...ahhh its love at first sight!

...ahhh its love at first sight!

Recently I have discovered how I can define my favorite bands. I mean it can be as simple as the fact that I like them best out of all the music that’s out there, but if you put some time into how it is personally definitive to you, you can have some fun. I’ve realized that my favorite bands are comprised of musicians that have gotten me to look and listen to music in an entirely new way. New ways that I could never have imagined without these minds. And I know we call it a top five, but right now I am stuck with just four. One of which is the Velvet Underground.

I’ve never discovered a band from an era that I thought I knew so well so late in the game. The Velvet Undeground is responsible for a lot of musical genres, movements, experimentation and adventures. People call them the first punk band. Their earlier records feature John Cale’s electric Viola droning in and out in sync with the guitars. They can appeal to everyone if you keep your mind open enough and give them a chance. I knew about them forever because they always ranked in the “…greatest of all time” lists. But I think it came at a later point when I was mentally ready for it. It was then that I realized how Lou Reed’s lyrics are like poetry.

The Velvets are not a mainstream band- and well, they are underground. Which sometimes makes their, I can’t find a better word here, memorabilia very hard to find and usually more expensive than you ever expect it to be. When I just saw this, I was excited at the thought of learning more about a band that only really loving fans seem to know anything about. But when I saw the price at $300, I was disappointed.

Of course coming from the New York Times Magazine, the Style Magazine nonetheless, it chronicles alternate record covers, ticket stubs, lyric notes, film stills and letters. It is a big book I hope to get my hands on soon. I have also recently discovered a love for cultural histories of New York City- and if you didn’t know, the Velvet Underground are a big contributor to that.

–Now, I read the biography of Andy Warhol and a lot of people associate this band with him. And I would like to set readers straight that he did fund and design their first imfamous record cover. He is also why Nico was included in the first place. She was a commodity (one of Warhol’s earliest muses)- she had to sing solo, or along with Reed, and be featured in the record of Warhol was not going to fund anything. This is how she won her American fame. She was already a popular German singer-songwriter.

Even though their music can be depressing, I truly, really love this band because the Velvets are the ultimate poets of the 60s. It is euphoric. Maybe that is due to Lou Reeds addiction to heroin, but I like to look beyond that. I recommend going for The Velvet Underground, the self titled record. Or even Loaded which is a lot of people’s favorites, including mine. Once you understand those, you can get the full effect of The Velvet Underground & Nico. One of the most musically layered and complicated records that exists. I now understand why it always made those “….greatest of all time” lists.

Do something new this break. New to your brain. Try out the velvets. I hope they don’t disappoint you. (Also, let me know how it goes.)

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29 years

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29 years ago today John Lennon was assassinated by Mark David Chapman outside of the Dakota Hotel on the upper west side of New York City. If you have not made it to Strawberry Fields, I recommend it. When my senior class in high school got the week off to go to Disney in Florida, I did the unnatural thing and stayed home. My dad and I spent one of those days in the city and seeing Strawberry Fields was one of our activities we wanted to do together. While we were there, we saw countless tourists just like ourselves, a man propose to his girlfriend and two homeless men who looked like they had experienced the full effect of the 1960s. Its a cool place to visit. Maybe next year I’ll make it on December 8th for the 30th anniversary. But I figured it would be cool to go at 40 and especially 50 years- which we will definitely see the day of.

Its a story among us Beatle fans that is kind of common sense once you reach a certain age. It is as memorable in comparison to ask ‘where were you when JFK was shot?’ Lennon and Yoko had returned from the recording studio. He was in the midst of making Double Fantasy. Released three weeks before his murder, its his best selling solo album and won him the 1981 Grammy for Record of the Year. Mark David Chapman was posing as a fan, trying to get his autograph and then he shot him. The story is unclear to me as to why MDC wanted to murder one of the most peaceful and beloved human beings. A movie was made about Chapman were Jared Leto played him and Lindsay Lohan is in it too. But that’s besides the point. The point is, don’t see this movie. I’d rather you read the Wikipedia article on him if anything.

Last weekend on the Breakfast with the Beatles show I did a feature of all John Lennon solo work and his best Beatles stuff. It was really fun, actually and very well received by my normal listeners. Although he is not my favorite Beatle (George is, of course) I still have a hard time recognizing his extreme amount of talent. After I read John by Cynthia Lennon, his first wife, I kind of lost respect for him because of how he broke Cynthia’s heart and was an absent father letting his family fall to pieces as he fell for this artist, Yoko, and continued on with life as if nothing existed before her. Cynthia even came home from a weekend away with girlfriends to find them sitting on their living room floor in their his & hers bathrobes. But every once and a while someone will remind me of why he was everyone’s everyone. This time I think it was explained the best.

The beauty about John Lennon as an artist is that from the beginning when you sat him down to interview him, or just to talk whether or not it was an audience of five or five million, he always poured his heart out. He treated everyone like his brother, being honest and pleasant just, literally, trying to make the world a better place. That is what made Lennon so likable. It is what continues to make him so lovable. Despite his many, many, faults and crazy life, he was a genius. But he was also a tortured soul. People of every generation will continue to fall in love with him and his music. Lennon just wanted to tell the truth and sometimes it really pissed people off (like when he said the Beatles were bigger than Jesus Christ- who can argue with that….?!) But the truth is the best policy, maybe not all the time. But it was for him. Lennon wanted truth, peace and love. I think we can give it to him.

Also if you are interested there is an exhibit going on at the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame Annex Museum in NYC commemorating his life in New York City- his favorite part of his life and his favorite city to be in. It opened this May and I’m quite sure it goes through next month. Every time I look for an end date, I can’t seem to find one.  So check it out. Also, if you have not yet seen A Hard Day’s Night- watch it. Funnier than anything: it is English comedy before Monty Python. Also, Help! is also tremendously funny.

"are you listening to me, Lennon??"

"are you listening to me, Lennon??"

So if you haven’t yet today, play a little Lennon.  Do something he would do. Happy December 8th.

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Sent to me by my sister- this new documentary is the same genre of all the other “one year trial” films that we know and love so well. Perhaps the most extreme version of it that our generation (or that I’ve) seen. Hopefully Ithaca will prevail and bring the picture to theaters (in this town, I can’t imagine it not being here…eventually.) Enjoy.

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click the picture to link to the paper's news blog

click the picture to link to the paper's news blog

I love being able to come across things in the morning. For reasons I cannot understand I am awake. Okay- I know why. There is, what I hope is, a squirrel living in between the walls in my apartment and it wakes me up at certain time every morning. The proximity of this to my head while I sleep is not only enough to wake me up, but creep me out. Something about the vibrations I feel of it’s scurrying……just talking about this worries me.

So, I’m UP! I’m up! Lord. And what is there to do but surf the sites. And when I check all my daily blogs, one of them includes my drugs & society class. (Side note: anyone who is not a senior should take this class. It is only offered in the fall and it is one of the best classes I’ve ever had: very informative, bringing up discussions and topics that have always been thrown down the wayside. There are GREAT reading assignments and class discussions that you will want to be a part of. Not to mention the teacher knows her stuff, and she’s mad cool.) Because she posts fun stuff like this. I always knew there was a subliminal reason for me to me to move to Denver—-KIDDING…….although, after all, my sister lives in Steamboat and I’d be a few days worth of car rides closer to her. Lesson here: don’t be afraid of alternative job markets.

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sir macca, a genius even at age 10

It was reported two days ago (I’m not sure why I didn’t know about this until now!!) that an award winning essay of Paul McCartney’s was found by Kevin Roache, who is writing a biography (yes, another) of McCartney and his family. It is a 300 word essay about the English Queen’s leadership: “no rioting nor killing will take place because present day royalty rules with affection rather than force.” Have we heard this one before?? ….YUP— ALL YOU NEED IS LOVE.

I am blown away of how beautiful his handwriting is- hell, of course the man’s handwriting will be gorgeous to look at: 1) he’s English (something in my mind says that they have a more formal sense of education and would have beautiful handwriting) and 2) he’s Paul McCartney. This allows me to bring up my beef with the world and my personal realization that poor handwriting is an epidemic in this country. No one writes letters or thank yous. And since I’ve been going through the “type-up-everyone’s-contact-information-for-radio” phase of my life for the last month, people’s poor handwriting is even more apparent to me and just upsets me on a daily basis. When you cannot get in contact with someone in the wee small hours of the morning simply because you cannot tell if their 1 is a 7 or their 2 is a 3, it can eat away at you until you are ready to snap (luckily for all of us this phase in my life is coming to an end, soon.)

Let Paul’s essay be a lesson to us all: 1) please practice your handwriting 2) he knew all along that love is more powerful than war 3) everything that will, or ever has, come out of his mouth (or pen?) proves that this man is a genius and even at the age of 10, the world will fall in love with him all over again.

the only man i will ever love who rocked a mullet for so long (1972-thanks corbis!)

the only man i will ever love who rocked a mullet for so long (1972-thanks corbis!)

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sigg

the man with the plan

Maybe its because I see them all over campus, but the SIGG is now becoming a fashion statement. I remember when it was all about the Nalgene. Mine was bright yellow and came with me everywhere I went, spawning the dawn of mass water consumption in my life.  I even went through an iced coffee phase – used to fill my Nalgene in the morning with coffee and add ice. Yes I used to be more cracked out than I am now, can you IMAGINE? —This Nalgene lasted until my dad decided to recycle all the water bottles in my house, I went to look for it and it was gone. (Defeats it’s own purpose, doesn’t it?) Then we started hearing about the “Sigg”and how its plastic doesn’t permeate toxins into your body, they act like a thermos – but are not indestructible like a Nalgene. (The boys I went to high school with invented the “Nalgene Game”- where you set up trashcans in the high school hall ways and tried to bounce the nalgene off the floor and get it through the goal. There was a lot of violence involved as well- how could there not be?)  If memory serves me right I remember an interactive freshman year bulletin board illustrating these comparisons between the two water bottle choices. All I know is ever since I’ve been pronouncing it wrong. Every other person tells me that I am saying the opposite of what it is.

Now, I like my “SEEEEEEGGuHH” – it was free. My mom’s boss received one as a gift and she saved it from the garbage. Now over time the dishwasher has deluded its indecipherable orange designs and I’ve lost the plastic ring that is supposed to prevent it from leaking- so its always without its screw on cap: either full or empty, making me always aware of open beverages (I’m a master.)

We have come along way in our SIGG culture- but now you can go further than you ever expected to and design your own. With the cliche “make love not war” trippy hippie designs, and the “simply ECO logical” ones they sell in the bookstore. SIGGs are everywhere, particularly the bike shop in the commons has every different kind of reusable water bottle you little heart can dream up. But now you can be way too cool for school and make your own. But beware, you better REALLY like your tag line, because you’re stuck with it.

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this is why he’s president

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Please feel free to use this website for whatever personal interest you may have. Mine is clearly the 60s – and I know that I can never find a great photographic print of Timothy Leary (see previous post) but one day it will happen. After textual conversations with my fellow sixties friend and motivation of my own, my obsession with finding this photography led to me finding the corbis archival website. And I think it might be true love.

The story goes as I might have the swine (not really), maybe a cold, or whatever it is that makes my body ache and nose run. Yesterday it was much worse. So I think I’m already progressing upwards- which is grand. After returning home from work, I have not left my bedroom floor since. The internet is pretty much my medium of choice, clearly, and I’m afraid I’m a full on junkie.

More on the sixties-. After meeting with a professor about a semester research project (that I hope many of you participate in) she brought to light for me what I can study in graduate school. I’ve always dreamt of being a historian, but I’m not sure I have the patience for academic jargon. I’ve never had the patience for it, actually- who knows how I’ve gotten this far. But I would strive hard for this one: graduate school for sociology or public (health) policy. I’d then be moving in the direction of becoming a social historian of drug use in America and could possibly become an advocate for drug education in American high schools (and elementary schools, if you can count D.A.R.E.). I know this involves article writing, GRE-test taking, math learning for the previous and everything in between. But if I take even more of her advice and take time off and really grab a hold on something I want, I might be able to make it happen. (Thoughts?)

See, I clearly have the swine: hence the ramble. No one is feeling well on this campus. Sacrificing a night of live jazz trio Marco Benevento was the best choice. I cannot wait to go to bed. But I think before that happens I will spend more time listening to Bobby Dylan and reviewing archival photographs. Count it. Do this.

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Bob Dylan's Danish exhibit will feature 100 acrylics and watercolors.

Bob Dylan's Danish exhibit will feature 100 acrylics and watercolors.

Bobby Dylan is Jewish and releasing an album of Christmas Carols.

But after you get over that one, try this on for size. Just like Mr. Macca, he is a painter. More than 100 of Dylan’s own paintings and artwork will be on display in the Statens Museum for Kunst, the Danish National Gallery in Copenhagen. So if you have time, swing by and check it out.

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is there?

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timothy leary (click the pic to learn)

I am beginning to get a reality smack. College is my adolescent time, coming of age, discovery, pleasant, happiness.

Is there life after college?

I’m afraid it’s too soon to be asking these questions, friend.

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