This podcast generally covers music and other transgressions. This episode is hosting by Dr. Rob Levy with Prof. J.M. Tuffley & Widgett Walls in attendance.
This episode’s central topic is Valentine’s Day and the music that can accompany it, or as the title says: songs of love, hate and indifference. To get there, we also discuss new releases, Glee vs. Kings of Leon, we discuss some artists we’ve recently lost, the fate of KUSF and possibly all of college radio, and Flavor Flav opens a chicken emporium.
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Let’s establish a basic fact first before we get started. First, I really am writing this with a bias. I listen to a lot of indie rock and electronica throughout the year. Any soul and hip-hop I get turned onto is by word of mouth or from loads of press reviews or recommendations from people.
To be fair, I didn’t listen to a lot of pop music in 2010. I am rectifying that in 2011 and have already heard a lot more Keisha, Nicki Minaj, etc. Although I appreciate the production and style in most cases, a lot of popular music these days is pure excrement.
In 2010 there were two pop artists that I heard everywhere: Lady Gaga and Katy Perry. I appreciate each for different reasons. With Lady Gaga it is how she delivers a complete package of slickly produced pop, fashion, video glam and controversy in her work. I think it makes her far more interesting for the average person to watch and thus sells some records. The same can be said for Katy Perry, although her sugar pop is much more broad in scope and less reliant on effects and remixing. She also has a knack for having more infectious lyrics in her songs. They must be effective in some way because the critics loved them and they sold a ton of records.
I am glad you are gone. You were an abomination, a horror and a bunion on the foot of progress.
I have been racking my brain to figure out some good things about you. The things that came to mind were Janelle Monae, Cee-Lo Green, Arcade Fire, The National, True Grit, The King’s Speech, Inception, meeting Fred Schneider, George Clinton and Kevin Spacey. Plus The Walking Dead, Sherlock, Luther and all the great Indian food I had this year. I am also lucky to have had a good radio show and done some decent work (I hope) on some podcasts.
I shouldn’t bitch too much because I have a roof over my head and have more then most people in my situation, but sadly Mr. 2010, the general consensus is that you suck!
More music picks for your Monday. If you like what you hear, use the links provided to snag it for yourself from Amazon. Doing so through us gives us kickbacks, and those help pay for stuff like additional hard drives. Because hi-def video adds up. And also so we can buy more music.
For starters, I see a lot of movies. I love them. But I love seeing them in theaters with an audience who is experiencing the same sensory adventure I am. I think that is the way the medium works best.
Sadly, I have come to view the relationship with filmmakers as almost adversarial. This is because so many dreadful films have come out in the last five years that I don’t expect much from them in terms of consistency.
Thus when I sit in the dark and wait for the film to begin I expect to be wowed or entertained. I think that it is only fair for me to assume that if someone is making a film, they are at least competent enough to tell a story that draws me in while remaining visually interesting.
As a lover of cinema, I can appreciate a well-crafted work of art as much as a kicksplat orgy of action. However I do expect a movie to not insult my intelligence. Which, in today’s film culture, is asking for the impossible.
More music picks for your Monday. If you like what you hear, use the links provided to snag it for yourself from Amazon. Doing so through us gives us kickbacks, and those help pay for stuff like gas for the furnace (because it’s bloody cold). And more music.
When The Waitresses recorded “Christmas Wrapping” in New York on a scorching August day back in 1981, they had no idea that it would become an indelible part of Christmas pop music history.
Although The Waitresses were the brainchild of Chris Butler–who incorporated his love of various musical styles, including new wave, pop and jazz, into the band’s repertoire–it was the band’s first vocalist, Patty Donahue, who got them noticed. Donahue was a presence to be reckoned with. Her Bacall-like bravado mixed well with her rapid-style brand of talking/singing. Donahue was a take-no-prisoners front woman who had no problem speaking her mind or interjecting her own emotions onto the band’s records.
Although The Waitresses were primarily active in early 1980s, they remain affectionately timeless. This is largely due in part to the skillful fusion of Butler’s lyrics, some snazzy horns, tight percussion and Donahue’s raw energy, which manifested itself almost a decade and a half ahead of the riot grrl movement.
More music picks for your Monday. If you like what you hear, use the links provided to snag it for yourself from Amazon. Doing so through us gives us kickbacks, and those help pay for stuff like powered caffeine. And more music.
Two tracks from Rob and one from me (Widge) this week. First up, we have Loretta Lynn and the most excellent title track from her second album, “You Ain’t Woman Enough (To Take My Man).” Basically, it’s same sort of posturing that happens in a lot of music…but this is a bit classier, methinks.