Thursday, September 30, 2010

happy banned books week!

so, when i was a teacher, i used to get the common complaints from parents: my kid doesn’t like to do homework. my kid wants more recess. my kid doesn’t like to read. well, i couldn’t do much about the homework bit. frankly, i dislike homework myself (too often it’s assigned for the sake of being assigned, rather than being useful). i also couldn’t do much about recess, as that was set by the district and extra free time was as rare as faerie dust, because we were forced into rigid pacing schedules. but books! yes, i could help with books. see, I LOVE TO READ, and i made it my mission to help the kids in my classes learn to love reading, too.

the key to this is simple: FIND BOOKS KIDS LIKE. if they like it, they’ll read it, right? seems like common sense. to me, it didn’t matter if it came in the form of comic books, comedies, scary stories (oh, how little kids love their scary stories), classics, above grade level/below grade level options, or any other kind of book. if it got kids to read, then it was okay by me (okay – it’s not like i had smut or anything in the classroom! but you know what i mean).

there was a series of books that, without fail, were always a hit with the kids: dav pilkey’s captain underpants series. these are books about immature boys who like to make comic books about an overweight superhero who - no surprise here! – wears only his underpants and a cape. hilarity ensues amongst potty jokes, pranks against teachers and adults, and crazy aliens and scientists bent on overtaking the world. there’s enough in the books to make adults giggle, too – especially with the teacher names (ms. tara ribble, mr. meaner, mr. morty fyde, ms. edith anthrope, etc…) i’d read these books to the kids and they’d crack up and fight and haggle over who got to read it at their desk or check it out of the library. it was awesome. the kids would savor every word and reread until they memorized every corny joke. i thought to myself – victory! children reading! no one complaining!




ah, how wrong i was, dear readers. people were complaining, just not the kids. a number of parents give me stern talking to’s – “how can you let my child be exposed to this sort of crap?” (nice, right?) and “do you really think potty jokes are appropriate to first/second graders?” (i wanted to ask, “have you ever talked to a first/second grader?”) and my very favorite: “these books are corrupting my child!”



SERIOUSLY.

i was flabbergasted. but, i wanted to argue, your child loves to read! your child eagerly awaits their turn to read these books! why does reading have to be always so serious? can’t they have fun? can’t they find joy in reading rather than a tired sense of obligation?

and then i find out that pilkey’s captain underpants series went on in 2002, 2004, and 2005 (all years i was teaching) to becomes among the most challenged and banned books in the country. they never were banned in my classroom – no, i had a very supportive, progressive principal who wanted kids to love learning, not hate it – but i still hear those parents’ voices every time i see one of those books and see the sneering disapproval on their faces.

my kids will be allowed to read these books if they want. if they don’t want to, that’s fine with me. if they do, i’ll be the one leading the charge to the bookstore or library. boys, i’ll tell them, if you want to read [INSERT TITLE HERE], and it makes you happy, go for it. want to get a book banned by stuffy, opinionated grandstanders who think they can tell the rest of us what’s good for us? i’ll be more than happy to get you a copy. huck finn? done. slaughterhouse five? you got it. brave new world? i thought it lame, but make up your own mind! captain underpants? LAUGH AWAY, BOYS.

(oh, except for playboy. want that one? become an adult and get it yourself. i know better than to believe the whole, “i like it for the articles” ploy.)

parents, rejoice if your kids want to read captain underpants. rejoice that they want to read. someday, captain underpants will lead your children to other kinds of books. ones which will be more meaningful, but your child will not shy away from them because they know reading is something pleasurable. reading is not work. reading is not a chore.

reading is a gift.

for more information on banned books, visit the ALA website.

for socal folks, take your kids to my kids’ favorite bookstore, mrs. nelson’s, and buy them a book! let them pick it out! share their excitement over reading it with you at home!

(mp3) get up, stand up by ben harper and ziggy marley (via troubled souls unite)

Wednesday, September 29, 2010

giveaway! advanced copy of infantree's would work album

so, today i have a free advance copy of infantree's new album would work to give away! see the bottom of the post for details on how to win.



magnet magazine had this to say about infantree:

"This four-piece band from California with groundbreaking ideas and the ability to not be subjected to a single genre should cause a pleasant uproar, especially with single 'Speak Up.' The song opens with a definite folk melody and effortlessly blends into a complex blues rhythm. Infantree incorporates swinging, mellow vocals that are comparable to Tom Waits…and a Santana influence throughout the EP."

here's how the band describes themselves:

Trees are carbon dioxide reducing, erosion preventing, oxygen producing, majestic, and sturdy life-forms that grow with their environment - not in spite of it (like industrial-age humans). Infantree is a symbol for growth. Whether it be intellectual, spiritual, physical, or emotional; growth is growth. If left unchecked, exponential growth could devour prosperity as we know it. Only when it's applied within a means does growth reach it's true potential of ceaseless sustanability. Infantree applies this method by way of harmony, like-mindedness, and an articulation of each indvidual's role/capacity as a musician/human-being. At the same time the use of childlike reckless abandon seems key to wading through the water-mark left by the mainstream mindset. This dynamic has helped the members of Infantree to spread their roots as friends while simultaneously growing as a band.

up for your listening pleasure is water, which is about two men experiencing the grim realities of life. it's got an easy going guitar line that's guaranteed to get your head bobbing.

(mp3) water by infantree

here's a video of speak up, as performed at the santa monica promenade:


INFANTREE "SPEAK UP" from Gorillacoustic.com on Vimeo.

buy would work HERE.

want a copy of the album for free? i have ONE copy to give away - to qualify, leave a comment on this post telling me your favorite place to see live music. big stadiums? small clubs? outside, like the santa monica promenade? house parties? or simply on tv or on your ipod? someplace else i haven't mentioned? let me know! one winner will be drawn, at random. make sure you leave a way for me to contact you with your post.

contest runs until saturday, october 9th at 12 p.m. pst.

Tuesday, September 28, 2010

in which i reminisce about oingo boingo

so, yesterday's post instilled a wave of nostalgia, so get ready for another blast from the past!

one of my favorite bands growing up, an admitted influence straight from my older brother, was oingo boingo. The band, who originally was the mystic knights of oingo boingo and ended as simply boingo, was led by danny elfman, who many of you now know as a film/tv composer. the songs were dark, hyper at times, and utterly addictive. i saw the band a number of times - most notable were their dios de los muertos concerts around halloween here in socal at irvine meadows - and every time was just as great as the last. when they disbanded, i think i actually shed a tear.




anyway! there is much to love from boingo, from popular hits from the 80's like weird science and wild sex (in the working class) to some of their later, much more darker works like insanity. but my very, very favorite would have to be just another day from the brilliant dead man's party album (if you didn't have that album and call yourself a gen-xer, think again!). i used to listen to this song ALL THE TIME. oh. so loved it. still do!

(there's life underground)

i feel it all around. i feel it in my bones
my life is on the line when i'm away from home
when i step out the door, the jungle is alive
i do not trust my ears, i don't believe my eyes
i will not fall in love, i cannot risk the bet
cause hearts are fragile toys so easy to forget

it's just another day, there's murder in the air
it drags me when i walk, i smell it everywhere
it's just another day where people cling to light
to drive away the fear that comes with every night
it's just another . . . . . . . it's just another day
it's just another . . . . . . . it's just another day . . .

it's just another day when people wake from dreams
with voices in their ears that will not go away

i had a dream last night the world was set on fire
and everywhere i ran there wasn't any water
the temperature increased, the sky was crimson red
the clouds turned into smoke and everyone was dead
but there's a smile on my face for everyone
there's a golden coin that reflects the sun
there's a lonely place that's always cold
there's a place in the stars for when you get old

there's razors in my bed that come out late at night
they always disappear before the morning light
i'm dreaming again of life underground
it doesn't ever move, it doesn't make a sound
and just when i think that things are in their place
the heavens are secure, the whole thing explodes in my face

please leave my heart


(mp3) just another day by oingo boingo

and here's a live video of no one lives forever from one of the dios de los muertos shows - if memory serves, i went to this one!


Monday, September 27, 2010

in which i compare monsters and angels with being a petulant teen island

so, the rejectionist put a call out for sharing embarrassing journaling from childhood, and while one such journal does still exist, hell no am i ever going to publicly share anything from it. i seriously (and i mean that literally, i was pathetically serious) wrote about the stupidest things, thinking i was very urbane and witty and intellectually above others, when, in fact, i was as self-absorbed as every other teenager out there.

i will share that there is a very humiliating entry on how much i loved the kevin costner robin hood movie. yes, i journaled about that. why? BECAUSE I WAS LAME. and no, it will never see the light of day.



however, it got me thinking about my teen years and all the whatnot that goes along with it. and obviously, since this is a music blog, i'll share a song from those long ago (ahem) days.

i can't exactly remember why, or how i stumbled across it, but i was absolutely enamored with monsters and angels by voice of the beehive. my senior year of high school was somewhat turbulent - my parents decided to move us to another state in the middle of my junior year, and i was, how shall we put this...bitter. really, really bitter. this song didn't represent anything romantic (or, apparently, based on the lyrics, single-girl-powerish) to me, but it was more, i think representative of how i saw myself as an island. which is rather funny, because when i hear this song, the memory most closely tied to it is of me and a friend of mine, driving in a truck singing it at the top of our lungs (although, if questioned, he'd probably kill anyone who insinuated he'd sing such a song). ah well. such is the life of a contradictory teenager.



i'm nobody's wife and i'm nobody's baby,
i like it that way, well then again, maybe.
and i'm nobody's valentine and i'm nobody's pearl
when you get right down to it

i always seem to find just some girl

singin': there are monsters, there are angels,
there's a peacefulness and a rage inside us all.
there is sugar and there is salt
there is ice and there is fire in every single heart.
there are monsters,
there are angels.

i'm nobody's promise and i'm nobody's chore
and i ain't got nobody that i feel i oughtta
live for

nobody to live for.
and i'm nobody's work and i'm nobody's company
and every time i turn around i always seem to find

just me

singin': there are monsters, there are angels.
there's a peacefullness and a rage inside us all
there is sugar and there is spice

there is ice and there is fire
in every single heart
there are monsters, there are angels

i'm nobody's wife and i'm nobody's baby
i like it that way, but then again, maybe
then again, maybe
i'm nobody's valentine and i'm nobody's pearl
when you get right down to it
i always seem to find some girl

singing: there are monsters and there are angels
there's a peacefullness and a rage inside us all
there is sugar and there is spice
there is ice and there is fire in every single heart
there are monsters, there are angels...

i'm nobody's wife and i'm nobody's baby

(mp3) monsters and angels by voice of the beehive

Friday, September 24, 2010

in which troy & abed do an anthro rap

so, i have an undergrad degree in anthropology (with a specialization in archaeology) and used to harbor dreams of spending my adult career life on digs. and then i graduated and got crap jobs in the field that didn't even pay me enough to cover...well, anything, really. after a strong go at trying to make it work, even at minute pay, i left archaeology and went into a better paying field. teaching! yes, i can hear your laughter now. and now i'm a SAHM and a writer and my salary is - you guessed it! ZILCH. oh archaeology, i guess i was wrong all those times i said you were the worst paying career.


ANYWAY, i digress (which, as any loyal reader can verify, i do often). the point is - community had an anthropology rap at the end of its episode last night! well, it was mostly anthropology which eventually transitioned into toto's africa. YES, AFRICA. you know you love it. of course, i had to share it here, because of its awesomeness.

(fyi - betty white as a cultural anth prof? totally unrealistic. and the small bits of anthro she "taught?" crap. i know, i know! it's a tv show! why am i bitching about it? BECAUSE I CAN.)


Wednesday, September 22, 2010

giveaway! movie night with counting crows & broken lizard

so, i have a very cool giveaway this week!

(from the Counting Crows website):



Broken Lizard Industries and Adam Duritz's Underwater Sunshine Flicks will host an exclusive screening under the stars of their upcoming feature comedy FREELOADERS - a film about a group of lovable slackers who live in a rock stars' mansion . The evening will include special performances by Broken Lizard and Counting Crows.

When: October 1, 2010 (Doors @ 7 PM, movie at 8pm)
Where: John Anson Ford Amphitheatre Los Angeles, CA

additional info can be found on Freeloaders' facebook page HERE.
tickets can be bought HERE.

FYI, for those not in the know: Broken Lizard is the sketch comedy troupe who brought us Super Troopers, Club Dread, and Beerfest.

interested? i have a pair of tickets to give away to the event. all you have to do is leave a comment on this post telling me what your favorite counting crows song is and/or your favorite broken lizard movie (fwiw, mine are goodnight elizabeth -ohsogood!- and beerfest). make sure you also leave an email address i can contact you at! winner will be chosen at random.

the contest runs through Sunday, September 26, 10 am PST.

Tuesday, September 21, 2010

in which a white corolla makes for good music

so, i really adore white corolla by casiotone for the painfully alone. maybe because it's short and sweet and gets right to the point. maybe it's because the video is flipping awesome. maybe it's because it paints such a vivid picture without smacking you in the face. maybe because it's so catchy and has the potential to be an ear worm. maybe it's because it reminds me, in a round about way, of times past that i'd never want to revisit, ones i've moved beyond.



whatever the reason - it's a pretty great song.

your little white car looks like a rental
& it's stalled at the sav-on, coz the starter's temperamental
call your boyfriend, it goes to voice mail
leave a message: baby, get me please

wait at the laundromat read a magazine
tear out the page with the picture of some shoes
you get impatient go to a cafe
see a girl from your high school but you look away

you take your coffee black the way your mother would
one packet sweet-n-low, one packet sugar
your boyfriend texts you he's sorry that he's late
he didn't hear the ring, he's on his way

you take your cough drops, you call them hoarse pills
but they won't help anything if you keep smoking
go to a movie, go to the rodeo
ride the train with the vagrants & watch the buildings fall away

(mp3) white corolla by casiotone for the painfully alone (via the bay bridged)

and here's the video, by the extremely talented julia pot:


Saturday, September 18, 2010

in which being incomplete is a good thing

so, what drew me to the song i'm sharing today first was the lyrics. as a writer, i like stories - and i prefer songs that tell me something other than how someone loves their hot S.O. (or the person they want to be their S.O.) or how awesome butts look in short shorts.


you know what I mean? there's a time and place for these sorts of songs, but their allure, to me, is fleeting at best. okay, not the ones about butts in short shorts, but you get my meaning.






alanis morissette is an amazing lyricist - i've talked about my love for her before. incomplete is one of those songs that really struck a chord with me. doesn't everyone's life feel incomplete? and don't we want it that way? it's the journey, not the beginning and end that counts. i know that's a trite saying, and sometimes things like that lose their meaning when people spout them in frivolous ways. but i really do believe it, especially since it's a hard lesson to learn.

enlightenment is a worthy goal.

one day i'll find relief
i'll be arrived
and i'll be friend to my friends who know how to be friends
one day i'll be at peace
i'll be enlightened and i'll be married with children and maybe adopt
one day i will be healed
i will gather my wounds
forge the end of tragic comedy

i have been running so sweaty my whole life
urgent for a finish line
and i have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

one day my mind will retreat
and i'll know god
and i'll be constantly one with her night, dusk and day
one day i'll be secure
like the women i see on their thirtieth anniversaries

i have been running so sweaty my whole life
urgent for a finish line
and i have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete

ever unfolding
ever expanding
ever adventurous
and torturous
and never done

one day i will speak freely
i'll be less afraid
and measured outside of my poems and lyrics and art
one day i will be faith-filled
i'll be trusting and spacious, authentic and grounded and home

i have been running so sweaty my whole life
urgent for a finish line
and i have been missing the rapture this whole time of being forever incomplete


(mp3) incomplete by alanis morissette

and here's the video - i like this version better. i think acoustic fits the song better. but this is just my opinion, of course!


Tuesday, September 14, 2010

in which i remind you about misfit

so, i've been listening to this song a lot lately (yeah, yeah, more writing fodder). too bad elefant broke up this year (via myspace, natch. classy!) - frontman diego garcia is striking out on his own. ah well. misfit is such a catchy song; it's hard to believe it's already seven years old. doesn't sound like it, does it?


picked a girl up at the train stop where i live
took a drive along the beach by the ocean
talk about the dreams we had while we were growing old
wrote a poem on the back of your shoulder

tell me your name, tell me your story
'cause i'm into it

runnin' through life like a misfit

i will start again

give the dog a bone to chew as i drive around
wrote this song last night while i was sober

tell me your name, tell me a story
'cause i'm into it

runnin' through life like a misfit

and i kept on driving
i will start again

tell me your name, tell me a story
'cause i'm into it

runnin' through life like a misfit

(mp3) MISFIT by elefant (via daydream station)

there are two videos to enjoy. why two? i have no idea. maybe elefant loved the song so much they wanted to make as many videos for it as possible?

version one




version two:


Saturday, September 11, 2010

in which it's so wrong yet so likable at the same time (NSFW)

so, friends, when i stumbled across the following song, i laughed so hard i almost cried. let me clarify straight off (for those of you who care about stuff like this) this song is definitely NSFW. or for children.

got that?

okay. so cee-lo green (of gnarls barkley)is one of those singers who makes crazy irresistible songs. every one i've heard so far i find myself liking, even though it never fails to surprise me. i know. weird.




f**k you is no different. OMG, peeps, if you don't find your knee bouncing to this song or your head bobbing, i will be shocked. let us all be cheesily addicted to this song together and then try desperately not to sing it at the top of our lungs while driving around town.

i see you driving 'round town
with the girl i love and i'm like,
f**k you!
oo, oo, ooo
i guess the change in my pocket
wasn't enough i'm like,
f**k you!
and f**k her too!
i said, if i was richer, i'd still be with ya
ha, now ain't that some sh*t? (ain't that some sh*t?)
and although there's pain in my chest
i still wish you the best with a...
f**k you!
oo, oo, ooo

yeah i'm sorry, i can't afford a ferrari,
but that don't mean i can't get you there.
i guess he's an xbox and i'm more atari,
but the way you play your game ain't fair.

i pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh sh*t she's a gold digger)
well
(just thought you should know)
ooooooh
i've got some news for you
yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

now i know, that i had to borrow,
beg and steal and lie and cheat.
trying to keep ya, trying to please ya.
'cause being in love with you ass ain't cheap.

i pity the fool that falls in love with you
(oh sh*t she's a gold digger)
well
(just thought you should know)
ooooooh
i've got some news for you
yeah go run and tell your little boyfriend

now baby, baby, baby, why d'you wanna wanna hurt me so bad?
(so bad, so bad, so bad)
i tried to tell my mamma but she told me
"this is one for your dad"
(your dad, your dad, your dad)
uh! whhhy? uh! whhhy? uh!
whhhy lady? oh! i love you oh!
i still love you. oooh!

(mp3) f**k you by cee-lo green (via I AM FUEL, YOU ARE FRIENDS)

and here's the equally hilarious video:



Tuesday, September 7, 2010

in which beauty comes from the tallest man in the world

so, when i first heard this song, i felt like i'd been hit by a tidal wave of beauty. i sort of lost my breath and sat back in my chair and listened without doing much else (here's a secret, i tend to troll for new, interesting music as a way to work through problems when writing). it was that powerful.

like the wheel, off the tallest man on earth's new EP, sometimes the blues is just a passing bird, is so hauntingly simple and gorgeous that it serves as an excellent example to those out there who think music has to be tweaked with, amplified, distorted, and altered to become listener friendly (brit-brit, gaga, and all you other hacks, i'm looking at you!).



oh i wish i was the sparrow in your kid's eye
like a fly above is summer all day long
on an island in the heart he has to carry
past the many you have let into your song

and i said oh my lord why am i not strong
like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
like the wheel that will take you home

and in the forest someone is whispering to a tree now
this is all i am so please don't follow me
and it's your brother in the shaft that i'm swinging
please let the kindness of forgetting set me free

and he said oh my lord why am i not strong
like the wheel that keeps travelers traveling on
like the wheel that will take you home

and on this sunday someone's sititng down to wonder
where the hell among these mountains will i be?
there's a cloud behind the cloud to which i'm yelling
i could hear you sneak around so easily

and i said oh my lord why am i not strong
like the branch that keeps hangman hanging on
like the branch that will take me home



(mp3) like the wheel by the tallest man on earth (via it's label, dead oceans)

and for those of you who want to delight in the entire EP, snag it off of itunes HERE.