Post by Peter Gibbons on Oct 25, 2014 5:41:45 GMT -5
I grew up on oldies. One of the most exciting moments of my youth was getting picked up from pre-school in my dad's '57 Chevy Nomad. Purple paint, windshield wipers that moved like they were about to lose a job, and no seat belts. This is where I learned about music. I didn't have to deal with misinformation from Wayne Coyne (The Soft Bulletin and less) or the douchebaggery that is the Cold War Kids. It was the Beatles, The Doors, The Stones, and Bob Seger. I have no idea how I turned into a indie hipster douchebag.
I'm the person that played ? and the Mysterians at my wedding reception just because we were at a Mexican restaurant.
We tend to follow bands that press play or cancel shows because Zach Hill and Stefan Burnett can't get along. We eat corn chips and convince ourselves that Sigur Rós is the best band that ever existed.
HG will talk about The Residents and his hatred towards U2, badchoices will turn us onto new metal bands, nick will be a dick; but where is the love for Steppenwolf, Etta James, and Boyz II Men?
I grew up on oldies from the radio; I can't be the only person that has a sentimental feeling towards them.
Post by Horned Gramma on Oct 24, 2014 22:07:42 GMT -5
From my Facebutt, because I only ever say something in exactly the right words:
So I'm a workin' man now. I work in a data entry cellar downtown; their word for it is 'capture center'. Anyway, one of the perks of my job is that I can keep my headphones on for my entire shift. They figured out that it improves production, and I am so totally serious when I say that [the place I work] is SERIOUS about production. And so, keeping the SERIOUS focus on production in mind and realizing that my supervisors wouldn't much like seeing me constantly thumbing through my iPod, I half-unwittingly embarked on a personal experiment as soon as my training was over: I listened to every single Residents album on my iPod in alphabetical order. That's eight hours a day, minus two 15 minute breaks during which I hit pause to maintain the dubious integrity of my experiment. So 7.5 hours, five days a week. The proceedings finally wrapped up this afternoon at 3:12pm -- after two and a half weeks.
- I heard at least one version of This Is a Man's World that I'm *pretty* sure I'd never heard before, and at least a dozen different versions of Walter Westinghouse.
-The number of hours clocked only includes the (many, many) Residents albums that are on my iPod. If I had access to every single album ever released, the experiment would have almost certainly lasted almost another two weeks. This is one of the reasons that my favorite band is better than yours.
-I got a very real and sustained kick out of constantly having all that weirdness piping into my head while all of my co-workers shuffled papers around me, drinking coffee and talking about reality TV. Nobody ever asked me what I was listening to, but if they had my answer was ready: You really don't want to know.
-Working in the sub-basement of an old postal building made the Mole records particularly satisfying, especially the 'working down below' bits.
-Highlight: Not Available, as ever.
-Low point: The Voice of Midnight. King & Eye hasn't got shit on VoM in the nadir department. It was never good, and let's just say that it has not aged well. At all.