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What’s your Holideal®?

Posted by evankessler on December 25, 2006

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Hello, heathens and holy folk. Ye are all welcome to sit at the table of EvanKessler.com holiday cheer and jeer. There’s not much to report this weekend since I last reported on my goings on, whereabouts and listenings. At last I left you, I had rented both Beerfest and Clerks II on Friday Evennig/Saturday morning. I’m happy to report that they were both finished that evening by 3:30 in the am. I have to say, I was not impressed by either of them, though I do think Beerfest was the funnier of the two. Clerks II seemed too much like the first one only the jokes were more contrived, less funny, and with less attention to detail which really pushed the first one over the top. It was 10 years later and Randall and Dante hadn’t changed and were in similar situations but at a different store and had an annoying kid who liked Lord of the Rings alot working with them, a point of plot that was completely overused and bothersome. In any case, I’ll give my holiday jeers to Clerks II even though it was not a holiday movie.

After my solo Friday movie night I woke up at around 11:30am and was utterly bored by 12:30pm. Luckily for me, Andrew Morton would soon call and we went to Blink 182 for lunch down the street. After our lunch where we got our usuals and had trouble figuring out a rather simple check I decided to kill time with Andrew as he got his holiday gifts at the hell hole that is the Atlantic Center mall. As we walked over we were walking behind a bunch of trampy 14 year old girls which is always worrisome. And upon entering and walking past Victoria’s Secret, I saw an 8 year old girl grab her mom and say “Mom I want to something in there”, which was also quite worrisome. I fear for the future. Depraved 8 year olds aside, there were long lines, bothersome children, impatient adults, and plenty of sales. You know, the kind of things you’re wont to see at a mall two days before Christmas. At first we made the move to Bath & Body Works so Andrew could get gifts for his sister but the line was far too long. We would decide it would be better if we went back later.

Next stop was Circuit City, for the many many gifts for male siblings and nieces and nephews. Mr. Morton has quite the large family. I think he’s the last of 10 or 11 children. He’ll most certainly read this so he can correct me. In any case, he bought a bunch of gift cards there but while we were waiting in line near the XM and Sirius satellite radio display I had a battle with a young teenager over the proper radio station to blast. The young teenager was playing with the stations and was blasting some really loud obnoxious hip hop (that doesn’t make me racist right? white people rap too) and then walked away after he had been fiddling with the XM for quite some time. It was my turn to play but since I didn’t feel like fidgeting with all of the buttons I just stopped when I came to Jane’s Addiction “Jane Says” because it was a good enough song, but just innocuous enough to play in a public place. So I stopped there because I didn’t want to play anymore. However, we were not moving in the line and every few seconds the kid from the previous hip hop malady kept poking his head around the corner to see when we were no longer standing near the radios so he could just change it back. We weren’t trying to play enforcer but we just found it funny that the kid kept spying on the radio to see when it would be okay so I just sort of hung by the display.

After a while the kid, his mother, and his baby sister came by. The baby sister just started hitting all of the buttons and switched the display from XM to Sirius which had the Catholic Channel on. That channel was playing a sermon which was immediately frightening and when they walked away I shut it off. Though it’s good to know that if I ever want to hear a Catholic Church sermon, all I have to do is get a subscription to Sirius and I’ll have the preacher right at my fingertips.

When we left circuit city it was back to Bath & Body Works, a store that is just a complete sensory overload with more scented body scrubs than you can shake a stick at. One thing that caught my eye was the Cinnamon Bun 3 in 1 that served as a Bubble Bath, Body Wash, and Shampoo. I wondered how one thing could be good for all of those purposes. I also wondered if it could also serve favorably in the role of condiment. I wouldn’t be surprised if it does.

Several gift cards later, Andrew and I walked to Barnes & Noble on 7th and 6th but on my way there I ran into my brother’s friends from University Sven & Cammie (sp?) who live in my neighborhood, but whom I haven’t seen since I moved in. It’s always nice to know more people where you live, especially when they’re people that you like. We had a brief chat but then it was off to look at books. This was the shortest portion of our day as we quickly decided that it was too crowded. That’s where my wandering around with Mr. Morton ended.

When we split off I got my first iPod listening of the weekend starting with Cat Power’s “Hate” and moving to Lucero’s “Hate and Jealousy”. Nary a dent was made into the iPodyssey though as I only listened as long as it took me to get home from the Barnes & Noble which included only 4 more songs after that, 2 of which were Earl Pickens “Haunt Me” and the final one being Pavement’s “Haunt You Down”.

After a few minutes of loitering at home I got a phone call from Kishore to go see The Good Shepherd with him and his friend Derek in Cobble Hill. We arrived to the 8:30 show at 8:40 but since there are so many previews we didn’t miss a thing. It might’ve been better if we did because the movie was 2 hours and 4o minutes long and not all that great. I think if the reviews your showing in the commercial are Larry King saying, “The Best Spy Movie Ever Made…” then it can’t be a good movie. We also sat in the 2nd row so it was practically an IMAX film except that it was a slow moving drama.

After the film Kishore and I headed into the city to go drinking with one of his friends only by the time we got into Manhattan the party was over, but it was a good thing Kishore drove because taking a subway back would’ve sucked. We went back to Brooklyn and had a drink at Union Hall and then called it a night.

I woke up this morning excited about football but pretty sure that the Giants were going to lose and boy did they ever. The Saints shellacked Big Blue 30-7. I couldn’t really watch after the 3rd quarter. I don’t understand how a team like the Giants who is fighting for their playoff life comes into a meaningful game and plays that poorly and that undisciplined. It was really shameful. Anyway, after that monstrosity of a game I watched the World Series of Pop Culture until 10pm and ate Chinese Food. I could definitely win that show. I wonder if having previously worked for VH1 is a disqualification.

While I was watching the World Series of Pop Culture, I was talking to my friend Nina on gmail chat and made plans to hang out with her and boyfriend Dmitry at their place. I put some clothes on, grabbed the ol’ iPod and hit play and listened from Pavements “Haunt You Down” to Public Enemy’s “He Got Game” (5 songs) on the way down to their place. We drank and watched a horrible episode of Friends and some Globetrekker show. This is how lame Friends was as a show. Ross wanted to go see Hootie & The Blowfish for his birthday and half of the friends couldn’t go because they were too poor. In the end, the three friends who didn’t go are jealous because they partied with the band and one of the Blowfish gave Courtney Cox a hickey. WOW! Talk about excitement!

Anyway, I enjoyed hanging out and having a few beers with Nina and Dmitry. However, when the clock hit 1am I decided that maybe I should let them get some sleep and not overstay my welcome. I hit the road and pressed play. It took me from “He Got Game” to Golden Smog’s “He’s A Dick” (6 songs), then I was ready to write this and go to sleep. And guess what? I already wrote this so it’s time to go to sleep. Merry Christmas, Christmas celebrators.

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"Happy" Holidays

Posted by evankessler on December 23, 2006


Well it’s about that time. Time for me to spend several days all by my lonesome while plenty of other folks go on vacation or enjoy the company of their family in celebration of the Holidays. I can’t help it if I haven’t accept Jesus Christ as my lord and savior, I just haven’t had the impulse to be saved yet. Sure I’ve been down and out plenty of times but I prefer to pick myself up by the metaphorical bootheels rather than have someone do it for me.

Okay, enough of all this religious talk…sometimes I get so wrapped up in my preaching ways that I forget the task at hand. The task that is telling you what I listen to on my iPod everyday. I’m starting to worry that these iPodyssey posts are getting a little formulaic, but I suppose that formula only really has to last until I’m done and then I can be formulaic about an entirely different subject. I suppose if a formula works (and by works, I mean gets me 10 to 15 web hits a day and maybe one comment) then I guess I’ll just stick with it. Speaking of sticking with it, I “stuck with it” all week and managed to muster up the energy to go to work on Friday. Luckily for me and the rest of the fellow employees at my place of toil it was a half day. I woke up this morning and had a bit of spring in my step knowing this. I also knew that today was the day I’d break through to the 8th letter of the alphabet on my iPod journey.

The day began as yesterday’s ended with the acoustic version of Uncle Tupelo’s “Grindstone”as I walked out of the apartment followed by doubles of Pavement’s “Grounded” as I walked to the Atlantic St. Station. I took the 6 train today because on my producer’s request I had to drop a tape off at the history Channel before getting in to work today. That delayed my work arrival time until around 10:45 but it certainly increased my song count before arriving. While I rode the 4 train to my East side destination I had to stop reading my book bask in appreciaton of Neko Case’s “Guided By Wire” and perhaps one of my favorite songs of all time, “Gun” by Uncle Tupelo. The last G song was Aimee Mann’s “Guys Like Me” and it started somewhere between 14th St. and Grand Central, and as I exited the train at 42nd St., Mos Def’s “Habitat” burst on the music scene that doubled as my $11.99 Sony in ear brain blasting headphones (though I guess technically they’re earphones).

Along my journey I came upon a few mythical beasts and more Pavement doubles, this time it was “Half A Canyon”. I finally arrived at work to the holy voice of Jeff Buckley belting out anything but a cold and broken “Hallelujah”. This song would be interrupted several times throughout the next couple of minutes forcing me to restart a couple of times because it’s a song that you definitely have to sit and appreciate. At one point I was sent out on another run to return a 70’s TV we had rented, since our intern was not there to do it. However, no cab would pick us up so we got a messenger to handle the 75lb plus package.

The rest of the day was kind of easy, though I scrambled to get some things in order I was focused on a hard out at 3pm. My editor showed me some of what she had been working on as well as some South Park Christmas stuff on her iPod and I actually achieved my goal at making it out at 3 on the button. I arrived home in Brooklyn a little while later to the strains of Kasey Chambers singing “Hard Road” after 9 consecutive songs dealing with “happiness” or being “happy” and one song with Evan Dando talking about a “hard drive”.

I played it lazy for a bit after returning home so early. There were no roommates in my apartment and I wondered where they had gone, though I suppose I figured that they would either go home or at least not be around this weekend. It would be so easy to just lay here and celebrate my apartment independence but I knew there would be plenty of time for that, so I showed some initiative and went to the gym. I have to say, I’m looking forward to not having a job for a couple of weeks so I can at least get into a gym routine. Sitting down at a desk all day has put some pounds on this meager frame of mine. I’d like to shed at least some of them.

As my workout began I was blessed with a moderate song in “Hard To Be Human” by Mekons, followed by The Strokes and The Black Crowes. The energy was flowing until I hit the Pearl Jam B-side “Hard to Imagine” which isn’t a bad song but just not the right mood for any intense exertion of energy. All in all there were 11 hard songs, including two in a row by Ryan Adams. It must be hard to be Ryan Adams. After all of the hardships, the Datsuns kicked it up a notch with “Harmonic Generator” and Neil Young nearly put me to sleep on the elliptical with “Harvest”. The workout would soon end and my day ended one-fifth into Cat Power’s “Hate” after 62 songs.

Not much happened with my night after that. I made a few calls and determined nothing was going on, so I’m writing this in the middle of a movie doubleheader of Beerfest and Clerks II.
Anyway, I’m not sure how much posting I’ll be doing over the next few days, but I’ll probably keep it up. It depends how much listening I do. Alright, time to watch Clerks II. Keep reading and I’ll keep writing.

Friday’s Best: Neko Case “Guided By Wire”, Uncle Tupelo “Gun”, The Arcade Fire “Haiti”, Jeff Buckley “Hallelujah”, Happy Mondays “Hallelujah”, Jenny Lewis with The Watson Twins “Handle With Care”, Old 97’s “Hands Off”, The Beatles “Happiness Is A Warm Gun”, Clem Snide “Happy Birthday”, Cracker “Happy Birthday To Me”

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Crisis in the Key of F

Posted by evankessler on December 18, 2006


It was a weekend that will live in infamy as far as the iPodyssey is concerned. Saturday morning I awoke around 10am to shower and head into the city for a family brunch and the Chanukah (or Hannukah) gift exchange. I handled my hygiene business and by 10:50 am I was ready to head towards Manhattan. As I went to disconnect my iPod from my powerbook the “improperly disconnected” message came up, despite the fact that I had not yet disconnected said electronic device from other electronic device. It was at this point that I reconnected the iPod only to have a weird CD-ish icon that more or less meant that my iPod had to get reacquainted with my computer. I did not have the time for this as this process can sometimes take up to an hour. At this point I chose to disconnect it again in the hopes that it would shut off and I could turn it on and be on my way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t that easy. I ran out the door with gifts in hand. Before walking out the two doors to my building I pulled out my iPod and scanned to the menu where I could find the song “For Nancy” (Pete Yorn) where I left off to begin Saturday’s leg of the iPodyssey. However, when I got to the songs section, there was not one song listed. I had managed in one fell swoop to erase the entire contents of my iPod.

Needless to say, I was completely crushed. This one goal which I had been working so hard at the past few weeks had come to an abrupt halt. I wondered if it had all been for naught. Could I go on? Would I have to find another project to occupy my time? Would I be able to recover all of the music I had lost and forge ahead despite this major speed bump in the road to “Zurich is Stained”? I pondered this question throughout my day. My iPod had been acting funny for quite some time. Should I just bite the bullet and purchase another iPod and start the journey over on a newer machine with greater song capacity? Was this one totally cooked? My brain was bombarded with questions that had no immediate answer. I was facing defeat at the hands of my own impatience and it did not feel good.

The afternoon had been clouded and my mood would not improve for a few hours. I rode the train towards the West 4th Station and read my friend Andrew‘s book on the way. When I arrived in the West Village I headed immediately to Li-Lac chocolates several avenues West so I could purchase some chocolates as a supplement to my mother’s Chanukah/Birthday present. When I arrived there at 11:45am the store was not yet open and one person was waiting to get in. I dutifully formed a line behind her and one by one quite the queue was being formed. The man behind me was growing quite disgruntled despite the fact that the sign on the door clearly stated that the store opened at Noon. He kept grumbling and saying, “they know we’re all out here they could just open up.” I just kept thinking, “now why would they want to do that, so they can deal with the unreasonable douchebags that customers can be for 15 more minutes than they actually have to?” I’m in their corner on this one. Noon rolled around as I knew it eventually would barring a nuclear attack and moments later I had a box of chocolates in my hand. It was back to the subway for me as I hauled my holiday gifts down to the Lower East Side to meet my family over by my brother’s apartment. The original plan had been to go to Katz’s deli but since it was a zoo we settled on brunch at the Pink Pony.

This was an okay meal as far as eating with my family goes. I get really bent out of shape with most family get togethers because the only topics that are discusssed are the status of furniture in our East Hampton abode and my brother’s burgeoning career and travels. There is rarely any semblance of interesting conversation. When I am finally acknowledged it’s along the lines of “here’s what I think you should do with your life now that you’re not going to have a job” or a condescending comment made by my mother in which she says , “is this going to go on your blog” (not that I think she means to be condescending but it certainly comes across that way), as if the word wasn’t annoying enough she stretches it out in such an irritating way that it becomes even more condescending and irritating than it already was. The irritation is compounded by the fact that I’m almost sure she has never read it or at least not in a long stretch, not that I wish she would read it regularly. She might know too much about my life then and I’d be forced to go into rehab for dependency on alcohol. There was shining conversational light though when we were discussing authors as Irwin was discussing poets and how he doesn’t like to read and I had mentioned that I had just finished reading “Deadeye Dick” by Vonnegut. There was talk of poetry and fiction and I was actually interested. It was nice to talk about something that could be discussed on an intellectual level without me being made to feel like the failure of the family who has no idea what he is doing.

After brunch we all went up to my brother’s apartment for the present exchange. My mom got me a bevy of gifts including 2 items she saw on QVC which she commenced to demonstrate their usage in infomercial fashion as though it were a tryout to be the new QVC host. At that moment I told my stepfather that he needs to disconnect the cable. However, she did get me a couple of shirts and some pajamas that will fit nicely into the rotation. My brother got me 5 wax packs of old baseball and football cards from the 1980’s and some shirts as well and my stepdad got me a gift certificate to the Gap to buy more shirts. I’m not trying to sound ungrateful, I appreciate all of the gifts I was given but it led me to believe that I am impossible to shop for and I hate telling people what I want for my birthday or a holiday gift. It seems too much like cheating. Plus, I think it’s selfish to tell people to buy you certain things. I suppose I just wish more personal thought had gone into some of the gifts. One note about the baseball card wax packs though. I have this odd feeling that someone is remanufacturing old baseball card wax packs and inserting people who never even existed into the card sets. As I looked through my new old 1986Topps cards with players such as “Harry Spilman” and “Dan Spillner” I was almost positive that their existence was a complete hoax and that those guys were just joke additions to give the card set a nice round number. I had certainly never heard of them.
After all, if Dan Spillner had 4 wins and 41 strikeouts for the White Sox in 1985 and no one remembers seeing it, did it actually happen?

After the present exchange we headed over to Teany for some Tea (shocking) and some dessert. Then my mom dropped me off at the Broadway Lafayette stop and I took the train back to Brooklyn. Actually before I go any further, I may have been a little too harsh on my family in this blog so far but at this point in my existence our relationship is not necessarily as healthy as it could be and a great deal of that is probably my fault. I certainly love my family but I am continually frustrated by our interactions and being that writing in this blog is a form of therapy for me and a necessary part of my existence at the moment I find it necessary to include my feelings on the familial matters that were the fabric of the past several paragraphs.
Don’t think me a heartless greedy bastard, though I can certainly be that at times.

Moving right along to Saturday afternoon into evening. I arrived home at 4 something and immediately began to work towards restoring the contents of my iPod in the hopes that my musical journey could continue. By 7pm I was back to having 4500 plus songs, although the previous count had been slightly over 4600. There are a few albums I have to snag but I will continue on tomorrow.

Saturday evening was a little tricky as my roommate Marty had planned a holiday party for our apartment. However, before Marty announced his wishes to have a holiday party Maureen, Laura, and Stephen had already invited me to their annual party the same night. It was a week after I was invited to their party that my roommate decided he wanted to have a party. So, I was between a rock and a hard place, but not too hard. I decided that I would not not invite any of my friends to my apartment party as I would not be staying and resolved that I would stay at our party until 11pm and then head over to Maureen’s only a few blocks away. Just before getting ready for my apartment party I got a call from Kishore asking if I was going to our friend Nina and Dmitry’s party. Seeing as I was completely unaware of their party I was slightly offended. When a group of your best friends are all going to a party that your other friends are having and you haven’t so much as received an invitation it can be a tad bit insulting, though I’m sure the lack of inviation was an accident. In any case, I had other plans for the evening but it would’ve been nice to know about as I certainly might have made an effort to go and hang out with people that I enjoy greatly. Perhaps I’m being hyper-sensitive today. Tis the season.

People began to show up at our place prior to 8pm. Adam A came over and made a big crockpot full of Hot Alcoholic Apple Cider. Mack and Del started cooking a good mix of hors d’ouvres. I think the highlight of their contribution was the fried polenta with cheese. Slowly but surely the apartment was filling up with holiday well wishers. Some familiar faces, some not so much. I’m not in one of my listing moods but there were loads of great people hanging out and people were mingling and conversing over delightful finger foods. It was all very Martha Stewart-ish and adult-y. I was having a very pleasant time but when 11pm rolled around I had to make a break for it.

I recieved a hearty welcome when I arrived at Maureen, Laura, and Stephen’s party. There was quite the crowd and I had to work my way through quite a bit of folks to say hello to the familiars. Laura R immediately showed me her Christ Sugar cookies that she baked especially for me, since when she made them two years ago I remarked how bizarre and sadistic it was that there were crucifix sugar cookies. I made the rounds after that talking to Conrad, Brian D, Laura B, Pete, Mike, Maureen, Andrew, Dan, and Brandon. At one point I went upstairs to Mike’s room and noticed that there was no bed. He cleared out his room so that it could be the music room, complete with keyboard, mini-drumset, and microphone. People were jamming on the guitar and drums. Some new what they were doing, some didn’t. At one point on that trip upstairs I got some keyboard time but headed back downstairs for more conversation.

Later in the night I would find myself up there for more keyboard and even some singing as I made up some song about the guy who came up with the idea of song. His name was Gary. He was a friend of Jesus and i think they had some sort of falling out. More people ended up following Jesus than Gary or something to that effect. At that point some girl got all whiny and demanded I sing a song about Brandon who was a perfectly fun and interesting person who was not demanding I sing a song about him but she wanted me to either get off the mic or sing about brandon or sing a song she knew. I was not her monkey.

At this point I went downstairs but the party was filing out for the most part. Eventually we all wound up back upstairs for another, much smaller and more intimate jam session. We sang some “Lean on Me” as well as Pulp’s “Common People” in formation usually reserved for Dionne Warwick’s “That’s What Friends are For”. Laura R plugged in her iPod and we attempted to jam and sing along to every single song that came on. The climax came with all of the lights out and Whitesnake’s “Here I Go Again” blasting throughout the house and I imagined the entired neighborhood. It was 4:30am when the party was abruptly ended when the keyboard did a face plant onto the floor. By 4:45 I was back in my humble abode, poised to make contact with my tender mattress and go beddybye.

I woke up at 10:30am Sunday to make football picks and then went back to sleep until 1pm. From that point on it was 6 straight hours of football which ended with an unfortunate loss for my favorite New York Football Giants. Ugh, all of these Sundays being lazy will be all for naught if they don’t make the playoffs. I really need to reconsider my dependency on athletic events which I do not participate in. The rest of the night was spent indoors. Actually my entire Sunday I did not leave the apartment, though I did do sit ups at one point to substitute for my lack of physical activity. I suppose that’s it for my weekend recap.

One last note…the iPodyssey will continue as planned tomorrow as I forge ahead through the fog of uncertainty. I know I’m a few songs short and I know I’m cheating a bit. After all, did Lindbergh stop on a wave for some tea in the middle of his Transatlantic flight? Om any case, I’m going to try to make this as authentic as possible, at work I’m going to have to drag the Kasey Chambers album “Carnival” onto my iPod and maybe tomorrow I might borrow Ryan Adams “Jacksonville City Nights’ and I’ll almost be back to full strength at that point. Until then, a good night to all and to all a good night. Is that how that goes?

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Tis the F’ing Season.

Posted by evankessler on December 16, 2006

On the first night of Chanukah my true love gave to me…”

No, the title doesn’t mean it’s the season to have sex. I suppose any season is good for that. However, when Sundown hit on this Friday December 15th, it all of the sudden became perfectly acceptable to start wishing people Happy Holidays as Chanukah was thrust upon an unsuspecting public (and by unsuspecting public I mean goyim).

Before the sky went black and we Jews went on our candle lighting money grubbing rampage that sent all of the Christians, Muslims, Hindus, Shintoists, Taoists, and especially Buddhists running for cover, there was an entire day of toil as my final several days at my job wind down. I suppose I haven’t mentioned this to many people yet, but my project is coming to an end and come January 5th I will be lining up for unemployment if I am, in fact, eligible.

In any case, my Friday morning began as I took to the subway with my iPod in hand and my right ear still reeling from it’s inability to detect sound. No matter, I popped my ear phones on my ol’ noggin and made for the 4,5 train which would take me to my doctors office. This Friday’s edition of the iPodyssey began with Weezer’s “Fall Together” leading into Ben Kweller’s “Falling”. I have to say the latter was perfect for a stroll to the subway, it was light, breezy, pleasant, and downright autumnal. The 4 train arrived rather quickly and I rode the subway and read the Post which I hadn’t done in at least a month. I’ve been too busy actually reading books and had just finished Kurt Vonnegut’s ‘Deadeye Dick’ yesterday, which I found to be so enjoyable to the point where I am considering buying every single Kurt Vonnegut book I have not yet read and breezing through them consecutively and then rereading the ones I already have. That is how much I admire his writing, not that this should be a revelation.

Back to the subway ride…So I was thumbing through the New York Post and after my reading streak, reading a newspaper story that isn’t necessarily going anywhere seems exceedingly boring. Though I suppose the New York Post is not exactly a beacon of informative journalism, but what is these days. As I perused my periodical, I drifted through 6 more “Falling” songs before getting to the doctor’s office.

I arrived 15 minutes early to my appointment but had virtually no wait. The doctor I go to doesn’t even have a nurse or any additional help save for his receptionist. He doesn’t leave you waiting. This is why he is a good doctor. He gets right in there and solves the problem. My problem on this particular occasion was my aforementioned ear blockage. So what does my doctor do? He gets in and solves the problem with a syringe of hydrogen peroxide and some warm water to flush out the blockage. My hero. However, after getting repeated blasts of water I did experience some excessive dizziness for 2 minutes or so. When the dizzyness wore off it was back to work and back to my iPodyssey as I walked a couple of avenues to the office. Ironically, as my right ear runway was plowed, my left earphone shorted out.

During my stroll, listening through my new good ear, I heard 2 different songs entitled “Family Tree”, the first by Ben Kweller followed by a recent Loretta Lynn tune. As I entered the elevator “Famous” by Bis popped on my player and I wondered if anyone famous liked the song “Famous” and if they’d ever been caught singing itself to them out loud. I could see some young hip Jake Gyllenhaal, Chloe Sevigny type walking around singing the lyrics, “I’m so Famous, I’m so famous” and having their innocent lyrical recall totally misconstrued as an incredible act of egotism. However, it has probably never happened so my the aimless meanderings of my brain were mere wishful thinking for the occurrence of an awkward situation.

The workday itself provided plenty opportunity for furthering my quest as I spent a good deal of the hours adding up timings for footage and all of that fun stuff. I encountered the usual Pavement doubles from their reissued albums. There was oone song that did not belong as Fiona Apple’s cover of Jimi Hendrix’s “Angel” was listed on the pod as “Fiona Apple- Angel” and therefore appeared in the Fi section. I also came across another instance of different songs of the same name as Nada Surf and Ryan Adams went back to back with their own takes on the title “Firecracker”. There was the rare instance of three consecutive songs from the same band but it involved Pavement and those pesky alternate versions (2 versions of Flux= Rad) from their reissues as well as one from their last and not yet reissued album Terror Twilight (“Folk Jam”).

The Musical Highlight on the way home was “Folsom Prison Blues” (Johnny Cash), as I walked out of the subway and into the stationery store to buy some really awful holiday cards and some Chanukah candles. After that detour, the day ended as I walked through the door to my humble abode 90 songs after the day had begun to the tune of fellow Syracuse Alum Pete Yorn’s “For Nancy”. I decided to spend the rest of my Friday cleaning up my room and writing this blog. I also meant to wrap my presents in preparation of tomorrow’s familial Chanukah meeting. Unfortunately, it’s late, I can’t find scotch tape, and I don’t feel like going to the stores. I suppose that will just have to wait until tomorrow morning. Until then, have a pleasant night, and a Happy Chanukah. I’ll say Merry Christmas to all you heathens when the time is right.

Friday Favorites: “Falling” (Ben Kweller), “Family Tree” (Loretta Lynn), “Farming It Out” (Mary Lou Lord), “Fast As You Can” (Fiona Apple), “Fatal Wound” (Uncle Tupelo), “Fight The Power” (Public Enemy), “Fighting In A Sack” (The Shins), “Filipino Box Spring Hog” (Tom Waits), “Filmore Jive” (Pavement), Fireflies (Rhett Miller & Rachel Yamagata), “Fix Up, Look Sharp” (Dizzee Rascal), “Fixing A Hole” (The Beatles), “Flitcraft” (Mekons), “Float On” (Modest Mouse), “Folk Jam” (Pavement), “Folsom Prison Blues” (Johnny Cash)

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