I am an avowed unfan of Conan O’Brien‘s Triumph the Insult Dog, but even the stoic curmudgeon in me must admit that the execution of this bit was hilarious. At one point I shared a look with Melissa that indicated neither of us could breath from laughing so hard.
Archives for June 2010
The More You Know (featuring Tina Fey)
Things I have learned about myself in the past 24 hours:
- Being able to walk six miles in 72 minutes has no bearing on being to run at all for any length of time.
- Every jog must begin with the theme from Buffy the Vampire Slayer or “Hypnotize” by Notorious BIG.
- Mid-jog rallies should be set to “Build Me Up Buttercup” for maximum effectiveness.
- I have a LONG way to go before I’m ready for that triathlon I claim to be doing in August.
- My hair is awesome.
- Wait, I knew that one already.
- Oh, here’s a new one:
I will unleash the most primal, gut-wrenching, OMG-it’s-the-Beatles! scream if Tina Fey suddenly appears in the same room as me.
Usually I am pretty cautious about my voice at shows, using only my particular (and well-supported) soprano wail for cheering purposes. However, last night when Conan O’Brien welcomed Tina Fey onto the stage at the Tower Theatre (making her entrance performing the cheer of what will be my neighborhood high school in eight short days, no less) I completely lost my mind.
And my voice. I can’t especially talk right now.
Allow me to repeat: I was in the same room as Tina Fey. TINA FEY.
(And let the record show that my crush on Tina Fey predates 30 Rock ENTIRELY. I have been in love with her since her first SNL “Weekend Update.” Ask Erika.)
In other news, I have to buy one of those armband iPod holders, because my underwear is not a proper home for my music collection.
Oldies Aren’t So Old Anymore
I have been a huge Madonna fan for essentially my entire life – I have distinct memories of spinning the 45 of “Dress You Up” and its b-side “Shoo Be Do,” which came out when I was three-and-a-half.
My father is a different story – and not just on Madonna. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him actively listen to a single song released after I was born (except, occasionally, Billy Joel). His taste in music is firmly rooted in the 50s and 60s – doo-wop, Motown, and early rock – and the radio in his car was permanently and without question tuned to Oldies 98.1, WOGL.
No exceptions, no Madonna tapes. Oldies 98.1 or else. And we spent a lot of time in that car.
When I first was old enough to care about radio stations I thought it was an annoying and restrictive rule. Seriously, no new music? How uncool was that?
Then I got to know the songs. At age five I would perform flawless choreography to “Stop! In the Name of Love” and sing along in parking lots to girl-group classics like “I Will Follow Him” and “Leader of the Pack.”
Those were the obvious oldies – Supremes and Stones, Beatles and Temptations. I’ve owned them for years. But WOGL was more than that – a never-ending stream of doo-wop, 60s pop, deeper cuts, and one-hit wonders. After years of riding around Philly with my dad, to this day I have instant and total recall whenever I hear a classic like “Lightnin’ Strikes.”
Relatively early in my life I remember asking him, “Dad, how old will I be when they play Madonna on WOGL?”
We did some math. Despite playing a lot of Doo-Wop, at the time the majority of WOGL’s songs were grouped around the late 60s and early 70s (disco was relegated to its own hour at night), so my father took The 5th Dimension’s “Age of Aquarius / Let the Sunshine” in as an average example.
“Well, ‘Aquarius’ went to number one in 1969, and now it’s a song we hear a lot on WOGL, in the 1980’s. So, it took it almost twenty years to become an ‘oldie’.”
“So, I’ll hear ‘Holiday’ on WOGL in… um… 2004?”
He laughed. “When you’re 23? Maybe. I don’t know if they’ll ever play Madonna.”
I giggled my agreement – how could Madonna ever be an “oldie”?
Now a full five years past his predicted 23, I’ve heard Madonna on WOGL. It makes a certain amount of sense – she’s an oldie to someone!
What my dad and I didn’t anticipate on our idyllic long rides was that when the oldies’ qualifying line reached forward into the 80s that the oldest tunes would reach their expiry. First it was the more obscure, one-hit doo-wop that went extinct – yes to “The Still of the Night,” but no more spins for The Del Viking’s “Come Go With Me” (very nearly my favorite song all time).
Then it was Doo-Wop entirely. Then the line crept into the sixties pop, slicing through all but the most enduring Motown and Brit Rock – stuff you can still hear on television commercials. Smaller pop singles like Lou Christie’s “Lightnin’ Strikes” went MIA. Now the midday playlist is mostly 70s classic rock and disco in the day time – where it should never show its spangled face.
Songs I once assumed would be forever woven into the fabric of my life have all but disappeared. Now I rely on random trips to the supermarket to jog my memory – that’s what it took to unearth Friend & Lover’s “Reach Out Of the Darkness” – and it’s from as late as 1968!
The same me that grew up with Madonna grew up with those songs, and this morning when Philebrity‘s Joey Sweeney posted his unfinished thoughts on WOGL 98.1 FM’s recent inclusion of hits from the 1980s into the canon of “Oldies” – complete with name-checking “Come Go With Me” – it resonated with me (and, from the looks of the comments, it resonated with a lot of other 20- and 30-somethings as well).
Yes, “Borderline” is an oldie now. But it’s on other formats, and on Greatest Hits CDs still moving thousands of units a year.
What about “Come Go With Me”? Will any eight year old Gaga-loving kid ever have the chance for that to be his favorite song? Has doo-wop seriously gone the way of ragtime and big band – a dusty antique with no relevance to today.
Probably. I guess that means when I have kids I have to alternate between Madonna and doo-wop on every car ride to make sure they know all of their musical fundamentals.
What I Tweeted, 2010-06-07 Edition
My best and most blog-worthy tweets of the last week:
Now that I’ve begun to do E’s nightly exercises alongside her I’m beginning to understand how she has built the endurance to tolerate me. #
This gave me chills: Chris Daughtry & Kelly Clarkson sing “Fast Car” in Nashville, TN http://youtu.be/eZBIylvH4jo -amazing harmony from both #
My VP just walked into my cube drinking a cup of coffee held by a massive, Flyers-orange, Hulk-smash sized fist affixed over her arm. LOL. #
I know this Joss Whedon Onion interview is ancient (and infamous), but i never get tired of it http://bit.ly/cfIEzq #
I think when I have my week off for moving to the house I’m going to pretend that I blog & tweet for a living. Very productive, I’m sure :) #
Great – the creepy convict dude on my block is practicing two-handed knife fighting on our corner. Our block for twelve. more. days. #
@philly_bits wow, I haven’t slept a night in SW for over a dozen years! Don’t miss all the trolley sounds from Woodland ave. in reply to philly_bits #
@philly_bits oh, do you play “gunshots or car backfires” too? And then, in the summer (and chinese new year) you add “or fireworks”? in reply to philly_bits #
All of my tweets (minus some @-replies) are hidden below, mostly for my own reference. One highlighted topics/conversations you might want to browse was the great Verizon vs. Comcast debate.
You should follow me on Twitter so you can read my tweet action as it happens.
next, on a very special CK…
I don’t know how this suddenly turned into Peter’s Precious Story Time at Crushing Krisis.
Seriously, aside from my re-launch during NaBloPoMo I can’t tell you the last time I posted three heavy-duty stories with dialog and stuff within a single week, let alone the last time that from a word-count angle I had this high of a words:posts:week ratio (1013:1).
I guess part of that is being a little more diligent about blogging lately. That partially comes from reading the blog archive more, and realizing how many gaps it leaves in my life and the things I have opinions about. As a result, I blog more. And while I’m blogging more and thinking about blogging more then there isn’t the need to so carefully prune by topic or length.
Essentially, reading more means writing more means writing more.
Also, life is actually pretty exciting lately. Like, not as obscenely over-stimulating as it was last summer with all the #blamedrewscancer stuff. Really just stimulating enough that I have some time left over to write some of it down.
As for this week, basically I have spent the five days since skydiving trying to completely unpop my right ear.
See, not all of the stories are interesting.