Thursday, August 31, 2023

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Dave

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Dave


"Pompeii"
Bastille
Bad Blood, 2013

I'm a very vindictive person. It's a flaw of mine. Once I hate something or someone, that hatred sticks with me. Sometimes it's a preoccupying hatred. My hatred is tough to reverse, so I wouldn't say I love this song. However, I do indeed like "Pompeii." When it was released in 2013, I despised everything about this song. I hated the cheesy chant at the beginning (and I still do), I hated the vocalist's voice, and I hated the non-stop airplay it received. I remember it coming on at the Grey Lodge (RIP) on Frankford Ave. and the bartender singing along, and I suddenly began hating him too. It all changed when I was sent to California on business in 2014. One night after work, I decided to drive from my hotel in Thousands Oaks to Santa Monica. I think it was about half-hour drive. As I was driving through the canyons near Malibu, this song came on, and for whatever reason I enjoyed it. I never understood it and I still don't. To this day, I don't change the dial when this song comes on.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Joe

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Joe


"C'est la Vie"
B*Witched
B*Witched, 1998

Music is a choice.

It's a choice to listen to music, and it's a choice regarding which music you listen to. Passivity can also be a choice, but in that case you are choosing to not choose, which is still technically a choice. Active listening, though? Definitely a choice. To tell someone what you're listening to? You're proclaiming your choice.

What I'm proposing now is that that choice, the choice to listen to whatever song you're listening to by that song's artist, that choice says something about you, the listener/chooser.

I know not everyone agrees with me in that regard. I know I'm probably in the minority. There might even be accusations of me "taking this too seriously" or, even worse, me "being judgmental" when it comes to other people's choices. I swear that's not the case. But there is a judgment involved, right? How can there not be? That's the engine that runs what we do here. That's what we've been spending all summer doing! Offering up songs for specifically stated reasons, and allowing our peers to judge—judge the song, judge the choice. It's unavoidable. To be uncomfortable with that probably means that you're avoiding writing on a music blog anyway. To be here, present, making choices, requires a certain measure of courage.

Courage because, occasionally, you're gonna be wrong. I don't exclude myself from this fact. It's unavoidable. The great thing about music is that it gives the listener a lot of room to be wrong. And that wrongness can be a pathway to a conversation. What's right, what's wrong, where does the disagreement lie, and so on.

But it begins with a choice, and that's important too. Maybe the most important thing. The choice is unavoidable. Without judgment, I think that choosing to listen to a song that was created by and continues to exist in this world because of a child molester, a rapist, a sexual abuser, a racist, an anti-Semite, and so on, is wrong. I can prove to you that I am not judging you by saying that it's wrong, simply by showing you the DOZENS of songs created by these types of artists that were chosen for the Summer Song Challenge and still published on this blog despite this editor's full knowledge of the artist's actions.

There is a great argument that art should be separated from the artist, and I know that plenty of people believe that and let it influence the choice of What Should I Listen To Today. I get it. That's the easiest thing to do, and it might even be factually correct to say that listening to, for example, Morgan Wallen in the privacy of one's own home does literally no harm to anyone in any tangible way. That's true! It doesn't!

It gets trickier still when you consider the fact that maybe not everyone knows that this dude is a racist. I acknowledge that I am "more online" than others, and certainly more "plugged into" the world of music (and thus music news) than people who just listen to whatever the algorithm gives 'em. Not that there's judgment in any of this, but there's especially no judgment here, in the space of ignorance. It's okay. You don't have to know everything about every artist.

Go ahead and use the search bar above and see how many effusively positive words you can find that I've written about Arcade Fire. This was an important band to me. A foundational band in my own personal musical upbringing, I'd even say. But its frontman, Win Butler, was outed as abusive toward women, and so I don't listen to Arcade Fire. Do you think that was an easy choice for me? Do you think I get my rocks off pretending I have some moral high ground? No, and no. It sucks. It's a terrible but (in my opinion) necessary choice. How could I possible hear the same things in Funeral now that I know the person who made it and who he is? Why would I want that choice to reflect on me?

Ignorance is an excuse, but only up to the point when you're informed. When you're told that Morgan Wallace is a racist, and you still choose to listen to his music, then what does that say about your choice? What does it say about you? I'm arguing that music is a choice. You, the listener, are asked to make a choice. The choice is important.

And then you have to consider the fact that blogging can be different things to different people. What I proposed at the beginning of the summer was that you are choosing songs that fit the prompt. That's all. I said nothing about people actually having to listen to those songs. If you ask me personally (as opposed to "me, the PoYB editor-in-chief"), I would tell you that I think the endeavor only works if you are choosing songs that you want other people to listen to—that you are making your choice known—but I certainly acknowledge that maybe not everyone saw it this way.

Maybe you might see as more of a questionnaire. "What is a song that begins and ends with the same letter?" If you're just answering the question, then "Sprawl II (Mountains Beyond Mountains)" by Arcade Fire fits the prompt. If you're just answering the question, then there's no need to consider the choice. It wouldn't be a choice. You're just answering a question. I get it! That's the great thing about blogging—it can function differently for different writers, even on the same blog. Far be it from me to take blogging TOO SERIOUSLY.

But it's still a fucking choice! And if you really are just answering a question about punctuation or some shit, then you're leaving yourself open to misinterpretation. I only know that anyone who chose an Arcade Fire song, or a Jason Aldean song, or a Michael Jackson song, or a Brand New song, or a Kanye West song, doesn't adhere to the beliefs of the artist because I know you, the person who chose it. But this is a fucking public blog, and it wouldn't be unreasonable for someone who doesn't know any of us from jackshit to see a Brand New song and assume that the person who chose it really doesn't give a two fucks that man who fronted Brand New is a sexual abuser, let alone condone his actions implicitly by your choice.

It's reasonable to know this and say: who cares! Seriously. Maybe this really comes down to different opinions about how we should portray ourselves online. I take my online persona seriously, and I try to align it with my real-life persona as best I can. I take sexual abuse seriously in real life. It's part of my career and my life's (actual paying) work. I make decisions based on my beliefs in this realm that affect how I live my life. And it is my belief that writing a blog post in which a fucking Ryan Adams song is embedded and discussed and possibly misinterpreted as "a song that I want you to hear" would betray who I am as a person and what I hold dear.

And—this is probably the most important point as I attempt to build a parallel case that I'm not being judgmental here—it's totally reasonable and probably expected that everyone is going to draw their own lines in this regard, even if you do agree with me that listening to music is a choice. For example, I could imagine maybe a female with a sexual abuse history listening to Arcade Fire, since it means something to them and that didn't change when the truth about Win Butler came to light, or maybe they hear Arcade Fire in a new light and are able to gain some semblance of power and agency, ironically or not, back from the band. Or, more simply, consider the scenario in which a Jewish individual chooses to listen to Kanye West because they separate art from artist. I've never been a victim of abuse, and I'm not Jewish, and so maybe I would even have less of a say in these matters. I don't know.

What I'm saying is that it's totally okay to draw the line between art and artist, even though I personally will never and could never. I believe with every fiber of my being that music is a choice that we actively make every single fucking day, and I believe furthermore that this choice means something. Maybe not even that. Maybe the choice means EVERYTHING.

And so, I make the choice today. I listen to a song. I choose this song—an innocent and lethally catchy '90s pop song that for some reason turns into an fiddle-led Irish dancing song in the bridge—as the song I want you to hear today. When I was young, I did not like this song, because I thought that liking pop music like this might give people the wrong impression. I like it today, as it remains the same catchy pop song, but my definition of "wrong impression" has completely changed. What I fear about others' perceptions of me looks different than it did way back then. Hence, the switch from hate to love. Hence, the switch from deceit to honesty. This is what this song says about me, that I've worked hard over the past few decades to make that switch.

I swear that I'm not saying anything I said today in order to declare moral superiority. The exact opposite—I'm right there with y'all, in the trenches, making the tough choices. I completely understand that the art/artist separate is real and feasible to some. I'm kinda jealous, to be honest. I wish I could feel that way. But I don't.

I think what I'm really trying to say here is that I take music seriously. That's all. I think music is the most important thing that we have as humans, beyond... love, maybe? But even the concept of love is so inextricably tied to music sometimes that it's easy to conflate the two. I think music is precious, and should be protected at all costs. And I would hate to see the act of music sharing be fucking wasted on some fucking assholes who utterly disrespect the thing that we hold so dear.

I think that's what I'm trying to say. Maybe not. If you want to assume I'm just being obnoxiously pious here, then there's nothing I can do to stop you, just like there was nothing I could do to stop anyone from choosing a morally dubious artist to publicize on Puke on Your Birthday this summer.

Ah well. So it goes. Such is life. Wait, isn't there another phrase similar to this that I could use here?

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Pat

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Pat


"Don't Stop Believin'"
Journey
Escape, 1981

WARNING: MASSIVE SPOILERS FOR A SHOW THAT ENDED 16 YEARS AGO

My favorite interpretation of The Sopranos finale is as follows. The whole show, from the first minute of Season 1, Episode 1, to the infamous cut to black, represents the only time in Tony's life where he is capable of self-reflection. See, no one involved in la cosa nostra is particularly honest with themselves. Christopher is a violent drug addict who fancies himself a screenwriter and later a family man. Sil complains about anti-Italian discrimination without pausing to consider if his line of work reinforces the worst stereotypes. Paulie thinks he's respected. But Tony, for a brief span of six seasons, opens up to the possibility that **maybe** he's not the best version of himself. That's why the series opens with him outside Dr. Melfi's office. Over the course of the series he progresses and backslides, but he's at least trying to examine his life critically.

That all ends in "Made in America." Dr. Melfi has kicked Tony out of therapy after concluding that he's not capable of changing. By the end of the episode, Tony agrees. But why would he want to change? He has everything he could ever want. Phil Leotardo is dead. Junior is alive, but ain't coming back to run the crew. His son is finally figuring out his path in life. His wife belongs to him alone. His daughter is engaged and going to law school. Sure, Carlo might be talking to the government, but Special Agent Harris will put in a good word. Besides, it's time for family dinner at Holsten's. As soon as Meadow walks in, Tony realizes he's won. He can't improve on this situation. And as any healthy American knows, there's no need to self-reflect if you're succeeding. Thus ends Tony's capacity for introspection. He'll be a piece of shit forever, because it works for him. The screen cuts to black. Show's over, folks.

Is this the correct interpretation? Who cares? It's the interpretation I find the most satisfying and most in line with the show at-large. And it improved my opinion of "Don't Stop Believin'." Before watching the show, I associated that song with working at weddings and guests hitting the high-water mark for being drunk and annoying. Now I associate it with art.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Bob

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Bob


"God's Country"
Blake Shelton
Fully Loaded: God's Country, 2019

I used to absolutely despise this song. It's your classic new age country song. Same shit different lyrics, same background music. He probably didn't write it, only performs it. 

This song for some reason came on when me and all my boys were up the mountains (a little tipsy), and we all just belted it out at the top of our lungs after a race we went to. Still a shitty cliché song, but in that moment we all loved it. When the song was over, we all kind of looked around and then started just cracking up. We all knew the song was an overplayed radio song, but it turned out to be a pretty cool moment that we won't forget.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Sam

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Sam


"Goodbye Stranger"
Supertramp
Breakfast in America, 1979

Classic rock radio giveth and taketh away. In Philadelphia, WMGK in particular introduced me to many artists I appreciate. However, the radio station also beat certain songs into the ground. "More Than a Feeling" by Boston, "Sweet Home Alabama" by Lynyrd Skynyrd, and this song in particular were lost before they even began. 

But my buddy Pat R. encouraged me to give Breakfast in America another spin when we were in college. And by goddamn he was right. 

All of the Supertramp songs are pretty wacky, and unique. Singles miss out on the greater album concept. WMGK is all about dipping your toe into the water; you're gonna have to drown in some nonsense if you really want to learn how to swim.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Stephan

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Stephan


"Pompeii"
Bastille
Bad Blood, 2013

On our visits to Jersey, Allison's sister, Becca, is typically our ride—picking us up from PATCO, driving two or three hours to see extended family. She's a huge Bastille fan, and this song is far and away the most frequently played in her car. It felt like it was literally being played on repeat every time we entered her car. I absolutely hated it. I'm not sure what changed. Maybe it was being beaten over the head with it that forced the changed? Whatever the reason, it's kind of my jam now, though I'll never fully admit that to Becca.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Pam

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Pam


"A More Perfect Union"
Titus Andronicus
The Monitor, 2010

The Monitor is one of Joe's all-time favorite albums. I wouldn't say that I hate it. It's just not my cup of tea. I don't know if I'll ever come to love Patrick Stickles's voice. But over the years, I have grown to respect, appreciate, and even enjoy the music of Titus Andronicus. "A More Perfect Union" is a good one. The Civil War "theme" is definitely a draw for me.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 95: Maeve

Prompt: "A song you used to hate but now you love"

Selected by Maeve


"Crash into Me"
Dave Matthews Band
Crash, 1996

I don't really hate songs. If I don't like it, I just won't listen to it? Therefore, I had to think of a song that was inescapable, that I've changed my opinion on. Do you know how hard it was to not pick Taylor Swift??? But I do feel like I've really hammered her music home already.

In high school, I was never allowed to go to Dave Matthews. It was always the thing of "bad things happen there," but also, in hindsight, did I ever ask? Or did I just assume I couldn't go because it was always a shitshow and I played by the rules? I have no idea. Of course, by the time Bridget was a senior in high school, she'd been several times, thrown up on the side of my mom's car, and watched my best friend's younger brother get carried out by the medical staff. Younger siblings, man.

Because there was always such a hoopla about his show, I kinda associated it with his music and was "anti" all things related. I'm not saying that it was Ladybird that changed my mind about DMB, nor the Doughboys podcast doing too many episodes about his concerts, but here I am ready to admit... I do like this song.

Wednesday, August 30, 2023

Never Seen It, #113 of 200: My Fair Lady

Why Can't the English Learn to Blog? Americans can do it... well, this American, anyway... well, I'm trying... okay, I suck at it... I've been trying to watch 200 movies from a list of movies I've never seen before and it's taking me a decade... let's continue...


My Fair Lady
1964
George Cukor

I'm inviting back a couple of PoYB film contributors to discuss this movie. It's not new to get different perspectives from other people in this column, but it is new that we'd have a discussion with more than two people. But it turned out great! Thanks to Pam and to Fisher for contributing their thoughts and their emails. We mapped out a little schedule, the emails flew into inboxes, and now I've compiled the discussion below.

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Joe: As is mostly the case with the movies on this list, I had no idea what My Fair Lady was about before watching it. Okay, it's a musical. Check. Okay, Audrey Hepburn is in it, playing what is most assuredly the most attractive homeless woman that has ever existed in fiction or nonfiction. Check. Alright, let's see what it's about... an old man is teaching Hepburn (okay—Eliza Doolittle) how to speak proper English? Hmm. I think there's promise in the idea, but I was a little iffy on how their relationship turned into a romance. I think? Or were we made to not really know what the nature of their relationship at the end?

That's not my question. My question is: what do we think of the whole "language equals social status" concept? And what does the film think of it? Maybe a part of why this is like a 3/5 instead of a 4/5 for me is that clearly the notion of being a good person via speaking "properly" is ridiculous, but My Fair Lady takes it seriously. I know it's an old movie. Fine. So does it hold up?


Pam: Ok so does the "language equals social status" thing hold up? I think no. It makes sense in the movie, but only because it takes place during a time when that exact idea of high society existed—with all the etiquette involved in the horse race and the ball, etc. I get it, but the question is: does it hold up? In 2023, the only example of this I can think of is, like, meeting the King or Queen of England. And I'm only getting that idea from watching The Crown. The whole notion of knowing who to address as "your majesty" vs "your highness" and who to bow for and when. And I still don't think you'd be, like, thrown out as a fraud if you messed anything up.

Otherwise, speaking "properly" in 2023—what does that really even mean? It sucks that at one time it did, but I don't think that it's something that necessarily equates to social status any longer. Is there still a correlation between education and social status in the US? Sure. But in this day and age, there are many people who are working to close the gaps that enable these disparities. We know it's not a good thing. My Fair Lady just kind of exploits it, and then laughs about it. I mean—and now I feel like I'm just picking it apart—isn't the way Eliza Doolitle speaks just a dialect anyway? I guess her grammar is a bit off, but it's sort of like Henry Higgins (and the whole lot of them) is just treating her like dirt because she doesn't speak the way that they think is the best.

In 2023, would they make a movie about a woman who is berated by men because of the way she talks, then coached into a person who is deemed acceptable by society, and also maybe loves the man who literally called her "baggage" and a "creature" all those times? Oof. This time around I don't think Henry Higgins would walk away smelling like a rose.


Fisher:
Overall Response—I think that first paragraph is bang on. The level of offense caused by a real world facsimile of Eliza at the Ascots wouldn't leave everyone as "dashed" (Pickering ✊🏿). But I *would* bet me last schillin' that there are numerous institutions today that wouldn't tolerate such dialectical freedom. I think high-class diction is less a requirement but still a very strong recommendation for the upper-crusters.

But I have a feeling that I dare to assume too much intent on this film. The cynical/sincere balance is imperceptible to me based on age and my ignorance of the filmmaker's personalities. And this is a time where going against the grain was verboten. There are likely examples of films up to this era that whitewash endings or other bits of dubious people and acts but otherwise excoriate them throughout. Studios might not have tolerated a non-flowery ending to such a light movie.

I found "Quit Professor Higgins" to be cynical as hell. I let out an honest guffaw a couple seconds into it. I saw that number as a huge "We think he's a scumbag, not Mr. Cool. We know what's goin' on here." Higgins gets a way too easy ending, that's no doubt. But I would say the script was pillorying him for almost the entire length of the movie. His heinous insults, his consistent denial that he insults her, his emasculating relationship with his mother, the list goes on. Intentional or not, I posit he's painted as a sociopath, or just shy. His view of the world is assured and horrifying. I think the filmmakers were in on it, just unavoidably handcuffed. I hope.

Answer to last paragraph—Oh God no. Not any chance in hell would such a film be made. And I'm down with that. Even regardless of the human beings involved, such a dynamic isn't something our society is interested in seeing. And I'm down with that. I hope.

Question, inspired by Pam's question: could there be a market for a return to similarly idealized, escapist films, but with a dose of today's zeitgeist? I stand by this movie's premise not flying today or tomorrow, but fanciful, happy-go-lucky love stories and others? I see other things trend toward resurrecting simplicity or antiquated versions but with a "modern bend."


Joe: I like this kind of exercise. We get to FIX THE MOVIE, and in the process probably make it much, much worse. For the record, I don't think that there's necessarily anything "wrong" with a movie featuring a psychopath who kidnaps a hot homeless woman and tortures her until she talks differently. I just think that the issue is what the film is trying to tell us about that. Is the film itself saying that this is okay? Even though it's clearly not? I really do think that the 1964 film My Fair Lady has no problem with Higgins' behavior.

So if you're asking what My Fair Lady (2023) would look like, then I think you could have a very similar movie, just allow space for the question of whether this is okay. You don't even have to be preachy about it. Like, maybe just have the greek chorus of maids and butlers be on Eliza's side instead of Henry's side (they could sing "Poor Eliza Doolittle!" instead)? Maybe have Higgins show in at least two or three tangible ways that he has grown to like and respect Eliza instead of begging her to live with him because he doesn't know how to wipe his own ass?

But there's gotta be a balance, because if you give too much space for that shit, then it gets preachy and boring. My Fair Lady in its original form does not believe that there is anything wrong with the situation between Eliza and Henry. I could see a modern version believing it, but not trusting its audience to believe it. That wouldn't be any fun, and would lose the fancy and whimsy that you speak of.

Musicals are supposed to be fun. They don't have to be "real" or "down to earth" (e.g. I enjoyed how there were moments when the whole cast of extras just froze at the beginning of a scene, making it clear that this is not real life). They don't have to teach a lesson about the morality of language. But I also think that musicals and films in general have to at least have some self-awareness about it. Tough to expect that of an almost 60-year-old movie.


Pam: Yep, totally agree that having the greek chorus of maids and butlers on Eliza's side would make this more palatable for modern consumption. I could see this movie being re-done yet again (Pretty Woman being the remake that now kinda even seems out of touch). I could envision, like in a lot of modern takes on old movies, some role reversal. I'll use the Barbie movie as an example (without spoiling anything) of a movie that makes you think and has something to say without being preachy simply because it's really fun and "escapist," as Mike put it.

It also makes me think about how many movies have been written based on the plays of Shakespeare. I love that the bones of the story remain but the details are what constantly evolve to essentially put the timestamp on the art. Actually, reading more about My Fair Lady, I just found that this was based on George Bernard Shaw's play Pygmalion, which was based on the Greek myth of Pygmalion. Pygmalion makes an ivory sculpture of his ideal woman and then falls in love with his own creation. The goddess Venus brings his statue to life in answer to his prayer. So there we go—same story, different details.

So I guess my question will have to do with that: Is My Fair Lady really a story about a man who creates his ideal woman and then falls in love with her?


Fisher: I would say it is but only to an extent. Certainly it was never his intent to mold her into an object of his desire. To Higgins (one of the most assured fictional characters I've ever witnessed), there is no ideal woman. 

But it also kinda is because the machinations of the plot can't be ignored.

I might say it's a story about an egotist whose pursuit ended up showing him the error of his ways. He laughed at and derided the notion of love. But then he fell in it. Much as he is the master of his own mind, he's still human. He can think love is fake all he wants. But he's human. And Eliza has a backbone now, she ain't putting up with half as much shit.

Five years later and they're hand-in-hand, antiquing in SoHo. I bet money on it. She's taking his ass down several pegs.


Joe: I like the description of Higgins as one who realizes the errors of his ways. That allows us to have sympathy for this otherwise very unsympathetic character. We might even go so far as to say something cliché like "they bring out the best in each other." I don't know. That might be a little too pat.

I think this is important, the conversation about whether this film is fit for modern audiences, but I also think we should talk about the fun. Was there any fun? Of course there was. This is a musical! It's supposed to be fun! A movie musical has an excuse in this way—it might not be the best film ever, but if the musical numbers are good, then its rises the tide for the rest of the boats.

So my general question is: are the songs in this film worth the price of admission? I wasn't as thrilled as I usually am with musicals. Maybe because I wasn't familiar with any of the songs? That was something that Pam was surprised about, that I didn't know any of them. Even without the recognition, I thought most of them were good-not-great. Nothing stood out to me as outstanding. Nothing felt like a showstopper. Maybe the big "Get Me to the Church on Time" number? Though with that one, it was both larger-than-life and also completely fucking unnecessary.

Anyways, yes, that's the question. What do we think about the music?


Pam: I'm a musical person, so I do love the music from My Fair Lady. My personal favorites are "I Could Have Danced All Night," "Wouldn't It Be Loverly?," and "On the Street Where You Live." But these are definitely old-school classic musical songs. I could totally see my high school putting on a production of My Fair Lady (in fact, I think they did after I graduated). The songs are totally what I expect to get from a musical such as this. In the same vein as those from Oklahoma!, Hello Dolly, etc.

My hangup is that Audrey Hepburn didn't do her own singing! She even took voice lessons but still couldn't cut it. She was cast over Julie Andrews, who was playing the part of Eliza Doolittle on Broadway at the time, because she was a bigger name. Audrey Hepburn's acting in MFL is superb, but it does kinda burn me up that she didn't sing. Especially since Julie Andrews was already a great Eliza. Julie Andrews did, however, end up getting cast as Mary Poppins that same year, which propelled her into stardom, so she was okay. After discovering all of this, I did feel like I was betraying Julie Andrews by watching the movie.

Apparently the reviews weren't great for MFL, in part because of Audrey Hepburn not doing her own singing. Maybe that's like the curse of MFL; actors cast in singing roles nowadays would likely make it their business to do their own singing. And usually they are rewarded for it (Renée Zellweger in Chicago, Anne Hathaway in Les Mis, etc.).


Fisher: "Get Me to the Church on Time" is the only showtune I've sang at a karaoke, and "With a Little Bit of Luck" is the only showtune I've put on a mix CD.

Couldn't nail down how or why, but MFL won an extremely uphill battle to be the star in my eyes that it is. My junior year English teacher popped this in for us, and I was so upset. I'm a seventeen-year-old man I don't wanna watch this crusty old MUSICAL. But it didn't take too long before I was just in it.

"Why Can't the English" is a lot of fun. "Ascot Gavotte" is a good quasi-takedown of the elite. I was in Eliza's pocket hard during "Show Me." That felt the least like "Oh we're doing a number now" as opposed to this chick is just speaking her truth.

Not much I actively disliked, I was pretty down for all of them.

Question: Did you discover any actors and think "I want to see more of what this person has done"? I'm on record as being big on Pickering. But honestly I want to explore all the main actors of that house. And Eliza's dad.


Joe: Great question. There's a thing that I like about old movie that you don't really get with new movies, and that is being able to avoid being bothered with the "where the fuck have I seen this actor before?" question. Yo, it really bothers me, and then I have to pause the movie or miss a couple minutes while I look it up on Wikipedia where I know them from. I don't have to worry about that with too many old movies! I don't want to celebrate that too hard, because it's a sign of my ignorance when it comes to film, but still. Audrey Hepburn I knew only because I watched Breakfast at Tiffany's for this film project 1000 years ago it seems like. I didn't recognize anyone else. That's a good thing. Clean slate.

Kind of a relatively bit part, but I liked Theodore Bikel as Zoltan Karpathy. He was really only in that one big scene at the beginning of Act II. It was one of those moments where you're like "oh shit, this new guy looks like trouble, I wonder how he's going to disrupt the status quo our characters have thus far established?" And the best part was... he was kind of an idiot! That's more fun, to laugh at it then for him to be a serious, mustache-twirling antagonist. (Also not really noted in the film was that Higgins apparently taught this guy everything he knows, which reflects poorly on Higgins.) It's tough to say "I want to check out what else he's in" because I recognize very few movies on any given filmography of these old actors. Maybe The African Queen? That's early in his career, so I assume it's a bit part. Actually, probably the most relevant to this blog is that he played Tevye for a while in Fiddler on the Roof on Broadway. There's a decent chance that Melissa Peterman and Theodore Bikel looked alike at some point.

Honestly, Audrey Hepburn was great in this, and I hate that the thing that Pam mentioned—the controversy of being casted over Julie Andrews, despite not being able to sing apparently—sullies her performance in any way here. She did great! And singing your own songs is overrated anyway. Don't people give Russell Crowe a lot of shit for doing that? Where was his reward? I mean reward beyond one single wayward blogger out of earth's entire population defending his honor to the death? And, I don't know, I'm cool with Danny Osmond singing B. D. Wong's Mulan parts. See what I'm saying? Who the hell is Julie Andrews anyway? (That's not an official question, it's not my turn.)


Pam: Oh boy, do not get me started on Russell Crowe in Les Mis. Not today!

I found Stanley Holloway as Eliza's father to be charming and very funny. He was cast perfectly, and really hammed it up in his two songs. He is the blueprint for portraying the comic part in productions like this. I also thought the actor who played Freddy did a really excellent job. I hope he did his own singing, because his voice was beautiful, and if he didn't, he certainly had me fooled. [Editor's note: it was dubbed!] Turns out that actor (Jeremy Brett) played Sherlock Holmes for years. I've never been too interested in Sherlock Holmes but maybe I would like it... I like TV crime shows.

Yes, Audrey Hepburn was phenomenal as Eliza. Especially since seeing her in Breakfast at Tiffany's in such a different character. It definitely showcased her range. I will stand by the singing thing, but everything worked out for Julie Andrews as it should have so I have no ill will towards Hepburn's performance.

I was counting the costumes that the ladies of Monterey used to dress as Audrey Hepburn in their self-indulgent-ultra-rich-people school fundraiser (or whatever it was) on the show Big Little Lies. There were two from MFL. All of the costumes were from either MFL or Breakfast at Tiffany's, by the way. Couldn't they have picked a person who had recognizable looks from more than two movies? That show...

Anyway I guess my question is this: what do you think the big take-away is from My Fair Lady, if there is one?


Fisher: The big takeaway? I mean I could speculate on several. First: "Let's give the people a nice time at the movies." Set decoration, costume design, dancing, singing, acting, cinematography, intermission. This film really is a celebration of cinema.

I don't know that it sought to teach much in the way of morality. Certainly not heavy-handed.

It's a wonderful piece for a time capsule. Any and all art is valid for critiquing whenever and however the hell we please. Good or bad we can learn lessons. I wouldn't call this movie malicious. "Dated" is more than sufficient for my taste.

I had fun. I laughed. I might have welled up a bit once or twice (I'm tough so). It's fun and beautiful and regardless of any damn thing any of us say: it's being talked about 60 years later. Mission accomplished.


Joe: I'm really glad I had you two to discuss My Fair Lady with, because I don't think I would've liked it as much without both of your respective level of appreciation of it. The fandom is wearing off! I would still say that your first possible takeaway was most accurate for me, Mike—"Let's give the people a nice time at the movies." We went deeper than that in the discussion, obviously, but I don't think I necessarily would've felt compelled to if we were chatting for the blog. Maybe that's just my own personal issues with musicals in film. There always seems like too much of an emphasis on the spectacle and not enough on creating a satisfying story or developing any deeper issues to discuss.

I am going to give this film a score of 3 pukes out of 5 for that reason. I thought it was nice, I thought it was pleasant, I thought that its time and place in movie history gave me some stuff to think about, I thought some of it was fun and some of it was funny, but I don't think I'll be itching to go back to it any time soon. It does a lot of things pretty well but does nothing perfectly, I'd say. Except attempting to dress up Audrey Hepburn as a street derelict. That was perfect.


Thanks again to Pam and Fisher! Good times!


NEXT TIME:
Mystery Men has me thinking "cult classics" again, and wondering whether it makes the cut.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Pam

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Pam


"Steal the Show"
Lauv
Elemental Soundtrack, 2023

My hairdressers, my gurus, my Barbie girls, my besties—Willow and Martha—picked the song for today. The song is "Steal the Show," from the movie Elemental. And since they picked it, here is what they have to say about it:

(Spoilers for the movie Elemental below)

Me: So, why did you pick this song?

W/M: Because we like Elemental!

Me: What do you like about Elemental?

W: It makes me feel happy-sad. Like when you're crying but it's happy tears. Like when Wade is crying at the glass that Ember made for the doors.

M: I like when Wade shakes his belly.

W: I like when Ember seals the doors.

M: I like when they touch hands.

W: I like when the dad has his retirement.

M: [as she's styling my hair in an original Martha design] I'm pretending this is Vivisteria.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Pat

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Pat


"Ritt der Walküren"
written by Richard Wagner
Die Walküre, 1870

And now, we proudly present "Killing Two Valkyries with One Stone" by Erin C*********:

It's been a while since I've written a review for PoYB, so forgive me if this seems more like a history lesson compared to a review of a song.

I'm writing under a deadline and Patrick D***** keeps bullying me into finishing this and I didn't know what song to do and I know there's no repeats in the world of Birthday Puke so I figured it would be best not to overthink it, and just pick a song from my labor playlist. There's no way Joe is going to have written a review on that, right?

Known better in pop culture as the "Ride of the Valkyries," "Ritt der Walküren" is the titular Act Three song that you've heard in places like Hey Arnold! and Apocalypse Now. What's important to know about this song (besides how awesome it is), is that Die Walküre is a three-act opera. This opera is only actually Part Two of a four-part opera written by Richard Wagner. The four operas together are called Der Ring des Nibelungen (The Ring of the Nibelung), or more simply, The Ring.

You might be wondering "Erin, could you possibly be taking about THAT ring?" And I am here to tell you, fuck yes I am!

While there's a lot less incest in the Tolkien universe, the German storyline is equally as epic (and arguably even more badass). Basic common themes include a ring of power that generations destroy one another over trying to find and control. However, in Wagner's version, there's a Valkyrie who sacrifices herself on top of the burning funeral pyre of her dead lover, and in doing so all of the gods and Valhalla are destroyed. So. That's kinda cool.

RotN utilizes lots of brass instruments and dissonance to create a setting of action, war, and a classic "good vs evil" heroic clash. What are these instruments? I dunno. Perhaps, dear reader, Joe can provide a more expert list of instruments typically used in this piece [Editor's note: maybe this?]. What I CAN tell you is that there some woodwinds in there that heighten the level of anxiety, there are drums, and an overall BATTLE vibe.

Also, I think that Infinite Jest isn't actually good the first time you read it and it's only fun now that I'm listening to it a second time and I also absolutely hate myself for relistening to this book. So I guess if I am going back to this book again, am I further embodying a cycle of addiction? Am I just really fucking stupid because there's so much I still need to understand and feel like I need to listen again in order to feel like I even fucking know what this book is about? Goddamn you, Joe K***. I think about this stupid fucking book every goddamn day.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Joe

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Joe


"Amnésie"
Damso
Batterie faible, 2016

It's true. I have done nothing but talk about our Summer Song Challenge this entire summer. Ask Pam, who has had to get used to the harsh glow of my laptop screen shining in her face every night as she attempts to get some sleep while I'm filling in html on Blogspot. Ask my kids, who have been trained to describe any song that has any sort of harsh or loud or strident qualities as "an Uncle Bob song," even though that was only true like half the time (never been more ashamed of my daughter than when she mistook fifth-wave emo as nü-metal). Ask anyone who's been to a family or friend gathering with me over the past 94 days; no easier way to ease into conversation with the fat sullen sober man in the corner holding a baby than talk to him about his blog.

Here is me, talking about our blog: so, today's prompt. As I often do, I tried to look for the key word in the prompt, the one word that, in my opinion, one's decision on which path to take should hinge. I cast no judgment on anyone who doesn't follow the prompt to the letter, but I hold myself to those standards. And then once those rules are understood, then it's possible to stretch the rules without breaking them. So, today's word: "friend." The subtext here is that we are asking you to define what a "friend" is. Or rather, what it isn't. I know what a friend is. My friends' words fill this blog every day. My friends' eyes read the blog. My friends' brains tolerate my presence and existence even during those times when I can imagine it is close to unbearable to tolerate. A friend is a person who 1) I like, and 2) I have reason to suspect likes me at least some of the time.

A stranger is not a friend, but every stranger has the potential to be a friend. So that's why I thought it would be fun today to make a friend, and then quickly ask that friend to chose my song for today. The easiest way I could think of doing this was through Omegle.

Omegle is, at its core, a Chatroulette alternative. I don't even know if Chatroulette still exists, and I didn't check. The urban legend that was 99% true was that Chatroulette was basically 99% men exposing their penises on webcam. The ethics of the practice are dicey—it all depends on whether the recipients of the cock-flashing were fully aware that this was what one should expect if they entered the world of Chatroulette, but at best it's implicit consent, and even then you can't expect that every internet-user on earth is going to be privy to same warnings of nudity fostered through the same urban legends—but that's not my purpose here. I'm just trying to find a random internet chat with a stranger, and Omegle fit the bill. They even have a chat-only/non-video function!

And, crucially, they have a little text box before you get started where you can type in your "interests," which probably cut down my time spent on this task of "making a friend" from an hour to like five minutes. Yes, of course, there are still plenty of internet creeps typing "music" in their interests section and using that as an excuse to attempt to prey on young women in the laziest and most listless way possible... but the law of averages says there is at least one person out there proclaiming that their interest is "music" and who wants to talk about music. With a new friend.

Here are my attempts. It shockingly did not take too many.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attempt #1 — thinking that this is going to be harder than I imagined

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like music.


You: hey there friend

Stranger: Hi, M.

You: M as well, is that okay?

Stranger has disconnected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attempt #2 — understanding that sometimes the bots go silent

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like music.


You: hi friend

You: wanna talk about music?

You: hello?

You have disconnected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attempt #3 — quick on one's feet, reacting to whatever they throw

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like music.


Stranger: If u feel bad all day long, it means u got too small

You: that's pretty wise, is that a song lyric?

Stranger has disconnected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attempt #4 — tweaking the strategy

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like music.


Stranger: M

You: F here

Stranger: Age

You: I'm 23

Stranger: 25

You: nice, wanna chat about music?

Stranger: We can

You: what songs do you like'

Stranger: But can we see each other too?

Stranger: On snap?

You have disconnected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Attempt #5 — sweet success

You're now chatting with a random stranger.

You both like music.

Stranger: hi

You: hi friend!

You: wanna chat about music?

Stranger: yea that's what i want

You: nice

Stranger: finally someone wanna speak abt music

You: haha right? who are you listening to right now?

Stranger: I'm listening to passenger rn , but I'm totally obsessed by rap

You: nice, I could stand to bone up on my rap, I've been spending a decent amount of time this year going through some of the classics, what's your favorite rap album?

Stranger: I'm not gonna say album but songs , i like "fame" singing by 2pac , "mockingbird" losing your self, rap god,

Stranger: there are many songs left

Stranger: wbu ?

You: nice, those are some good songs... in terms of rap, I've probably been the biggest fan of the Wu-Tang Clan so far this year... I most stick to indie rock, more or less, though I like spreading my wings as much as I can

Stranger: fr ? gimme your channel

You: me and my friends are actually doing something cool this year with music

You: every day this summer, we've been putting together a playlist based on a prompt, like "a song with a question mark," and everyone will send in their question mark songs, that kinda thing

You: Tomorrow's prompt is "a song that a friend chose for you," and I thought it would be funny if I had a new friend on Omegle choose a song for me

Stranger: do you have channel on YouTube, or on platform

You: we're on blogspot still lol

You: wanna be my friend and give me a suggestion?

Stranger: okay why not

You: awesome, thanks! let's hear it, what song do you want us to listen to?

Stranger: can i know your nationality, for choosing a good music cuz i have a lot on my mind

You: sure man, I'm American, in an east coast city, but we have pretty diverse tastes in music, based on the 800+ songs chosen so far this summer, so I'll take anything


You: YNW Melly?

Stranger: yeah 👍👍

You: awesome, and why is that your choice? if you don't mind me asking

Stranger: just i like thiz song

Stranger: or maybe if you don't mind french music you can go with "amnésie"

You: it's whatever you want! who sings amnésie?

Stranger: Damso

Stranger: thiz song is totally masterpiece,

You: Alright cool, let's fucking do it, "Amnésie" it is. I like the idea of listening to someone I've literally never heard of. Thanks man! What is you first name? My name is Joe.

Stranger: I'm Aymen , nice to meet u , I enjoyed by speaking to u

You: Nice to meet you Aymen.

Stranger: so wbu ? can u gimme some new songs

You: My song: "My Time Outside the Womb" by Titus Andronicus

You: Alright man, my wife is about to get out of the bathroom, and she's gonna have questions if I'm on Omegle. Have a great night!

Stranger: thanks man ,

Stranger: goodbye

Stranger has disconnected.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

My new friend Aymen has given me a song suggestion, so I will now listen to the song.

On the first listen, it's not bad. The lyrics are in French, so I'm not getting a sense of what it's about. The beat is pretty good. A real brittle backbeat over nice soft keyboard tones. The lyrical flow seems competent, despite not knowing the words. Damso is adept at speeding up and slowing down as the lyrics require, which I always like.

On the second listen, I read the English translation, and... goddamn, this is a heavy song. Jeez! It's about one of Damso's past lovers killing herself, and the regret that he feels over how he treated her when she was alive. And then there's the grief-stricken reaction of blaming himself for her suicide, and smoking a lot to cope with the grief. Damn. Mad respect for being so open and honest and treating your song lyrics like therapy. That can do wonders for your mental health. (Actual therapy also helps.)

I'm going to listen to this song a few more times, and maybe even read up on Damso a bit, but I feel like this experience, however brief, is going to stick with me. Because of the song itself, of course, but also because of the circumstances through which I came to know it. My friend Aymen recommended it.

And even though he's most likely gone from my life forever, I start to wonder about my friend, and I start to worry that maybe my friend considered this song a masterpiece because he related to any part of it. The chances of finding Aymen again in this lifetime are so close to zero that they might as well be zero, and yet, if I were to ever find a way to contact him again, I'd tell him that I listened to the song. I'd tell him that I liked it, and I'd thank him for the suggestion. And then I'd ask him how he's doing. Perform the check-in like you would any other friend. Let him know that I'm here, I'm all ears, I want to listen, that I might not be able to help but that sometimes just talking about it is help enough in the moment.

I also wonder if he listened to my suggestion. I suggested it because I've been thinking a lot about Summer Song Challenging ending soon, and about closing loops and making full circles while we have the time. "My Time Outside the Womb" was my song choice on Day 1. On its surface, it's about how we greet pain at birth and we say goodbye to pain at death and that all the time in between is a struggle. But I also like to think that Patrick Stickles is implying that life, while ultimately meaningless, still gives plenty of room for pleasure, and for purpose, and for meaning, even if it's just in that moment.

This might be a stretch, but it feels like "My Time Outside the Womb" and "Amnésie" are two sides of the same coin. Though they reach different conclusions about life, each is asking the same question: if life is pain, then is living life a form of bravery? Albert Camus said that there is no more meaning in death than there is in life, and so why not try to find meaning instead of committing suicide. Damso and Titus Andronicus both do their part in addressing that philosophical question.

As for my answer to the question, I think it's pretty simple: friends. They give meaning to life, even if there does indeed seem to be a lot of pain filling in the spaces between birth and death. An interaction with someone you care about, however brief, can make life worth it. Could be that you exchange 99 emails with them over the course of 99 days, and slowly over the course of a summer gain better understanding of who they are and what they believe. Could be that you spend three minutes with each other in a chatroom mostly designed for public masturbation fetishes and then say goodbye forever. Doesn't matter. Friends give life meaning.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Maeve

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Maeve


"Blame Brett"
The Beaches
Blame My Ex, 2023

---------- Forwarded message ---------
From: Beth D. <beth.d———@gmail.com>
Date: Thu, Aug 24, 2023 at 2:40 PM
Subject: August 30th Prompt - Summer Song Challenge
To: Maeve D. <maeve———@gmail.com>

As someone who has been following along all summer and occasionally providing input to Maeve, I'm honored to be chosen for today's song prompt.

It was tough to choose, but I selected a song that has taken over my brain. I recently discovered the Beaches, a Canadian indie pop/rock band, after they popped up on my Spotify radio, and I'm now obsessed. While they have a lot of great songs, their latest single ("Blame Brett") from their forthcoming album is a real banger.

The song is upbeat and catchy as it bemoans the emotional damage from an ex that hinders the desire to be vulnerable in any new relationship. It sums up the bravado required to get over heartbreak and the way that you protect yourself from feeling it again. It's cheeky and fun and straddles the line of being self-aware about your pain while also just having a good ole time sleeping around and putting yourself first. Basically, I love it because it sums up my dating life.

Related to that last overshare, I read an article where the lead singer, Jordan Miller, described the single as "...a song for all the hot messes out there," and that is true. It's in no way a pejorative, but rather a kind of badge for all of us soft girls, trying to be hard, as we navigate heartache and desire until someone worthy comes along. Until then, don't let us near your friends or your dad :)

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Bob

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Bob


"Concerning Hobbits"
Howard Shore
The Lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the Ring: Original Motion Picture Soundtrack, 2001

Just got from from Daytona, and my buddy Steve and I kept putting on random orchestra music from LotR on, and people were wondering what the hell was going on lol. 

This song is probably the best song on the soundtrack and my buddy Steve's favorite (his choice). Nothing like hanging with a bunch of rednecks blasting country then some random orchestra song plays. Anyway, I think we both love it because we both played the violin when we were in middle school.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Sam

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Sam


"I'm Just Ken"
Ryan Gosling
Barbie: The Album, 2023

Here’s a loosely transcribed dinner conversation among my wife, five-year-old, and myself. 

Sam: Maggie, what song should I pick?

Maggie: The Barbie movie. 

Sam: What song?

Maggie: I DON'T KNOW THE NAMES. THE MAKER OF THE SONG. THE— 

Hannah: The singer? 

Maggie: Yeah, the singer. 

Hannah: How about "I'm Just Ken."

M: Yeah.

S: Maggie, what's it about? 

M: I don't know. 

S: Why do like it?

M: [incomprehensible whining] 

S: Let's forget about it. 

[Dinner interlude... Upon completion]

H: Maggie, can we play the song and you talk about it?

[Song begins]

Paraphrased opinions of Maggie: I think it's about him knowing himself. I'm the only one with this heart. It's like bloody and black. He's in love. He doesn’t even look like Ken. 

[Breakdown of song starts]

H: This is a good part. How does this part make you feel? 

M: Funny. 

H: What song does this remind you of? 

M: "Jingle Bells." It's like hmm-hm. Hmm-hm. 

H: "I'm just ken," "jingle bells." 

M: We're not evening going to the movies. 

[Song ends]

M: Alexa, again.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Stephan

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Stephan


"Me & Magdalena"
The Monkees
Good Times!, 2016

I couldn't force my wife's hand in writing a review, but I did get a bit of background information and insight into this pick. The song was written by Ben Gibbard for the Monkees, and is featured on their 2016 album, Good Times!. Allison purchased this album on vinyl for her dad that Christmas—a thoughtful gesture, as it combined her love of BG/Death Cab and his love of the Monkees. Was her father grateful for the gift? Allison is much too nice to admit it, but the answer is no.  

And now, here is my take on the song.
  • This is very much a song written by Ben Gibbard, to the point where I thought this might have been a band doing a cover of a lesser-known Death Cab for Cutie song.
  • Overall, I quite like this song.  It has a sweetness and tenderness in its tone that is trademark Gibbard and executed well by the Monkees.   
  • The Monkees put out an album in 2016 (and 2018)?! Wild. I just assumed they stopped making music together sometime in the '70s.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 94: Dave

Prompt: "A song that your friend picks for today, since you've done nothing this summer besides talk about the Song Challenge, and that friend has opinions, and wants to participate, and is jealous they didn't hop on board last Memorial Day"

Selected by Dave


"You Are My Sunshine"
The Dead South
Easy Listening for Jerks, Pt. 1 EP, 2022

My wife and I always enjoyed checking into our wedding venue because of the music they played in the lobby. They played classical music versions of popular, mainstream songs. We enjoyed trying to decipher each song, which can be tough without any vocals. The Dead South plays a pretty similar concept, but they apply a southern twang and vocals. Something about their music is just relaxing.

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

A Year of Blind Spots: The Score


The Score
Fugees
1996

It's not unique to say that an album in this column was not what I expected, but I would make the case that The Score is interesting in the particular ways that it managed to confound my expectations.

I knew of the Fugees because of their one big hit that was on the radio a lot when I was growing up—their cover of Roberta Flack's "Killing Me Softly" was one of a few successful singles off the album, but the only one that crossed over the minivan pop radio stations of my youth. It's a pretty good song! I have nothing bad to say about it. Fugees do the minimum with it but that's probably all that it needed.

Here's the thing, though—"Killing Me Softly" is a WILD outlier on The Score. This is a straight-up hip-hop album in the classic boom bap / east coast tradition, in ways that "Killing Me Softly" barely hints at. I would call this a pleasant surprise, since I probably wouldn't have been able to appreciate an R&B album with thirteen "Killing Me Softly"-style jams. In other words, I probably wouldn't have enjoyed the prequel to Lauryn Hill's The Miseducation of Lauryn Hill.

That's another thing that caught me off-guard. I've listened to Lauryn Hill's album for this column, and I liked it but didn't love it. But she barely does any rapping on that album. On The Score, she is pretty much on fire for the entire length of the album. I get why she made the switch—on your first solo album, you should to some degree distance yourself musically from your former band or group—and I understand that this is only an issue because I processed the two albums out of order. AND I acknowledge that Hill sounds cool as shit no matter what she's doing, honestly. I'm just saying that nothing, not the Fugees #1 hit song that she sings on and not her only solo album (still), could have prepared me for the pure skill and confidence and insanity that I hear on The Score.

On the opposite end of the spectrum, I have been conditioned by a lifetime of dumb misguided pop music that Wyclef Jean is, like, the opposite of cool. And so in this way, the antithetical to Lauryn Hill's cool, I expected The Score to at least be a little lame because of Wyclef's presence. There are a few flaws on this album—let's please not even mention the Chinese restaurant skit ever again—but I don't think you can lay any of them solely at Wyclef Jean's feet. By the time I started to consume music seriously, I knew the dude was pretty corny, at least to this snotty teen working his way through the classic rock canon. The Santana feature? The World Cup music? Lame. But in the context of The Score, he is a competent and occasionally thrilling rapper. That's it.

I finally looked up what "boom bap" meant, by the way. I used the genre name a couple paragraphs ago because I think I get what it means, and I need to stop treating these hip-hop related phrases with kid gloves. If you are like me from twelve hours ago and need an explanation, "boom bap" is a style of hip hop whose name works as an onomatopoeia of what it sounds like, i.e. the "boom" of the bass drum on the downbeat, and the "bap" of the snare drum on the upbeat. This comes from the East Coast tradition, as we've seen in artists like Wu-Tang Clan. The beat is simple, and only exists to lay the groundwork for its lyricist to dip over and under and around the beat with their rhymes. 

This address any reasonable complaints about The Score sounding too samey. That's kind of the point. I do personally enjoy when the production on a rap song is weird or unique, but I'm learning to also really appreciate beats that stand back and let the stars do what their best at. I'm thankful that The Score gave that space to Lauryn Hill and Wyclef Jean and the other guy. It is absolutely not what I expected.


Summer Song Challenge, Day 93: Bob

Prompt: "A song that has another artist's name in the title"

Selected by Bob


"Tupac Back"
Meek Mill ft. Rick Ross
single, 2011

Since I'm in Florida, I figured I would go back to one of my favorite rappers. Ricky Rozay. I love big tough loud beats and heavy ass bass. I still blast his shit in my truck a lot. This isn't one of my favorite RR songs but still pretty decent. Maybach Music is fuckin awesome. Meek and Rick always kill it. Plus, what person from Philly doesn’t like Meek at this point, especially after the "Dreams and Nightmares" Super Bowl.

Summer Song Challenge, Day 93: Joe

Prompt: "A song that has another artist's name in the title"

Selected by Joe


"Lloyd, I'm Ready to Be Heartbroken"
Camera Obscura
Let's Get Out of This Country, 2006

I don't think I've ever felt any emotion that I could realistically label as "heartbreak." I don't know what that says about me that this is probably true. First possibility is that you can't break something that's already dead. Second possibility is that I've broken hearts as a defense mechanism against mine breaking. Third possibility is that I live a privileged life and have been protected from heartbreak by the environment I grew up in. Fourth possibility is that downplay every negative emotion I've ever felt as "not that bad" even if it's not healthy to do so. Fifth possibility is that I'm just incredibly lucky. It's probably some combination of those five possibilities. And sometimes I feel like—

A three-hundred-and-fifty-pound gorilla smash through the wall and crushes me to death. He turns to the camera: "No one wants you to go down that path in this blog post. Spare the poor audience that emo shlock on this Tuesday morning, please. Try again."

Ahem. But I'm supposed to just write a blog post while a three-hundred-and-fifty-pound gorilla stares at me menacingly in the corner like that?

"Yes."

Okay, I'll, uh, give it a shot. Alright, so, the, uh, the band. Camera Obscura. Not sure their deal. I only really know this one album. But it's a great album. It's so great, relistening to it today, that I'm not really sure why I haven't explored any of their other tunes. How am I doing so far? The gorilla is just staring, he's not answering. I'll just keep going and if he crushes me to death again I'll know I messed up.

The song. I've known this album and this song since about 2013. I recall listening to it on the 18 bus from Broad/Olney to Fox Chase, around the time I was working at 8th and Race but before we bought a house in Port Richmond. It's funny how you remember the first time and place you hear certain songs, but all the details you remember are so fucking mundane, like—

"Keep it moving."

What? I can't talk about listening to Camera Obscura on the bus?

"This is boring as shit. Why does it matter the fucking bus route you listened to an album on almost a decade ago? Does this have a point? Or are you just running your mouth?"

Fine, jesus fucking christ. Far be it from me to bore the monkey in the corner.

"Gorilla."

There's a difference?

The three-hundred-and-fifty-pound gorilla crushes me to death.

I straighten my tie. The Lloyd in question. This is Lloyd Cole of Lloyd Cole and the Commotions. This was a British rock group from the '80s. Lloyd Cole wrote a song called "Are You Ready to Be Heartbroken?" Thus, Camera Obscura's song is a "response song," in that it is responding to the question. "Lloyd, I'm Ready to Be Heartbroken." You see how it works.

This was recent news to me, by the way. I didn't know it was a response song. I just thought Lloyd was a generic man, a stand-in for anyone, a character in a song in the same way "Angie" or "Cecilia" could be anyone. The more you know. I had never listened to "Are You Ready to Be Heartbroken?" until today. Is it good? Sure. Will I remember how it goes by the time these words are published? Most assuredly not. But I'll remember the Camera Obscura song forever.

"We're running out of time," says the gorilla as he cracks his knuckles.

But wait! We usually do this thing where I try to tie the song and the prompt and the conceit all together in some lame-ass emo way! I usually write way more on here anyway. C'mon. Give me a chance.

"Better make it quick, or you're gonna get squished."

Okay, so, the, uh, the.... um... Right, the protagonist of the song, possibly band frontwoman Tracyanne Campbell, she's saying she's ready to be heartbroken. And I was trying to understand what that means. I can't talk about myself, says the gorilla, but let's speculate what it means for her. Okay?

"Doesn't sound very enticing. I don't think anyone is even still reading this."

I think she means that she's being courageous. Think about it. Heartbreak happens in everything romantic relationship you're ever in except one. The odds are stacked against you. Sometimes you might even enter a relationship expecting to have your heart broken. And yet you do it anyway, because there's that small sliver of a chance that this time is the one time when you're heart will be spared. But that takes courage. And this is our protagonist's way of exclaiming her bravery to the world—I'm ready, I don't care if I'm gonna be heartbroken, it's worth the shot, I'm ready to be heartbroken on the off chance that I won't.

I am crushed to death by a three-hundred-and-fifty-pound gorilla.