Monday, January 31, 2011

Earworm: Thundercats

How did it take this long? I went through childhood watching lots of cartoons, but two stick out in my mind more than anything else. He-Man and the Masters of the Universe, which I'm sure will be covered in a novella-length post sometime in the future, and Thundercats. In an effort to make me play outside, I was allowed one half hour after school to watch television. I chose wisely, filling my 30 minutes with the adventures of Lion-O and his posse. The show hasn't aged well, with stilted lines like, "Oh no, the bridge, it is, co-laps-ing!" That was paraphrased from the first episode that I caught during my first year of college, when Thundercats had made its way onto Cartoon Network's Toonami block.

I remember being surprised at the time of catching that first episode and recognizing the voice of Panthro as Earle Hyman, who played one of several grandfathers on The Cosby Show. It's the first time that I remember putting a face with a cartoon voice, and it sparked my interest in doing voiceover work.

There's a remake in the works, and I am really looking forward to it. The 2002 remake of Masters of the Universe was pure awesome, so I figure that an anime-styled update to Thundercats must be better than the god-awful Transformers Animated series from a couple years ago. I couldn't even make it through the series premiere of that one, but I have high hopes this time around.

None of this got the Thundercats theme song stuck in my head though. That was finding out that James Lipton of Inside the Actors' Studio wrote the theme song. I had no idea, and my world has been officially rocked.

I don't think that I have written "Thundercats" in italics enough in today's post. Thundercats, Thudercats, Thundercats...ho.

Sunday, January 30, 2011

Earworm: Another Winter

My video-gaming continues, this time with the Scott Pilgrim vs. the World game. It's awesome, as is the soundtrack by Anamanaguchi. I finished the game today, with the help of Steffo from My Parents' Favorite Music. "Another Winter" from the game soundtrack will never leave my head again.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

Earworm: Rump Shaker

 Let me see you shake your rump like a rump-shaker."
Has finer poetry ever been written? I think not.

Friday, January 28, 2011

Earworm: Get Out of My House

I love a lot of ska. Nothing is better in small doses. Tell that to myself 15 years ago and I would have laughed at you. Not because I didn't like ska back then, but at the small doses thing. Back then my life's radio station's tagline would have been Geoff FM: ALL SKA, ALL THE TIME.

I was thinking that today's earworm was going to be a hard one to find. Hell, I was even willing to risk copyright infringement, as I'm pretty sure that no one has ever heard this song. Fair public use, right? But no, MySpace came through in a pinch. Mr. Cranky has a MySpace page! I don't have the time to search further, but I will happily post a link to the song from his page.

Mr. Cranky's "Get Out of My House" is today's earworm. I hope he enjoys the publicity.

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Earworm: Ode to Joy

I enjoy video games, but I'm not much of a gamer. I rarely finish games, instead moving on to something new shortly after picking up a game. Instead of constantly buying new things though, I'm making an effort to finish what I've started. I'm pretty sure that I currently have more games than I could ever finish in a lifetime.

I recently made a small dent in my library, however, finishing Peggle all the way through the credits. I know there's more to do, but it's a milestone in my book.

Upon completing a level, Beethoven's "Ode to Joy" plays briefly. I've heard it a several times ofer the last week or so, which makes me think of it each time I accomplish something in real life. Writing yesterday's "Mr. Bucket" entry? Yeah, that totally concluded with "Ode to Joy."

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Earworm: Mr. Bucket

For better or for worse, I'm back! And I'm easily entertained. The most innocent things are usually pretty creepy, and creepiness is next to godliness. "Mr. Bucket," a fantastic toy from the 1990s that I have never actually seen outside of commercial form is creepy beyond belief. From putting your balls in his top to popping said balls out of his mouth, there is nothing remotely acceptable about that for anyone with even the slightest twisted sense of humor.

Last year James Rolfe, the Angry Video Game Nerd posted a video in which Mr. Bucket was coming for his soul. No one could have done it better.

Friday, January 21, 2011

Earworm: Best Friends

No real songs today. The Mrs. won't give me the laptop and I don't feel like writing much on my phone. Autocorrect requires way too much supervision.

So...the "Best Friends" song from South Park. Love it. Earworm done.

Thursday, January 20, 2011

Earworm: I'm Every Woman

Musak at work seems to be responsible for earworms more than any other source. That makes sense, since all I've been listening to outside of work is Girl Talk and Rise Against. That said, today's earworm is Whitney Houston's cover of "I'm Every Woman." I don't like Whitney Houston. Her voice was good, but the generic R&B that comes out of her leaves a lot to be desired.

I do like when she exclaims "Chaka Khan. Chaka Khan!" toward the end of the song though. It doesn't come across as a shout-out, nor is it a statement or even an opinion. Whitney Houston is commanding us to "Chaka Khan," whatever that means. I think that's what caused her downward spiral over the past 20 years. No one understood that she was trying to tell us to do something, and she couldn't reveal her secret without us knowing what she was talking about. The mysteries of the universe will forever be locked away. Not even Bobby Brown knows the truth.

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

Earworm: Slice

I keep thinking that I really, really hate Five for Fighting. You couldn't escape from that "Superman" song after 9/11, and during that time John Ondrasik's voice had me wanting to fill my ears with rubber cement. Only hearing things as if I were perpetually underwater would have been better than those few years.
I have been hearing "Slice" by Five for Fighting lately, and while I don't like it, I'm not having extremely negative reactions to it like I would have even five years ago. I would say that I'm growing up, but that's just plain silly.

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Earworm: Am I Wrong

I love the Psychedelic Furs, but as far as I'm concerned, Richard Butler's side project Love Spit Love only made two good songs. Those were their cover of the Smiths' "How Soon Is Now" and the absolutely fantastic "Am I Wrong." Much of 1994 was underscored by track seven of the debut album on an endless loop. I'm pretty sure that my parents hated that song by the end of the year, but my Britpop-obsessed, new-romantic self ate up every second. Later, after I got rid of the CD, the Angus soundtrack took its place. Its alt-rock samplings were much better suited to my tastes at the time, and it closed with "Am I Wrong." As I used to like Green Day, and

I wonder if I would enjoy the rest of their stuff more now. I might have to give them another go.

Wait, Brand New covered it in 2002? How have I never heard their version?

Monday, January 17, 2011

Earworm: Cry Little Sister

I am currently watching the third Lost Boys movie. I have the lowest of expectations, given the quality of the second one, which was a straight-to-video trainwreck. This one features both of the Frog brothers, however, so maybe it won't be so bad.

Okay, so I also went into it expecting "Cry Little Sister" to get stuck in my head on the spot, and that didn't fail, but I forgot about the absolutely horrible cover version recorded for the first sequel by Aiden. It came on about 30 minutes into this sequel too. I think I enjoyed Aiden at one point aside from that, but their brand of emo band were a dime a dozen in the first half of the post-millennial decade. I can't remember any other of their songs.

The original version by Gerard McMann is a classic, but I've gotten really sick of it in the past couple of decades. Countless lame, gothy bands have covered it over the years. McMann himself rerecorded it under the name G Tom Mac, but even it paled in comparison to the original.

Okay, now I'm halfway through the second sequel, and so far it's far better than its predecessor. That's not saying much, but I'll take what I can get. I'm totally sick of vampires anyway.

Sunday, January 16, 2011

Earworm: The Look of Love

ABC is always in the back of my mind. I may forget about them from time to time, but it doesn't take much to bring them right back to the forefront, and then I go through a phase of listening to nothing but their greatest-hits album for a week. They're one of those bands that everyone knows, but no one seems to know much about. That's unfortunate, as nearly every one of their singles is a classic. "The Look of Love" is what plays in my head when I'm at a bar and the music is terrible. It's so good that I can use it to keep the bad stuff at bay.

Saturday, January 15, 2011

Earworm: Pretty Boy Swag

It's too soon for another Soulja Boy song, but I really can't get "Pretty Boy Swag" out of my head. I can blame it on Girl Talk, since the opening verse is all I knew of the song due to his new album. That just isn't right. It's a terrible song. Why did Girl Talk make me go out and find the original song? There are just some things that you can't unhear. I'm going to end up liking this song. That doesn't make me happy.

Anyway, I'm still burned out on the earworm thing right now. Hopefully some good storytelling motivation will come my way soon. Until then, I'll probably be talking about bad rap songs for quite a while.

Friday, January 14, 2011

Earworm: I Don't Give a Fuck

Today is one of those days when I just don't feel like writing an earworm, but I must soldier on.

You know what's a good song? "I Don't Give a Fuck" by Peaches. The Joan Jett sample is brought to new heights. I say that completely unironically. I really love this song.

Also: Now I can't decide if "earworm" should be capitalized or not. I know what I said before. I don't give a fuck.

Shit, fuck. That's my jam.

Amazon apparently doesn't sell "I Don't Give a Fuck" with the rest of the Fatherfucker album. That's a shame.

Thursday, January 13, 2011

Earworm: Low

Shorty had them Apple-Bottom jeans, boots with the fur...
I like the song "Low" by Flo Rida and T-Pain, but you know, I guess I just don't go out clubbing often. It's just not my scene. I don't understand the appeal of UGGs either. Yesterday I saw my very first pair of Apple-Bottom jeans though, and damn.

Wednesday, January 12, 2011

Earworm: Irish Blood, English Heart

I was feeling pretty lousy yesterday, first being trapped in my own house to to a broken spring on my garage door, then with a splitting headache. How that turned into having "Irish Blood, English Heart" by Morrissey is beyond me.

A few years ago I got to see Morrissey live in concert at the Tennessee theatre. The show was a lot of fun, as my then-boss procured fan-clip tickets in the orchestra pit. We were ridiculously close to the stage, to the point where I was often hit with sweat...and he ripped off his shirt several times over the course of the evening. The best part? Watching my boss fight a scrawny, bald guy who looked like a cross between Michael Stipe and Moby for a piece of rock-and-roll memorabilia. My boss won that battle, but Moz won the war.

Tuesday, January 11, 2011

Earworm: Poker Face

I'm out of breath. The Mrs. surprised me with a Kinect, so I've been trying out some motion-based games. Dance Central is really fun so far, but I have only danced to "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga so far. On easy. I'm really good at stepping from side to side and clapping, and the game tells me that my fist-pumping skills will win me any dance-off. Prepare to be served.

Monday, January 10, 2011

Earworm: Only Girl (In the World)

For those uninitiated, an earworm is a song that bores its way into your skull and doesn't let go. Rihanna's "Only Girl (In the World)" is the worst kind. I hated it initially, but it crept into my head. I don't commonly listen to the radio, so it crept up on me when I was vulnerable. I like it now. It's a scary song.

Sunday, January 9, 2011

Earworm: Carry on Wayward Son

I have been a fan since the first Ghostfacers episode, but my wife recently started watching Supernatural with me. We started at the very beginning, and are about a third of the way through the first season. She seems to be enjoying it so far. This pleases me to no end.

"Carry on Wayward Son" by Kansas is the unofficial theme song for the show, catching viewers up right before the start of a new season. I love that song.

The early episodes are a little hokey, especially with the necessary explanations of monsters and weapons to the audience by one character over-explaining it to another. This happens a lot with just about every exchange between Sam and Dean. It's a necessary evil, and one that I can't quite get past.

If you haven't watched the show before, give it a shot. Nearly any episode in season one is a good place to start, at least until the last five or so episodes. It's definitely more than just Buffy the Vampire Slayer meets The Hardy Boys, although I'm pretty sure that's why she's enjoying it. Her celebrity crush on Jensen Ackles probably doesn't hurt that either.

Saturday, January 8, 2011

Earworm: Birdhouse in Your Soul

Have I really not written about They Might Be Giants before? I know I mentioned them a few days ago, but looking back shows me that I have only written about Mono Puff. That will be rectified: Now.
I love They Might Be Giants. They are one of the first bands that I got into when I first started listening to real music oh so many years ago, and were the perfect gateway between levels of adolescence. The 1990 album Flood was the first one that I had when it was brand new (Miscelaneous T doesn't count), and was one cassette that I knew forwards and back. I'm pretty sure that I went through at least three copies before getting a copy on CD.
When I think about strong album openers, "Theme from Flood" and "Birdhouse in Your Soul" rank at the top of the list. I absolutely freaked out when it was performed in the first season of Pushing Daisies a couple years ago. My wife can attest to that. I don't know if she knew the song going into it, but I'm pretty sure she will forever associate it with me singing along at the top of my lungs.
It has been far too long since the last time, but I have seen They Might Be Giants more times in concert than any other band. Their live show is amazing. The last time was about five years ago, and was enough to make me feel like I was 12 years old again. That's a good thing.

Friday, January 7, 2011

Earworm: Animal

I was totally going to talk about "Bad Romance" by Lady Gaga as the best song of 2010, but I've written about it before and it came out in 2009. Check and mate. This wasn't working well, since it wouldn't stop running through my head. I don't force the Earworm. It just happens. Luckily, "Animal" by Neon Trees started running through my head. I know I have the album, but can't think of a single son on the rest of it. "Animal" is that good of a single. Like the best songs, it still feels like it's my little secret, even with its Platinum-sales status. It's a great, great song.

I hadn't seen the band live until they performed "Animal" on Conan in the first few weeks of his new show. The lead singer was ridiculously douchey to the point of becoming charming. He's like the Anti-Hipster, and also looks an awful lot like my old roommate. I can dig it.

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Earworm: If You Want It

Today's Earworm is all about disappointment. I wrote about OMD once before, when I had one of their best songs running through my head. That led to minimal research and the discovery that a new album was coming out. I really looked forward to it.
Flash forward a few months and I'm not even sure that I have made it through the whole album. Aside from the lead single, "If You Want It," the rest of the album was a major letdown. I expected it to be the same as the classic stuff, but there was nothing remotely interesting about it at all.

Still, "If You Want It" is a really, really good single. It was enough to get me intersted again, and ranks up there with their best songs.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Earworm: The Sounds of Science

I'm sitting here, trying to get anything but "It's Slinky" running through my head. It's either that or nothing. Just silence. Silence. Hey, silence. The sound of silence. "The Sounds of Science." The Beastie Boys. Yeah, that one will work.

I saw the Beastie Boys years ago at the Target Center during the Hello Nasty tour with A Tribe Called Quest. That was a terrible venue for the concert. Nothing sounded good at all. I then rode my bike(!) home and across town and ran to the record store for the midnight release of They Might Be Giants' live album. I have no idea how I remember that. I was in my early-mid 20s and biked all over Minneapolis. Knoxville needs more accessible bike paths, or I just need to move to a city that is a little more green.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

Earworm: It's Slinky

What walks down stairs, alone or in pairs? Today's Earworm. I broke every Slinky that I ever owned making "transport tubes" down the basement stairs for my Star Wars figures. It worked best for Chewbacca. That dude was ridiculously streamlined.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Earworm: Wig in a Box

Yesterday was a recovery day after a weekend of people staying at the house, parties and everyone running themselves ragged. My wife put on The Sound of Music, and I sat through the whole thing. All three hours of it. This is a movie that I thought that I hated, but it turned out that I quite enjoyed it. It's charming.

After the three hours were up, somehow I talked my wife into watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch. It was only fair that her favorite musical be followed up by my favorite 90-minute one. I think it was my tenth time seeing the classic story of love and loss. If you haven't seen it, I doubt that your local Red Box has it in stock. Go get yourself a Netflix trial, rent it, then sit back and settle in for the evening. Your life will be forever changed.

Without a doubt, the highlight of the entire show for me is "Wig in a Box." It's a roller-coaster ride from start to finish, and everything that a musical number should be. Maybe I'll get skinny this year and put on my own community-theatre version. That'll show all ya'll.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Earworm: Block Rockin' Beats

I haven't written about my DJ days in a while. It's the new year though, and old habits die hard.

So...yeah. There were the songs that everyone wanted to hear, and then there were the songs that I wanted to play. The two rarely met, and "Block Rockin' Beats" by the Chemical Brothers was no exception to the rule.
That's really a shame, because it's a damn fine song. Okay, okay, so I kind of lied earlier this week. Not about the fact that I can't dance, because I can't. Equilibrium of a drunk flamingo, right here. No, I lied about the fact that I don't dance at all. I mean, I don't now. I did back then though. A lot, and like an absolute fool to songs like "Block Rockin' Beats" with absolutely no qualms about my self image. Remember the passion of that Star Wars kid from a few years back? That totally would have been me but with gothy dance music if flip cameras had been around at the turn of the century.

I'm sorry, I've said too much. Don't expect any replicating evidence. My dancing days are through.

Saturday, January 1, 2011

Earworm: What are You Doing New Year's Eve

Well, another year has come and gone. Not for the Earworm though; it keeps humming along. Aside from the resolution to eat better and be a better person, I'm going to make an effort to make "Earworm" a proper noun. It's capitalized from now on.
While Christmas has more than its fair share of music, New Year's gets far less glory. There's "Auld Lang Syne," of course, but the only other song that I can think of to celebrate the holiday is "What are You Doing New Year's Eve." My favorite version is the one by Rufus Wainwright, which I'm pretty sure comes from a Gap commercial that aired in the late 1990s. His voice is fantastic, like molasses dripping off of a hot comb straight out of the oven.
How the hell did that analogy pop into my head? I have no idea what that even means.
That reminds me, I've been meaning to check out the album by Rufus's sister Martha. I like their dad's stuff, but never got around to hearing the non-male member of the family's music. There's another resolution for you.