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It’s Not Me, Honest

June 9th, 2009

According to the New York Times, 95% of blogs are abandoned. Anyone still checking here probably feels like this blog is one of them, but not so.

I have a lot to write about, but I’ve been having a bit of a hard time lately.

I promise to you all these topics, as soon as I’m able to bring myself to write again:

  • My review of Star Trek. I owe it to you after all the foreshadowing.
  • My response to Mike’s tagging of me about 5 or 6 months ago
  • A post about Rock 4 the Kids, something I am so very proud of, but haven’t spoken about here.

All this and more… soon. As soon as I can actually think and type and write again.

John General, Music, Rants, Television

Picture This, Only With Pretend Drums

April 5th, 2009

This is what it’s like when I try to play Rockband at my house. Lance just wants love, and it’s hard to be mad at him for that, but he’s constantly jumping in my lap or nuzzling my bass pedal foot while I’m trying to play. I’m sure I’ll have video at some point.

In the mean time, enjoy this video of a guy playing and petting his cat at the same time. I’ll be honest, the cat looks pretty happy!

John Music

No Apologies

January 17th, 2009

Except maybe to cello players.

I played viola, so I know your pain when it comes to repetitive parts in songs, though the viola part in Pachelbel’s Canon was nowhere near as bad as yours.

John Music

Classical Weirdness

November 30th, 2008

I played this song in an orchestra when I was younger, but I like this version better. Maybe because I’m on painkillers.

Is it wrong that I love that the Muppets are web-aware?

John Music

Violin Rock

November 23rd, 2008

In addition to loving this for the choice of two of my favourite songs (Owner of a Lonely Heart by Yes and Smooth Criminal by Michael Jackson), I love this because it is truly a very impressive display of violin playing.

John Music

Musical Journey Through (and Including) Time

June 8th, 2008

Tonight we went to the TSO and had a fantastic time. The program included 3 violin concertos by Jacques Israelievitch, and it was really great.

After leaving the concert was over, we had a lovely dinner, and were walking along Queen Street toward Yonge Street. As we approached Nathan Phillips Square, we heard music and a crowd. This wasn’t surprising given that this weekend was Luminato. I didn’t know what the program was supposed to be at this location, but from the sounds of it, it was popular.

As we got closer, Timmi suddenly perked up and said she knew the song, “It’s ‘The Bird’ - by Morris Day and the Time!”

I couldn’t quite make out the song myself, but I sort of grunted non-committally. Timmi, who had been walking slowly because of her flippy floppy shoes, sped up and said, “It is! It’s Morris Day and the Time! Hurry up!”

I could hear the song now, and admittedly, it DID sound like Morris Day and the Time, but I thought, there’s no way they’re just playing randomly at Nathan Phillips Square.

Then we rounded the corner and saw the stage and there they were. It was like we were back in 1984 watching Purple Rain. The stage presence was incredible, and the sound was amazing. The crowd was really into it, with most of them doing The Bird along with the band. We danced along, loving the song until it was over and Morris shouted, “Thank you Toronto!” and walked off the stage.

Noooooo! It hurt making such a randomly pleasant discovery and then having it cut off after only half a song.

That was when we noticed the bass player was still on stage. He asked us if we wanted more. The crowd screamed they did. He asked what song we wanted. Everyone screamed, “Jungle Love!” I became very excited. They hadn’t done Jungle Love!

The band came out, one by one, working the crowd until we were all chanting “Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh” over and over again. I’ve been to a lot of concerts, but I have never seen a crowd worked up so well for an encore (or any song). I took a horrible video with horrible sound on my phone, capturing the end of a night that had gone from Bach to Tchaikovsky to Morris Day:

My apologies for ending it when I did, but you see … I had to dance.

John Music

Letting the Backbone Slide

May 31st, 2008
I haven't posted in a while and my only excuse is selfish. For the last couple of weeks I have been experiencing a very annoying physical condition called sciatica.

It's really frustrating, because it hurts, but it doesn't make sense. It's a problem with my back, but my back doesn't hurt. Instead, I have this kinda pain, kinda numb, kinda tingling, kinda burning sensation in my left thigh, and only my left thigh. It's uncomfortable most of the time, but the only time it really hurts is when I stand (but not when I walk - it makes no sense, as mentioned). As a result, I have been not much more than a slug, particularly in the past week.

Today I've decided to suck it up and stop being such an old man / baby and get these suckers off my sacroiliac. It's like a rap sack backpack.

That's right sciatica, this is a throwdown. A showdown. Hell no I can't slow down. You're gonna go… down.

Well, one of us is anyway. Check back later to find out who!

John Music, Rants

Affection You Just Don’t Want

April 26th, 2008

This morning, Timmi and I got into an argument that started fun, but then turned ugly in more ways than one.

We were listening to music on my iTunes, and “Why Can’t This Be Love” by Van Halen came up. We listened for a bit, and after a while I said, “You do know what this song always makes me think of, right?”

Timmi immediately replied, “Crystal Gravy!”

I agreed heartily, because it was exactly the same for me. “The weird thing,” I said, “Is that this isn’t even the song in the ad.” (Isn’t it unusual that SNL fake ads are just “ads” to us now?)

Timmi said, “No way, this is the song.”

I said, “No, it’s ‘Right Here, Right Now’. Same album, different song.”

Timmi was dead set that I was wrong, so she went on a Googling warpath and found evidence which ultimately exonerated me:

Timmi’s a gracious loser, and agreed I was right, and we kept watching the video. Personally, I’ve always thought this ad was brilliant - it will be remembered much longer than the Crystal Pepsi ad it is poking fun at in my mind.

As we watched though, Timmi started looking green. Then she started retching a bit. Ninja, who had been snuggled up in her arms, got alarmed and took off. Timmi kept retching and getting closer to a full blown puke, and I was just puzzled.

She has a well-documented weak stomach, but I couldn’t see what the big deal was. Eventually, I got her to stop the video and tell me.

“You’re kidding right? You’re seriously telling me that whole commercial doesn’t remind you of snot?” she said and then retched some more.

“Uh, no, not at all, I just think it’s funny.”

“What? It’s totally about snot!”

“No it’s not,” I said, totally not intending to be punny, “Snot isn’t clear.”

“Affection snot is clear!”

“Uh … ew, what the hell is affection snot?”

“I didn’t say affection snot, I said IN-fection snot!”

“No you didn’t, you said affection snot, and I don’t know what that is, but I don’t want any missy!”

John Music, Television, The Weeb

Killing That Song In Your Head

March 16th, 2008

Tonight I was stuck with another song in my head, but You Tube shook it out … want to know how?

Here’s the song that was stuck in my head … Da Da Da by Trio.

And here’s the song You Tube pointed me at after watching Da Da Da by Trio. I don’t know what it is, but it’s even more strange than the original video. Yet I love it. Kinda.

Once again proof that there is no limit to the weirdness (and helpfulness of the weeb).

Da da da…

John Music, The Weeb

The Song Driving Me Crazy Today

February 29th, 2008
The song driving me crazy as it goes through my head over and over and over is "(Billy) Don't Lose My Number" by Phil Collins.

Why this horrible song is in my head, I don't know, and my ability to figure out why is rapidly deteriorating due to the loss of cognitive faculties associated with a Phil Collins song repeating itself endlessly in your brain.

Why am I writing this as a blog post? Do I think you care what song is in my head? No. What I hope is that by writing this on the blog it will somehow purge me from this pop music hell. Maybe it will go away through some sort of karmic penance, or maybe it will just infect anyone reading this and we'll all go down together.

John Music