Archive for April, 2007

This Week In Dada

Posted in Uncategorized on April 27, 2007 by brokenheadphones

YOU find the words.


Love, and Football: A True Story

Posted in Bad Craziness, stfu on April 23, 2007 by brokenheadphones

The store is one of my usual stops, on the way home from one of the record shops I frequent. This particular winter evening, the face which greeted me upon entering was not that of the store’s proprietor, but a woman whom I’d never seen before. She didn’t have supermodel looks, but I thought she was quite pretty indeed. She gave me a big smile as I walked in, that made me feel as if everything was right with the Universe.

She asked about driving conditions, and suddenly we were yakking like we’d known each other our whole lives. I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman where I felt so at ease, so fast. Even now, months later, it seems as if, for a moment, the proverbial light and angelic choir were beaming down on the two of us, in that little store. For the merest of moments, I dared to hope that this might, maybe, just possibly, be The One. And then — and then —

<sigh> And THEN…

She stood up. I’d asked about a particular brand of wine, and she stood up to get a better look at the bottle I was holding. “Oh, no…” I was staring at the jogging suit jacket she was wearing.

She looked down. “What?”

Are–are you–are you really a Real Madrid fan?” I was looking in horror at the logo and crest emblazoned on the jacket.

She smiled at me again. “Oh yeah, I LOVE ’em; they’re the only football team I watch.”

“Oh, no” I said again, unzipping my jacket to reveal the embroidered FC Barcelona t-shirt I bought at the Barca superstore adjacent to their stadium in Barcelona.

“Oh, NO…” The shock and dismay was plainly etched on her face as her shoulders fell.

(Now, for the unaware:

There are rivals in football: River Plate vs Boca Juniors in Argentina, Vasco Da Gama vs Flamengo in Brazil. The rivalry between FC Barcelona and Real Madrid is perhaps the biggest in all of European sport. You can read about it here.)

And then, in a fraction of a second, our faces both did the following dance of emotions:

–Hurt and anger: “You’re the Enemy! How DARE you trick me into being nice to you! I can’t even be seen TALKING to you because you’re the ENEMY!”

–Rage at the Universe as we both rolled our eyes heavenward: “WHY dost thou MOCK ME??”

–And then shame that we’re half a world away from both of these teams and their stupid rivalry, and we both started laughing at the ridiculousness of it all.

We’ve run into each other a couple of times since then. I personally hold a sort of faint hope that we could be the football version of James Carville and Mary Matalin, but really, I know better. Really: any other team in all of the Spanish La Liga and we would be planning the wedding by now. But no. We laugh about it, but we both know it can never be. Because the moral of this story is that there is Love, and there is Football, and there ain’t no substitute for either.

True story, swear to God.

Loop***s Ruin Everything.

Posted in Music, stfu on April 22, 2007 by brokenheadphones

A couple of weeks ago I was in a record store here in town.  In the back, digging through the dance and disco singles (not all dance records are disco) were a group of guys who were going through them all, needledropping.  This (for the vinyl-deprived) is a process gone through in used vinyl record stores that have turntables for the patrons so they can listen to the record before they buy it.  These guy were needledropping a bunch of stuff, looking for loops, and passing on otherwise good songs because they didn’t hear something they could feed into a sampler and delude themselves that they were doing something creative by making loops.  Under my breath, I christened them ‘Loop***s’.

Anyway, they wrecked the joint.  They left records strewn all over the area, out of the bins, and in some cases, out of their covers, even though there was a plainly-labeled BOX to put records in for those too lazy to put them back where they got them from.  The store owner was so angry he removed the turntable.

The other day, I had opportunity to talk with both that store owner and the manager at another store in town, and the subject of the Loop***s’ recent behavior came up.  It turns out these chowderheads persons are well-known nusiances around town.  Not only are they inconsiderate, they’re annoying.

I bring this up because I got browbeat into going to a club with the promise that there would be Disco.  When I got there, the DJ was one of the Loop***s.  “Alright”, I thought to myself, “Let’s see what you got.”  What I got was:

Two disco records I recognised;

Two other disco records I didn’t recognise;

A whole LOT of 80’s Italo-Disco (again, for the uninitiated: this is a different kind of music: not actually disco, but a kind of proto-techno/house); and the rest was–wait for it–


Now, in the proper context, I have absolutely no problem with loops.  Everybody knows I love house and techno, both styles which are basically MADE from loops.  But DISCO is NOT made of loops.  Disco songs are SONGS first.  They might have huge percussion breaks in the middle of them, but they’re still songs.

I don’t really have any kind of rant for this.  All I’m sayin’ is, the next time somebody promotes a ‘Disco’ night, somebody better play some Goddamm Disco.  And I mean heavily orchestrated, Gospel-shoutin’, conga-beatin’ DISCO.

Loops are not Disco.


[Edited 2016-12-03 because I used an insensitive word]

Before I Forget…

Posted in Infectious Agents on April 18, 2007 by brokenheadphones

… I’ve forgotten just about everything else this week (we’ve had to cancel a show because I forgot to check everybody’s schedule before I said yes to it)(not the first time that’s happened): Ben said some really nice things about the loss of my show and all the other music shows on WDET on his blog (He doesn’t have permalinks, so you’ll hafta scroll down to it).

Finally Back.

Posted in Uncategorized on April 10, 2007 by brokenheadphones

It took forever, but I’ve finally gotten my access restored.  I’ll get back into the posting thing as soon as I remember how to put my random thoughts into words.