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Friday, October 10, 2008
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Storm Large Sings Dramarama
Last weekend my friend Kristen laid down the guantlet when she said she liked the new music I post here. Thanks, Kristen, but really? Now I'm tempted to show MGMT's new video. I'm mad mad mad about the band and "KIds" raises interesting questions about sacrificing children on the alter of art, but I can't bear seeing how they make a child cry. Reminds me of the Stephen King story, "Morality" in the new Esquire.
So instead, here's a flashback to the summer of 2006 when Randy and I were following Rockstar Supernova, another reality singing competition, but this time with the talentless culled out and a judges panel that featured two of business's biggest tools, Tommy Lee and Dave Navarro.
Below is the stunning performance of Storm Large (yes, that's her real name) singing Dramarama's "Anything, Anything." I love how she belts it, love how the song captures the restlessness we feel even with those we love most.
So instead, here's a flashback to the summer of 2006 when Randy and I were following Rockstar Supernova, another reality singing competition, but this time with the talentless culled out and a judges panel that featured two of business's biggest tools, Tommy Lee and Dave Navarro.
Below is the stunning performance of Storm Large (yes, that's her real name) singing Dramarama's "Anything, Anything." I love how she belts it, love how the song captures the restlessness we feel even with those we love most.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
All the Posts I'm Not Writing
Craig Arnold, a poet and professor from the University of Wyoming, is missing in Japan. Here is his webpage chronicling his first days in the country and his plans to visit a small volcanic island. There's a Facebook page supporting the rescue efforts.
My back is jacked again. Last night Randy was home at a decent hour for once this week and since May 1 is a special anniversary for us, it felt so sweet to talk and laugh over 30 Rock together that it got way too late too quick. The girls wanted donuts at 7:00 this morning. It's a beautiful morning but getting up and taking the girls to Dominicks took a huge effort of will. Mia found one of those grocery carts shaped out like a firetruck but when both the girls were inside and I tried to push the creaking wreck, my back said, "that was a mistake" and I had to get the girls out and ask Shaggy the Bagboy to haul the tank out of the entranceway.
The great Kim Moldofsky and I are hosting a brunch for the Chicago Moms Blog contributors at the end of May. Just got news my in-laws will be visiting the week before. I'll have one day in between to recover and rally. Raise your hand if you understand this.
Alejandro Jodorowsky's film Holy Mountain is showing tonight at Facets as part of their Midnight Movie lecture series. The trailer has some really great visuals that work so hard at blowing your mind, you nearly have to laugh. I did laugh, then recognized a cash-burning scene that I didn't initially know was an homage in the MGMT video, "Time To Pretend" the song that I obsessed over all last summer. The Jodorowsky trailer sent me back to Youtube to watch "Time to Pretend" again and once again get swept away with suffocating waves of ineffable longing and nostalgia that seems the leavings of a larger grief.
Spring can really hang you up the most. Another Saturday morning in Wilmette, the neighbor playing bongos and Mommy sobbing over the girl she was.
The two haunting and strange films Natasha Redgrave made in 1987 and 1988, The Kindness of Strangers and The Handmaid's Tale. The awful sadness on Vanessa Redgrave's face as she departed the hospital where her daughter lay dying. The raw but entirely artful grief she had showed us in Camelot ("So often in the past, Arthur, I would look in your eyes and I would find there forgiveness. Perhaps one day in the future it shall be there again. But now I won't be with you. I won't see it.") And Julia. And If These Walls Could Talk. The wish that life could have treated her more kindly.
My back is jacked again. Last night Randy was home at a decent hour for once this week and since May 1 is a special anniversary for us, it felt so sweet to talk and laugh over 30 Rock together that it got way too late too quick. The girls wanted donuts at 7:00 this morning. It's a beautiful morning but getting up and taking the girls to Dominicks took a huge effort of will. Mia found one of those grocery carts shaped out like a firetruck but when both the girls were inside and I tried to push the creaking wreck, my back said, "that was a mistake" and I had to get the girls out and ask Shaggy the Bagboy to haul the tank out of the entranceway.
The great Kim Moldofsky and I are hosting a brunch for the Chicago Moms Blog contributors at the end of May. Just got news my in-laws will be visiting the week before. I'll have one day in between to recover and rally. Raise your hand if you understand this.
Alejandro Jodorowsky's film Holy Mountain is showing tonight at Facets as part of their Midnight Movie lecture series. The trailer has some really great visuals that work so hard at blowing your mind, you nearly have to laugh. I did laugh, then recognized a cash-burning scene that I didn't initially know was an homage in the MGMT video, "Time To Pretend" the song that I obsessed over all last summer. The Jodorowsky trailer sent me back to Youtube to watch "Time to Pretend" again and once again get swept away with suffocating waves of ineffable longing and nostalgia that seems the leavings of a larger grief.
Spring can really hang you up the most. Another Saturday morning in Wilmette, the neighbor playing bongos and Mommy sobbing over the girl she was.
The two haunting and strange films Natasha Redgrave made in 1987 and 1988, The Kindness of Strangers and The Handmaid's Tale. The awful sadness on Vanessa Redgrave's face as she departed the hospital where her daughter lay dying. The raw but entirely artful grief she had showed us in Camelot ("So often in the past, Arthur, I would look in your eyes and I would find there forgiveness. Perhaps one day in the future it shall be there again. But now I won't be with you. I won't see it.") And Julia. And If These Walls Could Talk. The wish that life could have treated her more kindly.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
Feeling Blue? Watch This, Watch This!
1. The Whole World is Dancing.
Music from "Stream of Life" from Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore:
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
2. A witchy rap Spanish lesson from Dan Zane's new celebration of Latino music, Nuevo York.
From Dan's liner notes: “During the past few years, there’s been a lot of talk about immigrants and immigration, much of it quite mean-spirited. Maybe for the young person in Idaho or Arkansas who [hears] of the so-called immigration problems, it might be useful to hear another scenario — a wild musical gathering where everyone was invited and welcomed.”
3. "I Never Go to Work." This is our second favorite video on the new They Might Be Giants album/DVD. Last night I cut down two of the graying alliums and the girls marched around the backyard, singing this song, each wielding a stiff four-foot allium stalk with a round flower head like an Ozian staff.
Here's our favorite video! a sweet homage is Electric Company/Sesame Street production numbers from the 70's, complete with Elton John/Dr. John puppy on the piano, star filters and a couple of sock puppets, one with male pattern baldness, doing The Courtship of Eddie's Father bonding thing.
Buy it yourself!
4. Moms who write and some pretty damn cute kids.
5. And finally, blow your mind with this. The band is MGMT, as in "Management." Found the video here; spreading the word about cool shit like this is one reason she's a rock star.
Music from "Stream of Life" from Gitanjali by Rabindranath Tagore:
The same stream of life that runs through my veins night and day
runs through the world and dances in rhythmic measures.
2. A witchy rap Spanish lesson from Dan Zane's new celebration of Latino music, Nuevo York.
From Dan's liner notes: “During the past few years, there’s been a lot of talk about immigrants and immigration, much of it quite mean-spirited. Maybe for the young person in Idaho or Arkansas who [hears] of the so-called immigration problems, it might be useful to hear another scenario — a wild musical gathering where everyone was invited and welcomed.”
3. "I Never Go to Work." This is our second favorite video on the new They Might Be Giants album/DVD. Last night I cut down two of the graying alliums and the girls marched around the backyard, singing this song, each wielding a stiff four-foot allium stalk with a round flower head like an Ozian staff.
Here's our favorite video! a sweet homage is Electric Company/Sesame Street production numbers from the 70's, complete with Elton John/Dr. John puppy on the piano, star filters and a couple of sock puppets, one with male pattern baldness, doing The Courtship of Eddie's Father bonding thing.
Buy it yourself!
4. Moms who write and some pretty damn cute kids.
5. And finally, blow your mind with this. The band is MGMT, as in "Management." Found the video here; spreading the word about cool shit like this is one reason she's a rock star.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
The Girls' Playdate Went Long So Randy and I Had Margaritas
The website Sexy People may be intended for snarky mocking, but every time I visit, I see another face that is almost someone I loved a long time ago. I ache with nostalgia. Earnest, trusting faces - it just slays me. This girl - I ran on the playground with her; this boy, I had a crush on him. I know these people. (Well, not this guy.) Here is the family who came over one Thanksgiving - the man said strange things that were supposed to be funny and the grownups laughed but I just ran out of the room to play with their kids in the basement.
My latest piece on Chicago Moms Blog, called "Clutter, An Appreciation (See Footnote 1)" has been picked up for syndication by McClatchy-Tribune! I'm thrilled, but a little apprehensive (Speck in the milk!) that if published, my clumsy joke about verbal clutter (Extended footnotes, ha ha ha! A cluttered post about clutter, get it?) will not survive editing.
MGMT will be guests this season on Yo Gabba Gabba!! If you missed them before, please click here and GET YOUR WILD ON MY FUZZY FANTASTIC SPACE CHILD!!!!!!!!!
Click here to be haunted. "Please Read the Letter," from Allison Krauss and Robert Plant's album Raising Sand, produced by T-Bone Burnett.
"Please read the letter, I wrote it in my sleep. With help and consultation from the angels of the deep."
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