Tuesday, May 27, 2008

I'm psyched!

Image nicked from Ear X-tacy page.

It's going to be a rough week, so this will be well-deserved rest and relaxation.

Also, there's a comic show this weekend, plus one of the best church yard sales in the city.

If I can just keep from going insane until then.

I think I'm crazy...

I want to do this.

Clearly, I am insane.

RIP Utah Phillips



Wednesday, May 14, 2008

It's Ride Your Bike to Work Week!

I know it's Wednesday, but there's still time to participate!

Details here.

And if you need to ride the bus part of the way, use the bike rack!

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

My Political Thought of the Moment....

One week from today could very well be the first Kentucky Democratic primary where my vote actually matters in the decision. Our primary is so late that usually the nominee has all but declared victory. I got kind of excited about that possibility in the early primaries, when it started to look like the contest between Obama and Clinton would not be quickly or easily decided.

Now we're a week away from the primary. Even though he's pulling ahead in all the counts, every state is being watched and analyzed, poked and prodded, polled and sampled, looking for signs not only how the race to the nomination will go, but how things might play out in the fall. And I'm so freaking tired of it all.

I've gone from wanting my primary vote to really matter in the overall scheme of things to wishing that Clinton would see the writing on the wall and bow out gracefully. I'm willing to give up my one chance of a primary vote on something that isn't a done deal for a few extra weeks for the nominee to pull a fractured party together and get ready for the convention and November. I'll gladly trade my moment in the sun to help improve the party's chances at winning in the fall.

I only wonder when/if Clinton will say the same thing. Hopefully sooner, rather than later.

Related: Keith went to see Obama last night. (I had to work late.) He came home positively glowing. It's time to start focusing on the general election, people.

Friday, May 09, 2008

The Emmylou Countdown Starts NOW!

The new Emmylou Harris (aka The Goddess of Music) CD goes on sale in about a month, so I'm starting the Eddie-torial countdown. Needless to say, I am so psyched about this and absolutely cannot wait. (I'm debating taking the morning off on release day so that I can be at Ear X-tacy when it opens to get a copy. Seriously.)

All of the reviews I'm reading are glowing and what I've heard so far is fabulous.

So, to pass the time, I'm starting a countdown to release featuring highlights and some of my thoughts about songs and albums and such.

First up, the early years:

I suppose the whole Gram Parsons/Emmylou Harris story has become such a part of American music history that there's no need to recap the whole thing. I do wish that more of it had been captured on film. There's simply not enough video record out there of the two of them singing together.

Even though it's his show, you can see and hear so much in her performances that speak to the performer and artist that she will become--especially those warm, achingly beautiful harmonies. I don't care who she sings with, she has such a way of elevating others' performances and adding such richness and depth with her harmonies, but she does it without ever taking over or stealing the show.

I'm not normally one for YouTube photo montages, but this one has such great shots of the two of them, plus some performance clips that I can't resist it. It's one of my favorite songs from the Gram/Emmy era:

Parsons is such a cutie in those old pics, that it almost makes you wonder what he'd look like had he lived. Would he have the rugged, survived-the-hard-life handsomeness of Kris Kristofferson?

Or the perennial hit-by-several-speeding-trains-simultaneously, lucky-to-be-alive-and-upright look of Keith Richards?

Of all the artists who have self-destructed way too early, there are only two that make me ponder the loss and imagine what might have been every single time I hear one of their songs. Parsons is one. Janis Joplin is the other.

I think that knowing what Emmylou's career has been is part of what makes me ponder what would have happened to Parsons. It's probably inevitable that she would have gone solo. She simply has too much talent not to. But would it have been a graceful parting? What would he have done post-Emmylou?

Of course, the flip side to that is what would her solo career have looked like if he were still around? She typically included a Parsons tune or two on her early albums. Would she have felt that need to keep his music alive if he were around to do it? Would she have done more songwriting in her early solo career? Would she have always made such interesting musical choices? Or would she have broken away from his influence and gone in a totally different and unexpected direction? Would we still have such a rich catalog of Emmylou Harris albums? Regardless of how differently things might have played out for her, one thing is for sure: it would have been worth listening to. Parsons may have helped her refine her talent, but her innate musicality was there from the beginning.

As for Parsons, I'd like to think that with the rise of the Americana and alt-country movements of the past ten years or so, he would have enjoyed a career resurgence on his own, which would have led to the inevitable Parsons/Harris reunion album.

One thing we wouldn't have, though, is this song, which she wrote after his passing. It rips my heart out every time I hear it.

Next time: My first Emmylou Harris album!

I am the nightlife!

According the standard geek-scale, I have a real low threshold for quality in my super-hero movies--I loved both the last Clooney Batman and Catwowan, after all.

There's just something about those movies that don't take themselves or their source material too bloody seriously that appeals to me. I can see some elements of that in the Iron Man previews I've seen, so I'm looking forward to seeing it. (Maybe this weekend...)

In the meantime, there's this:

Thursday, May 01, 2008

Totally stolen from today's Journalista!

Animation is about the only thing that can make a Chick tract more bizarre and creepy than it already was:

Mood Music

You figure out the mood.

Leonard Cohen, Hallelujah