Music musings, mostly of a sibling sort

A few notes about music (see what I did there?):

NPR is streaming the new release from the band Dawes, called All Your Favorite Bands. Highly recommended. Dawes features brothers Taylor and Griffin Goldsmith. Here’s the lead track, it’s a fun video too.

 

Waxahatchee is the stage name of Katie Crutchfield. Waxahatchee is fantastic. The touring band also features Katie’s twin sister Allison.

 

 

I wrote a post about Brandi Carlile a few months ago, but her album The Firewatcher’s Daughter is out now. Here she is with her band (including identical twins Tim and Phil Hanseroth) on Conan doing a song from the new album.

 

Last night I saw a free outdoor concert with Surfer Blood as the headliner. Their new album is called 1000 Palms. There are no siblings in the band. But they put on a great show and deserve some love too. Especially since their guitarist is battling cancer.

 

Not-So-Young Americans

Sorry David Bowie, but I no longer qualify as one of the “Young Americans”… and since you did that song on the Dick Cavett Show, neither do you.

Yesterday I had to renew my annual membership at my local rec center, and because I’m now 50, I get a discounted rate. The $10 in savings doesn’t come close to making up for the humiliation of hearing the teenager behind the counter chirping “you get a senior discount!”

Funny thing is, they originally had an incorrect date of birth for me – 4/15/75 – so they thought I was  40, not 50. Must be that Grecian Formula  that I’ve been using.

I’m OK with being 50 though. Heck, I have another decade and a half to go before I’m officially part of “Older Americans Month” (which is every May for Americans who are 65 or older). Not that there’s anything wrong with growing old… it certainly beats the alternative. However, listening to this gorgeous Courtney Barnett song about growing up and growing old will make you want to stop the clock.

Alright, enough of this newfangled blogging business. I’m going to have some prunes, watch “Murder, She Wrote” and take a nap. Get off my lawn!

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But Sirius-ly, folks

One of our cars has Sirius/XM satellite radio in it. Having worked at a “college rock”/indie/alternative radio station in my younger days, I like to listen to the XMU channel that plays, according to their description “new indie rock.” (It’s a vain attempt to keep up with what the kids are listening to these days, I realize.)

I do like most of the music they play, but their variety is sorely lacking. They will play the heck out of a handful of songs, over and over. I take the bus to work most days; the only time I drive the car is when I’m shuttling kids back and forth to sports practices – about 20 minutes a day at best. And I wind up hearing the same songs each time… right now I’m almost guaranteed to hear Best Coast or Jamie XX on my short commute. Sufjan Stevens has a great new album out, but they only play one song off of the album… and they play it constantly.

There’s plenty more variety in the indie rock world, but you’d never know it by listening to XMU. Where’s the Calexico? Where’s My Morning Jacket? How about the new one from Surfer Blood? San Fermin? Bueller?…Bueller?

I suppose part of the issue is the 200 channel universe that Sirius XM has created – it tends to segregate artists into tidy little compartments, whereas I prefer more of a grab bag approach to playlists. I shouldn’t have to flip channels to hear a singer-songwriter followed by a raucous rocker.

At least there are still some radio stations that do a great job of mixing things up. KEXP out of Seattle is the one I like the most… and I can stream their station via the web. Check out their playlist from this morning – a great mix of new songs, with some New Order and Dylan as well.  That’s more like it!

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No more Late Nights or Late Shows

Tonight’s the final Late Show broadcast for David Letterman. The end of an era. Now I know how the older generation felt when Johnny Carson signed off, because just as they grew up with Johnny, I grew up with Dave. I’m old enough to remember his ill-fated, short-lived daytime show… which I thought was hilarious.

When Dave debuted on Late Night in February of ’82, I was a senior in high school and living in an apartment without adult supervision. (We’ll save that story for another blog post.) So I had no curfew, no set bedtime…  I tuned in to Dave, Paul and the gang and their nutty antics darn near every night, and recited the skits and witty banter the next day at school. Dave was my hero. Some found him to be too snarky or too aloof, but I absolutely loved his wink-at-the-camera/it’s- all-a-facade style. Through the rest of high school, college and beyond, I was a regular attendee at his late night cavalcade of craziness. I got in to see a taping of his NBC show once, via a standby ticket, and was thrilled beyond words. I even had a “brush with greatness” when I was visiting my dad in Brooklyn and happened upon Larry “Bud” Melman, who lived in the same neighborhood. I was going nuts like a teenage girl at a Beatles concert, and my father had no idea why I was so excited to meet this elderly, elfin man.

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Of course, real jobs, marriage and kids have greatly curtailed my late night viewing habit. But just knowing that Dave was there if I needed him was comforting. Hard to believe it’s been 33 years.

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Good night, Dave. Good night, Paul. Good night, Guy Under the Seats… and thanks a million for a million laughs.

In this photo provided by CBS, David Letterman, host of the “Late Show with David Letterman,” waves to the audience in New York on Thursday, April 3, 2014, after announcing that he will retire sometime in 2015. Letterman, who turns 67 next week, has the longest tenure of any late-night talk show host in U.S. television history, already marking 32 years since he created "Late Night" at NBC in 1982. (AP Photo/CBS, Jeffrey R. Staab) MANDATORY CREDIT, NO SALES, NO ARCHIVE, FOR NORTH AMERICAN USE ONLY

In this photo provided by CBS, David Letterman, host of the “Late Show with David Letterman,” waves to the audience in New York on Thursday, April 3, 2014, after announcing that he will retire sometime in 2015. Letterman, who turns 67 next week, has the longest tenure of any late-night talk show host in U.S. television history, already marking 32 years since he created “Late Night” at NBC in 1982. (AP Photo/CBS, Jeffrey R. Staab) MANDATORY CREDIT, NO SALES, NO ARCHIVE, FOR NORTH AMERICAN USE ONLY

 

 

 

Why is Dre such a Jerk? Beats me!

Here’s another guest post from dubbatrubba.com’s most avid (and probably only) reader, Mookie: 

Is Dr. Dre the “Jerk” of this generation?

I say YES.
I recently got a pair of Power Beats by Dre which I use for music at the gym, podcasts and music all day at work and handsfree phone for the car. They are fantastic! Can’t imagine going back to the sub-par wired headphones I got with my iPhone. So what’s the problem, you say?

I rely on my Beats so much that I’ve noticed I have tinnitus now (that lovely constant ringing in my ears). Not from cranking up the volume to 11, mind you. Just normal listening levels, well below the levels you experience when you hear loud music and realize it’s some guy 35 feet away with headphones on. That’s the kind of volume that makes me jump online and look to buy stock in Miracle Ear.

The reason this makes Dre a Jerk? One word. OPTIGRAB.

That’s right the famous case of People vs Johnson, Navin R.
Steve Martin’s character in the 1979 classic The Jerk.

 

Once again I dip into my knowledge of crap classic movie with great quotes and memorable scenes for proof.

Exhibit A:
Both born a poor black child.

Exhibit B:
Both have a “Special Purpose”

Exhibit C:
Dre allegedly has water dispensers filled with wine near their tennis court, and cup dispensers with fine crystal wine glasses in them. Just like Navin Johnson.

Exhibit D and the most damning evidence:
Like Optigrab, Beats products are incredible devices you can’t live without – yet they cause physical harm. Although the evidence hasn’t been released, it’s rumored Carl Reiner is a victim in both incidents. His inability to hear cues and exclaim “CUT” during the filming of his latest movie has been rumored to cause horrible injury and loss of life from avoidable accidents on set.

Join Carl Reiner and me in a class action suit against Dr Dre and his Beat products.

This Jerk must be stopped!

 

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