Category: Music

  • Oh My God, Jars Of Clay!

    I’ve always admired and enjoyed the music of the guys from Jars Of Clay.

    I stumbled onto Jars back in 1994, when I heard and fell in love with PFR’s pop masterpiece “Great Lengths”. If you love melodic pop, then you know what I mean about “Great Lengths”.
    I first saw Jars in concert in 1995 when they opened for PFR. I remember hearing “Flood” for the first time that night and my jaw hitting the floor. I couldn’t get that song out of my head for days!

    Here’s a blip of text from Wikipedia’s PFR page:

    PFR released their third album, Great Lengths in 1994 … The Great Lengths tour introduced a new band, Jars of Clay, who would become one of the most popular Christian groups to date, also enjoying great mainstream success.

    While the reference of “Christian” and “Mainstream/Secular” (as it relates to music) makes me throw up in my mouth a little, I must say that perhaps the best thing about both PFR and Jars was that neither really sounded like the “Christian” music that was played in the mid-90’s. By this, I mean, if you heard it on a Contemporary Christian radio station in 1995 (in between a male artist with three names — Michael W. Smith, Steven Curtis Chapman, Phillips Craig & Dean etc.), you would be pleasantly surprised and in my case, shocked. These were guys that happened to be Christ-followers (and didn’t hide it or seem to live otherwise) that made very, very good music. Not the first to do so, but in my opinion, the first in quite some time!

    If you haven’t heard it, I highly recommend picking up a copy of Jars’ self-titled CD along with PFR’s Great Lengths.

    While PFR rode off into the sunset, Jars of Clay is still making great alternative rock music today. Their latest, Good Monsters, is fantastic.

    I was especially moved by the lyrics to “Oh My God”. One particular line just won’t go away:

    “What makes me so badly bent?” Oooh, I have some friends that will agree with me that that lyric is powerful. Take a look at the rest:

    Oh My God

    Oh my God, look around this place
    Your fingers reach around the bone
    You set the break and set the tone
    Flights of grace, and future falls
    In present pain
    All fools say, “Oh my God”

    Oh my God, Why are we so afraid?
    We make it worse when we don’t bleed
    There is no cure for our disease
    Turn a phrase, and rise again
    Or fake your death and only tell your closest friend
    Oh my God.

    Oh my God, can I complain?
    You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief
    Weddings, boats and alibis
    All drift away, and a mother cries

    Liars and fools; sons and failures
    Thieves will always say
    Lost and found; ailing wanderers
    Healers always say
    Whores and angels; men with problems
    Leavers always say
    Broken hearted; separated
    Orphans always say
    War creators; racial haters
    Preachers always say
    Distant fathers; fallen warriors
    Givers always say
    Pilgrim saints; lonely widows
    Users always say
    Fearful mothers; watchful doubters
    Saviors always say

    Sometimes I cannot forgive
    And these days, mercy cuts so deep
    If the world was how it should be,
    Maybe I could get some sleep
    While I lay, I dream we’re better,
    Scales were gone and faces light
    When we wake, we hate our brother
    We still move to hurt each other
    Sometimes I can close my eyes,
    And all the fear that keeps me silent
    Falls below my heavy breathing,
    What makes me so badly bent?
    We all have a chance to murder
    We all feel the need for wonder
    We still want to be reminded
    That the pain is worth the plunder

    Sometimes when I lose my grip,
    I wonder what to make of heaven
    All the times I thought to reach up
    All the times I had to give in
    Babies underneath their beds
    Hospitals that cannot treat
    All the wounds that money causes
    All the comforts of cathedrals

    All the cries of thirsty children – this is our inheritance
    All the rage of watching mothers – this is our greatest offense

    Oh my God
    Oh my God

    Words and music by Dan Haseltine, Charlie Lowell, Stephen Mason, Matt Odmark

  • Kids & Lyrics

    prince-charming.jpgI have two boys, ages 13 and 10 and I’m very close to both of them.

    Even after a decade of being a dad, I’m still blown away at how intensely, and differently, I love them. I think about that quite a bit and plan on writing more about it here.

    My older son and his friends have me convinced that kids today are different in one particular way. It seems that kids today actually listen to the lyrics of songs. Maybe it’s just my son and his particular group of friends, but I’m hoping it’s because we have taught him that words mean things and garbage in = garbage out.

    This definitely wasn’t the case with me when I was his age. I’ve lost count on the times my wife and I will be riding in the car listening to the 70’s channel on XM and one of us will say, “Did you realize this song is about _______?” (fill in the blank with something bad, real bad)

    I spent much of my junior and senior years in high school listening to Adam And The Ants. I’m now 41 and am just realizing that Adam And The Ants spent much of their time trying to convince me that they were gay, dandy highwaymen.

    How did I not get that until now?

  • Mexican Americans

    Oh my, I remember this one from my childhood. It is still hilarious today!

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  • Old & Wise: The Wise Part

    They say that 40 is the new 30. How do I get in on that deal?

    Why is it that since I turned 40, I feel 40?

    This isn’t supposed to happen to me.

    It would be very easy to blab on and on about the unfortunate down side of middle-age, but no worries. I’m not going there.

    I’ve been thinking lately about the latter part of the phrase “Old and Wise”. I think part of gaining wisdom in age is simply the process of learning and coming to terms with who I am, exactly how God made me, what I’m particularly good at, and what I’m not-so-good at. And then (here’s the hard part) allowing myself to be absolutely fine with all of these things.

    There is no doubt in my mind that many people never get to “feeling fine” about these things.

    At 41, I’m really beginning to enjoy the peace that comes with “feeling fine” about some of the things I’m not-so-good at. For example:

    1. For whatever reason, I can’t spell the word “exercise”. And when I try to spell the word “specialty”, every single time I add an “i” near the end making it “speciality“. I think this latter defect has something to do with a fetish for Wallace and Grommit (“Windows are our speciality!” — did anyone get that?)
    2. For the life of me, I cannot easily open anything with a wrapper. Seriously. If it has a wrapper on it, don’t ask me to open it.
    3. If someone gives me a sticker, I either stick it on something immediately or hold on to it for years until I eventually do stick it somewhere. I have stickers people gave me 6 years ago and I can’t throw them away.
    4. Everything about my manhood does not want to tap my toe to The Dixie Chicks, but I must tap my toe and like pretty much anything The Dixie Chicks have ever recorded. (Note: Just like adding Hanson to my Top Musical Finds post, I realize I may lose friends over admitting to this …. and I’m ok with that too … you losers!)
    5. It’s becoming more and more possible every day that when I walk into a room to get something, once there I’ll have no idea what I’m there for. It’s getting so bad that sometimes when I finally remember and return to the room, I’ll do it again!
    6. I have to be careful not to shun people who put anything into a cup of black coffee. The good and evil battle in my head….”It’s ok if they like it that way”……”No! It’s just not right!”……”At least they are drinking coffee”……..”Blasphemy!”……Etc.
    7. For as good as I’ve become at Manic Multitasking Mode, which I do every day, I don’t know when to stop. No wonder I’m constantly “mind tired” and haven’t had a quality night of sleep in the last 15 years. I truly believe that the female brain is hard wired to support Manic Multitasking Mode. See what’s wrong with this picture?
    8. I’ve never been good at conforming to anyone or anything. This has been a major hurdle in my social and spiritual life.

    A few of these things are quirky, simple things that few people would stress or be uptight about. But, I’ve still enjoyed getting old enough to be ok with them. And I’ll never sit in therapy over my unexplained affection for stickers.

    Of course there are other, more substantive things like #8 above that I realize I certainly should not laugh off. These are the tougher things to come to terms with and I hope to make some strides this year on figuring out if I really want to make the effort to change them.

  • Top Musical Finds

    I’ve been wanting to do this post for quite some time and am glad to finally get it out to my faithful readership — all 7 of you. I love each and every one of you.

    It took me all of last year to rate all the songs in my music library. At the beginning of ’06 I had over 20,000 MP3 song files and after the year-long process of rating them, I was able to flush just over 5,000 of them. My current music library has just over 15,000 songs.

    Over the last several years I’ve read about and listened to hundreds of new bands. I guess seeking out great new music is like an ongoing easter egg hunt for me. The good news is, if you spend enough time looking … and trudging through a lot of crap and mediocrity … there really are some amazing bands making that glorious art of noise.

    Here are my top musical finds — my needles in today’s musical haystack:

    Mew
    Ben Folds
    Jason Falkner
    The Donnas
    Ok Go
    Owsley
    Angels and Airwaves
    Bleu
    Brendan Benson
    Willie Wisely
    Cherry Twister
    The Churchills
    The Rosenbergs
    Cosmic Rough Riders
    Edwin / Edwin & The Pressure
    Spiraling
    Gwen Mars
    Fountains Of Wayne
    The Frantics
    Guster
    Hanson
    India Arie
    Jellyfish
    Joe 90
    Kasabian
    Kevin Max
    Longwave
    Mayfield
    Prefab Sprout
    The Argument
    The Ark
    Rich Young Ruler
    Roger Joseph Manning Jr.
    Rooney
    The Soundtrack Of Our Lives
    Sugarbomb
    The Wondermints
    The Sugarplastic
    Taxiride
    The Tories

    Let me know if you would like specific album recommendations on any of these bands.

  • Worst Album Covers Of All Time

    I’ve found several lists of “Worst Album Covers” online. Here is my G-Rated list — enjoy!

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  • Foreigner Still Rocks

    I took a bunch of pictures from my phone at a recent Foreigner show at The House Of Blues in Cleveland. Here is the best one of the bunch.
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    What a great time and a great show! I thought without Lou Gramm it may be a disappointment, but the new lead singer was great — in fact I thought it was Steve Perry with the long, black straight hair.

    And for those of you who know me well, the answer is YES, I did tear up a bit on I Want To Know What Love Is.

  • Love Bomb, Side 2, Made My Day

    lovebomb.jpgIf the new “Long Live 80’s” page doesn’t make you want to grow your mullet back, here’s a more obscure blast from the past….

    If you haven’t heard Side 2 of The Tubes “Love Bomb”, you’re truly missing out on something special. It came on randomly in iTunes today and it made my day.

    AllMusic.com really butchers Love Bomb which I don’t think is fair. Yeah, dumb album cover but the unique thing about Love Bomb is Todd Rundgren’s production of the 9 songs on Side 2 that all flow magically into one another.

    This is a serious happy feet, toe tapping festival. And who wouldn’t get a charge out of a song called “Theme From A Wooly Place” that has Sam the Sham & The Pharaoh’s “Wooly Bully” coming out of the left speaker and The Percy Faith Orchestra’s “Theme From A Summer Place” coming out of the right…..and it sounds amazing.

    Todd and Fee, I salute you.

  • Old

    While doing some research for my recent Idol Familiarities post, I stumbled onto these pictures of Debbie Harry – Then and Now.

    We are getting old folks.

  • I Can Hear Music, Sweet Sweet Music

    There is no doubt that music is a big part of my life.

    I’m one of those people that while in conversation, when a random word or phrase is spoken, my brain will access a song lyric with those exact words. Depending on the setting, I often break into song right then. If it can’t be sung out loud, it’s always sung in my head. Although it’s never been admitted, I’m sure this drives my family crazy. I like to think that it’s something that my two boys (10 and 13) will always remember about their Dad. I just hope when they tell people about it, it’s not preceded with “One thing that drove me crazy about my Dad was…..” and if it is, I hope they add “I’ll never forget that about him”.

    I grew up in the 70’s so I would have to say this is my favorite decade of music. There is something amazingly wonderful about the memories of youth that make music from that time extra special.

    70s.gifI’m not sure when exactly my musical button was pushed, but I imagine it was sometime in ’72 or ’73 around age 8. I have to thank my oldest brother Dennis (10 years my senior) for filling the house with some amazing early 70’s music. I smile when I think about his LPs and 8-track tapes of The Carpenters, Blood Sweat & Tears, Chase and especially Chicago. In fact, if I had to choose one album that really ignited my love (obsession) for music it would be Chicago II. To this day, I know every single drum, horn, and vocal part in my head of that album. I’ll bet I’ve heard it 300 times – and it was a double album! I recently got a DVD-Audio surround sound copy of it for my car – heaven!

    “Hey Mom, where’s Dad?”
    “He’s out in the garage in his car again.”

    My first records were the ones that came on the back of cereal boxes. That was some pretty cool technology for back in the 70’s! I seem to remember having a record of “Sugar Sugar” by The Archies (which came on a box of Super Sugar Crisp – the cereal responsible for the birth of ADHD and a name they would NEVER use today), but “Sugar Sugar” came out in 1969 which means I was only 4 or 5 – perhaps it made another run in the early 70’s and made it onto the back of King Vitamin or Boo-Berry. I do remember the cereal box version of The Partridge Family’s “I Think I Love You”, but the standout cereal box record for me was a wonderful pop masterpiece called “Heartbeat It’s A Lovebeat” by The “we are trying really hard to be the Osmonds” DeFranco Family featuring Tony DeFranco (as Donnie). I played that cardboard record until the hard paper grooves wore off, then talked my Mom into buying me the actual vinyl 45. I love that song to this day!

    By the mid-70’s, I was old enough to have a paper route. I saved up all my paper route money to buy my first stereo from Radio Shack (my audiophile paradise in 1976). It was a Realistic Receiver/Cassette combo – a honking huge, heavy box with large dials and a built-in cassette player, 2 Radio Shack speakers, and a Technics turntable. I’m telling you, I was in 7th grade utopia with that setup. I can only imagine how many needles I went through … especially in the later 70’s playing many of my records backwards to listen for hidden Satanic messages. Unfortunately, all I ever heard, and just one time, was “Satan banana banana banana Satan” – it was pretty scary.

    I remember my first record purchase. It was at Sears and I bought the following:

    1. The Sweet (Featuring Blockbuster and Little Willy)
    2. Van Halen – Self Titled
    3. Barry Manilow – Even Now

    No kidding. And I loved all three of those albums.

    I still do.

    Today, I have thousands of 70’s songs in my music collection and to single out favorites is difficult, but here are a few. I’ll add comments to these as I have time…

    My Sharona – The Knack

    It’s hard to believe that it will soon be 30 years since this song owned the #1 spot in the charts for what seemed like the entire summer of 1979. My fondest memory of My Sharona is it’s long run at #1. In Cleveland, Casey Kasem’s Top 40 Countdown radio show always started at 9am and ran until Noon on Sunday mornings. As soon as church was done on Sundays around 11:45 I would get the car keys from my Dad and run out to the car to see if My Sharona was still #1. Now that I know what My Sharona is about, how comical that I was running out of church to listen to it!

    Midnight At The Oasis – Maria Muldaur

    I have a very strong memory of riding in my brother’s car and hearing this song on the car radio. It was 1974 – I was 8 and my brother Dennis was 18. Green Pontiac Ventura.

    Undercover Angel – Alan O’Day
    Shakedown Cruise – Jay Ferguson
    Lonely Boy – Andrew Gold
    Daniel – Elton John
    Heart of Glass – Blondie
    Get Down – Gilbert O’Sullivan
    Rock On – David Essex
    Little Willy – The Sweet
    Heartbeat It’s A Lovebeat – The Defranco Family
    Nights In White Satin – The Moody Blues
    I’m Not In Love – 10cc
    Magic – Pilot
    Shannon – Henry Gross
    Frankenstein – Edgar Winter Group
    Run To Me – Bee Gees
    Make Me Smile – Chicago
    Space Oddity – David Bowie
    Help Me – Joni Mitchell
    Hello It’s Me – Todd Rundgren

    More soon…