Monday, April 14, 2008

Monday, April 7, 2008

Wired: My Bionic Quest for Bolero

"With one listen, I was hooked. I was a 15-year-old suburban New Jersey nerd, racked with teenage lust but too timid to ask for a date. When I came across Bolero Arthur Fiedler & Boston Pops Orchestra - Ravel's Greatest Hit - The Ultimate Bolero - Boléroamong the LPs in my parents' record collection, I put it on the turntable. It hit me like a neural thunderstorm, titanic and glorious, each cycle building to a climax and waiting but a beat before launching into the next.

It took a lot to hold my interest; I was nearly deaf at the time. In 1964, my mother contracted rubella while pregnant with me. Hearing aids allowed me to understand speech well enough, but most music was lost on me. Bolero was one of the few pieces I actually enjoyed. A few years later, I bought the CD and played it so much it eventually grew pitted and scratched. It became my touchstone. Every time I tried out a new hearing aid, I'd check to see if Bolero sounded OK. If it didn't, the hearing aid went back."

Friday, March 28, 2008

Friday, March 21, 2008

Friday, March 14, 2008

Friday, March 7, 2008

One-String Willy: My Guitar Hero


Last Sunday, I went out and bought Guitar Hero III for the Wii, and now I spend all day thinking about jamming out on it. The thing is, it transports you to a different reality where you believe you actually have musical talent. I realized this as I walked home, listening to Radiohead on my iPod, and viciously playing an air guitar. This is a new behavior for me, and it was accompanied by pensive thoughts like, "I should have been in a band. I could have been great." Pitiful.

Here's a real guitar hero.

Thursday, February 28, 2008

Thursday, February 21, 2008

Thursday, February 14, 2008

Jamie Lidell - Multiply


Joli and I have been talking about the big things: money, marriage, kids (in that order). We decided a few months ago that we are going to take a very long and exotic vacation somewhere for our first wedding anniversary... and to begin trying for kids at that time. (I sweat just thinking about it.)

We were listening to this song in the car the other night, and she asked me what it means to "take a trip and multiply." I'm not certain of the meaning of it in the lyrics, but considering the frustration in this song, I think it's supposed to be a bit of a kiss-off. I kinda like it.

I said "That's what we're gonna do." She just laughed and laughed. A good laugh, I hope. A laugh that said, "Ah, isn't life wonderful!" rather than one that said, "What a ridiculous notion."

Thursday, February 7, 2008

Tuesday, January 29, 2008

Monday, January 21, 2008

Monday, January 14, 2008

Monday, January 7, 2008