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Your Monday Reminder Is Something I Know Way Too Much About

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Spring tends to make people a little goofy, especially here in the Northeast where it seemed like we’d be buried under snow until sometime in the middle of July.

But alas, the snow is gone and we just frolicked through a full weekend of sunny, 70 degree-plus weather that seemed bring everyone out to play.

Of course, for me this has never depended on ridiculous things like the weather. Recently I spent a full 20 minutes at the dinner table making my kids collapse into fits of giggling by doing an extended riff on Johnny Depp’s Capt. Jack Sparrow – basically a drunk Keith Richards.

Like I said, for me it doesn’t take much.

So take some time today to do something that you wouldn’t normally do simply because you were worried that you might look a little silly. Here’s a recommendation.

Funky Friday: Featuring Special Surprise Guest Star Christopher Walken

Musically or thematically, “Gonna Make You Sweat (Everybody Dance Now)” by C+C Music Factory wouldn’t be my first (or even fifth) Funky Friday pick for today, simply because it’s a somewhat generic example of late 1980s-early 1990s dance club rap fusion now more likely to be heard at weddings than anywhere else. It stood out at the time, but you, dear readers, can let me know in the comments how well you think it’s aged. Continue reading → Funky Friday: Featuring Special Surprise Guest Star Christopher Walken

Sometimes Your Musical Robot Algorithm-Fueled Jukebox Actually Gets It Right

It’s a snow Monday (damn it) here in the Philadelphia suburbs and a two-hour school delay for my kids, so I honestly needed a little something to kick me in the butt and get me going this morning. Thank goodness Pandora was feeling my need and kicked off the morning playlist with this classic white-boy boogaloo college party rave-up some of us actually remember from 1979. Although I really wouldn’t recommend dancing to this in the shower.

It was a great example of the perfect song at the required time, something that I always thought human DJs should aspire to. Thus, it always bugs me a little when real radio people ignore the needs of their listeners by playing downbeat songs at the top and bottom of the morning hours. That’s when people’s alarms go off, after all, and those folks who still wake up to radio need a little something to motivate them out from under the covers and face the day, not bury their heads and hide from it.

So thank you, Pandora, for doing today what some DJs can’t remember to do, even if on a slight delay. Enjoy!

Happy Tuesday: Your Complaints About Daylight Savings Time Are Now Invalid

Get up, get moving and quit your bitching about the time change. You’re a grown-up, not an infant. If scooching the clock back and forth an hour messes with you that badly, go see a sleep therapist and spare us all your insufferable whining.

So you lost an hour of your life? Here’s a news flash: That happens every time you get on Facebook or let yourself watch two CBS sitcoms back-to-back. Suck. It. Up.

Extended daylight (not an extra hour of the day) is a gift of modernity (and Benjamin Franklin, who thought of the idea in the first place). Embrace it. Like the man in the video says – right thoughts, right words, right actions.

Positive thoughts, people. Positive.

Power Pop Wednesday: Liz Phair and Hermione and Women Who Rock

As a lover of early ’90s alternative rock, it’s practically illegal for me to NOT like Liz Phair.

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Liz Phair, as seen in the dreams of my youth

Oh, Liz, with your girl-I-would-date looks and WAY-out-of-my-league fantastically filthy mind, you charmed me to no end with your ability to wield a guitar and sweet-talk into the microphone with a voice built for power-pop, all while looking … well … like that. *Sigh*

Continue reading → Power Pop Wednesday: Liz Phair and Hermione and Women Who Rock

Your Midweek Dose of Perspective: We Are All Dust On a Mudball, And Still We Persevere

Saw this video time-lapse of images from the International Space Station today and just had to share, because nothing reminds you of both your own insignificance and the sheer awesomeness of creation like seeing your own planet and everything on it from a few hundred miles away.

Problems suddenly become very small. May yours be infinitesimally tiny as we head forth into the holidays.

A First-Time Funky Friday Request, Compliments of Catherine, Queen of the Tango

justin_timberlake_ticketsI’ve always had a up-down relationship what’s commonly called “blue-eyed soul” – which is really just a nicer way of saying “white boy soul.”

Todd Rundgren – yes. Hall and Oats, not so much. Mayer Hawthorne – yes. Justin Timberlake … well, let’s just say it took me a while to come around on that one.

JT had a lot of baggage (mousey, boy band and otherwise) to unload before I could give him full soul-man props, but he’s lately earned the title. It’s one that he could certainly hold on his own, even though he keeps casting around for a little help.

I’ve never been a huge Jay-Z fan, but it’s no surprise that Justin has to wear his affiliation with Mr. Carter to earn some teen and young-adult street cred. After all, the neo soul that JT now perpetrates would technically sit better with folks of an earlier generation without Jay-Z being glommed on there for broader demographic appeal.

Nonetheless, my awesome cousin Catherine sent me a message via Facebook today announcing this as her new favorite song and a worthy Funky Friday pick. And really, how could I refuse?

If Barry White doesn’t do it for you in the romantic slow-jam department, I’m sure this one might make a good substitute. I’m just going on record (as I must do with all Barry White and Sade songs) as saying that I take no responsibility for any babies manufactured during the consumption of this tune.

Enjoy!