Tracy Bryant – I’m Not There
Pulled from my Discover Weekly playlist on Spotify. This week actually had a number of songs I liked that I hadn’t heard before. It’s always kind of a crap shoot, this music selection by algorithm, so I usually don’t even check out that playlist. However this morning I didn’t have anything in mind that I wanted to listen to and I was curious what was in there.
Thanksgiving vacation is here so I’m off from work for a number of days and hopefully I can get a bit more time for a couple of posts that are lying around in limbo waiting for me to finish them.
Poi Dog Pondering – Ain’t No Stopping Us Now*
Not for the first time I have discovered myself in a video at a Poi show. I like to think I’m a good dancer. The video evidence suggests that may not be true. It doesn’t stop me from dancing, in fact I’m one of the people usually leading the charge. They’ve even created a new ticket category at the venue where Poi has been playing the last few years just for dancing. Only for their show. I checked the whole calendar and none of the other concerts had a dancing/standing ticket. I am pretty sure I have played a role in that.
*Original by McFadden & Whitehead
Local Natives – Dark Days
Can I send Mueller and his team a case of Red Bull or something? Energy bars? Sun lamps? I am willing to loan out my Happy Light for the cause.
A Tribe Called Quest – We the People
Still angry. Still tired.
Elvis Costello – Waiting for the End of the World
I’m feeling really fatalistic today. Fuck all these complicit fuckers in Congress who are hell bent on fucking over all the people who are just fucking trying to make a decent living in this fucking world.
Minutemen – Maybe Partying Will Help
For the past year, I have found it difficult to really crack the whip when it comes to my kids and things they should or should not be doing. I think they would say I am still a pretty strict parent and that I have high expectations. On the outside that is probably true. On the inside, however, I feel like there is so much we used to take for granted that is now in jeopardy and what good is it doing my kids to be told they can’t go here or do that? How important are good grades when financial aid budgets will be wiped out if the tax bill gets through?
I got really annoyed recently at something my daughter had done. I went to pick her up and she wasn’t where I expected her to be. Since teenagers now have their cellphones with them at all times it wasn’t like I was panicked because I couldn’t get a hold of her or that I was worried, really. She was with friends and they were nearby, but she had deviated from our agreed upon plan. And I had had to wait for her longer than I had wanted. I tried not to overreact, at least in front of her friends, because doing so usually doesn’t have the desired outcome. When it was just the two of us in the car I let her know I was annoyed and that I thought they had not been smart, but I restrained myself.
When I thought about it later that evening I realized that when I was her age, I did things that were pretty similar. Honestly, the things I was doing at her age were way riskier, much less smart, and I felt like they were perfectly fine. Of course parents are there to tell you why those things are dumb or dangerous, and kids are going to be clueless. The world was ever thus.
What’s different for me now is that I feel like there’s no way to predict what things will be like in another year or two. Everything feels tenuous at best and we’re all still holding on to this notion that what we are living through today is hopefully a blip. A really nasty speedbump on our way forward. The paranoid freaker in me is back there though, saying, live it up while you have the chance. Let the kids go to the football game on a school night without enough warm clothes on. Trump could insult Kim Jong-un on Twitter tomorrow and trigger a nuclear war. Life is crazy and stressful. Maybe partying will help.
No Vacation – Yam Yam
Once again I am too tired to write anything. I really hate falling asleep sitting on the sofa so here’s a quick video of a band I only just came across.
Talking Heads – Warning Sign
I have this one friend on Facebook who reposts things from his memories all the time. If you’re not on FB, it’s this feature that shows you what you posted on that day in years past. Reading these things now from a year, two years, or even longer ago is especially grim in our current circumstances. Yesterday he reposted a Tweet written by Andy Borowitz of The New Yorker which was incredibly prescient. Posted on Nov. 13, 2011, it said, “Be on the lookout for a mentally challenged pathological liar and sexual pervert. He could be the next GOP frontrunner.”
Stops you in your tracks. Some of us have been sounding the alarm for a long time and yet, here we are. I shudder to think where we might be a year from now. I read a couple of really depressing articles this week that just knock the wind out of you. Of course we keep fighting, keep resisting, but what about the gullible millions who are so angry and deluded that they steadfastly stand behind Der Orangeführer, no matter what? They’ve been brainwashed by Fox News and simply reject facts, truth, or expertise of any kind. You can not reason with them or explain anything to them that doesn’t fit into the narrow view they allow themselves to operate in. I know we outnumber them but they are not going anywhere any time soon and the Kochs and Mercers of this world will continue to feed the beast with their billions.
Johnny Marr – Easy Money
Johnny Marr is coming out with a third album. I’m not sure when or anything about it really, but I am here for it. I really liked The Messenger and Playland, his previous two, so I have hope that it will be great and he’ll hit the road again.
It’s been just about three years since I saw him live and I would go again in a heartbeat. I don’t think I ever wrote about that show here but I did write it down at the time so I wouldn’t forget the details. Maybe I’ll resurrect that and make a post. I have a bunch of ideas for posts but then it gets to be night time and I’m tired and not focused enough to write what I want to write.
Chastity Belt – Something Else
I like the fuzz on this one.