music


23
Aug 13

The return of YouTube Cover Theater

I had a musical epiphany tonight. It would be proper, and great fun, to convince someone this semester that Hard to Handle is the perfect rock ‘n’ roll song:

And then I’m going to explain that it is really an Otis Redding tune:

Heard the Crowes’ version before dinner. The song on the radio immediately before it was by Ice Cube. Somehow, I think Hard to Handle would go over slightly better.

What’s that you say? You miss YouTube Cover Theater? Well, I found some Black Crowes covers.

This is simply a demonstration of the talent of normal people sitting in their living rooms and bedrooms and showing off their musical abilities because they have a camera and a place to put the footage.

Dan Allen has only had this viewed 5,771 times, and that is a shame.

Nathan Hanna has had a bigger audience with his version of Remedy, which is a good one. Also, the song is older than he is. Now we’re all old.

He admits this is rough, but my favorite thing about Will Minning’s version of Jealous Again is that less than 200 people have heard it so far. No matter. He’s giving his all:

And I didn’t even have to use She Talks to Angels!

There are a lot of covers of specific instruments in Crowes songs. Here’s the guitar from Soul Singing:

People are very talented, aren’t they?

Have a great weekend!


22
Aug 13

A series of notes that simulates a hodgepodge

I think I’ve seen someone do this before. I’m pretty sure it wasn’t done as well as this:

Saving much? I’m thinking of stuffing mattresses. On the same day that Nasdaq just … broke … there was this news.

After a lifetime of working, the median Boomer household has managed to accumulate $12,000 of retirement savings.

That means that 50% have even less than $12,000 for their retirement. These 55 to 64 year olds are up shits creek without a paddle. No wonder the percentage of over 55 people working is at an all-time high. Every age bracket has been living in a land of delusion.

So I went out for a ride. I’m trying to build miles back into the faux-training almost-routine for a couple of century ride possibilities that are coming up. I’ve fallen into a lull of short rides and so today hurt. And it was only a 42-mile route. But, still, that was my biggest ride since April 1st.

Of course you’re right in the middle, the perfect halfway point, when you wonder if you feel like doing it. Stopped at a gas station to buy a Gatorade. It was August, so I’d already had 64 ounces of water. Enjoyed my 32-ounces of fake electrolyte beverage and then re-filled one of my bottles at the gas station. That’s another 24 ounces.

You’re supposed to have some chocolate milk after long rides to repair your muscles. Honestly, I couldn’t drink another thing.

Four new things on Tumblr. More on Twitter. And something tomorrow, too!


21
Aug 13

Six to eight weeks you say?

Had a morning appointment. Showed up right on time, owing to the slow car in front of me, the other car that couldn’t figure out turning lanes and a search for a parking space that could be described as too-warm porridge.

Visited with the nice lady sitting in the desk inside the fish bowl. She took my insurance card — because this is my third orthopedic guy to check out my shoulder and collar bone. In return she gave me the clipboard of paperwork. What are you allergic to? Have you had an of these diseases? Did your paternal great-great-uncle have any skin sensitivities to latex?

So you do all that, you know the drill. And then you wait for your name to be called. Other names are called. You start playing the same game you do at a restaurant. “They came in after we did and they’re already eating!”

I decided that, at 75 minutes, I would go ask when my 10:30 appointment was going to take place. At 74 minutes they finally called me back.

And that’s just the waiting room wait, of course. Wouldn’t it be great if the doctor was already in the examination room and he was waiting on you?

Another X-ray. And then a spirited round of playing with the display knee joint sitting in the exam room.

The doctor finally comes in.

“Tell me everything. Start at the beginning.”

So we talked about the last year. He tested for nerve damage and said there was none. He tested for rotator cuff problems and said there were none. He touched my hardware and I decided I’m going to pinch, hard, the next person that does that.

He looked at my X-ray and said things look good there.

The problems, he said, are muscular, hardware or skeletal. He said he just took a plate out of someone’s collarbone that was so severe the poor guy couldn’t wear a jacket. Said the guy felt better the night of that removal. I don’t think that’s my problem. I’m guessing 90 percent of my issues are muscular.

But first we’re going to test for the skeletal. Sometime next week I have to have a bone scan. No idea what that’s about.

Oh. Radiation. Patience. One thing you don’t want and one thing I need more of.

Also, this doctor, who is apparently nationally renowned for shoulder surgeries, says I should have been in a sling for six to eight weeks. Had him repeat that.

My surgeon had me out of my immobilizer in a week. (I had to ask. I couldn’t remember. I don’t remember a lot.)

I take it I shouldn’t be happy with that.

Indian for lunch. School stuff for the rest of the day. Speaking of school:

Here’s the official release. Pat Sullivan almost beat his alma mater on the last trip. He put a huge scare into Auburn for 45 minutes. It was a great performance.

The Auburn baseball schedule was released today.

More sports: Google wants to buy the rights to put the NFL on YouTube. Remember where you were when this happens.

We had dinner with a friend — who will remain nameless because of this transgression — and standing in the parking lot, under the stars and lightning, we learned he’d never heard this song.

I did not realize you could be in your 30s and say that.


16
Aug 13

The Unofficial Unified Swampers Theory

Greasy, if Aretha Franklin says it, is a good thing.

That’s not far from one of the places where I grew up. Aretha, in the Apple promo says “You just didn’t expect them to be as funky or as greasy as they were. This documentary looks great, if only to answer the question ‘Why Muscle Shoals?’

Which is the same as asking ‘Why not anywhere else?’

I have a theory, he said to the surprise of no one. Look at this map:

Think of all of the music that has come from the rough diamond of Memphis, New Orleans, Atlanta and Nashville. All of these places are where the Mississippi basin, the Delta, the Smoky Mountains, countless churches and a wide rural storytelling tradition meet. Inside the diamond is much of Mississippi, Birmingham and, right there, Muscle Shoals. There’s a lot of lyrical fertility in there.

Music comes from all over, but there’s a timeless quality — as pop culture goes — to a lot of the things produced in and around that little diagram.

Rode a bit this afternoon, just spinning little circles with my feet over to the bike shop. Bought new tubes and some drink supplements.

The nice thing is you can go over there in spandex and they don’t even blink. They get you in and out real quick. Can’t have you scaring everyone off.

I hit the last hill, the one we live on, and topped it in one gear. Usually it takes a third of the cassette. And I did it at a speed I can’t even average and that’s going uphill.

So, naturally, I’m going to choose to believe that means I’m improving. But we all know better.

I visited a physical therapist today. He wanted to test out my shoulder. The first thing he did was jab his massive, muscular finger right down onto the tops of the screws in my shoulder.

I do not like him very much.

But he says there are problems I shouldn’t have a year-plus later, so he’s sending me to a nationally renowned orthopedic guy. If I see that person next week as planned that’ll make my third ortho.

I’m starting to wish I’d noticed that chunk of wood that I hit last summer.

Things to read: Counting the Change:

In 2008 Jeff Zucker, then the president of NBCUniversal, a big entertainment group, lamented the trend of “trading analogue dollars for digital pennies”. But those pennies are starting to add up. And even Mr Zucker, now boss of CNN Worldwide, a TV news channel, has changed his tune. Old media is “well, well beyond digital pennies,” he says.

What has changed his mind? The surge in smartphones, tablet computers and broadband speeds has encouraged more people to pay for content they can carry around with them. According to eMarketer, a research firm, this year Americans will spend more time online or using computerised media than watching television.

And a Samford student wrote this one:

According to McCay, until recently, Alabama was seen as a “pass-through” state. Traffickers from other states take their “workers” and travel through Alabama to get to another state.

“Now that you see a Memphis girl being brought to Huntsville or Madison, you begin to think, ‘Ok, maybe we’re not just a pass-through state anymore,’ and we’re seeing more and more reports over the last several years that trafficking is in Alabama,” McCay said.

“It is happening,” McCay said, “and the thing that our task force is really trying to do is just raise the awareness primarily, just let people know that it is happening, get it on their radar. If you don’t know something is happening, how do you fix it?”

And I have to go to bed early tonight because I have to get up early tomorrow. Naturally I’ll be awake most of the evening. But I must try … Tomorrow, we race.

Hope you have a lovely weekend ahead of you.


6
Aug 13

I put on sunblock for this

Woke up all ready for a nice calm medium length ride and found a flat.

The damage I did at that last triathlon had returned. The wound in the kevlar I found last weekend had fallen victim to some debris I picked up yesterday. I’ve ordered a new tire, but it hasn’t arrived yet.

liner

So I took off the old tire, pulled out the tube, found the leak was in the same place. Checked the liner there for any junk that’s going to hurt the next tube and cleaned the frame.

I have the my front tire died and my new one hasn’t arrived yet blues. A friend suggested there’s a song for that:

That song applies even when the bike is in working order..

And now I really want to ride.

(I really dislike sunblock.)