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Regarding my previous mention of Save Ferris’s kosher take on “Christmas Wrapping”: until the end of Thursday, 12/23 (when the file gets overwritten), you can find it on minute 21:59 of this mp3 (followed immediately by Atom & His Package singing about the International Jewish Conspiracy, called “What WE do on Christmas”). You can also hear SF’s cover of "Father Christmas"—which is better than the original—on minute 8:19 of this mp3.
There actually is an International Jewish Conspiracy, which I learned from Think You’re the Only One?: Oddball Groups Where Outsiders Fit In. I plug this book for three reasons: 1) the author, Seth Brown, went to school with many DW readers, 2) all you fans of the Post will be thrilled to know that the book was largely inspired by the Style Invitational Losers, frequent contributors to the Post’s weekly “Style Invitational” and 3) Seth Brown was also made famous in Gene Weingarten’s column when he and his roommate came down with scurvy. Anyone who catches a 16th century sailors’ disease deserves to have his book bought (available only at Barnes & Noble, sadly); alternately, you can visit his webpage and buy him a lime.
Since Luna is breaking up, many of you are no doubt wondering how their last show ever in D.C. went…but I can’t tell you, because I don’t give a figgy pudding about Luna and passed up several invitations to go.
Instead I went to Poetry for the People Baltimore’s 2004 People’s Poetry Awards. Now let me be clear, what I witnessed I can not call poetry—not really, for reasons that are too academic, elitist, and (let’s face it) white to go into (it doesn’t live on the page, relies too much on performance and the “I,” lacks concrete imagery, relies to a fault on near-rhyme, etc., etc.). But it was art, and I got to hear words truly at play (“play” here meaning “to play around,” but also as in “let’s put on a show,” and as in Derrida’s sense of differance). An example from Ad-Lib: “I hang my poems from the side of a bridge / You know: a suspended sentence.”
What was especially nice (especially after hanging out for 4.5 years with sardonic grad students trying to land professorships) was being around people who described poetry not as a job or craft, but as an essential survival mechanism. So if you like the particular marriage of poetry and hip-hop known as slam poetry, spoken word, performance poetry, or just spitting, this was the place to be. Names to drop: Dri Fish, Native Son, E. the poet-emcee, Archie the Messenger, and JaHipster (many of whom appear at Warm Wednesdays). Olu Butterfly didn’t live up to her hype, but Ad-Lib was true to his name, incorporating into his acceptance spit a tribute to, then trump of, all the other awardees. And it’s not just a “black thing”: one of the best works of the night (and the closest thing to my aforementioned oppressively normative standards of poetry) came from an Anglo named Grandma Dave who runs a Monday slam at Xando by the Hopkins Homewood Campus.
No TYSBLTRN this post. Instead, I’m wondering what your favorite winter tracks are. Holiday-wise, you already know my feelings about The Pogues’ “Fairytale of New York” (which The City on Film do an OK job of covering on the second My Pal God holiday comp; try minute 51:05 of this mp3, and check out Harvey Danger’s great "Sometimes You Have to Work on Christmas" just before it). But in terms of secular songs about winter, my vote goes to The Virgin-Whore Complex’s cover of "The Coldest Night of the Year." Any other nominees?
After reading this post on Talking Points Memo something stood out at me:
That's too bad. Because without aggressive, outside-the-box thinking and action, this will all go very badly. The same-old-same-old mix of press conferences and reports and 'coalitions' won't amount to anything.
This has been rattling around my head for some time now. Basically, I just don't understand what JMM calls the "same-old-same-old mix" of public relations, coalitions, visibility work, etc. I never have. To me they embody an approach that has never worked. The dirty little secret of advertising (feel free to disagree, Dwight) is that it isn't effective: most consumer advertising can, at best, shave off a few people from using another product and onto yours. But brand identities, now more than ever, are losing steam. Advertising is notoriously bad at getting people to purchase a product they have no interest in already.
In the past, purchasing a "brand" product meant the security and safety of getting the best. Buying a box of Tide meant buying the cleanest clothes. Now, instead, the marketplace is ruled by price. If I see a generic version of a product (and Consumer Reports agrees with me) then I'll pick it up instead.
But back to politics.
Tons of work is done every day by different groups on the left, about labor, the environment, health care, etc. Many of the groups are somewhat duplicative of each other, and so often form "coalitions" to advance their agendas. Many also have in-house lobbying shops to help move friendly legislation forward. A large amount of money then, is raised to be spent on public relations to convince the news media to treat particular issues as "news", which will in turn raise public "awareness" which will then create "pressure" on legislators to alter the laws (or keep them!) on the books.
To some extent, this has worked in the past. But in many cases, it doesn't. And increasingly, the cases where it doesn't seem to be on our side. The large demonstration marches from before the Iraq War began are a great case in point: tons of people mobilized from around the country to travel to D.C. to show the world America was having second thoughts about going to war.
Yet we did.
More importantly, many Democrats felt at the time that failure to support the war was political suicide. Think about that. Now, of course, everyone and their cousin says things in Iraq are "going badly". Yet if anyone had painted an exact picture of where we are today, two years ago, many would've said the person was crazy. The surprise, of course, shouldn't be that the war has gone badly. The surprise should be that so many people thought it would go so well. This isn't a failure of evidence: all the evidence was there. It's a failure of public relations.
What do I mean? Well, simply put, legislators often need "cover" to vote for a certain measure. If public support is against a particular issue, legislators can claim they are acting as their constituents wish. (Yes, yes, we live in a republic, not a democracy, and no one polls their actual district, anyway, but ignore all that.) Democrats, as a party, failed to provide cover for the vote on the war in Iraq.
Sure, I hear you saying, but it was political suicide. Nonsense, I say. The risks were there...but the real risk was in acting timid. Americans aren't able to judge facts well. This is at the heart of the problem. Most Democratic organizations seem to feel that if we come up with a list of the reasons for something being bad or good, that the public will agree with us. It's not the message, guys, it's the messenger.
Americans love a straight shooter. When Rummy's popularity soared after 9/11, it was because he held news conferences daily and gave straightforward answers. Bush, by contrast, has dropped each time he's gone on the air because he can't give a straight answer. How does this affect Democratic P.R.? Well, forming a "coalition" sounds grand, but accomplishes little. So does having a march. Or issuing a "press release" and desperately trying to get the news media to pick it up and turn it into "a story".
Instead, we need to have people tell things like they really are. Let's ask the simplistic questions: "are you for Social Security?" "are you for working folks?" "are you for Medicare?" Yes, these questions shouldn't be boiled down to yes/no propositions. But they must, because we need to frame the GOP as it really is: the party against Social Security, against working families, against Medicare. Let's also ask another important question: are you for the federal debt? Democrats need to start pounding down a simple meme: socially liberal, fiscally conservative.
On the p.r. front we need to start taking plays from the other side. GOP Astroturf is rampant in the print world. Let's make it easier to write letters to the editor. The FCC was recently punked by the "Parent's Television Council" to the tune of almost 100% of its complaints. We need to do the same.
Almost all of our recent success have come through internet campaigns like the one to boycott Sinclair. We didn't need press releases. We just needed properly channeled outrage. There are tons of things we are already outraged about. So let's start channeling...
I probably should've worn a hat today.
Until my ears warm up, enjoy these delicious floating logos. Yes, you've probably seen them already.
Of course, almost no snow and a high of 28 isn't exactly heartwarming...
The district in the snow is breathtaking.
I’m more than a little ashamed to post twice in one day (my bad, Edward!). But in my last entry I mentioned Winterbrief, erroneously thinking I’d reviewed them before…which I hadn’t. So let me correct that oversight…
Now that I’m cramming previously burned CDs into my work iMac, I’m listening to many of them all the way through for the first time. One of the nice surprises arising out of this process is my rediscovery of Complaints from the Leisure Class. Though it came out years ago (early 2000), in the last two weeks it’s retaken hold of my imagination and my playlists.
Naturally, this makes it a dated, but still vital, Track You Should Be Listening To Right Now. Another in the line of dark synthpop tunes I’ve been recently obsessed with, “Me and P. St. Beach” gets the prize for aggressive lyrics about the push and pull of violent urges. Among the lyrics Jan sings: “Describe to you all my future scenes / All to prepare you for the slaughter / When you get carried away / I will get carried away” and “If I could live out my dreams / I would show you how I define affection” and “Let me take you to a park in my city / Through the trees you’d never know what’s there / Where I’ll recount my many violent fantasies...What I want is too much for me / So I never get much of what I want,” and finally “How can this be love? / If I haven’t held you from the inside?” Yet it’s all wrapped up in happy bleeps and bloops, with Julian backing on the “Yeah, yeah”s…but also on the “Kill me, love me”s. I don’t quite have my head around this track yet, and I still can’t make out (or find on the Internet) all the lyrics, but damn… (You deserve a prize if you can find audio files of “Me and P St. Beach” anywhere, but you can buy the album here or you can request it here.)
This is priceless:
Of course, knowing the Bush administration, whoever put up the sign will get a Presidential Freedom Medal tomorrow.
Nothing Nice to Say (NN2S to fans) was a guy named Mitch Clem’s webcomic about the punk world that served both as a useful primer on up-and-coming acts and as a spotter’s guide to the sects and foibles of the scene itself (hee hee…stupid crying emo kids). The especially strong (or cold) of heart could also read the antisocial, cripplingly depressive, near-suicidal blog that went along with the strip. (Doing so was basically the indie version of NASCAR racing—no matter what your ostensible reasons for reading, your inner snuff film enthusiast was waiting for a massive pile-up.) Unhappily, NN2S is now dead, or at least on hiatus, but give it a read anyway (and don’t let the occasional Bandwidth Limit Exceeded” message put you off. Fortunately, the blog goodness continues.
My brother, a DJ at 91.1 WBOR, likes to rag me because I’ve utterly ceased to rock. I wish I could say he’s wrong, but since August I’ve almost utterly succumbed to pure bubblegum pop, particularly of the danceable variety, and this has been reflected in my Tracks You Should Be Listening To Right Now.
Today’s suggestion is no exception: “Love Tragedy,” from Cover Up by the unfortunately named I am the World Trade Center, another no-longer-in-love duo. The critics dug this album for being deeper, more emotional, etc., etc. Here at TYSBLTRN, we have no patience for albums, but we will say “Love Tragedy” is engaging synthpop that really rides the left side of the keyboard for all it’s worth, giving a nice dark edge that rounds out the yearning, questioning lyrics. Play this back to back with the Delgados and Winterbrief (see previous reviews), make your drink a double, and see where the beat takes you. “Going Underground” is also worth a spin.
Hey, wait a minute, I’ve got Saves The Day’s “Jukebox Breakdown” on repeat in my iTunes! My brother’s an ignorant tool! (IATWTC and Saves The Day only have some downloads at their sites, so you’ll have to go to Amazon for the songs mentioned above, or request them here.)
I'm only going to say one thing about baseball shenanigans in DC.
Love it or hate it, requiring wealthy businesses to pay a couple thousand dollars in taxes isn't what I traditionally view as "public financing". So the usual arguments (which are correct!) about raising sales taxes and other regressive measures do not apply here. A wealthy firm, who just wants to be able to take its clients to a baseball game in DC, can afford 50 grand to help build the stadium it will primarily serve.
That's it. You know where I stand. The Post asks the same question today.
I got a library card on Monday. The main DC Public Library is less than a block from where I work.
I haven't had one since I was a kid. I remember going to our cool library "in the city" and getting tons of books to read.
When you think about it...giving ordinary people free access to information (libraries have computers now too!) is an amazing reflection of our culture. If we judge a society by its prisons, shouldn't we judge them by their libraries as well?
After purchasing my TiVo last year, I reveled in the fact that I could set it up to record 24, which seemed to always come on when I had something to do. I watched the first few episodes of 24 on time, and then set up my TiVo to record the rest. Next, I proceeded to be busy for several weeks in a row. Before I knew it, I was hours behind and didn't want to devote the time to catching up. Besides, around hour 6 things seemed somewhat blah.
This weekend, in anticipation of season four starting in January, I watched the next 18 hours.
Damn.
I never should've stopped. Season three's intertwining plots were much better than the second season as soon as they got back to LA. The one episode where a "Kim and the Cougar" could have occurred ended up being great, because the writers had the foresight to give the girl a gun before they put her in mortal danger.
When the chief villain was busted with two hours to go, I thought things would slow down...but instead they got even better. In fact, the final hour was just as great as any other!
The only negative thing about the whole series was clearly the introduction of Chloe, a character who manages to make Jar-Jar Binks look sympathetic. Each scene Chloe appeared in was painful to watch, even the ones where other characters would helpfully point out "Chloe, I can't take much more of your attitude". If she appears in season four, I may have a meltdown.
With that said, go pick up the dvds. Once you get out of Mexico, things really heat up.
werkz advice: go see it in the theater.
The third Blade movie, Blade Trinity ventures in a new direction. The movie, like its predecessors, has plenty of action and vicious vampire fighting. Also, like the first two, the plot is mostly ancillary and nonsensical.
The primary difference is that, unlike the first two films, Blade Trinity is legitimately funny. Why? One guy: Ryan Reynolds. He basically wisecracks every moment he opens his mouth. At first, it's funny. Then you think he's overdoing it. Then you realize that it's pure genius. See the movie just to listen to his lines, which bode well for David Goyer's screenplay of Batman Begins.
Spin awards the top ten most properly rated bands of all time. My favorite is number three:
Blue Öyster Cult: The BÖC song everyone pays attention to is the suicide anthem “Don’t Fear the Reaper.” However, that song is stupid and doesn’t use enough cowbell. The BÖC song almost no one pays attention to is the pro-monster plod-athon “Godzilla,” and that song is spine- crushingly great. So, in the final analysis, Blue Öyster Cult is accurately rated—by accident. This happens on occasion; look at Scottie Pippen.
Be sure to read them all.
werkz advice: great. but will be just as good on the small screen.
Having had to suffer years of awful trailers for trashy movies made by Nickelodeon (Rugrats, Wild Thornberries, Jimmy Neutron, Rugrats Meet The Wild Thornberries, Jimmy Neutron Kicks The Crap Out Of The Rugrats, etc), I was surprised to discover a few months ago that they planned to make a Spongebob Squarepants movie. Unlike the other tripe on Nick, Spongebob Squarepants is actually an enjoyable show for all ages. It's more reliably interesting than the Fairly OddParents and it is more consistently funny than Rob Renzetti's brilliant My Life As A Teenage Robot..
The movie is basically just an extended episode of the show...which is more than enough reason to go see it. So stop reading this and go watch it!
Serenity, though delayed, apparently rocks.
so i'm listening to ian brown's version of 'thriller' (which is pretty sweet) and i realize that i haven't been able to access washpost today. anybody else have this problem? i need my fix, man...
Ah college radio…its charm is inextricably tied with its insufficiencies. Most of my cohorts and I thoroughly deserve this clip.
Before Hanukkah finishes up, I want to be sure to mention that Save Ferris has an unbelievable Jewish-slanted take on The Waitresses’ “Christmas Wrapping” (that “Merry Christmas! Merry Christmas! / But I think I'll miss this one this year” song). It’s on Kevin & Bean’s Last Christmas; since I can’t find a copy online I’ll try to play it next week and then link it here.
Nothing indicates the speed at which one is hurtling toward middle age than discovering the Track You Should Be Listening To Right Now, “Never Grow Old,” through the piped-in Muzak at a Borders. Fortunately, the next day I heard it coming from my roommate’s computer as we shot pool, then I arrived at my radio show to find the DJ who has the slot before me winding down with it, so I don’t feel nearly so lame. (Said DJ, by the way, is a high-schooler who’s both the son of another DJ and one of my former students. A sign of how cool he is: when his school had an Elvis Day for Spirit Week, he came dressed as Costello.)
So yes, Toots & the Maytals seem to be everywhere lately, and this track off True Love, with guest support from Terry Hall, U-Roy, and The Skatalites is just great. The question is: why? Not the lyrics, certainly (they are, in their entirety: “I will never grow old / I'll never grow old / 'Cause I walk and I walk / And I talk and I talk / I search until I found a way / I will never grow old / I'll never grow old / I'll never never never never never” and so forth). And musically it’s just old-school (skool?) ska—lots of horns on the melody with strings and drums keeping time on the offbeats. What carries it through is the overall rhythm, which is by definition bouncy and syncopated, and by the track’s sheer laid-back insistence. That’s not a contradiction in terms—rather, the repetition, slowly crescendoing, creates its own logic and its own systems of tension and release. The result is a track that just builds and builds, yet could go on forever without losing interest or intensity. It’s the logic that drives similar tunes like “Pressure Drop” (and Ravel’s “Bolero,” for that matter). Dust off your two-tone shoes, strap into some braces, and give it a spin. (Listen to “Never Grow Old” here or request it here.)

