I was listening to Steely Dan's King of the World and noticed how we used to say "raper," but somehow it's changed to "rapist" ...as though it's some kind of skilled vocation...like a cellist or a geologist. I think it's too elegant; we should go back to raper. Seriously, we don't say "murderist" or "muggist." OK, I'll allow words like "arsonist" and "bigamist" because a certain amount of skill and artistry can be attributed to them. But sexual predators don't subscribe to "rapism" and their crimes wouldn't be classed as "rapeological." I question the personal life of whoever's idea this alternative form was. Or am I being a trivialist?
In the balance, life is fun. Life in Japan, experiences, and views from a big, hairy geek living (just outside of) one of the most amazing cities on Earth. I was a tech, musician, and chaos mechanic in Dallas until I was lured to Japan by the Shibuya scene where my wife and son and I now run a private school in the suburbs. Living and working abroad can make for alternative perspectives on just about everything. This blog is of my experiences, views and anything else that seems interesting.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Thursday, December 19, 2013
Sunday, May 05, 2013
Review: Saturday Night Live: Third Season DVD
Perceived Running Time: 40 minutes (depending on the episode)
Replay-ability: high
Estimated Durability: 4 generations+
Audience: Wide. Fifth grade and up (some mildly dirty jokes).
Why:
This is one of the best and most entertaining time-windows into the late 70's you'll ever find. It features some of the funniest, most talented performers, at their height, hungry, raw and energetic. This is about the time when they'd polished off the rougher edges, but before the show became tiresome formulaic. Watching each episode in it's entirety is important as each one had an overall rhythm and flow like a good music album or symphony. My 6th grader has found a cornucopia of inspiration from this trove of forgotten excellence in performance and modern vaudeville. I predict that the material herein will remain fresh and highly entertaining long-after my generation is dead and gone. The Charles Grodin episode alone was hysterical from beginning to end, in a weirdly post-modern way. My son's watched that single week several times over.
Without the commercials, the episodes fly by. They can also be enjoyed in chapters if you need a some quick entertainment.
This is also a great time capsule of Americana, reflecting the mind and matters of the late 70's. If you want to get a cultural feel for that time, or share it with someone else, this is better than any history book. While it does mock timely events and make timely references, it does not rely on them to the point of alienating subsequent generations; about as much as classic Loony Tunes or Monty Python.
In addition to the comedy, it also features some very candid performances by famous musicians, also in their early prime.
Why not:
The jokes do get a little dirty here and there; it is a late-night product of the swinger culture of NYC. It would be considered racy even by today's broadcast standards. It periodically makes references to people and events that are long-forgotten, even by those of us who were active in those days. The most intolerant youth might call it dated, and the pacing is of course slower than modern comedy. The skits that do rely too heavily on the forgotten are easily skipped.
Further, the quality is not strictly consistent. Some "weeks" are funnier/better than others. Some skits soar while some bomb. But even the weakest weeks are quite entertaining. But this is the result of it's organic nature. As it grew in consistency in the 80's, it lost genius.
If you like That 70's Show, you're going to LOVE this. It's the real deal.
Kudos:
Raw, hungry, fresh, energetic talent.
Demerits:
Occasional out-dated references.
A blu-ray edition would be appreciated with more special features, bookmarks and the ability to play only the musical segments.
Notes:
You might be given to buy one of the "Best Of" volumes, but you'd be cheating yourself. Again, each week had a flow. At the risk of comparing SNL with immortal classics, it would be like attending a Best Of Shakespeare. It would be like only watching the highlights of a sporting event. Too much of the overall experience is lost. Several youth I know never "got" the classic SNL until they sat down and watched complete episodes.
Verdict: Don't bore younger people with your old-people stories of how great the 70's used to be. Show them some of this and then just answer their questions.
Labels:
70's,
america,
comedy,
culture,
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Saturday, June 02, 2007
That's Funny...I Couldn't Before
I don't get it.
Two years ago, I was trying to take my chromatic hammer dulcimer apart to clean inside it but I couldn't get the sound board off; the lacquer had bonded it. I also wanted to see if I could put it back together again; I couldn't. Every time I tightened the wires, the heads would slide to the middle. Hundreds of miles away from anyone who might know what to do, I packed it away to be finished some day in the future. Seemed like a good way to give more attention to the fiddle, anyway. Made some good progress on the latter as a result.
Two years later, just a few weeks ago, I was sitting around late one night and for no reason it flashed in my head from out of no where what I needed to do to tighten the wires and keep the heads in place. I hadn't thought of the dulcimer in ages, but I ran upstairs, unpacked it and sure enough the notion worked. I had it tuned and ready in a little over an hour.
Giving it equal time with the fiddle, within a few days I wasn't just playing it as well as I ever had, I was playing it far better. I even started getting chops all over the place. I'd never had chops before. I'm even using it (effectively) in sing-alongs. Disturbingly, the music that comes the most naturally is the Herb Alpert TJB songbook. But I'm laying down technique like never before. It's the weirdest thing!
Two years ago, I was trying to take my chromatic hammer dulcimer apart to clean inside it but I couldn't get the sound board off; the lacquer had bonded it. I also wanted to see if I could put it back together again; I couldn't. Every time I tightened the wires, the heads would slide to the middle. Hundreds of miles away from anyone who might know what to do, I packed it away to be finished some day in the future. Seemed like a good way to give more attention to the fiddle, anyway. Made some good progress on the latter as a result.
Two years later, just a few weeks ago, I was sitting around late one night and for no reason it flashed in my head from out of no where what I needed to do to tighten the wires and keep the heads in place. I hadn't thought of the dulcimer in ages, but I ran upstairs, unpacked it and sure enough the notion worked. I had it tuned and ready in a little over an hour.
Giving it equal time with the fiddle, within a few days I wasn't just playing it as well as I ever had, I was playing it far better. I even started getting chops all over the place. I'd never had chops before. I'm even using it (effectively) in sing-alongs. Disturbingly, the music that comes the most naturally is the Herb Alpert TJB songbook. But I'm laying down technique like never before. It's the weirdest thing!
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