12.31.2007

SOTW: Sanity Rules! || "Work That" by Mary J. Blige


It took Marguerite Yourcenar 30 years to complete her Memoirs of Hadrian. She later remarked of the experience: “There are certain books one should not write before the age of 40.”

It took Mary J. Blige nearly two decades in the music industry to complete her current Growing Pains. She recently remarked of the experience: “I can’t settle and be miserable because you want me to sell a miserable album…If you want to deal with some other artist, then go deal with some other artist. That’s the chance, as a leader, that I take. I’m not worried about finances or you buying my album. I’m worrying about my sanity.”

It is the kind of line that makes Left-Eye smile in heaven.

While there are probably certain songs that one should not sing (or get) before the age of 40, thank the stars for the youthful impulses of Mary J. Blige, 36, who has long recognized in life and song that there are certain privileges that age carries.

“Work That,” a track from her turn-of-the-year release Growing Pains cannot be dismissed (as many male critics already have) as yet another interchangeable ladies power jam. And no, I don't care that Apple just used the song for an ipod promo. We all know that within every ladies power jam is a specific circumstance and remedy. Think through, for example, what ALOTR instigator Barbara Johnson (right) might call the “critical differences” between Donna Summer’s “She Works Hard for the Money”; La India’s “Ese Hombre”; or La Lupe’s version of Phil Ochs's “That’s the Way It’s Gonna Be.”

In the case of “Work That,” the circumstances are flexible enough to incorporate a spectrum of predicaments, be you unemployed, at the mercy of a manager-from-hell, single at the strike of midnight, pissed at your parents. The remedy, as Blige so vitally reminds, is to be yourself. The opening strident sounds of a toy piano remind us of our earliest musical steps. Its initial clumsiness is deceiving, as you’re soon driven into the kind of bump that has an intense gravity to it. It’s a song that requires slowed down Bell Biv DiVoe choreography, moves so ably modeled by CBB at O!H’s east coast launch. Dig your heels into the ground, dance at the lower levels, and raise your bottles in the air.

Ladies, in my pre-40 precociousness, I’d like to lean on the words and sounds of “Work That” to ring in 2008. Tear a page out of the Coney Island Polar Bears Club Rulebook and dive in. Burn your supply of Pepcid AC and get down to this:




Japi New Jeers! Don't forget to eat grapes. - (ATV)

12.26.2007

SOTW: "Merry Christmas, Darling" by The Carpenters

Thank you for respecting our radio silence the past few days as we paused for egg nog and disposable chafing dishes filled with festive arroz with our respective families of blood, choice, and those that have chosen us. The three of us were scattered about our mutual souths (Florida and California). In the Inland Empire where I was stationed [Left: the parental tree] the tumultuous gusts of Santa Ana wind made our holiday-festooned palm trees sway.

While at the parental abode I took time-out to rewatch Ratatouille (as I know my compatriots recently have) and found myself taken with this line written by the emotionally gnarled food critic, Anton Ego: "Not anyone can be an artist. But an artist can come from anywhere." After a long-ish but pleasant Metrolink ride past places that felt like they were meant to be concealed, for better or worse, I was really struck by the critical gesture that not only undoes the spatial snobbery of aesthetic judgment, but also acknowledges it's even there to begin with.

Then my heart recalled, as it so often does whenever it swells with a saccharine rush, a voice sweet n low from Downey, California. And I knew "Merry Christmas, Darling"--sung by my namesake Karen Carpenter--had to be our song of the week. Like every great Christmas song of the 20th-Century it begins with a rubato vocal intro, only this one is not about ending up somewhere we're not supposed to be ("White Christmas": "The sun is shining, the grass is green, the orange and palm trees sway"); or filled with sweet homilies about what Christmas means ("The Christmas Song" aka "Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire": "Christmas future is far away, Christmas past is past").

Instead, "Merry Christmas, Darling" begins with that voice I can only describe as a sorrowful smile telling us things really start when it's all over:

Greetings cards have all been sent

The Christmas rush is through
But I still have one wish to make
A special one for you...



And as Karen's voice catches with a raspy and glottal, yet melifluous sadness on all the dipthongs at the end of the song--"I wish I were with you"--our hearts melt all over again with the kind of true tenderness we seem only to allow ourselves alone in moments of peace after it's all said and done. In the spirit of the vocal round that closes the song, layered gooey like a crockpot gratin, we wish a "Merry Christmas...Merry Christmas...Darling" to you, yours, and those you wish were yours. - (KT)

12.18.2007

SOTW: "Everlong" by Foo Fighters and "Patience" by GNR (aka a Very Acoustic Christmas)

Inspired by recent situations where the relevance and value of performance as a site of study has come under attack in covert and insidious ways (whether institutionally or personally) and blessed with having a car for the past week (thanks to La Lucy's generosity), I'd like to make a brief case for the importance of liveness both as a keyword and condition. Debated most famously by theorists ranging from Philip Auslander to Peggy Phelan, Saidiya Hartman to Jose Esteban Munoz, liveness for certain bodies has meant the burden of existing under the rule of various culture industries -- whether they be entertainment, journalism, or even the academy.

Yet, at the same time, liveness and live performance offer these same bodies another means of world-making -- a physical, psychic, and creative space for cultivating intimacies between performers and audiences - in theatres and galleries, living rooms and garages, even within the space of our own cars, bedrooms, or between our headphones (which ALOTR member, JT, has described as "remote intimacies").

Today, during the early morning drive to my yoga class, I was reminded once again of the power and potential of live performance but, this time, within the particular form of an in-studio acoustic performance on KROQ's morning radio show. Listening to the "Best of Kevin & Bean's Morning Show" and driving through the Los Angeles rain, I caught 15 brief moments of an interview w/ Dave Grohl (frontman of the Foo Fighters and former drummer for Nirvana) with the added treats of his solo acoustic versions of "Times Like These" and "Everlong". Forever a child of the grunge era (I think it may have been the marriage between punk-inspired plaids and Northwestern hippie magic; my propensity for coffee, cigarettes, and guys with long hair in high school; not to mention Matt Dillon and Kyra Sedgwick in Singles), this unexpected live acoustic performance was so tempting that stopping in the car to listen to them almost made me late to (my favorite Vinyasa instructor) Natasha's class.




The illicit nature of listening to this live performance in a parked car brought me back to a Friday morning in 8th grade when I convinced my mom that I was sick enough to stay home, allowing me to sneak my mini-boombox under the bedcovers so I could listen to an early morning Pirate Radio in-studio performance from Guns n Roses. The memory of hearing for the first-time ever an acoustic version of "Patience" (versus another routine day of reading, writing & 'rithmetic in Catholic school) was priceless.




What do live performances such as these, distributed through the analog medium of national radio, show us at thirteen, sixteen, thirty-odd years old?

They make real the "other side" of performances --beyond the back stage, since there isn't even a literal stage in sight. They bring back into our imaginary the music and rehearsal studio -- those places where the large, "wall of sound" hair metal and rock bands are able to pare down to the bare minimum -- sans the light shows and big screens, the groupies and monster colosseums, the armies of roadies and overpriced merchandise and back to, dare I say, a more organic version of their songs (a la cage free chicken eggs). A form that invokes the tight and intimate spaces (as well as erotic zones of pubescent youth) of the campfire, backyard, dorm room, and music studio. A musical performance that isn't just about hearing a song's lyrics and notes but also about tasting the grain of the singer's voice, feeling the sensation of plucking taut guitar strings, and imagining the mystical olfactory mix of coffee (or maybe even whiskey), cigarettes, and a freshly laundered flannel shirt.

So in this season of spectacles - from the holiday parades and frenzied, sales-obsessed mall hordes, to the mounds of wrapped boxes under the tree; from the rockin' New Years eve fireworks and neighborhood Christmas light displays to children of all ages fighting for the latest Wii's and laptops - here's to the simple gifts that unplugged guitar heroes have given us over the years. - (CBB)

12.14.2007

What a Shonde! || From The Red Sea to Echo Park

LIVE||ALERT
The Shondes (w/ We Float)
@ Echo Curio
1519 Sunset Blvd
Los Angeles
Sunday, December 16
9pm
Tickets: $5
Info: 213.977.1279

[LISTEN: "Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow"]

This Catholic Pinay lesbiana (on the Far From Heaven-side of butch) knows what “shonde” means. It’s Yiddish for shame, disgrace, pity or outrage. And I knew this before I peeped the definition thoughtfully provided on the website for queer dramarock sensations, The Shondes. I know what “shonde” means because—interfaith confession time—I fancied myself a spiritual Jewess the minute I saw Yentl on VHS and felt tingly about all the cross-dressing, carts of books and “like buttah” showtune meditations on female education and the Talmud. I was so moved by the sepia-toned, candle-lit, made-for-Barbra-by-Barbra exultations about desire, feminism and faith that the very next day I rushed to the B. Dalton bookstore across from WhereHouse Records at the Riverside Plaza to buy a copy of The Essential Talmud, and the collected works of Isaac Bashevis Singer.

I knew it was deeper than my brief flirtation with the Baha’i faith circa the 7th grade. But I didn’t realize until much later what it all meant: all those grainy, black & white dreams of Brooklyn scored to the pizmonim-inspired harmonies of Fiddler, or those fantasies about being a stranger among them in Cicely, Alaska with Dr. Joel Fleischman on Northern Exposure. For this nerdy, only-child from Southeast Asia coming of age in the white, working-class suburbs of Southern California, Jewishness meant intelligence, humor, showtunes, culture and cute glasses. Not only did Jewishness (or at least the made for TV versions I encountered) compliment my own sense of strangeness and my own sense of ethnicity, but oddly—thanks to my belated, analog encounter with Yentl—it also told me something about my budding queer sexuality. Only two months before I came out as a big homo, my Yentl costume on Halloween was misread as “Shaolin Kung-Fu Master” by all the other college dorkuses around me. A shonde in so many ways. And it’s because of this awkward sense of communion (pardon the Catholicism), and a recommendation from a McSwonderful friend that now, more than 15-years later, I have found The Shondes.

Known for combining “traditional Jewish music” and instrumentation with queercore attitude, punk rock power chords and dramatic sway-if-you-dare melodies, the Brooklyn-based Shondes have amplified that sense of cross-identification and encounter I remembered from oh-so-long ago for a new millennium of queers and others who find themselves misfits in awkward places. In recent years, the band has taken their unique sound and queer activism to venues all across the country—from Louisville, Kentucky to Riverside, CA (back in ’06).

Now on a national tour in support of their soon-to-be-released album, The Red Sea (dropping 1-8-08), The Shondes will be in Southern California on Sunday, December 16, at the Echo Curio Gallery in Echo Park. The band’s resident “Farfoilt Fiddler” (as he’s described on their home page), Elijah Oberman, took a moment to chat with me online from an undisclosed location between San Francisco and Santa Barbara. Here’s what Eli, The Shondes’ resident poet, and an active member of Jews Against the Occupation has to say about Hanukkah, the road, The Red Sea, and what lies ahead…

O!I: Eli, thanks for taking a minute out of your busy touring schedule and the holidays to chat with us. So how was it spending Hanukkah on the road? Did you observe the holidays, or do you approach it all with some sense of ambivalence and fatigue?

E.O.: Well, we traveled with a little menorah, and I think we ended up lighting it more nights than not, which was a victory I think. We actually got to spend a couple nights of it with some radical Jews in Seattle and Olympia, which was quite wonderful. I think playing shows, making music during Hanukkah made it meaningful, and at our Seattle show the local chapter of Jewish Voices for Peace got up and talked about their work a little and had a fun auction to raise some money, which also felt like a good way to connect the holiday to our politics.

O!I: That said, The Shondes are known for being a politically active and activist band. You’ve also been known to get involved in local politics—at least in New York—with organizations like the Sylvia Rivera Law Project. Do you ever get involved or embroiled in some of the regional and local politics you encounter in places further from home, throughout the U.S.? What has your relationship been, generally speaking, to other regions you’ve toured through? (I read your myspace blog about the band's tense encounter with Ron Paul acolytes somewhere in Oregon).

E.O.: Oh, but you make it sound so terrible! To think of us embroiled! Just kidding, but yeah, we do like to connect with people doing political work in New York and also in some of the places we play shows on tour. We like our shows to be meaningful to people and I think that can happen in a lot of different ways- I want people to be moved by our music, to actually feel something and feel like our music gave them something important. And in addition to that, especially when we're on tour, I think that having people who are really rooted in and doing important work in their community use our show (since we're just passing through) to build that community, to connect the feelings music often brings up for people to real work they're doing there, can be a really wonderful connection. [Left: At the Jews Against the Occupation Channukah Benefit--Photo by Shomi, Courtesy of The Shondes]

O!I: Now that we're on the topic of being moved by the music, this is your first full length album, correct? What made you collectively decide it was time to expand the sound to an "LP" format? And what changes did your sound undergo to create a longer musical narrative on The Red Sea?

E.O.: Yeah, this is our first record. We just really felt like it was time. We've been together for about two years now, and we just really wanted to have something that we felt represented us. That we could be proud of. It was so exciting to step back and have to look at our songs as a unit--what kind of an album do these songs make? What is this record about? We chose the title for a couple reasons. We actually have a song on the record that references the story of the parting of the Red Sea, using it as a metaphor for taking really emotional political risks (the story goes that the sea didn't part at first, and it wasn't until one person jumped in and went as far as he could by himself that the sea parted, that they had earned a miracle), and that felt like a pretty good way to talk about how we want to live our lives. But also, it's funny that you used the word narrative because as we started looking at the song titles. it started to feel like we were telling a story. Like they were chapter titles in a story book, or a tale of sorts. So we wanted it to have a big, grand title to go with it and The Red Sea felt like that. (Also there's a lot of red and water imagery in our lyrics). [Above Right: The Red Sea photos by Erica Beckman, Courtesy of The Shondes]

O!I: Other critics have made hay of some of the prophetic tones in your music. How religious--however you might define that--would you really say your music is? On the surface, at least, it seems that the band is invested in the cultural, aesthetic, and one might even say “ethnic” Jewish traditions in your music. But do you consider yourselves participants in any more explicit sense of religious feeling? Or do you see the music as a critique of organized religion?

E.O.
: Oy, what a question! For me personally, I think that my drive to make music, art, culture, and struggle for justice in the world, comes from a very deep visceral place, one that comes from a sense of intense connection with and reverence for the earth and people and creatures around me. Why bother fighting what often feels like overwhelming injustices in the world, or strive to make beauty despite that if things don't come from a place of deep love? And living in this way, valuing a strong sense of connection with the power of the life of all these things around me that feels so much bigger than me- I guess you could call that a connection to something divine. I suppose that's religious in a way, though that's a somewhat loaded word for me and so many other people. I'm definitely strongly identified as Jewish culturally, and sometimes go to synagogue so that's part of my personality and how I express myself and those feelings for sure, including through music and the band. But it's really important to me that I think we're making music that a lot of different people will be able to see themselves in, that values and utilizes the three of us who are Jewish in the band's Jewish music and culture without being exclusively Jewish by any stretch of the imagination. That was a simple enough answer, right?

O!I: We wouldn't want it any other way [insert winky emoticon here]. Now that we've tackled "faith," what about your queer constituency? I know you’ve headlined for a range of bands that other music sites have dubbed “grrrrl punk” or “punk girl power” (to quote a page that shall not be named). Do you find the label disconcerting, given that you are a mostly male band? Where do your trans or post-trans politics figure into this? And how do you imagine the relationship you’ve forged musically with bands that have come out of the post-riot grrrrl tradition?

E.O.: Well all of us identify as queer and feminist, and since most of us grew up as female that's a big part of who we are, so I don't feel so uncomfortable with that aspect of it. I think we come out of a moment where feminist and queer also meant a strong commitment to radical politics in general, to fighting racism and classism and calling out privilege in the often largely white and class privileged queer and feminist communities and music scenes we are a part of.
That's something that's still really important to me, and that's an ethic we bring to our music and the shows we play. What I do find disconcerting is the constant pigeonholing of bands with queers or women in them, the way that keeps our and others' music from reaching more people, and continues to say that a "normal" band, a band to be respected and taken seriously, is three or four straight white guys and anything else is "other." [Right: At the Ruined Music Party, May 2007. Photo by Bryan Bruchman]

O!I
: Let's just say, true dat! Well, Eli, sadly we’re running out of time, but before we part, I wanted to ask what lies ahead. What are your expectations for the band with this new album in the new year? Any parting words or dedications to close out 07?

E.O.: Thanks so much for taking the time to do this interview. I'd just like to say again that I hope people will check out the record (and I'll give a shout out here to our wonderful producer Tony Maimone from Pere Ubu, They Might Be Giants, and most recently Book of Knots who was an enormous part of making this record), and I hope you all love it. That said, I'm so glad it's done because I'm looking forward this year to being able to get back to focusing on writing more new songs (and continuing to play tons of shows of course)!

O!I: We're looking forward to seeing what The Red Sea brings as well! Mazel Tov, and see you in a few days at Echo Curio. - (KT)

12.10.2007

TVOTM: Could it Be Magic? || Manilow Wants YOU to Pledge to PBS

It’s that time of year when public television pledge drives start to feel like a conspiracy. We arrive at channel 13 or 21 to find that the soothing sounds of Boyd Matson on Wild Chronicles and Sunday's digestif, Lidia’s Italian Table, have been elbowed out by more viejo-friendly fare such as the ubiquitous Doo Wop Love Songs (clocking in at two hours), and Ageless Skin: Secrets from Dr. Denese (whose extraterrestrial affect can make even the most graceful feel monstrous). I’m especially missing my dose of hot papi Marc Bittman—and here I publicly out my crush—even though he needs to shake Batali loose and fast. I have confirmed reports that a posse of Italian nonnas would like to take the Orange Monster to court for his particularly nasty theft of their intellectual property. Plus, when I bought the hype and patronized Lupa, chicken Ragu was a special. Major caca.

And yet, there’s nothing like making new friends. It is also that time of year when treasures such as BOWFIRE and Twelve Girls Band become an intimate part of your world—two musical extravaganzas that will most definitely grace the pages of Oh Industry in its virtual lifetime. For now, however, I’d like to revisit last friday and the glittery haze that followed Consuelo Mack: Barry Manilow’s Songs of the Seventies. The show could best be described as having a marsh effect: soon after wading in, you realize you’re stuck for the duration.

One would think that a proper South Florida upbringing would have involved an intense relationship with he who wrote the songs. That I should finally be hailed by Manilow's spell via Chopin's "Prelude in C Minor" that softly guides “Could it Be Magic?” is far from accidental. This prelude was a staple of my early years at the piano, a piece when played made me feel very serious. It was a major sonic repository for my 'tween angst and despair, the only piece I would practice after spending hours-in-darkness with Pink Floyd. This prelude will forever mark my early desires to be an intellectual, when I though that part of being an intellectual involved gravitas, and before I came to learn that Chopin is dismissed as the cheesy composer. Apologies for the confessional: I felt all this, by which I mean Chopin and Manilow, occupies an important place in the goth arsenal.

While the excerpt below is not from the PBS special from last Friday, it more than captures the gut-busting power of Manilow in the live. There are a few moments of this performance that I’d like to call attention to that beg to be theorized further: the raspy iterations of “now,” the Chopin-segue-into-Disco via a deep citation to Donna Summer, the pelvic thrusting at minute 3:28, and the giving way of the stage to the amazing back up singers. Screw Lou Reed. At least Manilow has the “colored girls” come front and center.





This month, I’d like to ask you all to support public television—let’s join together and help shape the airwaves. Let’s thank those whom we’ve come to rely on, like Priscilla Patrick from Priscilla’s Yoga Stretches for helping us to finally drift off after a long night of insomnia. - (ATV)

12.09.2007

"WoWoWee" Winners of the Week || Arnel Pineda of JOURNEY + Tiffani Faison of TOP CHEF

WoWoWee is a Pinoy TV variety show, a phantasmagoria of confetti featuring group dances set to seizure-inducing strobe lights, musical performances, and a revolving game show format that promises profound "life changes" for the poor and working classes who comprise its most devout audiences. Honestly, the show demands its own O!I feature: class manipulation! Cronyism and controversy! Diasporic circulations through the international cable channel, TFC (The Filipino Channel)! That insidious theme song! What I'm really doing herrrre today, though, is swooping in for our own twisted version of wow[WoW]ee--an ephemeral new feature offering proppers in the form of rock horns and jazz hands to some real life "Winners of the Week."

One of our honorees is about to undergo a life-changing Journey of Rock Star proportions. The other deserves a sistah-ly drum circle for finally breaking through the Top Chef glass ceiling.

[Fig. 1: Arnel Pineda, Journey's new lead singer; Fig. 2: Tiffani Faison, winner of the Top Chef Holiday challenge].

ARNEL PINEDA, the frontman for the hard-working Pinoy coverband, The Zoo, has been tapped by the post-Perry (post-Augeri, post-Soto) fellas in Journey to be their new lead singer. Apparently, OG guitarist Neil Schon scoured YouTube and came across our man Arnel doing this:





As the Tricky Troll exclaimed after hearing Arnel's dreamy, open-throated yawp: "It's like Steve Perry before coke killed his vocal chords!"

When Kunmora Lee Simmons sent CBB and me notice of this development in poplandia, my first instinct was to do a cultural nationalist endzone dance, or--as I suggested in an email to la Kunmora--to wave a giant foam finger in the colors of the Filipino flag. [Right: A tee I've always regretted not buying.] Maybe it's because I've been known to croon a Journey tune or two myself at The Smog Cutter (my own personal Cheers, so hands off wannabes!) Or because I know damn well what it means to travel with a Pinoy band workin' hard for the money on the Southeast Asian hotel lounge circuit. (Thank you for the music mom & dad!) But damn it, I'm with Arnel all the way to Pechanga or wherever his 'highway run' takes him. And I'm announcing now that I plan to become a resident tomboy in his barkada.

Predictably, in the midst of all this fanfare, some puti rock jocks and wanky purists are now deep into some thick-necked, racist hazing of Arnel, with remarks as benign as "you are no Steve Perry" (courtesy of the not-as-thick-necked Idolator), to complaints about his accent, red-blooded proclamations about keeping Journey an "All American band," and straight-up EVIL experiments in photo shop [L: from the melodicrock.com forum. Jim Ayson of Phimusic.com sketches out the controversy here.]

My "Foolish Heart" loves Steve Perry as much as anybody else who spent their adolescence in Riverside, CA. "Don't Stop Believin'" is my ur-text, and I even owned a Columbia House cassette tape of SP's 1984 solo album, Street Talk ("Oh Sherrie...our love...holds on"). So do y'all really have to go to the accented, trained monkey stuff?!? To be fair, there are some Journey fans out there who admit to the fucked-up-edness of fan forum responses to Arnel. LAWoman on the Melodic Rock forum (pg 5) comes to mind. (Note: she is NOT another one of my alter-egos). Truthfully, I'm most sensitive to some of the more subtle, colonialist arguments about karaoke and rote imitation currently being made about Arnel's Perry-with-a-difference delivery: the kind of stuff CBB and I discussed in our joint riff on the CPDRC videos at ASA this year. I'm dying to tsismis about this with CBB when she rejoins our coven of codependency this week. Suffice it to say that we here at O!I won't stop believin' in Arnel. Butanes up!...Faithfully, bro. Faithfully. [Above: Arnel in the middle. With his new band.]

TIFFANI FAISON "ain't your bitch, bitch" anymore. The Top Chef season 1 runner-up returned to do battle in this week's Top Chef Holiday Special and became the first female contestant in the show's history to win top honors. She and season 3's Anistonian good girl, Casey, have come closest to taking the regular-season grand prize of $100,000, plus a grab bag of culinary tie-ins.

To win the $20,000 prize Faison says she will use towards her new restaurant in L.A., the culinary badass had to best top dudes and fan favorites Tre and CJ (both from season 3), season 2 feudies Marcel and Betty, season 1 castmate and "top somelier" Steven, and the lesbiana haircraft posse, Sandee (season 3) and Josie (season 2). Tiffani is probably one of the least popular cast members ever to excel on the show, despite being game enough to headline a Greek island culinary cruise for Olivia. (Faison identifies as bisexual.) I've always appreciated her no-nonsense attitude (if not her penchant for multi-colored bandanas), in the face of the show's, and the culinary world in general's, blatant sexism. [R: Tiffani, flanked by Josie and Tre, passes off her vessel of yams to Steven (far right). Betty, owner of L.A.'s GRUB kicks it far left].

Tiffani deserves the $20K just for having lived through Dave's fagacious waterworks and infamous "I ain't your bitch, bitch!" breakdown at judge's table after a team challenge late into season 1. With too many tunes in the key of "me me me me me" in the Reality TV world, it's nice to see someone who doesn't preen and moan--aka someone who's a little boring--take the prize home with some mad skillz. [L: Tiffani gets her own catchphrase tee ] Oh what I would've given for a slurp of that butterscotch pudding!

Lesson of the week: try this at home. - (KT)

12.05.2007

SOTW: "One Step at a Time" by Jordin Sparks

Listen to this one with your headphones on.

Follow the click of the lady heels until they morph into a midtempo metronome pacing a plucky synth-harp and a vocoder tease. A couple of sassy cabasa twists later and your heart is thumping comfortably to a bass drum that's just thick enough. Quarter Pounder thick, slapped between fuzzy hand claps doubling as a hi-hat. And while the harp makes off with the leitmotif the vocoder left behind, the song opens up and you're awash in harmonies straight Off the Wall. Or maybe out of Ne-Yo's back pocket. This infectious jam, like Ne-Yo's entire oeuvre, is reminiscent of early solo-MJ. And it belongs to none other than the reigning American Idol, Jordin Sparks, who studiously sells this tasty ditty by holding that big voice back just enough to keep things buoyant until a gratifying bridge curves us right into her pliant upper-register.



Who woulda thunk Robbie Nevil of C'est la Vie fame (1986) could crank out such a timely pop gem more than two decades later? Nevil collaborated with a smorgasbord of Swedes to write this track. Beyond IKEA, meatballs and social services, Sweden's greatest contribution to contemporary culture has got to be ear candy. Think ABBA. And of course, Max "Baby (One More Time), "I Want it That Way," Since U Been Gone" Martin.

In the frenzy of the holiday season and semester's end, sit back and sip slowly on the simplicity of this single-to-be's songcraft and message: "one step at a time...there's no need to rush." - (KT)

P.S. Special thanks to Princess Charles (aka Scexpatriate) for giving this album to Kangagi, who in turn shared it with me on a digestive drive home from the LBC.

12.02.2007

SOTW [Dispatch from Borinquen]: "Stay Together" by Jennifer Lopez

Apologies for the delay, SOTW is on official Cuban time this week. This ATV is currently away doing research in La Isla del Encanto. I write this alongside coquis that I can hear but can't see. Seriously.

OK, so she might have hit us where it hurts (see: El Cantante). Nevertheless, every lady should be allowed a redemption song. I haven't had the occasion to indulge in such delicious behind-the-wheel dancing since Biggie's "Mo Money Mo Problems." Enjoy this track from Jennifer Lopez's newest and bestust album....



Disfrutala. (ATV)