Monday, February 28, 2011

Earworm: I Miss You

The power went out today. I couldn't make coffee or anything. It sucked. The entire time I was wishing that I could play video games and bake a pizza. I got to do that after an hour or so, but once my belly was full, all I wanted to do was read a book.

So that happened, and today's earworm is "I Miss You" by Klymaxx. Aww yeah, that's my power-outage jam.

Sunday, February 27, 2011

Earworm: Never Gonna Give You Up

The other day at work, someone was singing the line "I just want to tell you how I'm feeling" and I actually couldn't place it. Google came to the rescue as I promptly Rickrolled myself.

Once upon a time, I did have hair, I swear. I took great pride in my pompadour, which looked like a cross between Rick Astley in the "Never Gonna Give You Up" video and Zac Morris from Saved by the Bell. Someday I'll be able to afford some again, but until then, the chrome dome will do. Stupid male-pattern baldness.

Saturday, February 26, 2011

Earworm: Transatlanticism

My melancholy continues today. That's cool, since at least it gives me something to write about.

I'm not one to usually laugh at others' misfortune, but...oh, screw it. I enjoy seeing someone getting hit in the nuts by a little kid with a baseball bat as much as the next guy. It's just the American way. That's why I found myself mildly amused when I saw Death Cab for Cutie in Asheville when they were touring in support of the Transatlanticism album. I can mostly take or leave them., but that title track is one for the ages.

I digress though. I'm pretty sure the Orange Peel was still a relatively new venue at the time, and for some reason the band took to the stage while wearing nothing but socks. Ben Gibbard kept yelling about how it was incredibly unprofessional for the club to have waxed the floor prior to the show. He then progressed to slipping and sliding all over the stage, constantly losing his balance. Then somebody got shocked by what they said was an ungrounded microphone, but I'm pretty sure it was just static electricity from not wearing a good set of shoes while playing. Lame.

Friday, February 25, 2011

Earworm: Your Legs Grow

I'm in a funk. No clue why, but I am. At least I actually have music running through my head today, and it's a doozy. God, how I love Nada Surf. How they went from being an eMpTyV buzz-bin band to one of my favorite indie groups is beyond me. Where "Popular" was, at one time, the only song by them I liked, it has become my least favorite of their wonderful back catalog.

Oh, today's earworm is "Your Legs Grow" from Nada Surf's The Weight is a Gift. Another song from that album will definitely be an earworm in the future, but I'm either going to have to be really happy or really pissed off to write about it. Until then, enjoy one of my favorite songs.

Thursday, February 24, 2011

Earworm: The Song That Never Ends

I can't think of a single song today. There is too much going on, so it's all in one ear and out the other. I try to focus on music and all I can think of is "The Song That Never Ends." I remember it from the closing credits of Lambchop's Playalong, which was the only thing on television when I was occasionally home sick from school.

My wife thinks its weird that I don't know many summer-camp songs. That's because I didn't go to summer camp very often, I tell her. She tells me that I missed out. I think I'm a little too old for it now.

Wednesday, February 23, 2011

Earworm: Sesame's Treet

When I was 15 it was a very good year. I started high school and went to my very first (and only) bonfire. I'm not sure why that has stuck with me over all these years, but I vividly remember being obsessed with "Sesame's Treet" by Smart E's after hearing it on the radio that night.

High school was a miserable time though. I have never been less happy. Will someone tell me why I tune into Glee every week then?

Tuesday, February 22, 2011

Earworm: The Scientist

Sometimes I really don't understand popular music. I don't see anything wrong with Coldplay really, it's just that they got big too quickly. I remember when they first came out and were described as a poor-man's Radiohead. I loved that album, and its followup, A Rush of Blood to the Head. I wore "The Scientist" out to the point where I'm pretty good if I never hear it again. I find it kind of sad when I am responsible for ruining one of my own favorite songs.

Scratch that. I have now listened to the song for the first time in at least five years. It gave me chills.
The next two albums didn't do it for me. They went from a poor-man's Radiohead to a college student's U2. Suddenly I couldn't escape, and everything sounded like whining, poppy explosions.
I don't know where this is going, but suddenly I feel like listening to Tears for Fears. That's the end of my story.

Monday, February 21, 2011

Earworm: Heartbeats

Today shall be a study in how my train of thought works. Yesterday the Mrs. and I were driving around, listening to "Punching in a Dream" by the Naked and Famous. They make great driving music, if you haven't heard them. We both agree that it's what we had hoped MGMT's second album had sounded like.

Continuing on, I suddenly got it in my head that the vocals sound an awful lot like another band that I love, but I couldn't put my finger on who it was. It's times like this that drive my wife nuts, since I will then take the opportunity to play a song over and over on repeat until I can figure it out. This usually only takes one or two repetitions, but sometimes can last for days. Luckily, this one fell somewhere in the middle.

So we started with "Punching in a Dream."



That went on for several more play throughs, until suddenly I shouted out, "You know, the lady in the black bird mask!" while making a beak-like gesture with my hand. My wife had no idea what I was talking about, but then proceeded to post what I had said as her Facebook status.

After several more minutes of not being able to place it, I remembered that it was a cover of a song that was originally by a singer with a Spanish name. My mind kept making me shout out "Alejandro! Alejandro! Alejandro Escovedo!" like some sort of bizarre, musically-inclined form of tourette's syndrome. I don't think that one warranted a Facebook post though.

Finally, after forcing my mind to start its association game, it clicked. Superballs! The original version was used in that Sony Bravia Superball commercial!



My brain was partially right. The name was Spanish, but I remembered that it was by Jorge Garcia. Then my brain proceeded to punch itself, since Jorge Garcia played Hurley on Lost. José González. That's the name.

One quick iTunes search later (I had moved onto playing other songs by this point) and I was reminded that the song is called "Heartbeats," and the version that I love is by the Knife, a Swedish band that sounds like they're straight out of my gothy-club days.



Oh, and to tie everything together, ladies and gentlemen, bird masks:







Sunday, February 20, 2011

Earworm: Being with You

The Mrs. was working her ass off, trying to influence today's earworm by singing "Don't Go Breaking My Heart" by Elton John and Kiki Dee. It didn't work. Every time the melody would start in my head, it would change to "Being with You" by Smokey Robinson. That's cool though, as it gives me more than a few sentences to write today, and the earworm gods must be appeased.

Sometimes the comments under YouTube videos are worth the price of admission alone. The top-rated comment under the "Being with You" video? "When Smokey sings the woman drop there panties, Smokey just keep singin and singin." That's poetry, right there.

Saturday, February 19, 2011

Earworm: I Don't Want to Wait

Dammit, so apparently Fringe's numbers on Friday nights suck, and that sucks for fans of good science fiction. While I like feeling like I'm in on a secret that few others share, it's not the same with television as it is with a band or album. An album always exists, but a television show has a limited lifespan as it is.

That brings me to today's earworm. Apparently Joshua Jackson hung out across the street from last year's Comic Con, playing "I Don't Want to Wait" by Paula Cole on a boom box and handing out Dawson's Creek fan-fiction that he had written. That just screams awesome. Joshua Jackson quickly became my new hero when I first heard about Pacey Con. Somebody save Fringe, please.

Friday, February 18, 2011

Earworm: Hot in Herre

Is there any call-and-response song that is quite as awkward as Nelly's "Hot in Herre?" I can't think of one.

Call: "It's getting hot in here so take off all your clothes."

Response: "I am getting so hot, I'm going to take my clothes off."

It's like a robot's idea of sexiness. Cold, metallic sexiness. Or an attempt at a poorly-translated exchange in Spanish 101.

Thursday, February 17, 2011

Earworm: Bring the Noise

Public Enemy! Anthrax! I'm really not sure which version of "Bring the Noise" I prefer, since they're both so different from one another. Normally I don't care for rap-rock, but it really doesn't get better than this.

Wow, everyone looks so young in the video, yet somehow look exactly the same aside from Scott Ian's beard. Gotta love it.

Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Earworm: Wiggle It

I haven't heard "Wiggle It" by 2 in a Room in a very, very long time. In fact, I don't think that I have ever heard the entire song start to finish. That's okay. My incomplete knowledge of the song mirrors the partial discography listed on their Wikipedia entry. Research trolls don't seem to have much to say about 2 in a Room, and neither do I. I wasn't even sure if it was a real song or something with which my imagination decided to assault my aural recesses. What I am pretty sure of is that no one has ever written the preceding sentence prior to this blog entry.

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Earworm: Popples

What the what? A few odd theme songs have been floating around my head today, alternating between Gumby and My Little Pony. Oddly, the one that seems to be settling into place is from Popples. I don't get it

I had the little green one for a little bit, but it quickly became a dog toy after watching a few episodes of the cartoon on Sunday mornings. That is some valuable-childhood time that I will never get back.

Monday, February 14, 2011

Earworm: Pony

Just in time for Valentine's Day, it's one of the absolutely most romantic songs ever recorded. It also happens to be one of my favorite songs of all time. There is no subtlety to Ginuwine's "Pony." After all, he's just a bachelor looking for a partner. Why would he need to put on kid gloves at all?

Wow, this is the first time that I have ever seen the video for "Pony," and Ginuwine is certainly great at bringing two opposing sides together. Nelly and Tim McGraw must have watched this video dozens of times before coming up with "Over and Over."

The video does answer one question that has always weighed heavy on my mind. I could never quite figure out what the metaphorical pony was supposed to be in the song. Was he using the word to describe his partner? As in "Ride it, my pony?" That didn't sit quite right. The video puts all theories to rest, however when Ginuwine points directly to his crotch during the first chorus. It's actually "Ride it; my pony." That answers it. He calls his penis a pony, and I suppose that's a perfectly acceptable nickname for a gentleman's trouser trout.

Oh, and is that Cee-Lo Green at 00:11? I think it just might be.

Sunday, February 13, 2011

Earworm: No Diggity

Do I like the way Blackstreet works it? No diggity, no doubt.

Is the "diggity" synonymous for "doubt" though? I'm not sure, but there isn't really anything that I can go to for comparison.

Did the album mix have the Dr. Dre rap at the beginning? I seem to remember the masses bitching and moaning that the version that I had was different from the one that they wanted to hear.

Saturday, February 12, 2011

Earworm: A Hard Day's Night

Not really a fan of the Beatles, but I'm hard pressed to pick out an earworm for today. I'm looking at the vinyl hanging on my wall, and the soundtrack for A Hard Day's Night is in the upper-left corner. The title track'll do.

I hate having to force myself to write these things day in and day out, even if it is only a sentence or two. I need a muse.

Friday, February 11, 2011

Earworm: Ain't No Rest for the Wicked

Today isn't a guestworm, no matter how much my head is hurting. I must push on.

Okay, so right around the new year the Mrs. surprised me with a shiny new Xbox. I'm thrilled. Jumping up and down in lieu of a controller is tons of fun, and will hopefully help me shed the pounds to get back to my fighting weight. In addition to the Kinect games, however, I decided to give a game called Borderlands a shot. Normally I don't do well with first-person shooters. I get really dizzy and can't aim for shit. There is something different about this one though, and I'm actually enjoying the genre for once.

This is where today's earworm, "Ain't No Rest for the Wicked" by Cage the Elephant comes into play. I wasn't impressed with the song when it came out last year, and even less with the album, but loading up Borderlands when I'm not quite ready to play forces me to listen to the song several times to the point where my defenses have been worn down. I actually like it now. It perfectly suits the post-apocalyptic gameplay, even if it doesn't appear to play in the context of the game at all outside of the opening sequence.

Thursday, February 10, 2011

Earworm: Sky's the Limit

Every now and again I get on a hip-hop kick. I'm not really on one right now, but I was watching an episode of Castle last night that had a scene set in a recording studio, and that reminded me of the single-greatest lyric ever set to word. It's from "Sky's the Limit," a freestyle in which Lil Wayne rapped over a Mike Jones beat.

Don't believe me? Check out the Gremlins reference at 1:03. Your life will never be the same.

Wednesday, February 9, 2011

Earworm: Drops of Jupiter

I don't understand the appeal of Train. They're pleasant enough, but there are plenty of bands out there that sound exactly the same without inane lyrics. Take "Hey Soul Sister," their big hit from last year. The reference to the lead singer's untrimmed chest is enough to make me want to burn my memory recepticles away forever.

That's nothing compared to what in my mind is their most inexcusable affront on songwriting. What is with line about a shooting star without a permanent scar in "Drops of Jupiter?" The mysteries of the universe will never unfold for me.

Tuesday, February 8, 2011

Earworm: Bills, Bills, Bills

Okay, so Glee. I'm very open about my love for the show, as well as generally hating the music. The performances aren't ever bad, its just that I don't care for many of the songs to begin with, and I'm good if I never hear them again.

The performance of Destiny's Child's "Bills, Bills, Bills" that was featured in the episode following the Super Bowl? Pure brilliance. I had completely forgotten about the song, and it not only breathed new life into it but also made me want to go back and watch it again.

Actually, the whole episode was pretty great. I thought I hated "Need You Now" by Lady Antebellum until it was featured on the show. I was okay with it. The mash-up of "Heads will Roll" and "Thriller" was okay, and didn't tarnish my respect for the Yeah Yeah Yeahs or Michael Jackson at all. I'm cool with that.

Monday, February 7, 2011

Earworm: Spoonman

I don't understand. I didn't change my cat's food, but her litter box smells awful. Part of that is her refusal to cover her deposits, which is good since it has gotten me to be more vigilant about scooping out her box, but for the love of everything good in the world, what is going on, kitty?

I have no clue why, but that paragraph got me thinking about "Spoonman" by Soundgarden. It's no secret that I'm not a big fan of anything that came from or has been inspired directly by the grunge era (I blame you, Alice in Chains, for everything wrong with modern rock music), but Soundgarden certainly rises above the majority of it. There is no reason why my mind should associate "Spoonman" with kitty litter. None whatsoever.

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Earworm: The Perfect Drug

My blood wants to say hello to you!

Last night I was walking by a jazz bar, when a familiar bass line made its way to my ears. It took several more minutes to place it, but suddenly it dawned on me: Whatever was playing shared the same basic makeup as "The Perfect Drug" by Nine Inch Nails.

God, do I miss 1997. The Lost Highway soundtrack and David Bowie's Earthling album rarely left my CD player. 1997 was a great year for my musical formation.

Saturday, February 5, 2011

Earworm: Lonesome Johnny Blues

I'm up early today. Putting in some overtime before my well-deserved weekend. Something exciting needs to happen at some point over the next couple of days.

It's weird. I don't care for much country music, but give me some twangy alt-rock and I'm a happy, happy man. Case in point, my favorite song on Cracker's Kerosene Hat album is "Lonesome Johnny Blues." I've been rocking the Virgin Records greatest-hits compilation that they make no money from for the past few days. I don't feel bad though, since I also bought the rerecorded version that came out at the same time.

Friday, February 4, 2011

Earworm: I'm Not Scared

I can't find a clip of today's earworm. Years ago someone gave me couple of VeggieTales toys. One was a tomato that would turn the other cheek by saying "God thinks you're special and he loves you very much!" whenever he was thrown on the floor. I'm not the intended audience, but something about that makes me smile.

The other toy was a stalk of asparagus in a night cap that said "I'm not scared!" and then sang a little song. It was cute, and its eyes glowed like the Glo-Worms of yesteryear. What was scary was that as the batteries ran out, the end of the song became warped, sounding like some sort of undead monster waiting to pull a little kid under the bed.

I can't find the toy right now, but if I could it would be all over today's blog. I will never forget its song of hope and dismay. The message comes from good intentions.

Thursday, February 3, 2011

Earworm: Green Jellö Theme Song

Ah, the '90s. Was there any time that involved me going to the Mall of America and waiting in line to ride the Camp Snoopy rollercoaster? No, no there wasn't. I browsed a lot at the Sam Goody there back then, but only remember buying one single CD. That was Cereal Killer Soundtrack by Green Jellö. I remember being disappointed that more of the songs weren't like "Three Little Pigs." I'm listening to the album for the first time in 15 years though, and am surprised by how well it has held up. Right now I have "Green Jellö Theme Song" stuck in my head. Huh. I wouldn't have picked that one.

The copy of the album that I owned was actually under the Green Jellö name, not the later reissue that was changed to Green Jellÿ due to copyright issues. My street cred stays intact.



Wednesday, February 2, 2011

Earworm: Consider Yourself

I don't think that I have ever seen Oliver!, yet that doesn't keep me from knowing "Consider Yourself." One of my earliest memories was of singing it when I was part of the Metropolitan Boys' Choir as a very, very small child.

I was about to add Oliver! to my Netflix queue, but it's available for instant viewing. Coolsville.

Tuesday, February 1, 2011

Earworm: Devil Inside

One of the first bands that I got into at the beginning of my sixth-grade year was INXS. I loved the singles from Kick that I had heard on the radio over the summer but didn't know who the band was until school started. "Devil Inside" was my favorite.

I remember the very first day of school. A kid was wearing an shirt that had the album-cover logo on it, and it was the first time that I had seen the band's name in writing. I thought it was pronounced "Inks" for several weeks after that.

I'm going back and listening to the entire Kick album in its entirety right now. This is one of the best albums ever made. I wish Michael Hutchence was still around.