Nothing glamorous today, folks! I just thought I’d give you a long overdue (read: belated cause I’m a lazy fuck) list of some of my favourite things that came into existence over the last year. THAT’S RIGHT! A 2010 “Best Of” list from Grub Street! You feel that? That ‘s what it feels like… when dreams come true…
So here you are, just some humble and innocuous opinions on the year that was. Enjoy, and please, feel free to share your opinions as well.
Top Five Albums of 2010 (With respects to Rob from High Fidelity)
Odd Blood – Yeasayer
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This was a bold new direction for me; coming from strict indie-rock backgrounds and having certain, chaotic psych-rock expectations from their first album. But I was absolutely blown away by the relatable pop-influenced rhythms and serious, impressive lyricism. Honestly, the album embodies everything I’ve ever want from pop music: I can finally talk about the amazing addiction of certain hooks without being down-trodden about the terrible lyrics therein. It reminds me of the sound that Radiohead used for In Rainbows, but more up-tempo, and with many of the same themes. It was a wonderfully mature follow-up to their first album; it seems they were able to focus each track to produce the highest quality pop-rock they could.
DIEHL: So, changing the subject slightly, you recently challenged Susan Boyle to a mud-wrestling match. Has she responded?
KE$HA: No. I totally would do it, though. She looks like she would be a good mud-wrestling partner.
Why would you do that? What was the point in challenging an incredibly uninteresting 15-minute star from Scotland to a mud wrestling match? Publicity? Image? Do you fancy her? Is that what you’re getting at here, Ke$ha? It’s just that doing something like that is such a “there hasn’t been a story about me on TMZ.com in three hours, what can I do to get them to talk about me again?” thing to do. I mean, did you think she was actually going to accept? Come on, people must realize that this is all just…contrived eccentricity to appear unique or off-beat. Continue reading →
So singer/songwriter and international clock interpreter Ke$ha gave an interview to the grossly misnamed “interview” website in order to shed some light on who she really is as a person. I took it upon myself, in a completely unbiased fashion, to look into the interview and see if any true revelation came about that can help us understand this recent wave of her music we’ve all been subjected to recently, songs such as “Tik Tok” and “Blah Blah Blah” becoming smash hits across the world. Here is the interview in full, detailing how Ke$ha tells us about herself, along with my comments dealing with what Ke$ha really reveals about who she is.
Catch up with the first two installments here and here
My first assumption of the priest was that he had never met a microphone he didn’t like. Visions of an outdoor baptismal danced through my head as he pranced around the stage, speaking with that deliberate inflection unique to men of the cloth. Apparently the homily had already begun, the topic; rebirth. How apt; here I was, fresh from Cathoholics Anonymous, being preached about reentering the faith by a charismatic clergyman. Well played, God, you win this round!
Watching the priest, a few unfair words popped into my mind. Theatrical, I thought, showmanship, disingenuous. I retained the bias that ultimately these people were in it for some ulterior motive; this is common among us cynics, we can’t comprehend how the religious can dedicate themselves so fully to something we find silly, like when a normal person goes to a Star Wars convention and can’t believe so many people would spend so much time devoted to something that’s not relevant in the slightest. Still though, I was not impressed with the preacher, despite his charming appeal. He cracked a few jokes, waved his hands around and spoke intelligently, but about nothing concrete, like always.
I couldn’t resist
“Rebirth, as when Jesus conquered the grave and rose to seat at the right hand of the father. This was His divine right and he doesn’t ask any of us to do the same, not to rise from the dead, but to rise from whatever sin or debauchery we find ourselves in and become reborn.”
My first impression of the Peace Portal Alliance Church was that it sure was a big sonofabitch. The parking lot accommodated enough cars to fill STM three times over, and the church itself towered over its followers like cathedrals of old Europe. The flock congregated towards their place of worship with quiet anticipation and my friend raced through the halls to get a good seat before the show started.
Having been a good little catholic boy for the majority of my life, I knew the basic ins and outs of a church service; but this one was Protestant. I imagined it couldn’t be that different from what I knew as a wee child, the only recognizable difference I understood about this denomination is that they thought the pope was just some old bastard with a pointy hat. The church I was familiar with was pretty small compared to this spiritual behemoth, and the inside was a completely different gospel.
Apparently they had modeled the building off of GM Place. Pews were a thing of the past; each seat was individual, plastic, and numbered down the aisle. I half expected the customary drink holder to be attached to the back of every chair, especially with the large number of fat white-bread people in the audience. My local pastor, as I remember him at least, would’ve called the Vatican squad if someone tried this at his church. Already things were different. I walked through the double doors and into the actual church room filled with Protestants. I didn’t burst into flames. So far so good. I decided I would keep track of all the sins I committed while in the holy house of God, just to get the virtuous perspective on the experience; who knows, maybe I could make a proper zealot after all! Continue reading →
While voyaging through my back catalogue of pointless poetry and inane articles, I found this bad boy just waiting to see the light of day. I penned it an unspecified amount of time ago, and thought “fuck it, those bastards down at Grub Street can have it until Raihan ponies up and signs my new contract so I can get back to listing which songs I most want to hear while skinny dipping” …or something.
Jostling back and forth in the beaten down Mazda I found myself wondering exactly how I came to be dressed in my, err, Sunday best, heading to a Protestant church I’d never heard of to attend a mass I feel no connection with. The story begins the previous night when my friend asked me to ‘tag along’ with her to her friendly neighborhood house of worship. My immediate answer was ‘no’; however, upon thinking it over, my revised answer was ‘GOD no!’ I hated the idea of waking up early, dressing myself in some uncomfortably unoffending attire, and sitting through at least an hour of fire and brimstone. If I wanted to hear paradoxical speeches about how I’m loved but at the same time I need to change everything I’m doing I’d start a conversation with my parents. (Ba-ZING!)
What more can be said about The Who that hasn’t already been said about rock music in general? Loud, brilliant, loud, pioneering, loud and
“THIS BAND IS KICKASS!”
“I SAID THIS BAND IS KICKASS!!”
“I CANT HEAR YOU! THIS BAND IS BEING TO KICKASS TO LISTEN TO WHAT YOU HAVE TO SAY!”
We decided to include both Townsend (guitar) and Daltrey (vocals) because they compliment each other so perfectly; it would be putting up Tom without Jerry, A-rod without Jeter, or Cheney without Satan. Continue reading →