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Parallel Perks


Imagine, if you will, the mischievous smirk I witnessed on the face of a young woman this evening as she watched her significant other attempt to parallel park on 10th Street in Santa Monica.  She was quite amused by his ineptitude.  I laughed (and smirked myself) at her good humour.  He was not a good parallel park-er.

Cloud Neon


My mother, predictably, seems to like the pictures I take with my iPhone.  Apparently I set up her picasaweb / google email address to notify her when I upload new pictures automatically.  So, now, every time I upload a new one, I get an email from her talking about them.  I can’t even remember what I uploaded last, most times.  Anyway, this is one of the cooler ones I took the other day.  I thought I’d share it here.

Andrew Bird

I attended the Andrew Bird show on Wednesday evening.  It was a really great time.  Their opener was a banimg_0911d called Lonely, Dear who was also awesome.  I’m not quite sure how to describe the opener.  They are from Sweden and used strange noises in harmony to great effect.  I couldn’t tell much about the lyrics, but they sounded very cool and original.  I am beginning to appreciate hip, original music all the more lately.  The classic four-man rock band seeming a bit overdone, if that makes sense.

The crowd was…excellent.  I saw more girls that I was attracted to in one location than I think I have ever seen.  Basically, they were hip without overdoing it and cute without trying types.  Curly hair, thoughtful eyes, many pairs of horn-rim glasses.  I wasn’t quite sure what to do with myself in that context.  I sat next to this terribly cute couple.  They were probably five years older than me or so.  The woman was pregnant and the guy looked like a more athletic version of me…predictably, in five years.  Anyway, we chatted a good chunk of the time music wasn’t being played.  Seems her brother-in-law is considering becoming a patent attorney, so we chatted about that a bit.img_0914

The Orpheum Theatre was also impressive. The venue is, obviously, very old.  Though, the interior appears to have been completely redone in the last several years.  It was a small, acoustically-pleasing venue.  There are at least two bars, the original from the 30s or so and a newer bar upstairs that included a huge wall-projection of the stage along with suitable sound system so if you step out for a drink you don’t miss a minute of the show or music.  I look forward to the chance to return to the venue for other shows in the future!

Andrew was predictably amazing.  I always appreciate watching and listening to a musician who is good at his craft.  Andrew is that and creates interesting music as well.  Often, the “best” music is also the most predictable, boring or… overstated, shall we say.  He is an excellent lyricist, whistler and violinist.  It makes for an unusual (see above) combination.  He brings it all together so well.  He used a serious amount of looping his own whistling, violin and voice.  He also used a strange spinning speaker-system (seen in the picture below) to add a Doppler effect to much of the looped sound.  All this showmanship came off with appropriate humility and aplomb.  Anyway, it was one of the more fun shows for me in a while.


Some Musicology?

I attended Opera at the Grand.

The Grand, by the way, is a super-cool theatre.  It’s obviously from the 30s and very art-deco, despite the fact that it is relatively small. It comes from a time when people cared about the appearance of such things beyond is it “clean” and is it “functional.”  I still need to take that Art Deco Los Angeles Tour one of these Saturdays.  If only it didn’t require me to go… downtown on a non-work-day.  Ugh.

Moving on. . . I went to see an old friend sing.  Well, she’d laugh at that.  I went to see a friend sing.  I’ve known her a long time, relatively speaking — almost 13 years.  For someone who’s 29, thats a goodly chunk of life.

Not a great picture I took there, eh?  She’s on the left being dramatic.  Oh well, she was phenominal — not that I’m any real judge of operatic talent.  Either way, I was impressed and the little I do know tells me that she was a more powerful singer than all of the other participants.  And, call me partial, but the mezzos tend to have richer voices than anyone but a seriously solid baritone.  Maybe it’s just the vocal range in that register of the throat (given one’s natural range as male or female).

Anyway, she sung the Flower Duet from Lakme by Leo Delibes.  I was blown away.  Sometime in 2001 or 2002 was the last time I heard that.  I used to own a CD called The Best Opera Album in the World . . . Ever! that included this and many other songs.  The CD was given to me by the friend who I went to see (and hear) sing.  Somewhere along the line we both lost that CD.  So, I went and found it again.  Spending a whopping $2.98 on a CD was rough, but I got it a few days ago.  Here it is:

To it’s credit, it is a pretty great opera album.  It’s sort of a “greatest hits” from all the big names plus a few no-names that have some excellent songs, like Leo Delibes.

Anyway, I was impressed with my friend.  She’s performing this weekend at the Metropolitan Opera’s Regional Auditions.  She talks it down (to keep herself from getting too nervous), but I know it’s a big deal for her to even be in it.  It’d be an even bigger deal if she makes it.

I hope she does well.  Somehow, make it or not, I know she will.

In other news, there was a small reception afterward.  It was nice to see her, but it was also depressing to me to see these small paintings in this gallery.  I sat and stared at a few for quite a while.  For personal reasons, several were quite depressing.  This one in particular:

I’ll be safe

I decided to remove the last post.  I’m happy with it, but I think it is probably best left unsaid.

Kierkegaard, Tipping Points & Ronald Reagan

Well, I’m still reading Soren Kierkegaard: A Biography. It’s a beast to get through.

Large chapters dedicated to each year of Kierkegaard’s life.  It’s some dense reading, but I’m loving it.  I’ve been learning things things about Soren’s father, brother & fiance (subsequently his ex-fiance).  It is also interesting that the author notes that Kierkegaard actively cultured an image later in his life in an attempt to present a particular person as Kierkegaard to posterity.  For example, he was less-than-devoted as a Christian in his youth.  He was by no means “wild,” but he was immature, slothful and spent far too much of his father’s money.  Essentially, he was a rich, spoiled brat.  I knew/known a few of those.

My “book club” is also in the midst of reading The Tipping Point…well, I should say, I’m in the midst of reading.  The rest of the poor group are on pages 0, 25 and 80 respectively.  Anyway, it’s a book about the way in which epidemics start.  He pulls data from all types of areas from sexually transmitted diseases to the Hush Puppies craze.

It’s starts out very strong and interesting, identifying types of individuals and the various ways they influence others.  For example, some people simpley “know” alot of people.  These people are great at putting people in touch with others, but generally they don’t often influence these people very effectively because they are “loose” connections.  Others influence people heavily, but don’t know as many people.  Still others have a great deal of information, but are typically poor influencers.    Anyway, after that, the book drifted into cognative theory in discussing children’s shows such as Sesame Street and Blue’s Clues.  It kinda lost me at that point.  Anyway, I’m going to make myself get through it.

Finally, I’m going to suggest to the book club that we read The White House Mess next.  I gather that it’s good stuff.  In point of fact, it is set in 1988 and Ronald Reagan sits in his PJs in the Oval Office and refuses to leave the White House.  I’ve never read Christopher Buckley before, but I’ve heard a few people tell me he’s great.  I’ve, obviously, seen Thank You For Smoking.  I thought that one was pretty great.  So, I figure another book by the same guy should be alright.  Besides, I’ve also heard he’s got a heck of a vocabulary, which should be good for me.

In other news, I’m tired now.  I’m going to finish watching The Wendal Baker Story.

Wow, just… wow.

Ok, I’ve been busy.

I have had three nights in the past two weeks past midnight.  So, needless to say, I haven’t been posting.

In other news, I think I’ve decided on a Halloween costume.

I hope its a big hit.

Weezer – The how and why?

Weezer.  A band that for many people of approximately 25-31 conjures up images of middle school to high school listening to “Say it Ain’t So” while riding in a car to some destination of young fantastical (only in our minds) whimsy.  Similarly, the name Weezer conjures images of the greatness of the infamous second album, Pinkerton.  I’ve been developing a theory for the last few weeks as to why individuals of approximately my age enjoyed Pinkerton so much.  Please bear with me while I elucidate.

Weezer found a place in many of our hearts based on their first self-titled album.  The album caught us at the precise moment many of us were coming down from the Nirvana high of angst, anger and confusion.  The songs on that first album were all upbeat, all positive, all slightly-nauseating reminders of some false mental image of idealism that one has as a young person.  The most negative song on the album is “Say it Ain’t So” that describes his step-father’s drunkenness in such sweet tones that almost no one knows or remembers what it’s actually about.  It’s also hidden between songs about comimg “Undone” (whatever that means to a 16 year-old-kid), the Beach Boy’s Esque “Surf Wax America,” hanging out “In the Garage” with your friends and a “Holiday” on the beach somewhere they don’t speak English.  Any confusion caused by “Say it Aint’ So” is quickly forgotten after a healthy consideration (over and over and over) of the 38 minute album as a whole.  One is want to repeat albums many times when one is so young and impressionable.  Kids my age loved this album.  We ate it up.  It had panache.  It was catchy.  It had just enough substance to keep us listening for more than a few goes-round. I, personally, think that the Blue Album is probably one of the best albums of the 90’s.  Incidentally, I think Nirvana (who influenced Rivers Cuomo) and Foo Fighters created some of the other best albums of the ’90’s.

This first album, so goes my theory, is one of the main reasons why we all remember Pinkerton with such affection.  The Blue Album so had our attention that when River’s & Co. followed it up only 2 years later, we were ready to be filled with the joyous hook-pop we’d all been exposed to the first time around.  But, oh no, this time Rivers had a surprise for us–real emotion.  From the first song, “Tired of Sex,” the listener knows that this is no Blue Album.  Pinkerton is a dramatic shift in topic and emotion from bubble-gum rock to topics like: falling in love with a homosexual girl (“Pink Triangle), receiving a heartfelt letter from 4000 miles away (“Across the Sea“), hoping for love, instead of simply sex (“Tired of Sex“), dealing with an extended hospital stay (“The Good Life“), trying to figure out how to convince a friend to try a relationship with you (“El Scorcho“) and perhaps the most dramatic of Pucini’s operas, and in particular the abandonment of a lovely, caring woman (“Butterfly“).  This last song is, essentially, the title track of the album.

The amazing thing was that we were all unprepared or, perhaps, perfectly prepared to be introduced to these complex emotions.  Ordinarily, the album would not have caught our collective attention.  In fact, I think had we heard most of these songs on the radio, we’d have quickly turned the dial.  There was a reason that “El Scorcho” was the only single on the album.  However, it was Weezer.  This was the band we knew and loved so well from just two summers earlier.  The entire Weezer fan base collectively inserted those CD’s into their CD players and took the time necessary to listen to these complex, messy, thoughtful songs precisely because they had so loved the simple, happy, thoughtless songs two years before.  Those of us who stuck with the album for a bit realized that Rivers was a thoughtful guy, that these songs were so much better than the first album… in quite a different and previously-inexperienced way and that in the end, we would all like this album so much more than the first.  I think, years later, that we’re all listening to people so heavily influenced by Pinkerton that it’s amazing.  Bands like Jimmy Eat World and Death Cab for Cutie are precise follow-ups to both albums.  In some ways, they’re vast improvements.  How unfortunate.

The sad path of Weezer post-Pinkerton is well-known.  They’ve failed to really find a main-stream audience in almost 10 years.  My thought on this is that River’s response to the critical acclaim and lack of public approval of Pinkerton was to, first, disappear for five years.  Once Weezer finally put out a third album it was rushed and an attempt to run back to the happy innocence of the Blue Album.  We who had persisted in our love of Weezer weren’t fooled.  Next, River’s attempted some more introspection, but it still seemed cold and contrived.  To my ears, Make Believe was the closest they’ve come to Pinkerton-esque work (only on a few songs) and perhaps more importantly, the best they’ve been since Pinkerton.  Finally, the Red Album has some good things, but really falls short on multiple levels, notably allowing Brian Bell to sing.  While I think the band is, obviously, his as well it just doesn’t work for me.  The best songs on the album are the “bonus tracks” that apparently you only receive if you order the album online.  The thing these albums have in common is an inability to either find the original poppiness of the Blue Album or the heartfelt complexity expressed so eloquently in Pinkerton.  They all seem to find some middle ground, which is to say, no ground.

I have tickets to go see them, yet again.  All I hope for is for them to play all the songs from thost first two albums and “Peace” from Make Believe.  I’m sure they’ll throw in some stuff from the Red Album, I just hope its the two or three “bonus tracks” or “Heart Songs.”

What’s Wrong With You?

I was watching the Darjeeling Limited today and realized that it contains a line I always liked.  The Darjeeling Limited is, of course, a train, that is at least partially representative of the path of the characters’ lives.  The opening scene is of, presumably the main characters’ father, missing a train.  As you find out later, the father has died.  Early in the movie the brother’s train takes a wrong turn, much like the character’s lives already have, and their train must be righted.

My favorite line is uttered by Rita, an Indian woman working on the train played by the beautiful Amara Karan.


She has been taken advantage of (and incidentally has taken advantage of) Jack Whitman.  As he is kicked off the train, she poses a question to Jack.

“What’s wrong with you?”

Her inquiry is in response to the brother’s antics on the train up to that point in the movie.

Each of these brothers lives are off-track for one reason or another.  Jack Whitman is completely broken-hearted having just broken off his relationship with his girlfriend, played by Natalie PortmanFrancis Witman’s face and the rest of his body have been broken in a physical and visible way (he’s wearing bandages through most of the movie) by an automobile accident.  Peter Whitman is married and about to have a child, but is obviously very broken by the death of the three brother’s father.  They are also all self-absorbed, hurtful to one another and unable to cooporate.

The question posed to Jack is intentionally metaphorical and existential.  What is wrong with Jack?  Where are these brothers and what are they doing?  Each brother is lost along their spiritual journey.  Each is trying, in their own misguided ways, to find their way through this life.  Each is carrying emotional “baggage” conveniently represented by a large set of matched luggage.  The luggage previously belonged to their now-deceased father.  Each brother carries three or four pieces of the luggage.  Only when they are together is the entire set collected.  Each brother now carries a tangible small piece.  Of course, near the end of the film, the brothers must abandon their luggage in order to catch their train, no longer the Darjeeling Limited.

In a scene shortly after Rita’s question, the brothers push their father’s car out into the street during a flashback.  They inadvertently cut a large truck-driver off.  Peter yells at the driver out of the car door and he steps out of his truck in order to deliver a sound beating.  The brothers each in turn suggest, strongly that the man return to his truck.  He does.  This is the only scene, so far, in which the brothers work together.  A, relatively, positive outcome is the result.  You receive your first hint of the place in which they will find themselves.

In another of my favorite movies, De De asks Joe the same question.

“What’s wrong with you?”

“I don’t know.  I don’t… know.”

In the context of Joe Versus the Volcano, the question is clearly allegorical and existential as well.  Joe‘s soul is being destroyed by his repetitive, do-nothing job as a marketing assistant for a medical supply company.  His spiritual journey requires him to attempt his own suicide before he conquers his fear of death and overcomes his lack of love for life.  Joe meets the same girl three times over, but is only able to connect with the one who is willing to help him conquer his fear of death.  I always felt that the point of meeting the same girl three times before falling in love was that falling in love does not have much to do with the other individual, but more to do with your own state of mind.  In any event, he finds his spiritual peace in the context of his near-death and remains pessimistic, but with Patricia (the third incarnation of the same woman) by his side, he has positivity that contradicts, yet accepts and loves his character.

So, I ask you… and I often ask myself…

“What’s wrong with you?”

I don’t have an answer, yet, but I think its a very important question.

I want to post something… but I can’t.

Just know… “The opposite of sin is not virtue, but faith.”