Happy 6012th birthday

I always knew I had a special place in the cosmos, but I thought it was from sharing a birthday with Johnny Carson and “Weird Al” Yankovic. But with all respect to those fine gentlemen, You ain’t fat! You ain’t nothin’! You ain’t nothin’! The real deal is that I was born on the anniversary of the creation of the earth, which as I understand it means I should have some sort of superpowers or something.

Representation

Here’s a meme-in-waiting, inspired by an email from a musician friend tonight: if you were to choose 12 songs from an artist’s or band’s back catalogue to release in an introductory collection, which songs would they be? I’m not necessarily talking about their “greatest hits” or even their most popular songs (although those can certainly appear); instead, I want a list that’s representative of the range and history of the artist or group. Naturally that means the person or group must have been performing for a while—let’s say they’ve released the equivalent of at least four albums—and it presumes the list author has somewhat more than a passing familiarity with the act. (Matt, here’s a chance to plug MEC! :) )

To kick things off, here’s a (probably controversial) intro to Spirit of the West, a group that’s gone through many stylistic and personnel changes.

  • Rocks At Thieves’ Bay (from Spirit of the West)
  • Political (from Labour Day)
  • Not Just A Train (from Save This House)
  • (Putting Up With) The Joneses (from Save This House)
  • Ship Named Frank (from Go Figure)
  • Guildhall Witness (from Faithlift)
  • Christmas Eve (from Open Heart Symphony)
  • Frankfurt I’m Sorry (from Open Heart Symphony)
  • Canadian Skye (from Weights And Measures)
  • Our Ambassador (from Weights And Measures)
  • That’s Amore (from Hit Parade)
  • Enough, Already Alright (Hello Cleveland) (from Star Trails)

I’ve no idea if they even read this blog, but I’m going to tag a few folks nevertheless: Matt, katierin*, and Heather. And hey, if Anne, Ed, John or anyone else wants to chime in, there’s a comment form down there….

On candidates, 1968 and 2008

He had the wisdom to see that the country needed a choice, and he was brave enough to give us one. The others held their fingers up to the wind and backed into this election thinking of their own careers when the nation was in critical need.

Here’s one for that special lady

Oh, so honey, let me help you with that suitcase
You ain’t gonna break my heart in two
‘Cause I’d rather get a hundred thousand paper cuts on my face
Than spend one more minute with you

I’d rather have my blood sucked out by leeches
Shove an icepick under a toenail or two
I’d rather clean all the bathrooms in Grand Central Station with my tongue
Than spend one more minute with you

Yes, I’d rather jump naked on a huge pile of thumbtacks
Or stick my nostrils together with crazy glue
I’d rather dive into a swimming pool filled with double-edged razor blades
Than spend one more minute with you

I’d rather rip my heart right out of my ribcage with my bare hands and then throw it on the floor and stomp on it ’til I die
Than spend one more minute with you