tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-233189242024-02-20T18:50:37.902-08:00Live Active Culturea pop-/unpop-culture blog with all the creamy goodness of yogurtthe proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.comBlogger131125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-72737216730760315602021-06-15T16:14:00.017-07:002021-06-18T22:14:40.210-07:00The OTHER pandemic: Autotune (Another installment in the "OK Boomer" Series!)<b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;">YES! JUST THE SORT</span></b> of up-to-the-minute news and commentary you've come to expect from Live Active Culture!<div><br /></div><div>But first, lest you think this is is the first time I have impotently waved my fist and cursed the sonic plague of Autotune (or, generically, digital pitch correction) here, I'll have you know I wrote <a href="https://liveactiveculture.blogspot.com/2008/09/top-10-worst-pop-music-trends-of-last.html"> this</a> back in 08.
<p> Now. Here's what I was thinking about the now-unavoidable vocal effect back in late 1999 or early 2000. </p><div><div class="MsoNormal"> I jotted it down while I was working as an intern at the Chicago Reader, intending to email it to music editor <a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/peter-margasak/Profile?oid=1114166">Peter Margasak</a>. I'm not sure whether it was a tip for him, or a pitch to write the article myself. Anyway, I forgot to actually send it. I probably should reread my journals more often.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;"><b>Margasak</b> – Maybe do something on the use of AutoTune, which
seems rampant now. It was obvious, and intentionally so, on Cher’s “<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Uu3kCEEc98">Do You Believe</a>” but less subtle on
J-Lo’s “<a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_66jPJVS4JE">Waiting For Tonight</a>” – I was left wondering what was that metallic,
too-crisp sheen on her voice. The Nashville folks producing artists like <a href="https://www.blogger.com/"><span id="goog_1359580573"></span>Faith Hill<span id="goog_1359580574"></span></a> seem to have gone nuts with it. I wondered how <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YNmHxuPXP1M">Mary J. Blige</a> got those nearly
instantaneous synthesizer-like pitch changes, without a trace of a slur between
notes. Metallica seems to have used it too. Why do singers no longer wish to
sing? We’re not listening to human beings any more: we’re listening to
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This is especially jarring when paired with a video, such as Metallica's, where they simulate a live show. </p><p>My intended note to Margasak continued:<br /></p><blockquote class="tr_bq"><span style="font-family: Courier New, Courier, monospace;">They can rationalize this by saying most pop singers today already use a boatload of digital processing – what’s one more effect when singers’ voices are already buried under synthetic room reverbs, slapback echos and choruses (which in themselves already help to hide some pitch inconsistencies)?...</span></blockquote><p>Well, as a singer myself, I <i>also </i>have a problem with the gratuitous, excessive use of other effects -- especially to mask lack of skill or beef up an otherwise unremarkable voice. </p><p>Still, Autotune is on a different level. More than any other popular effect, it inserts an eerie un-humanness. </p><p>Unlike the spatial effects, such as reverbs and echoes (which aim to change the sound and character of the "room" around the singer), and to a greater extent than previous pitch effects such as choruses and harmonizers, Autotune alters the very character of the voice. It's not just an echo or a little extra gloss -- it changes the very timbre and tone. That's in addition to its flattening of the natural pitch variations that make us sound real.</p><p><span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace;">Even with all those fake environments -– even
if the singer had to do 20 takes to get it right -- at least we knew that when we listened to a
record, the notes were real: we still had one thing that we knew the singer was
actually doing. Now, we don't even have that to hang onto. </span></p><p>Also, consider another huge difference between today's digital solution to vocal mistakes (Autotune) and yesterday's analog solution (doing it over until it was right). One of those solutions is also known as <i>practice</i> -- it <i>actually makes you a better singer. </i>The other doesn't. </p><p> <br /></p><p><b><span face="Verdana, sans-serif" style="font-size: x-small;">WHAT REMINDED ME </span></b>to finally post this entry I wrote 2, 3 or 4 years ago, about a note I jotted over 20 years ago? </p><p>This video posted today by Rick Beato. Watch it. Beato is a prophet to today's lost musical generation. </p><p>
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<p></p></div><p></p></div>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-26735853569375554472015-06-08T20:15:00.001-07:002015-06-08T20:15:44.559-07:00I love black peopleUNLIKE MANY WHITE folks, who practically break out the beachwear as soon as the temperature climbs above 40, black folks in the hood will wear winter coats until 65 and wool stocking caps when it's 70. One of the kids asking to pump my gas for cash was in one and I saw a young mama holding her baby, also fitted with a knit cap. Why??
I mean, I realize we're from subsaharan Africa and all, but still. It's just a bit extreme.
At least the white vagrant I saw earlier had a reason to wear his fur flap hat -- he has nowhere else to keep it. <br />
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By the way, when I asked the two boys, who looked about 8 and 10, why they were there and where their mama was, I learned their mama's in Mississippi and they stay in Chicago with their sister.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-25106430452899692152014-10-31T16:28:00.050-07:002021-06-30T17:54:32.978-07:00Bill Cosby: America's dad, or serial rapist?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/news/morning-mix/wp/2014/10/31/after-jian-ghomeshi-is-the-world-finally-starting-to-turn-against-bill-cosby/">THIS</a> IS REALLY F'D UP.</span></span></b></div><div><b><span style="font-family: verdana;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></b></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>I consider myself extremely well informed, yet my first time hearing about this -- at least to my recollection -- was last night.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>
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I'll also put this down as yet another lamestream media failure. You know everything about what Kim Kardashian's butt did yesterday, but you know nothing about this.</div>
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However, I've seen this same sort of expose done on even to men I personally looked up to -- including highly respected "men of God." So while I am dismayed and disappointed by the case against Cosby, I'm not in total denial as a great many people seem to be.</div>
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I'd like to believe this is some kind of dastardly conspiracy to bring down a black brotha with a lot of money. But if it were, why wouldn't he fight it? Why would he seemingly encourage it by settling with an accuser? </div>
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Oh no, but Cosby is a cultural icon! </i> </div><div> </div><div>That's the problem. My religion doesn't allow idols or icons. This is a great illustration why.</div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div> </div><div>When you worship persons, justice is subverted. When any one is allowed to even think he can buy immunity from crimes, justice cannot be done. And that's bullshit. <br /> </div><div>Every one is the same. If these women are telling the truth -- which must be determined in a court of applicable law, criminal or civil -- then even Cosby must go down. We will all be better off once we get the fact that <i>no one is above scrutiny.</i></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><i></i><div><i>
</i>And your actions will ALWAYS tell on you sooner or later.</div>
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But I'd hate for an entertainer to be the only one to have to face the music. There are allegations of many prominent persons, much wealthier and/or much more powerful than Cosby (if not as well known and beloved) committing similar and worse crimes. The hallowed halls of power could use a thorough fumigation.</div>
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We're in the midst of finding out that most of what we believed was a lie and most of our memories and impressions of the beloved entity we know as "America" are staged productions, as artificial in some ways as Cliff Huxtable's TV living room and the lovable scripted characters that populated his world.</div>
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What about '80s pop culture and political themes wasn't fake? The CIA under the "Just Say No" president (Bush) and vice president (Reagan) was the biggest drug dealer in the world. And if thirteen women are telling the truth, it seems America's Dad may have actually been one of America's biggest predators.</div>
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The antidote is to put in your conceptual earplugs. </div><div>America needs to wake up. Hey, how about this: instead of having a make-believe TV dad -- or a politician dad figure in the White House -- how about <i>actual dads </i>being dads?</div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>
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<div>And then, how about pulling down the "idols" and "icons" off their artificial pedestals?</div></span> <br /></div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;"><div>Fame doesn't equate to righteousness. Millions of dollars and influence don't equate to virtue. Being a prominent (and often, correct) public moralist does not make one moral. Being a great dad on TV is 't the same as being a great dad in real life. And the "American Way" may not have nearly as much to do with truth or justice as we were led to believe. </div></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(130, 98, 83, 0.09375); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(191, 107, 82, 0.496094); -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); font-family: Helvetica; font-size: 18px; line-height: 24px;">
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</span>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-5082688805109465762014-10-03T18:08:00.001-07:002014-10-03T18:08:35.497-07:00The solution to the illegal immigration crisis<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3534/1058/1600/Picture%2061.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img alt="" border="0" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3534/1058/400/Picture%2061.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center;" /></a><br />
<span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 85%; font-weight: bold;">JUST LAY DOWN, </span>oh, maybe a few billion cubic tons of this stuff from Tijuana to the Gulf of Mexico.<br />
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No mas inmigrantes ilegales .... garantizado!the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-50906275834634963072013-06-24T00:09:00.000-07:002013-06-27T22:55:46.156-07:00That Nik Wallenda sure is a crazy bastardBUT IT'S GOOD we didn't have to see him go plummeting 1,500 feet into the <a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/nik-wallendas-walk/2013/06/24/9fdbc8be-dcc8-11e2-9218-bc2ac7cd44e2_gallery.html">Grand Canyon</a>.<br />
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People who do incredibly stupid and dangerous things like walking across canyons on tightropes with no safety devices, always have to rationalize what they do. There is obviously no rational reason for doing such things. I do think, though, that some of the observers do have a point when they say that watching crazy bastards like Nik Wallenda do incredibly stupid and dangerous things, <i>is</i>, in a way, inspiring. "If a guy can do something <i>that</i> incredibly stupid and dangerous, then what's stopping me from going and asking my boss for the promotion/asking that hot chick out/moving forward to start my business/etc.?"
In that case, nature strikes a balance between thinning out the herd and helping to toughen it up.<br />
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Speaking of Wallendas, I have kind of a weird wacky Wallenda-related personal story of my own. <a href="http://liveactiveculture.blogspot.com/2007/01/an-enigmarie-wrapped-in-riddle.html?m=1">Read about "Enigmarie."</a> the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-34548402506757359022013-06-10T18:14:00.003-07:002013-06-10T18:15:30.456-07:00A greener Chicago would be a safer Chicago THE CHICAGO READER'S Steve Bogira blogs:
<blockquote>Greening a city can lower its crime rate, research increasingly suggests, and can make poor, segregated areas not only safer but generally more livable.
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Well-maintained greenscapes do send a social message (which sociologists, naturally, would focus on), but there are other subtle effects of plants that you could call psychological, even spiritual.
<a href = "http://lhhl.illinois.edu/media/2005.07_kanter.htm">Plants, and trees in particular, have overall positive and calming effects</a>.
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U of I researchers found that children with ADHD “experienced a significant reduction in symptoms after they participated in activities in green settings. ...” For the full import of that finding, you must consider the high correlation between “ADHD,” substance abuse, and criminal involvement.
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Also: <blockquote>researchers found that inner-city girls who had green views from their windows at home possessed a greater degree of self-discipline than girls who did not. On average, according to the study, the greener a girl’s view from home the better she concentrates, the less she acts impulsively and the longer she can delay gratification. These capacities equip girls to behave in ways that foster success both in school and later life.</blockquote>
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When girls have more self-control, guess what -- boys gotta have self- control too.
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They also found “a greater sense of community, a reduced risk of street crime, lower levels of violence and aggression between domestic partners, and a better capacity to cope with life’s demands, especially the stresses of living in poverty.”
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Perhaps to eons-old human instinct, trees and other vegetation mean shelter, fuel, and food, thus comforting the primitive part of our brain; conversely, their absence means famine and hardship. Trees also shelter birds, insect and animal life whose presence and sounds most people find comforting.
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The U of I blog concludes, “trees and greenspace are not luxuries, but necessary components of healthy human habitat.” Humans are made to live in nature. Without it, we are in a way, less human.
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Other benefits of green life:
Plants provide oxygen, which we need for normal functioning and clear thinking, and shade in summer, which provides comfort.
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Subtle plant aromas, especially from flowers, may also have beneficial effects.
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Not to get too mystical, but the ancients believed in plant “spirits.” Humans and plants can become attached. When I was younger and I came home one day to find my parents had had an old tree in the front yard cut down – one that had been there my entire life -- I felt angry and depressed for days. It was like they'd killed a friend.
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The behavioral impact of eating more fresh produce or clean chicken, raised free-range, should not be underestimated.
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Productive work supplies a sense of purpose that humans absolutely need. Almost every one wants to work, and farming is one of the oldest occupations. Doing it in community fashion actually reaches past America's tradition of widely separated large farms (due to large land grants and continual consolidation), back to more of a village configuration more familiar in the Old World. It allows one to cooperate and meet your community -- or to form one.
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Farming is not usually thought of as an efficient use for urban land, but it's clearly much better than no use at all -- and in the bigger picture, could be a better use of space than a superstore selling thousands of goods from socially irresponsible corporations, if all the negative externalities of said goods were considered. While not a panacea (nothing is) it could be an important step in restoring crucial social capital.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-34019759089017462622012-11-06T15:12:00.001-08:002013-12-30T21:22:57.073-08:00Plagiarism or homage?<b><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">COMPARE THE CHORUSES</span></b>. In the first song, you'll hear it at :30
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Besides a half-step difference in pitch and different bass lines under them, the vocal parts are nearly identical.
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The first, from '82, is written by Joey Gallo and Kevin Spencer, produced by <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leon_Sylvers_III">Leon Sylvers III</a>, and sung by the sweet-voiced <a href="http://www.allmusic.com/album/still-in-love-mw0000764614">Carrie Lucas</a>. Sylvers additionally wrote and produced hits for the Whispers, Shalamar, Lakeside, and Midnight Starr, all labelmates at Solar Records (which was co-founded by Don Cornelius of Soul Train fame). <br />
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The second song, from '89, is credited to Gene Griffin and performed by Today. Production was by Griffin's protege, a then up-and-coming Harlem music wunderkind named <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Teddy_Riley">Teddy Riley</a>.<br />
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It should be noted that, aside from the chorus melody/harmony, the songs are different, right down to instrumentation and recording technique. "Show Me" is classic early '80s dance funk: smart but simple drum pattern, everything perfectly in the pocket, and the kind of bass line that makes you miss bass lines; the band is the same crack studio team that was behind the <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2m8HiuCOhDE">Whispers</a>.
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"Girl" features the patented synthesized, layered, drum-machined, stuttering-digital-sample- studded, driving and infectious sound that Riley invented and dubbed "New Jack Swing" -- the music I was doin' the "Running Man" to back in high school.<br />
The two songs differ lyrically too. Whereas Griffin/Riley/Today are all about layin' down the mack and romancing their target, the original song is all about pre-AIDS-era frankness: don't bullshit me about romance when all we really want is to get down.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-76820634477776506622012-04-09T21:49:00.000-07:002013-04-25T17:42:15.653-07:00He's an Aryan Warrior<sp b=""></sp><b>ABOUT FOUR YEARS AGO,</b> on a shortwave radio frequency I don't frequent, I heard the cutest little ditty. Apparently, it was a girl duo, singing a groovy melody to the bounciest, catchiest Krautrock tune you could imagine. What is this? I wondered. Some cool indie band? There's no indie rock on shortwave, unless maybe it's from one of the foreign stations -- Japanese? Korean? Dutch? French?<br />
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After listening a bit further thought the voices reminded me of the adorable trio of girls I sometimes hear on a Baptist evangelist program out of Canada. But those girls sing hillbilly style, not krautrock.<br />
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I listen closely to the lyrics. My eyebrows raise a little.<br />
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<i>He's an Aryan Warrior </i><br />
<i>Tradition very old </i><br />
<i>Battling Zionist menace </i><br />
<i>To win back what was stole. ... </i><br />
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Okay, I get it.<br />
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After the song's done, the announcer says that this program is the “Vocal Minority Report.” They're out of Arkansas. The band is called Heritage Connection.<br />
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Great, but guess what, cute little Warriors. Krautrock's filtered through Germany, but it's still <i>rock</i>, okay? That backbeat's still a <i>black</i> beat. (Is that why when you perform the song live, you have no drummer?) You're still singin' jungle music. Got that, baboons? If you wanna be all pure-opean, I'm afraid you'll have to go back to waltzes, marches and oom-pah music.<br />
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By the way, Gawker.com recently discovered these guys and <a href="http://gawker.com/5898493/">spent a nice little weekend with them</a>. It's called “My Kasual Kountry Weekend With the White Knights of the Ku Klux Klan.” Fun stuff! the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-26357568232386950952012-02-29T10:19:00.000-08:002019-06-23T22:15:57.372-07:00Love Lines<b><span style="font-family: "verdana" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">THE MUSIC OF THE</span></b> late Karen Carpenter and her brother, Richard, sometimes gets labeled <a href="http://music.ign.com/articles/710/710545p1.html">yacht rock</a>, but this is unfair. The Carpenters' music does not qualify in any way, shape, or form, as "rock." And that's okay. The brother-sister duo seewere synonymous with late-seventies saccharine sophisti-pop, untouched by the rock 'n' roll revolution, by the blues chords, the wailing and primitivism and raw sexualism that characterized that genre. But that doesn't mean Karen Carpenter was asexual. In fact, I'm positive she was not, with lines like this on her posthumous 1989 release <i>Lovelines</i>:<br />
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("Remember When Lovin' Took All Night," a steamy Brazilian-jazz-tinged song that fades out with Karen doing sexlike "oohs")<br />
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Or, from the title track -- courtesy of Rod Temperton (who also gave us "Rock With You," "Boogie Nights," "Groove Line," and "Always and Forever"):<br />
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I would, Karen. That is, if you had not allegedly killed yourself 29 years ago by overdosing on ipecac. You'd have just turned 61, but that's okay; you'd be a fine, fine 61. After a bit of fattening up....<br />
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Anyway. Karen's contralto croon is the aural equivalent of some kind of creamy, buttery dairy concoction which if it were literal, I'd be highly intolerant to, but since it's merely metaphorical, I can bathe in its delights like a milk bath. A milk bath for my ears. The woman just had a freakishly smooth voice. And don't tell me you (guys) wouldn't have done anything to have her purr these love lines into your ear hole.<br />
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My other favorites on the album are the songs with grooves, like mid-tempo ballad <i>If We Try</i> (also by Temperton), with a great horn section break in the middle, <i>Kiss Me The Way You Did Last Night, </i>and <i>If I Had You, </i>with its string and horn stabs and intricate jazz vocal harmonies. But there are also downtempo, standard-type numbers like Rodgers and Hart's <i>Little Girl Blue.</i><br />
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Although this record is dated 1989, there's barely an electronic sound to
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that became so prevalent in the late '80s. That's because <i>Lovelines </i>was actually recorded ten years earlier, literally at the height of the recording art and recording budgets -- when it was all done with instruments played by musicians, in 48-track studios on two-inch tape through custom-made mixing boards, likely tube- rather than transistor-based. The resulting record is an unstinting tribute to the lavish production style of the disco era: an orchestra, flugelhorns, and about twenty tracks of Karen stacked atop each other, giving dairylicious sustained "ahhs" and "oohs" so perfectly harmonized that all today's Autotune-dependent poseurs should literally hang their heads in shame. It's one of the most fantastic-sounding records in my collection, and I'm glad it happened to be at the thrift store with a 50-cent sticker, just waiting for me to get it.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-62617989080582578342011-09-05T23:13:00.000-07:002011-09-05T23:13:02.195-07:00'Y'all ain't none a my kids'<em><span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">A MAN, WOMAN, AND</span></span></b></span></em><em><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="color: blue;"><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span></b></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">three little kids -- two boys and a girl -- enter the 57th St. Metra shelter where I'm waiting for a southbound train. Here are some snippets I overheard: </span></span></em><br />
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<span style="font-size: small;"><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Man:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Sit yall asses down. </span><b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Sit y'all mothafuckin' asses down.</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">(He repeats this several times throughout the next few minutes, then switches to bemoaning the cost of taking his family to "the show.")</span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> I sho' didn't plan on spendin' no forty dollars.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Man:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> I need a blunt ... I sure as hell would fire up right here. </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">(To kids) </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Don't piss in here. You gonna piss on tha elevator.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Woman:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Don't piss on the elevator. They got </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">cameras </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">in there.</span><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Woman:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Y'all are some crazy-ass kids. Y'all ain't none a my kids. Y'all act like y'all come from the mothafuckin' </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">projects. </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I didn't come from no projects. These mothafuckin' kids ... (Turns to three teenagers sitting nearby) <strong>Don'tch'all have no kids!</strong> </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Boy:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> Mama, I love you. </span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><br />
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<b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Woman:</span></b><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> You made me spend </span><i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">forty </span></i><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">fuckin' dollars at the show and you didn't even watch it. You don't love me. I coulda got some mothafuckin' weed. When we get home you bet' not say shit to me. Y'all ain't my kids no mo'.</span><br />
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</span>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-86641435149586074752011-07-30T19:30:00.000-07:002011-07-30T19:30:31.870-07:00Cuts like a knife, but it feels so right.<div class="MsoNormal"><strong><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">"EVERYBODY'S INSANE</span></span></strong> with loneliness, but that’s OK. After a while you realize that’s part of the edge.”</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">(One Chicago-to-NYC transplant to another, as related at <a href="http://gapingvoid.com/2004/05/07/personal-faves-3/">gapingvoid</a>) </div><div class="MsoNormal"><a href="http://gapingvoid.com/2004/05/07/personal-faves-3/"><br />
</a></div>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-46982749404482038112011-07-29T07:42:00.000-07:002013-04-29T11:55:57.964-07:00Life in the suburbs: it exists<b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">THE CHICAGO READER's</span></span></b> Steve Bogira <a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/Bleader/archives/2011/07/26/in-defense-of-suburbs&cb=6ae1c3cb65aa0af213071bd96e960bbd&sort=desc#readerComments">comments</a> on a New Yorker essay, "In Defense of the Suburbs." (Reminding me of a similar essay I was writing -- but put on the back burner a while ago.)<br />
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Anyway, as I'm a product of the burbs, and currently back in the burbs -- and, furthermore, have traveled and worked far and wide across Chicagoland, from Hipster Central to boonie trailer parks -- I have a lot of insights about the pros and cons. So here (with minor edits) is what I posted in reply to Steve. <br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Cities are part substance, and also in part, hype. The quintessential example, of course, is NYC. I rolled through last summer with a friend, hanging out in Manhattan and Brooklyn. Several young single folks I met (one a former Winnetka-ite) implicitly or explicitly expressed that part of the virtue of living there is the feeling of being strengthened and purified by the struggle. It's that old "make it here/make it anywhere" thing. My thought is, the world is full of opportunities to fight for something. Who said you should have to spend all your energy just fighting to pay rent, and maybe have a couple bucks left over for beer? (Forget the hipster diet of coffee and cigarettes -- $13 a pack for organic American Spirits? Forget it.) </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I like </span><a href="http://www.kunstler.com/"><span style="font-size: small;">James Kunstler</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> and much of his critique of suburbia as far as the poor planning (and the land speculation and </span><a href="http://www.earthrights.net/docs/kunstler.html"><span style="font-size: small;">tax policies</span></a><span style="font-size: small;"> that actually drive the logic of it all). I even agree somewhat with the perception of cultural impoverishment. Yet he and his fellow “</span><a href="http://www.urbanarchipelago.com/"><span style="font-size: small;">urban archipelago</span></a><span style="font-size: small;">” champions also go to the opposite extreme. They get all urbo-snob on us, sneering at everybody not living on their little urban islands of enlightenment while </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">daintily sipping their proverbial lattes. </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;">Broad-brushing like that shows them to be guilty of the very narrowness and bigotry of which they accuse the non-urban world.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Suburbia isn't any one place. There's great historic architecture, and there are subdivisions of ticky-tacky just put up yesterday. Some places live under the shade of century-old trees; others were recently planted on former cornfields. Some were long ago landlocked and built fairly dense; others, located on the edges, gobble up land like there's no tomorrow (or at least, were doing so until interrupted by the real estate crash). </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Some are pre-automobile trainburbs and thus have walkable downtowns, mixed-use buildings, and garages behind houses; others, founded later, are all about cars, their most striking feature being malls, big boxes, and parking lots.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Some burbs were built as golf getaways for Chicago's wealthy. Others are home to freight yards, industry (still) and biker clubs, and others are merely bedroom communities for professionals and U of C professors. </span></span></blockquote>
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> Some suburbs are very white; others predominantly Arabic, Hispanic, black; others yet are a diverse mix. And sandwiched in between the municipalities, you still have some semirural unincorporated areas with no snob zoning, where you can live pretty much how you like. I can walk a few blocks from home and see folks who raise horses, chickens and turkeys, park their tractor-trailers, live in RVs, collect yard cars, etc. (Live in Pilsen and collect junk, and you're a conceptual artist; live in the boonies and collect junk, and you're "trash"!) </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> My hardcore urbanist friend, an artist and former bike messenger who has not owned a car for probably a couple of decades, only recently overcame her suburbophobia and began visiting the southland for the occasional art show. Yes! Shocking as it may seem, art doesn't stop at the city limits.To stereotype the burbs as some uniformly bland, sterile cultural wasteland is just as foolish as suburbanites saying "I don't go into Chicago, it's full of crime." </span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"> I've run into artists out here who are fleeing the trendy artsy hoods in the city, perhaps for lower rent, perhaps because they inherited their parents' home, whatever. Various trends forecasters have seen a growing exodus of "creative class" people to the edge cities. I suspect the recession has accelerated this. The railburbs and the standalone edge cities and villages built long ago, around rivers and rails (Lemont, Joliet, Aurora, Elgin, etc.) are hospitable to singles and creatives because of their urban downtowns, mixed housing, transit, and bike-friendliness. If people are moving to real cities on the edge (as opposed to brand new subdivisions in the cornfields) this isn't sprawl, it's a shift from the mega-city to other cities, which I think is a good thing.</span></span><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: small;"><br />
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My memory having been jogged, it's time to get back to my writing about the suburbs and the developmental illness known as sprawl. I did do <a href="http://liveactiveculture.blogspot.com/2010/07/introducing-new-urbanist-shopping-mall.html">one post</a> a while back about faux-New Urbanism, and got a couple of interesting comments. <br />
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By the way, k of c, <a href="http://www.cityofdestiny.blogspot.com/">City of Destiny</a> blogger, is a consummate Chicago hipster (who'll no doubt deny the label, as any good hipster does) who loves riding the rails, with bike and camera, to various suburban locations. She's got a passel of <a href="http://www.blogger.com/">suburban photos</a> at her Flickr site.<br />
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* Update, Saturday 7/30: Speak of the devil: I just bumped into k of c last night at the Printer's Ball at Columbia College. It's the second time I've just "bumped into" her. I really should keep in better touch with these people I always "happen" to see. I don't think it is an accident.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-43735097124470531612011-07-03T22:13:00.000-07:002015-03-30T05:54:30.313-07:00Rants about hipsters never get old<div class="PreformattedText">
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<a href="http://www.chicagomag.com/Chicago-Magazine/The-312/March-2011/The-Word-Hipster-Shall-Always-Be-With-Us/" target="blank"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">WHET MOSER ON THE H-WORD</span></span></b></a><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";"> ("hipster") in Chicago magazine. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">First: </span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Wow. That Harry Raab/Gibson video is a treat. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">But now here's a news flash for the kids. Hip is just a body part. Best (for me) when female, very round, and very squeezable. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">When you get around 30 or so, you stop caring about being a hipster, or hating on them. </span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Best, though, to stop caring about it long before 30. Get concerned about something real instead. Let them do them, and you do you. Or l</span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">ike Hall and Oates said: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e6cGR9VDY08%20target%20=%22blank%22">Do what you want, be what you are</a>.</span> <span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";"> </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">I've probably been taken for a hipster a few times, but if you asked me, I'd call myself an eclectic creative guy who's always been into ideas and music and art rather than, say, cars and watching other people play sports. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">However, I don't wear it all on my sleeve since I'm </span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">an introvert, not a peacock, and also I just don't like </span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">shopping enough to spend countless hours gathering up fancy feathers and achieving that studiously-thrown-together hipster look. (Occasionally, I hit upon it by accident; or when I have a woman around to dress me.) I'd rather be reading a book or hiking in the woods or making music or something. But I don't hold it against people who do rock all the wacky getup. It makes the world a more interesting place. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">But as a black dude, here's my rant. The fact that white folks have always dug black music is great.* The fact that so many white people came to feel so empty and alienated and deracinated that they decided they'd rather <i>be </i>black is a dubious blessing. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">In particular, a lot of the pioneers of Hip -- like Raab -- seemed to be Jewish, perhaps not only because Jews predominated in the culture business anyway, but also because it seems a lot of them in the mid-twentieth century desperately wanted to be anything but Jewish: in light of history, totally understandable, yet still unfortunate for them and for those whom they were trying to be. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Since Raab and his jazz cohorts are now mostly mouldering in their graves, I'll move on to t</span><span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">he group I find even more obnoxious – the ones whose cultural hegemony I grew up under: that is, the post-Sixties white hipsters who borrowed black music and created this orthodoxy and installed themselves as some sort of official Keepers of the Flame. The folks who latched onto blues as some kind of signifier of authenticity, and then became rock music critics and then basically invented <a href="http://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&ved=0CB0QFjAA&url=http%3A%2F%2Fen.wikipedia.org%2Fwiki%2FRockism&ei=aByzTvfrF4LNtgeMpdT5Aw&usg=AFQjCNGK9z2B8bPCNZRHPR3sKrp2QHzbWQ&sig2=-vB7BhUEG9vLN68II5D7aA">rockism</a>. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Yeah, Boomers: I'm talkin' 'bout <i>your </i> generation.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Rockist types also were always sneering at white artists who borrowed from more sophisticated black genres, such as jazz, soul, or post-sixties R&B, rather than from blues. I.e., yacht rockers Hall and Oates, Carole King, Steely Dan, the Doobies, Loggins, Rundgren, Toto, Ambrosia, Player, etc. -- phenomenal artists all. They were labeled “soft rock” -- although "blue-eyed soul" is closer, since they weren't really <i>trying</i> to do rock; and it was always stated or implied that they weren't “real,” etc. </span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">I'm glad the pendulum has swung back in recent years, and the indie generation has largely left that nonsense behind, embracing classic soul the same way the Boomer generation embraced blues and the beat generation embraced jazz. I think Amy Winehouse (where is she, anyway? Rehab? ** ) is a great talent, if not wise about her lifestyle choices. I'm loving Fritz and the Tantrums, though maybe they crib a lot from H&O and <a href="http://www.blogger.com/%E2%80%9Chttp://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tepfrCBj9MM&feature=related%E2%80%9D">ABC</a>. *** </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">Middle-class or affluent white Boomers could afford to entertain primitivist fantasies about barefoot guitar-strumming sharecroppers in Delta shacks. Most black folks, post-Civil Rights, didn't find that lifestyle romantic, perhaps because many had only recently escaped that poverty. My dad grew up poor (though not quite dirt-floor-shack poor) in Arkansas, went to college on a basketball scholarship, came to U of C to get his first Master's in 1965, and became happily middle-class. Mom's folks are from Alabama (a step up from Mississippi and Arkansas, they like to think). Lots of folks down south -- and up here -- are still living in the sort of rural poverty that the rockist cultural gatekeepers idealized. Those illiterate folks living in tin-roof shacks have no idea how "hip" they are. </span></div>
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<span lang="EN" style="color: black; font-family: "ArialMT";">*** One of my other favorite white soul-influenced acts is now old school, but they just don't get the play they should: <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rSO1GE0j4T0">Swing Out Sister</a>, a bird and bloke from <st1:city w:st="on"><st1:place w:st="on">Manchester</st1:place></st1:city>, who have a lot of Motown/Sixties pop influence, particularly their two early-oughts albums.)</span>
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">Thanks, Perry Como.</span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"> </span>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-15345433444023503232011-01-29T12:37:00.000-08:002011-07-29T07:15:51.222-07:00An actual personal ad<span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;">From the</span> <i><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif; font-size: xx-small;"><b><a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/">Chicago Reader</a>:</b> </span></i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Courier New", "Courier", monospace;">I am looking for someone who is just like Barney Rubble, with female body parts. Sweet, kind, respectful, and most of all funny! Looks aren't important to me. I'm looking for someone who can see the humor in life and enjoy themselves. I am also looking for someone with half a brain. You needn't be college educated, but please watch and read the news. Ignorance is one of my deal breakers. I can deal with almost any thing as long as we laugh together. If you think you are a female Barney Rubble then we might be soul mates. ratpackfan2, 42, #135737</span></blockquote><br />
<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">Does she have to have a <a href="http://soundfxcenter.com/download-sound/barney-rubble-laugh-sound-effect/" target="_blank">Barney Rubble laugh</a>, too? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">In any case, the above advertiser just might be interested in </span><a href="http://nickjohns.com/2005/09/01/you-know-what-grinds-my-gears/"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;">this blogger's</span></a><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> co-worker.</span></span><br />
<span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;"><span style="font-family: "Trebuchet MS", sans-serif;"> </span> </span>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-24327044173607854032010-12-28T13:20:00.001-08:002010-12-28T13:20:24.430-08:00Church of nude protest<div><img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5130283913992901106" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjj9jT2-bmwM9PwRejHKPP3RyXtlKua5VwjL4LQglnvw8Fqcu0qA_E1tnUapAJEx_NRapTcJDS6CgVTPZtuKYD3MD4LQZrxL85LWnj2SkevC0T2JWBQL9-9Ob3uAiEGVIQty7WPwQ/s400/File0006.jpg" style="cursor: hand; float: left; margin: 0px 10px 10px 0px;" /><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"><span style="font-family: Georgia;"><strong><span style="font-family: verdana; font-size: x-small;">THE DOUKHOBORS, OR</span></strong> </span>“spirit wrestlers,” were a semi-mystical Christian sect founded in the late 18<sup>th</sup> century in <country-region st="on"><place st="on">Russia</place></country-region>. (They later emigrated to <country-region st="on"><place st="on">Canada</place></country-region>.) According to “Man, Myth & Magic: the Illustrated Encyclopedia of Mythology, Religion and the Unknown,” one of the Doukhobors’ favorite means of political protest against military conscription was “stripping off their clothes” at political meetings. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">“Despite their professed pacifism, the sect has resorted to acts of sabotage, including mass protests in the nude when their beliefs bring them into open conflict with the government; on occasion the Royal Canadian Mounted Police has successfully dealt with the latter form of protest by the use of itching powder.” </span><br />
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the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-78802168668924928642010-12-14T11:26:00.000-08:002013-06-09T19:55:18.517-07:00I'll never go back to Georgia<b><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">IT JUST OCCURRED</span></b> to me that despite the recent passage of the ten-year anniversary, I have never shared the story in writing. That is, the story of my adventures in the <a href="http://www.dublinlaurensgeorgia.com/">City of Dublin</a>, County of Laurens, State of Georgia, on the way home to Chicago from a <i>religious</i> convocation, no less. Including: being <a href="http://www.laurenssheriff.org/divisions/Jail_Division/jail_division.htm">jailed</a>, having to scare up bail, fearing I'd never get my car back, wondering how I'd get home, being served pancakes at Denny's by a convicted manslaughterer, praying like the dickens, setting up a temporary operations center in a Motel Six, making dozens of phone calls via calling card, getting my lawyer sister to intervene, hiking several miles to the pound in hopes of getting the vehicle (with scant time left for plan B -- catching a Greyhound bus), hitching a ride on a farmer's tractor, securing return of my vehicle (and thanking God), feeling like the Dukes of Hazzard hightailing it out of the county, getting unmistakable winks from up above just to let me know Who had my back, desperately borrowing gas money from my Atlanta cousin, losing precious gas money somewhere around Nashville, running out of gas in southern IL, and having to beg at eating establishments until a kindly trucker supplied me with enough to get home because I reminded him of his little brother. <br />
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</div>I RECENTLY SAW <a href="http://bambimcmillionministries.com/">"Prophetess" Bambi McMillion's</a> evango-mercial for the first time on local cable TV and was--well, the only word for it is astonished. <br />
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My first thought: <i>McMillion?</i> Is that real? Or is she trying to one-up <a href="http://www.creflodollarministries.org/">Creflo Dollar</a> in having a gospel-of-wealth-worthy name?<br />
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My second thought: <i>Bambi? </i>That's not right, unless you are a deer, or an adult entertainer. <br />
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My third thought was to search this woman and find out about her background. Turns out it's -- surprise! -- <a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/landlord-shouts-youre-out-tenants-say-we-wont-go-everyone-agrees-its-insanity/Content?oid=897100">kinda trashy</a>. <br />
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But she's entertaining. Check out Bambi McMillion, the Speak'n' Spell <a href="http://vimeo.com/14994217">remix</a>, done by the brilliant -- and prosperously named -- Steven Buck. <br />
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<a href="http://vimeo.com/14994217">Not Found (Bambi McMillion Extended Remix)</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/user2756412">(steven) Buck</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com/">Vimeo</a>.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-70342805061008887022010-08-19T19:06:00.000-07:002010-08-19T19:06:37.373-07:00What I don't get about NYC<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">IS WHY THE OTHER </span></strong>four cities cities under its grip (Brooklyn, Bronx, Queens & Staten) consent to being satellites/colonies of Manhattan. After rolling through Manhattan and then Brooklyn last month (got some good street art pics, but sorry no USB cable for my phone right now, so can't upload) I searched the term “Brooklyn Hipster” just for fun, and dialed up <a href="http://www.myspace.com/brookalynhipster">this Myspace</a> with its presumably tongue-in-cheek nod to “Brooklyn Secession Movement.” (Which, when you look it up, apparently is just the name of an edgy art space -- not an actualy movement.) <br />
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But why not? Think about it, Brooklyn. Manhattan needs you more than you need it.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-14757714073056326392010-07-01T18:39:00.000-07:002012-02-28T18:46:44.758-08:00News from Tennabama<span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: x-small;"><strong>THE LOCAL SHOPPER</strong> </span></span><span style="font-family: "Georgia", "Times New Roman", serif;">I picked up somewhere near the Tennessee-Alabama border covers towns or "places" including: </span><br />
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<br /></div>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-8734356484340876482010-06-22T20:37:00.000-07:002010-06-24T14:09:52.299-07:00Celebronicity<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyqu8QQWIMteMS6XnF4DCcd4prl-n1GY39QhnRxWsPaGjj9niJDfalrOpPDwUrMVnr-SYzNR2Fgkn3wWsLuuMjj0FGKWHI8OXEKoiqlLc9Gt5aoFmvDMPR5b_Zmo0_KzJlHBXlQ/s1600/creggers.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEixyqu8QQWIMteMS6XnF4DCcd4prl-n1GY39QhnRxWsPaGjj9niJDfalrOpPDwUrMVnr-SYzNR2Fgkn3wWsLuuMjj0FGKWHI8OXEKoiqlLc9Gt5aoFmvDMPR5b_Zmo0_KzJlHBXlQ/s320/creggers.jpg" /></a></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><b><span style="font-size: x-small;"><span style="font-family: "Verdana", sans-serif;">SO THE OTHER NIGHT</span></span></b></span><span lang="EN"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> I was watching "</span></span></span><span lang="EN"><o:p><a href="http://www.eonline.com/on/shows/thesoup/schedule.jsp?franchise=the_soup"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">The Soup</span></span></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">" with Joel McHale, who kinda reminded me of Craig Kilborn. So I sez "hey where the HELL is Craiggers, anyway? Is he ever coming back to TV?" So I hop on the Nets and find that, lo and behold, </span></span><a href="http://popwatch.ew.com/2010/05/05/craig-kilborn-syndicated-show-fox/comment-page-4/#comment-1132720"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">he is coming back</span></span></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">, with a new show on Fox -- in less than one week. Sweet!</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><br />
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</span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> </span></span><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"><br />
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<div class="MsoNormal"><span lang="EN"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">So I go to SammyJ's </span></span></span><span lang="EN"><a href="http://www.myspace.com/sammyjmusic"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">Myspace</span></span></a><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">. Whaddya know! Her new album just came out. </span></span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> </span></span></span><span lang="EN"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">Today!</span></span></b></span><br />
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<span lang="EN"><b><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;"> </span></span></b></span><span lang="EN"><span style="font-size: small;"><span style="font-family: "Arial", "Helvetica", sans-serif;">Now if only I can just put these psychic skills to more lucrative use. </span></span></span></div>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-29564062711896661122010-05-28T22:38:00.000-07:002011-02-05T13:14:01.251-08:00<a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/sharon-jones-dap-kings-hipsters-soul-music/Content?oid=1849615"><img src="http://www.chicagoreader.com/imager/b/magnum/1849615/da68/sharon_jones-magnum-47.jpg" /></a><br />
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<strong><span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: 10pt; mso-bidi-font-family: Verdana;">SOME FOLKS HAVE A PROBLEM,</span></strong><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;"> </span><a href="http://www.chicagoreader.com/chicago/sharon-jones-dap-kings-hipsters-soul-music/Content?oid=1849615"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">apparently</span></a><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">, with the fact that young white hipsters are such a large portion of retro soul act Sharon Jones and the Dap-Kings' audience. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">My reply to the Chicago Reader piece went like this: </span><br />
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I'm sure SJATDK appreciate people of all ages and ethnicities who buy their records and come to their shows, as long as they're paying customers. <br />
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By the way, I am a black dude who grew up in the late '70s and '80s and I hated Motown music. It was my parents’ music. The records sounded ancient and tinny, and they weren’t even in stereo. </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">But I <em>was</em> a huge fan of <a href="http://www.hallandoates.com/">Hall & Oates</a>. I started building a Hall & Oates record collection in high school. Little did I know I was listening to two white guys channeling doo-wop and Philly and Motown through New Wave. So now, I can appreciate Motown music. (I never really disliked Philly, I guess because the style was still in during my formative years and I heard it often: see Spinners, O’Jays, Frankie Valli in Theme from Grease…) </span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">In similar fashion, I got into the British group Swing Out Sister, who do jazzy loungy pop. They in turn got me into -- or reintroduced me to -- SOS influences such as Fifth Dimension, Laura Nyro, Astrud Gilberto, Ennio Morricone, Burt Bacharach, etc. *</span></span><br />
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<span lang="EN" style="mso-ansi-language: EN;"><span style="font-family: Times New Roman;">And how many soul or funk or jazz records would people have never heard if it wasn't for hip-hop samples? <br />
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People like <place w:st="on"><city w:st="on">Sharon</city></place> & the Daps deserve to get this kind of love, finally. If they can't get it from black kids because they're too busy listening to Young Money or Trey Songz or whatever, let them get it from white kids.</span></span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;"> </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; mso-layout-grid-align: none; mso-pagination: none;">* <span style="font-family: "Courier New", Courier, monospace; font-size: x-small;">Ed. note 2/5/11: Add to that illustrious list the great John Barry, who died just this week. </span></div>the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-29387367203825982572010-05-21T14:35:00.000-07:002010-05-21T14:35:42.358-07:00still peeved at this r & bIN AN OLDER POST I shared why I was peeved with contemporary <a href="http://liveactiveculture.blogspot.com/2008/04/rhythm-and-snooze.html">rhythm and snooze</a>. In that post I blamed Sean P. "Puffy Pops/Diddly Squat" Combs for helping kill off hip hop. I have now received confirmation of this fact, from no less an authority than <a href="http://www.myspace.com/pussycowtheband">Pu$$ycow</a>.the proprietorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04253964936998757891noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23318924.post-90889354774120417692010-01-30T23:05:00.000-08:002011-02-05T13:21:59.513-08:00Slop culture update<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKLXa1RRYyHG9O6fea-2UlHjNtXXEQw5HweChysNZJq27qhGiSSlMNgIRMnd1vUtYEkJvCBKUSqaSu9Vea3iX3OjWmVmAfCSSzfRPe9CWgxQ8USi4YhOYKQajBixswGsQqchODg/s1600-h/gorillas-fighting1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="275" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzKLXa1RRYyHG9O6fea-2UlHjNtXXEQw5HweChysNZJq27qhGiSSlMNgIRMnd1vUtYEkJvCBKUSqaSu9Vea3iX3OjWmVmAfCSSzfRPe9CWgxQ8USi4YhOYKQajBixswGsQqchODg/s320/gorillas-fighting1.jpg" width="320" /></a><br />
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