only because she’ll be making her 17th comeback.  But music the past 10 years or so, while I’ve enjoyed it, has produced very few, if any bands or artists that have a good chance of making it well into our future. Lady Gaga included.

4. While the 1990s was a decade of futility for teams (Patriots made one super bowl, sucked the rest of the decade; Celtics had their second player in 7 years die of cocaine issues and were a joke; the Red Sox spawned teams that featured names like Damon Buford; and the Bruins weren’t even on anyone’s radar), they were in a sense more enjoyable to watch.  I didn’t know every single thing about every single player – from what PED they were taking to what nightclub they were at trying to have sex with a young coed.  I don’t condone this action, but sometimes ignorance is bliss.

5. I really feel like bad, yet incredibly watchable TV was paramount in the 90s (90210 will not be listed here, it is not a bad show) – Party of Five, Walker Texas Ranger, Melrose Place, Califronia Dreams, Saved the Bell: The College Years, Friends…yup, I said Friends, that show sucked.  Why? Cause Ross is a huge tool. He Said, OUT!

SHE SAID: Case of the Mondays?

April 12, 2010

I would like to thank Mason for the following.  I hadn’t seen it yet, hopefully this is some of your first viewings as well.  I’m torn between laughing and also thinking that payback is clearly due.


It’s what you’ve been waiting for: San Francisco vehicles, cropped to a 500 x 500 pixel square.  Seriously though, it’s a cool gallery.


I don’t know how factual this is, but I do know that this is going to outrage some hard core Nirvana fans.  Also, this makes the years my younger brother spent emulating Kurt Cobain seem a lot less cool and a lot more wasted.  Maybe if I appreciated the Twilight movies and their actors more I wouldn’t be as offended.

SHE SAID: Our Song

March 12, 2010

I think I have mentioned my first boyfriend on here before.  Yes, he was real.

We held hands and spent hours talking on the phone (there was a point in time where I was not only passable, but downright awesome on the phone and apparently that is a talent that can be lost without proper practice) and right after I found out that a girl in my class had slept with someone, I totally put out and let him kiss me.  For hours.  It was toe curlingly awesome.  I was in ninth grade.

We had a song.  One, by U2.  I didn’t pick it and at the time I realized it wasn’t the cheesiest song ever (Richard Marx, you take that award) and so I agreed that it could be our song.  These were the tough decisions we were making at the time.  He was incredibly cute and wrote out all the lyrics on a one dollar bill.  Anyway ….

That was the last time I had a “song” with someone.  And while I don’t think they are incredibly lame, I do think it’s lame to squeal ohmygoditsoursong if you’re not in middle/high school, like I said, the last time I had a song with someone was in middle school. And having witnessed this recently, I got to thinking.  Liking a song, feeling like the lyrics really speak to your situation … that’s all well and good.  But it’s far more interesting how quickly the opening bars to certain songs can being you back in time to incredibly specific moments than it is to search out a song with appropriately cheese lyrics that you can hammer down as “yours”.

It’s amazing how music can define parts of our lives.  Ie: that one song you identify with high school, the summer after you graduated from college, your first dance in grade school, jumping on the mattress with your best friend in high school while you both sung at the top of your lungs (were we too old for it?  Sure.  But that didn’t stop us from doing a lot of stuff that I look back on fondly).  Steve Miller Band reminds me of mixes Daphne and I made in the early 90’s where Steve and his cohorts made up 65 – 75% of the mix, accompanied by some eye rolling on my brother’s part.  Whenever once of their songs comes on, I’m 12, sitting in the back of her mom’s impossibly cool baby blue Rabbit and headed to the beach.  Pearl Jam’s Jeremy off of Ten and Nirvana’s entire Nevermind album …. ah that was an awesome, awesome summer.  Anything by Traffic, and I’m 18, cruising in my metallic purple ’73 beetle (that was back when cars still had tape players – I have a plethora of bootlegs all on cassette … what a waste).  The winter after I graduated, I moved up to Vermont and spent the winter coaching skiing and practicing drinking.  We listened to Ja Rule almost exclusively.  I know that in a few years when I hear the Kings of Leon’s Only by the Night, I will think back to the summer of 2009.

And so, while not the finest sampling of artists, or songs, these are some of the songs that, when I hear them, make me leave the moment, be it only for a moment, and who knows why they stick in there so persistently, but I kind of love it that they do.  They are, perhaps, my songs, even though I am slightly embarrassed at the poor selection (why couldn’t I have some more legendary artists in there to keep Eddie and Kurt company?).  And while I share the memories with others, I have yet to make them commit to calling them ours.

I want to hear what music defined other people’s past…

HE SAID: Our Song

March 12, 2010

First off, I’d like to note that Nifer’s throw in line “why couldn’t I have some more legendary artists in there to keep Eddie and Kurt company?” is an effing sham.  She only wrote that after I read her draft and told her, “just an FYI, I’m going to rip you a new a-hole for claiming Pearl Jam & Nirvana aren’t legendary.”  I shouldn’t have given her the chance.  Bottom line is, to lump Eddie Vedder and Kurt Cobain in the same ‘non-legendary’ catergory as Steve Miller and Ja Rule is lamer than having a song.  Even lamer – correcting that mistake after the fact so you don’t appear to be too much of a musical loser.

Speaking of lame, you know what song defines me, this one –

There really isn’t much else to say on the matter.  90% of the people who know me somewhat well, would most likely answer the question “what song defines Jeremy?” with “Total Eclipse of the Heart.”  I don’t need to go into detail about how, or why, just accept it.  Because at the end of the day, Bonnie Tyler wrote one helluva song back in ’83.

But there are other snippets of my life I’ll allow you into:

My father, legend that he is, bought the Pearl Jam album ‘Ten’ because they had a song named after me.  Little did he know 6 years later I’d be spending over $100 on a few t-shirts at my first concert.

Eric Clapton’s ‘Wonderful Tonight’ reminds me of the first time I danced with a girl when I was 9.  Her name was Caroline, she was 12.  She gave me a peck on the cheek after the song was over…yada yada yada…I learned what the word ‘obsession’ meant that summer.  It’s all good though, we are facebook friends today!

For those with their mind in the gutter, there was no music on the first time I had sex.  And even if there was, unless it was a commercial jingle, NO WAY was the song going to finish.

I used to listen to ‘Machinehead’ by Bush before any tennis match I had during my later teenage years.  Hmm, I wonder if that had anything to do with me getting worse as time went on.

Powderfinger, Avril Lavigne and Phantom Planet bring me back to summer 2002.  Why do I mention this? Just to show Nifer that it doesn’t how ‘legendary’ an artist is, so long as they are legendary to you.

And because I struggle to end so cheesily, “Hallelujah” by Jeff Buckley brings me back to October of 2004.  The opening line of the song is, “I heard there was a secret chord, that David played and it pleased the lord…” Do I need to explain myself here? I hope not, but lets just say I played the opening moments to that song every time #34 stepped up to bat that postseason.  I like to think I am responsible for the Red Sox winning that World Series.