Programming note

This has always been one of those blogs that’s updated as time permits, ranking roughly fourth on my priority list behind family, work and day care board work. This month, with Mrs. MMM’s obscene work load and my own heavy load, I haven’t had much time left over.

Next month will be interesting. I’m going to China for three weeks. That could mean a complete absence of MMM posts, but you never know. During the last Olympics, I produced some of my more entertaining posts. If I have time and access, I’ll do that again.

Song du semaine: two versions of “Splendid Isolation”

This song is one of Warren Zevon’s best, with the melody conveying the sense of resignation in the lyrics. Like a lot of good Zevon songs, he’s both expressing and lampooning the same emotion and desire. Sometimes, we all want to withdraw, but viewed from afar, it seems rather silly, doesn’t it?

Here’s Zevon’s version:

Great stuff, and Pete Yorn does a good cover. I don’t see the studio version at YouTube, but this live version is close:

The little one’s musical tastes waver

I’m generally very happy with the introduction to music MMM Jr. has received over his first few years. It’s such a pleasure to see him listening intently in his booster seat when something like Across the Universe comes up on the iPod.

But tonight, he figured out how to turn on the nightstand radio and heard Californication. An argument ensued.

Me: “That’s really not a good song.”

Him: “Why not?”

Me: “Well, the lyrics are terrible. And it’s bland musically.”

Him: “No, it’s not.”

Me: “No, really, when you get older, you’ll understand why that song is just a lazy piece of pop piffle based on the overuse of one pun and a weak guitar riff.”

Him: “You’re wrong, Daddy.”

The bad news is that I can’t just grab the Mother’s Milk CD and show him how good the Chili Peppers used to be. That would probably violate state law somehow.

Band names I can’t get past

I gave Toad the Wet Sprocket a shot, even though the Python reference was obscure even by my standards. But some bands just can’t be taken be seriously. Something about the name conveys arrogance or perhaps desperation. Or perhaps they just sound like some Gen Y snark dealers.

I’ll add to this list as memory kicks in. The list is …

  • G. Love & Special Sauce (could you try a little harder to be hip)
  • Death Cab for Cutie