Wednesday, January 25, 2006

Love Monkey & Musical Meanderings

I watched the show Love Monkey on CBS last night for the second time. I really enjoyed it. It stars Tom Cavanagh who made a name for himself in the TV series Ed as a music executive that leaves a major record label and takes a job at a much smaller independent label. One of the defining scenes of the premier episode demonstrates Tom’s deep love of music to a young musician by knowing Sid Vicious’ real name. No Wife of Consequence recently went to the Bon Jovi concert here in Atlanta and had a really fantastic time. She loves music and feels a connection to it on a lot of different levels.

I am a pretty bright guy, but music is my kryptonite. That is kind of a running joke with my friends and family. Many times, if they have a question, I have the answer. However, if the question has something to do with music, they get to make fun of my lack of musical knowledge. Somewhere along the line I just missed the spiritual connection a lot of people have with music. This is not to say I don't appreciate it. I could listen to James Taylor or Sting sing every day for the rest of my life and I have an affinity for what No Wife calls, the simpering bitches. (Jewel, Lisa Loeb, etc.) I really love the Beastie Boys and some of my middle school years were spent break-dancing in the hallways at South Orange Middle School. I love listening to Billy Joel, but I can't tell you who played keyboard on album X and don't know that guitarist whoever from The Cars played a guest gig on the Ramones reunion album in 1978. It just doesn't go that deep for me.

I used to be friends with a guy from Chicago. He and I would go back and forth for hours about sports. I was a huge basketball fan at the time and it was always the Knicks vs Bulls discussion, because it was 93-94 when we were buds. He was passionate and learned about sports, but one day, I sat for an hour and listened to him talk about Grateful Dead shows he had seen. It was poetic. He was a spectator at the first concert the Dead gave after Jerry Garcia's heart attack and gave a riveting recounting of Jerry's appearance on the stage, markedly thinner than the last time anyone had seen him. He talked about how the crowd was silent for a moment, taking in the new Jerry, and how they roared for him.

I should have gone to more concerts. I think I missed out on something.


Just a brief side note, it has been brought to my attention that the blog has pretty much sucked since I started writing again. This is an observation I agree with for the most part. So I guess I ask my loyal few to be patient with me. I don’t have as much time to write as I used to and my voice is still rusty. I doubt my leisure time will increase but hopefully my rusty writing skills will sharpen up.

No 1 of Consequence


Anonymous said...

You're writng is the same as it's always been. Sharp and insightful. It's the subject matter that got a little boring...

I'm glad you're back and I'm sure you'll find your way.

Anonymous said...

You've been missed and all that matters is that you are back. Besides, what difference does it make to you if someone tells you "It sucks"... thats an opinion and we all know what they are like. Blog away, my fine friend!

Annoyed said...

Maybe the reason you don't have any refrence point for music is because you listen to a bunch of pussies and whining broads.

Billy Joel hasn't made a good album since 1978. Sting hasn't made one since he left The Police. James Taylor...well, great songwriter but OMG! Such a pussy.

Lisa Loeb had one good song on a soundtrack in 1993. Jewel, is a snaggle tooth.

And the CARS! Who the hell thinks of the Cars! LOL The only thing I remember about that band was how hope the lead singers wife was!

Jesus man, branch out a bit. Good Rock N' Roll is like a religous experience live. When I go see a great band I'm moved and leave excited and wanting more. It's better than sex!

When I hear James Taylor I want to call my mother...

BIG difference!

Anonymous said...

Is this a quasi recycled post?