Friday, November 30, 2007

A more social, less touristy day.

I had time to slow down today, sleep in a little, then hang out with a friend in Vancouver. I joined him for a few errands and a decent piece of fish for lunch (swordfish, which I can never resist), then finally got my hands on his Wii to try it out. Best of all, I finally got to meet his family--two very charming daughters and his wife! The gang treated me to dinner at Red Robin, despite my protests.

My time with the Wii tells me that I am officially not a video game guy. I feel like a misfit, that I don't have a strong attraction to the entire genre of console gaming--even the Wii, with its shallower learning curve. That means there's hope for me yet!

CDs listened to today:

  • Sam Phillips: Omnipop (It's Only A Flesh Wound, Lambchop)
  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem

Thursday, November 29, 2007

I've been a tourist today!

So, I'm ensconced in Vancouver, Washington--a suburb of Portland, Oregon. After I settled in last night, I found that having only had lunch and airplane snack packs, I felt restless. Since I'm in the suburbs (my motel is across the street from Vancouver's slightly ramshackle mall), I wandered out last night to stretch my legs in the rain and see about a snack. Naturally, all I could find open was a convenience store, so I went with my old standby: cheese.

Today, I did some tourism in earnest, taking my rental Kia into downtown Portland where I discovered the Pearl district, a combination loft/boutique/nightclub district that was a little sleepy in the rain today. I suspect I would enjoy it much more in the evening when the restaurants and clubs are hopping, rather than what looked like a somnolent Thursday morning (do they know it's Christmas season in the Pearl?). After stopping to visit my pal's office in Beaverton and a brief dash to the nearest mall for a Christmas errand, I had lunch at a local burger chain's Beaverton outpost. Burgerville was not bad--and the price was even easier to swallow than the reasonably good fries. My suggestion to them is to find a better burger bun! The sandwich would be a near-home run with that!

After lunch, I visited Portland's Japanese Garden. It's located in hilly Washington Park, near the zoo and arboretum; and the twisty, quiet roads on the steep slopes of the park made me wish for a sunny, dry day and my bicycle to go flying down those hills with no thought to my safety. The garden helped calm those thoughts. I've visited a surprising number of Japanese gardens, especially for an American who's never visited Japan, and found this one was first-rate. The garden is actually several different gardens mashed together on a knoll, interlaced with a few paths. I'm always struck by the Japanese approach to formal, decorative gardening. There isn't a bit of plant life, rock or any other material that isn't placed with painstaking deliberation and artifice. Yet the effect is one of slightly-manicured nature, as the gardener strives to permit enough of the natural to come shining through his efforts. This garden is also notably presentational in its approach, with nearly every inch of the paths intended to show you a calculated vista or corner of the garden. It was a shame, however, that the Tea House was not fully open for visiting or viewing.

This evening, I made one of those odd discoveries that shout with irony. I was using a web search to look for a decent restaurant here in the suburbs, you know, not a chain. The first site I pulled up ranked a Mongolian Barbecue restaurant very highly. Well, I've always had a thing for that kind of cuisine, to I checked the location... How about the back of my motel? I didn't want to miss that opportunity!

CDs listened to today:

  • Harald Genzmer: Sonata for Trombone and Organ
  • Jet: Get Born
  • Jesus Guridi: Sinfonia Pirenaica
  • Lars-Erik Larson: Concertino for Trombone and Orchestra
  • Morcheeba: Big Calm
  • Remy Shand: The Way I Feel
  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)
  • Ingram Marshall: Hymnodic Delays
  • Olivier Messiaen: La Nativite du Seigneur

Wednesday, November 28, 2007

My iPod isn't what it used to be.

Today, I was traveling and found that my iPod now only runs about four hours on a full charge. It's served me well, having been with me to Europe (twice), nearly every day at work and, well, most every day when I wasn't at work! It's been with me much more frequently than all those wireless phones I always carry, too. If you restricted me to only one device, my listening journal should tell you it would be my iPod.

While I love the way the device keeps me musically interested at all times, I can't say I'm really thrilled about the prospect of buying a new one. The newer iPods have more features, such as video, internet, games, and color displays (hey, my iPod is really, really old), but all I want is music playback. I don't want to pay $200-$400 for a gadget that not only has features I don't want, but is also incompatible with my computer! Yes, my machine is so old that I need to replace it for full compatibility with currently-offered iPods.

Still, there is one reason to grab a new iPod Classic. I've never had an MP3 player (this is my 4th Pod) that could hold all my digital music at once. My collection is currently about 120 GigaBytes and the larger Classic model holds 160 GigaBytes. Finally! Room to grow!

CDs listened to today:

  • Samba Mapalanga: Ujumbe
  • Robert Russell Bennett: Suite Of Old American Dances
  • Elvis Costello: Spike
  • Alban Berg: Lulu Suite
  • Elliott Carter: Sonata for Piano
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 10 (Gerard Schwarz conducting)
  • My Morning Jacket: Z
  • Remy Shand: The Way I Feel

Tuesday, November 27, 2007

CDs listened to today:

  • Esa-Pekka Salonen: L.A. Variations
  • Kelly Willis: What I Deserve
  • Matias Aguayo: Are You Really Lost
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 9
  • Bill Frisell Quartet: (eponymous)
  • Ludwig van Beethoven: Piano Concerto No. 3
  • Peter Apfelbaum and the Hieroglyphics Ensemble: Signs of Life
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 10 (conducted by Gerard Schwarz)

Monday, November 26, 2007

More symptoms of an odd mind today...

I'm returning to the refrain of the odd situations where I overthink things. I listen to NPR's Car Talk podcast every week--just the call of the week, not the entire show! If you know the radio program, you already know why. I keep thinking about the question I want to ask them. Let me share it with you first, OK?

Here's the puzzle: I used to date a woman who drove a manual-transmission car, just as I always have. I noticed that she would put the shifter in the center "neutral" position when she stopped at a traffic light and would then release the clutch pedal. It seemed odd to me, so I asked her why; and she explained that she did that to preserve the transmission for the long term. So now I have to think, because I have always kept the clutch engaged when I stop, leaving the shifter in first gear, ready to go.

I'm so puzzled. It seems to me that this is about one of two principles: either the clutch is worn more by cycles of engaging/disengaging or it's worn more by total time spent engaged. How on earth am I supposed to know this?! I think I'll need to call the Car Talk guys and ask…

CDs listened to today:

  • Olivier Messiaen: Et exspecto resurrectionem mortuorum
  • Sam Phillips: Martinis & Bikinis
  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)
  • H. Owen Reed: La Fiesta Mexicana (Eugene Corporon conducting)
  • Shakira: Laundry Service
  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem
  • Heinrich Schutz: Es steh Gott auf
  • They Might Be Giants: Flood
  • Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain
  • Various Artists: Legally Stoned, disk 2

Sunday, November 25, 2007

It's time for a CD review!

I don't recall, again, where I bought Ellen Taaffe Zwilich's Symphony No. 2, "Cello", probably the last of the items purchased at the going-out-of-business sale at Tower Records or else I bought it at ArkivMusic.com, which explains a lot about why Tower went out of business... Aw, maybe it was a gift from a friend or family member who bought it off my Amazon.com wish list. As always, it's easier to remember why I chose this disk. I've been listening to Ms. Zwilich's works for some years now--and she's a friend of trombonists, having composed a concerto each for both the tenor trombone and the bass trombone. Mostly, I like her music, even if I don't know how to pronounce her name.

The disk not only features Ms. Zwilich's Second Symphony, it contains her Chamber Concerto and a Double Concerto for Violin and Cello. That's a lot of string works. The Chamber Concerto is not quite in the mold of the famed concerti for chamber groups by Arnold Schoenberg, using a larger group and a conventional chamber orchestra string section (Schoenberg and those who followed his example used one musician per part only, not multiple string players). The other two works use fairly unremarkable forces: the modern full orchestra, with some featured soloists.

Sadly, as we usually find with contemporary composers, the orchestra performing on this disk is not a top-notch group: The Louisville Orchestra. They may not be the Boston Symphony Orchestra, but they are well-rehearsed and up to the task. The main drawback is that the string and wind sections lack the polished sound that comes from polished intonation and better-quality instruments; the unity and precision of a top orchestra also allows for more powerful accents and fortissimos. The works rely on fairly standard language, a good illustration of Ms. Zwilich's approach. While complex, she doesn't use vast bunches of chaotic cross-rhythms and super-abstract rhythmic and harmonic concepts. Instead, she relies on melodies, but eschews the simplified harmonies favored by some more-tuneful composers and keeps her signature string sound at times in the Double Concerto and Symphony: dry, atmospheric and spare.

Ms. Zwilich also manages soloists and orchestras extremely well, allowing the featured instruments to change their relative sonic positions in relation to the larger group: now hidden, now interwoven, now standing in the foreground. Meanwhile, the chamber work shows her ability to manipulate smaller forces in a handful of interesting ways--again, with interesting harmonies and tunes. She's a darned good composer and this recording is as good as any I've heard from her.

7 out of 10

CDs listened to today:

  • Libby Larsen: Solo Symphony
  • Moodswings: Moodfood by Moodswings
  • Jesus Guridi: Sinfonia Pirenaica

Saturday, November 24, 2007

Thermal mass is a tricky thing.

A colleague (and sometime reader of this page) recommended to me quite some time ago that I put lots of water or some such thing in my refrigerator. The idea being that the water has a high thermal mass and would remain cold, taking up space that would be air that left the fridge when I opened the door. From there, it's an easy logical step to imagine that there is less warm air entering the space, needing to be chilled.

Maybe I over-think these things, but if I put big gallon jugs of water in the fridge, doesn't it have to chill them, defeating the purpose? Water has a very high specific heat (a measure of the energy needed to change the temperature of a given mass of a thing), meaning a large thermal mass, and that cuts both ways. If I put water in the icebox to increase the thermal mass, there is an initial energy cost to cool the water that's much higher for water than for air (relatively low specific heat), but if I don't, I pay over time to continuously chill additional air that goes into the refrigerator every time I open the door, right?

And here I sit, still trying to figure that one out.

CDs listened to today:

  • Celso Garrido-Lecca: String Quartet No. 2
  • Jellyfish: Bellybutton
  • My Morning Jacket: Z

Friday, November 23, 2007

I am not a Philistine.

I joined my sister and her oldest for a little holiday shopping today. We ended up at one of those discount import stores buying sweet treats for stocking stuffers and such, plus a few goodies for ourselves--chocolate bars. I'm not sure I fully understand the source of it, but my sister seems to have, if not rediscovered, re-energized her interest in chocolate in recent years. Her refreshed interest has intersected with the trend in the chocolate industry to produce new higher-end chocolates that emphasize much higher-quality ingredients; an emphasis on less-sweet, darker chocolates; and a new trend toward the idea of terroire in chocolate (a French idea, naturally, that argues that the same crop grown in different places will have different flavors, and that if you don't blend the crops, you can produce unique flavors--think wine).

She bought several pricey bars of chocolate, labeled as 70%-85% cocoa content--much higher than my preferred milk chocolate. We ended up going to dinner and sampling several of the chocolate bars: a Lindt 85% cocoa bar, a Lindt 70% cocoa bar, and a Godiva 72% bar. I actually do have a reasonably discerning palate (and if any of you read my posting about milk, I swear I'm not lying here!). My sister was confident that the Godiva bar, which was much more expensive, would be the clearly superior taste. The truth is that the 85% bar was something I found overpoweringly bitter, hiding subtler flavors in favor of the roasted notes of the cocoa but missing some of what makes good chocolate a complex, satisfying taste. The Godiva bar lacked complexity and tasted more like a very refined Hersey bar.

But oh, that Lindt 70% bar! I've always felt strongly that Lindt makes some brilliant chocolates and a side-by-side tasting made me feel justified. Like my experience with the Lindt milk chocolates that I prefer, the Lindt bar had so many flavors going on: fruity high notes, roasty flavors, and even a hint of toffee. Go to your local import discount place and get some now.

But I still think of chocolate as a flavoring for cakes and brownies, or a coating for peanuts, mints, or raisins…

CDs listened to today:

  • Funki Porcini: Hed Phone Sex
  • Alban Berg: Lulu Suite

Thursday, November 22, 2007

I love the word "ineffable".

We use it to describe a thing which can't be described in words--of course we just did, using "ineffable"…

Wednesday, November 21, 2007

What is this?

The NFL now has three football games on Thanksgiving Day. Why on Earth would anybody want to see that much football? This just doesn't seem to be fair to the devoted fans of the teams, let alone the staff members of the teams and stadiums. There has got to be a better way for people who want to be devoted to their beloved pro football teams.

CDs listened to today:

  • Ludwig van Beethoven: Piano Concerto No. 1
  • Anthrax: Attack Of the Killer B's
  • Ellen Taaffe Zwilich: Symphony No. 2, "Cello"
  • Richard Rodney Bennett: Concerto For Alto Saxophone And Orchestra
  • Cornershop: When I Was Born for the 7th Time
  • Bill Frisell Quartet: (eponymous)
  • Samba Mapalanga: Ujumbe
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 10 (Gerard Schwarz conducting)
  • Elliott Carter: String Quartet No. 1

Tuesday, November 20, 2007

I'm planning on visiting friends at the end of the month.

It's pretty exciting, considering I've never met them. This is becoming a pattern! I'll be going to a city I don't know and maybe see a few new things--certainly see some new people. I've been aggressively pinching pennies again to make this happen. Shoot, I've even had a few meals at home to prove it. Now that's dedication in my book. After all, it means I had to clean up after myself.

CDs listened to today:

  • Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain
  • Robbie Williams: The Ego Has Landed
  • Esa-Pekka Salonen: L.A. Variations
  • Matias Aguayo: Are You Really Lost
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 9
  • Bill Frisell Quartet: (eponymous)

Monday, November 19, 2007

I know a dirty little secret.

When you read coverage of the Consumer Price Index (CPI), the most important measure of inflation for us as consumers, you might not realize that many of the news agencies use the core CPI. That measurement excludes food and fuel prices--you know, two of the things you're most likely to purchase every day. Every administration does this, to hide the real inflation rate for consumers by arguing that grocery, gasoline, natural gas, and fuel oil prices are "too volatile" for true long-term analysis.

I suppose that's true. Still, as consumers, our real cost of living includes food and fuel and we should have accurate analysis of the actual expense we incur in our daily lives--including seeing the costs go down when gasoline drops precipitously. With fuel costs spiraling out of control due to increased demand in developing economies (hello, China and India), instability of supplies (courtesy George W. Bush and staff), and a weakening US Dollar (again, thank you George W. Bush and staff), we need to know the truth. It's true that the cost of fuel is beginning to creep into our other costs (perversely, the most sensitive item to fuel costs is food), but that takes time and is a filtered, secondary effect. Hiding these numbers is part of an effort by governments to avoid the consequences of their policies and decisions. The current government will pay if fuel continues as another hidden tax for a mismanaged federal budget and huge war deficit. It's just that I would prefer NOT to pay hidden taxes like this that affect me more than the wealthy.

How about a tax increase for the top incomes!

CDs listened to today:

  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 10 (Leonard Slatkin conducting)
  • Thad Jones/Mel Lewis Orchestra: Central Park North
  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem
  • Peter I. Tchaikovsky: The Nutcracker
  • Bill Frisell Quartet: (eponymous)
  • Various Artists: Legally Stoned, disk 1
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 10 (Gerard Schwarz conducting)

Sunday, November 18, 2007

I saw a funny one-liner that made me think.

I was perusing some newspaper columns yesterday, catching up a bit. I've forgotten whose column I was reading, but the writer lampooned the relentless branding of our wars in Iraq and Afghanistan as the "War On Terror™". It's a pithy, near-perfect comment.

Here's the problem: You don't actually wage war against an idea or a practice; you wage that war against people. Whether you oppose that war or not, it is the most serious of human undertakings and shouldn't be marketed like a dad-gummed Hollywood movie. This appears to be part of the strategy of the current administration and their supporters to make the war seem like the right thing, to disassociate the discussion of the war from the too-ugly truth of combat's daily grind. This war is against the peoples of Afghanistan and Iraq–not the concept of terrorism.

Making war on "terror" is like making war on sunsets or war on semicolons.

CDs listened to today:

  • Maurice Ravel: String Quartet
  • Semisonic: Feeling Strangely Fine
  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)

Saturday, November 17, 2007

It's time for a CD review!

This is a disk where I clearly remember why I bought it and from whom. I bought this after reading an online review from the New York Times. The article highlighted some overlooked Grammy Award nominees. I also bought this online from Amazon.com. We've seen so many brick-and-mortar music stores shut down that it's getting easier and easier to buy on the web. I used to have one of the best music stores in town a couple blocks from my house; now, they've moved to another part of the city and I'm buying more and more online.

Absolute Quintet, by Dafnis Prieto is a jazz quintet affair with an unusual instrumentation by traditional standards: drums, piano, cello, violin, and saxophone. We hear a lot of terminology in music discussions, and I may have mentioned this before, but I oppose genre labels as difficult to manage and just plain stupid. So, if I engage in a little of that stupidity, I'll say that this group indulges in a fair amount of latin jazz while also dabbling i what some writers call "chamber jazz". If you accept the idea that chamber jazz is an idea and not a genre, then we can accuse this band of that crime. And what I mean by that term is a form of jazz that emphasizes the traditional sounds, structures and rhythms of jazz, but where jazz since the late 1940s has emphasized improvisation, chamber jazz emphasizes written arrangements and less spontaneity--even for small groups like this.

Like a lot of chamber jazz-influenced acts, the approach gives Mr. Prieto's combo a fairly airless feel, as if the life was squeezed out of the band by the complex arrangements and tunes. When the group is allowed some blowing room, Yosvany Terry, the saxophonist on all but one track, brings up some fire, but this group seems to spend more time thinking than swinging. Pianist Jason Lindner also brings up some nice work when he gets the room, but Prieto's fascination with intricate rhythms just squeezes every idea into a straitjacket of overly complex and shifty underpinnings. Still, the playing is always gorgeous and the tunes are lovely, taking full advantage of the rich sound of double-stopped stringed instruments to make the band sound much bigger than you'd expect. The disk is pleasant enough, but hardly seems worth a Grammy nomination.

5 out of 10.

CDs listened to today:

  • My Morning Jacket: Z
  • Olivier Messiaen: 8 Preludes
  • Sam Phillips: Cruel Inventions
  • Jesus Guridi: Sinfonia Pirenaica

Friday, November 16, 2007

This blog still has no purpose, and here's your proof.

Well, maybe one purpose can be to instruct, so here's an educational video about an important health topic (and no, you'll never get these three-and-a-half minutes back, but it's worth it):



CDs listened to today:

  • Samba Mapalanga: Ujumbe
  • Gunnar de Frumerie: Concerto for Trombone and Orchestra
  • Jay-Z: The Black Album
  • Alban Berg: Lulu Suite
  • Gyorgy Kurtag: Messages of the Late Miss R. V. Troussova
  • The Bill Frisell Quartet: (eponymous)
  • Modest Mouse: The Moon And Antarctica

Thursday, November 15, 2007

I really can't decide what to think of that.

I was wandering around some of the other blogs on this site and found one that had an embedded object from another site--one of those things you get that says if you're more like Homer, Bart, or Lisa Simpson. This one labeled the blog as being a "post-graduate" level. I clicked the link and it takes you to a site where you enter your blog URL and the page evaluates your blog for vocabulary and perhaps sentence structure or something, then assigns a reading level.

This blog is ranked as "junior high".

I'm not too thrilled about being rated as someone who's so illiterate that his blog is marked as "best for 14-year-olds". On the other hand, I strive to write simply, admiring Hemingway more than Faulkner when it comes to prose. I guess I'll live with it and simply claim that my blog is more readable and less pretentious than Mr. "post-grad".

CDs listened to today:

  • Dafnis Prieto: Absolute Quintet
  • Ludwig van Beethoven: Twelve German Dances
  • John Coltrane: Giant Steps
  • Ellen Taaffe Zwilich: Symphony No. 2, "Cello"
  • Elliott Carter: Of Challenge And Of Love
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 9
  • Frontline Assembly: Gashed Senses & Crossfire

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

10 Things You Don't Know About Men

(with apologies to Esquire)

  1. It's true we like to be like little boys in a big part of our lives. It's not a sign of immaturity, it's a sign of freedom.

  2. Don't say we're all alike--we're not! If you say that, you embarrass yourself. Can you really say that 50 Cent and Al Gore are anything alike? Really?

  3. Women really hold tremendous power over us. Even gay guys are powerless before you. It's not just sex--although that is a big part for most of us--and you should respect that power.

  4. Speaking of gay, most of us don't have any gay leanings. Not one bit. When you see latent homosexuality in a man, it probably says more about you than him. On the other hand, sometimes we see it, too...

  5. We never fail to notice if you have visible panty lines. It doesn't matter if you're 300 pounds and look like you're wearing a bag of cats on your ass, we'll notice. It comes from a lifetime habit of checking you out and we're really not sorry.

  6. Go ahead, say you like sports, that you love the Avalanche, the Rockies, or whatever. We know you don't have the same tribal, male-bonding feelings we do, even if you can tell the difference between the left-wing lock and the neutral-ice trap.

  7. If you suck in bed (figuratively, not literally!), we won't tell you unless you dump us. Frankly, we got laid, so why complain?

  8. Identifying yourself by what you do is existential, not shallow. But we really wish we had a cooler job (except for r kelly...).

  9. Existential activities also mean we don't have to talk about it, during it, before it, or after it. We talk for different reasons than you. Stop sometimes and let us exist. We may even start talking to you about it after a while.

  10. We care about fashion, decorating, cooking (well, eating), and all of that. Just not enough to learn as much as you. Does it really help you to say that "raspberry" is a different color than "cranberry"?
CDs listened to today:
  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem
  • Lucinda Williams: Car Wheels On A Gravel Road
  • Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain
  • Esa-Pekka Salonen: L.A. Variations
  • Ludwig van Beethoven: Concerto for Violin
  • Matias Aguayo: Are You Really Lost
  • Anthrax: State Of Euphoria

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

I know fine food, but it doesn't always show.

When I buy milk, I get the organic kind, sure. But it really doesn't taste different from the regular kind. It's basically the same feed for the cows; maybe organics get a little more grass, but the same processing, the same homogenization, the same pasteurization, same packaging, and transport processes. Let's not kid ourselves about that! Milk is milk and I buy organic to avoid the hormones and antibiotics while also supporting slightly more sustainable husbandry measures.

But here's where I turn totally Philistine: I buy ultra-pasteurized milk. The purists will tell you that pasteurizing milk deadens the flavor and then they'll claim that the nutrients are destroyed by the heating of the milk (shoot, it probably does change the milk sugars and a bunch of other things). I buy ultra-pasteurized because it has a longer shelf-life in the fridge! I'm a single guy living alone and the only time I drink milk is with cookies (cheese is my preferred dairy source). So a half-gallon of milk lasts a long, long time in my house. I need the extra two or three weeks of storage time--and I still throw out half-drunk cartons.

It gets worse: I found that I actually like the taste of the ultra-pasteurized stuff better than the regular stuff. No, like most Americans, I've never tried unpasteurized (unless I got some in France, unawares). I'll bet there's not a pretentious gourmet out there who would admit to that, but hey, I like slightly cooked milk!


CDs listened to today:

Monday, November 12, 2007

I've been reading about the recent legislation regarding the Foreign Intelligence and Surveillance Act (FISA).

I remain constantly frustrated at the naïveté of those who support expanded powers for the federal government. Today, that is primarily the legislators from the Republican Party and their supporters. They want to expand the powers of the president and his government so that they can spy on people without warrants more easily, jail people without having to show cause or allow due process, and hide these activities from the public and the courts. I can only assume that they trust this president and want to give him the expanded tools they deem necessary to bring those who would attack us to justice.

This is fundamentally contrary to the founders of our nation's view of government and its powers. While the Republicans like to say that not supporting the president in securing our society is "Un-American", I feel that, on the contrary, this expansion of police powers at the expense of proper judicial oversight is profoundly in contrast to the principles on which this nation is founded. The reason the Constitution of the United States specifically outlaws searches (including wiretaps) without warrants and strictly limits the powers of arrest and prosecution is because they didn't trust those in power. Perhaps, as the Bill of Rights was written, they trusted George Washington, but they understood that the next guy might not be so trustworthy. The founders had also seen a government where such rights were not secure and knew what it was like to find soldiers searching their homes.

Americans have traditionally mistrusted government (as they should!). These Republicans seem to miss the import of that mistrust on two levels. First, they place far too great a trust in the current administration. This bunch doesn't seem overly competent, even if you trust them and their motives. How can you guarantee that the FBI and other police authorities aren't abusing their power when the administration is already responsible for oversight at places like the notorious Abu Ghraib prison? In fact, the FBI has already announced that they have violated their own rules in this matter. The government is too big to permit expanded surveillance powers to people who can't be effectively monitored: "Quis custodiet ipsos custodes?" Even if you trust this current administration, you hand these powers to the next president, too. Do you trust him or her, too? Isn't that a little too much faith to put in these guys?

CDs listened to today:

  • Alban Berg: Lulu Suite
  • Olivier Messiaen: Eclairs sur l'Au Dela
  • Sam Phillips: The Indescribable Wow
  • My Morning Jacket: Z
  • Einojuhani Rautavaara: Angel of Light
  • Seal: (eponymous, 1994)
  • Jesus Guridi: Sinfonia Pirenaica
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 7
  • Teenage Fanclub: Thirteen
  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)

Sunday, November 11, 2007

What's in a name?

Quite a lot, if you think about it. I kinda mentioned this yesterday and want to write about it. While it's true that Shakespeare's rose would still smell sweetly if we called it a dungbomb, I heard a podcast from Scientific American the other day where the reporter quoted the late Stephen Jay Gould, that in biology, when you name something, you are expressing a theory about it. In the biological field of taxonomy, the name of a thing designates what its relationship is to the entire universe of known living things. Perhaps it's part of human nature, or even the nature of rational thought, to categorize, sort, and classify the things we encounter.

Plato spoke of these categories as existing independently of the things themselves, the famous forms, and posited that the rational mind merely discerned how the real things in our world merely "shared" the essence of these ethereal forms. I think most of us would find this preposterous, but it does illustrate a central problem of Western Philosophy: what is the rational component in our perceptions? What is its source and how do ideas interact with the physical world? I certainly can't answer that today, and I'm getting pretty boring, but I enjoy the woolgathering.

So, what do I find fascinating about the problem of naming and classification? I think it's the fact that the possibilities are endless. It's like a puzzle that you don't ever have to finish--and there's no final, correct solution. Even better, the way you organize things can give you new insights into the world itself, discerning new relationships with new categories. To me, this is where most epiphanies and inspirations come from.

Here's the relevance to yesterday's post: I have to organize my extremely large CD collection or I would never find anything! It's a common problem for serious music lovers like me and how you organize the recordings says a great deal about what's important to you and how you came to your love of this hobby. My music collection is first split by media type: vinyl, compact disk, and digital files. This is a distinction that I make unwillingly and is only for the sake of storage! Still, it says something about me that I'm willing to let a distinction that isn't musical become my first level of organization, rather than find a way to interweave these media. For the sake of this discussion, I'm going to ignore the digital media organization--computers make it too easy to change the organization at the click of a mouse and mine is hardly static.

After I separate my CDs from my vinyl, the next level of organization shows that I am both a child of the rock'n'roll/hip-hop era and a classically-trained musician. I separate "Classical" music out from what I think of as "Not-Classical". While I often refer to the "not-classical" as "pop" music, I mean that in the sense of popular, or vernacular, music and not "pop" in the sense of Top 40 or the traditions of that business. My pop collection includes jazz, hip-hop, rock'n'roll, R & B, traditional folk, and ethnic/indigenous music (I'm sure I'm leaving out some genres from that list, but the important thing here is that I resolutely refuse to make those distinctions). When I go to music stores, I actively resent how they sub-categorize both the classical and "pop" sections (even on-line stores are guilty--probably more so). I refuse to make any additional distinctions in terms of genre, style, culture or any such foolishness. It's sheer folly, in my opinion, to try. When you make the narrower distinctions, artists are more likely to come along and make a complete mess of your efforts by combining rock and jazz or ethnic styles with R & B.

I tend to favor acts that don't narrowly follow the tenets of a single genre in pop music, or classical, really, so my next level of distinction is artist and each rack of CDs is sorted by artist. This has its own pitfalls, too, but shows how my theory of music works! After all, should I classify Elvis Costello differently from Elvis Costello and the Attractions? What about duos/trios/quartets where each musician receives equal billing? What if the pop disk has more than one act featured, such as compilations? And who is the artist on a classical CD? The composer? The ensemble? Soloist? Conductor? So I made some decisions on these matters that are not always consistent, but definitely begin to show some of those theories. Yes, if Elvis Costello is the primary artist, it gets sorted as Elvis. If the artists get equal billing, I sort under the artist whose name comes first on the album cover (exception for Kai Winding, the trombonist, who comes first because I'm usually not as interested in the other artists--and I reserve the right to apply this practice to other artists). I know this gets a bit arbitrary and rigid, but saves me much time trying to make what I see as somewhat meaningless decisions. Pop music then gets sorted alphabetically by artist. Like the music stores, people who perform under real or assumed, but recognizable as conventional, names are sorted by last name (Elvis Costello under "C", and not his real name, MacManus; Madonna under "S" and not "C" for her last name, "Ciccone"), while acts that aren't names are sorted by the name--minus any articles like "A" or "The". This doesn't always work since some acts have people's names, but the act is really a band named for a member--or worse, a person who isn't in the band. I get a bit arbitrary here and then never make the decision again. So Ted Leo & The Pharmacists is sorted under "T", but The Reverend Horton Heat is under "H". I'd probably reverse those two if I did it again, but who really cares as long as all the disks by an artist are together? Oh, and compilations all get filed under "Various Artists".

I define the classical artist as the composer. This is the way the music stores do it on CDs with only one composer, although I found that the bit of putting compilation CDs separately, then defining what is or isn't a recital CD that should be sorted under the soloist is a serious waste of energy. When I have multiple artists on the disk (oops, I meant composers), I just select the work whose track or tracks are the longest duration and determine that the CD shall be filed under that composer... I'm not 100% consistent on this. After all, if I have a CD where there are, say, 15 tracks by one composer, all between three and five minutes long, but there is a single six-minute track by a different composer, I'll probably file the CD under the more numerous composer who takes up an hour of the CD running time. Yes, last name first. This is much easier than trying to decide that one work on a CD is more "important" or "better" than the others and deserves to be used for the putative artist designation.

After I file my pop CDs or records under artist, I usually then sort by the title of the disk. If you have an artist like Seal, who has two CDs without title, I call them eponymous and file them in chronological order. I have tried chronological order for some of my disks, usually when I have a fairly complete collection from the artist (like Public Enemy), but I've really discontinued that since you never know when an artist will disappoint you and stop putting out good stuff (see: Public Enemy). With classical, I also sort by title, but based on that same longest work (by duration) artist logic. The hard part is when the work is something like all of the composer's symphonies or all of his string quartets, but then I also struggle with whether I file things under "C" for "Concerto for Violin", or "V" for "Violin Concerto". I usually just choose one, choose the other some other time, and live with the situation.

So why discuss this today? Because I wanted to explain yesterday's CD review where I mentioned that my CD titled "Mexico" is filed as Hebert Vazquez instead of the Arditti Quartet like a music store would--and to justify why Mr. Vazquez gets the pride of artist designation when there are five other composers represented on the disk...

CDs listened to today:

  • Meyer Kupferman: Concerto for Cello, Tape, and Orchestra, disk 2
  • Modest Mouse: Good News For People Who Love Bad News

Saturday, November 10, 2007

I'm a little overdue with this CD review.

As if anybody is expecting me to keep a regular schedule! The disk is listed on my listening journal as Hebert Vazquez's String Quartet No. 1. And this brings up the topic of nomenclature and classification--more on that tomorrow. The formal CD title is simply "Mexico" and is performed by the Arditti Quartet. I probably bought this at the previously-mentioned clearance sale at Tower when it went out of business; I don't recall. I don't have to remember to know why I chose this disc. It was the Arditti Quartet!

These guys are clearly, passionately, dedicated to modernist and contemporary music. While the Arditti is undoubtedly less well-known than the Kronos Quartet of San Francisco, who are also celebrated for their dedication to contemporary composers and music, the Kronos musicians are neither dedicated to Modernism nor are they anywhere near the impeccably musical performers that we find in the Arditti. I know that the movement known as "Modernism" has passed into history and is a tiny bit old-fashioned , but that doesn't take away from the many composers who still work in this rich vein. Nor does it diminish the work of the Arditti. I think that eventually, the elements and principles of Modernism will move alongside the threads of Classicism and Romanticism as one of the great characteristics of art. As we open the 21st Century, it's probably still too soon to clearly define Modernism--they're still debating Romanticism! But if you believe in knowing it when you hear it, a place to start is the recordings and performances of the Arditti Quartet.

In case you haven't guessed from the title, this disk is dedicated to Mexican composers and six of them are represented here with single works. Three of these are actually not for the string quartet, but are more-or-less solo violin pieces performed by the quartet's namesake, Irvine Arditti. I say more-or-less because one of the works is for amplified violin and another is for violin and electronics. German Romero's Ramas is the amplified work and it's a nice exploration of the sounds a violin can only make at very low volumes, assisted by amplification, and the changes that amplification brings to the sound of the fiddle while Rogelio Sosa's Espasmo fulgor takes a traditionally modernist route with seemingly orchestral electronics--a very subtle blend of drama and mystery! When I think of Modernism, I think of the contributions of Expressionism and how important they are: sudden, extreme changes in mood and character. All of the works on this disk show that to some extent, but never in a trivial, theatric manner (like weaker composers and performers may be prone to exploit). That's what I love about the Arditti. These pieces are played with sensitivity, drama, and flair. The superb sound of the team and their incredible group dynamic show a unity of ensemble that's so, so satisfying.

It's hard to believe that the Vazquez quartet is even playable in spots, the textures of interlocking sounds are so intricate at times. It also pleases with some nicely robust rhythmic passages. Hilda Paredes' Uy u'tan shapes up nicely with a tremendous soundscape of static, dissonant held notes interwoven with sudden, sweeping snippets of motion. All of the works on this disk are outstanding, with the possible exception of Juan Felipe Waller's De jaque, sal, gala y luna, which is a fairly routine violin piece that is mostly saved by Mr. Arditti's fine work. I'm filing this disk away now and won't hear it as often anymore. I'll miss it.

9 out of 10

CDs listened to today:

  • Samba Mapalanga: Ujumbe

Friday, November 09, 2007

OK, fun from work--and I have permission to reprint the fun part.

A friend sent me an ESPN.com blog item about football and I noticed that the author, Bill Simmons, lets his wife post a few words as part of the larger post. You can read her hilarious rant here. It's essentially a colorful look at the inner life of a pregnant woman, short-tempered and impatiently waiting for the big day. I shared the bit with my teammates at work, commenting that our teammate who is similarly pregnant is more even-tempered than that! My colleague responded with an even funnier rant than the one I shared. With her permission, I now pass it to you. Enjoy!

Are you serious?

Here's my list, and it's just from this morning:
  • Sorry to the 5 cars that I cut off this morning on the way to work who were driving 54 in a 55 MPH zone. I was in a hurry.
  • Sorry to the guy in front of me in the drive thru at Starbucks who didn't pull up far enough because he was afraid to get his Lexus SUV too close to the car in front of him... I couldn't pull up to order without getting within 2.5 inches from his back bumper. I was in a hurry.
  • Sorry to my 2 year old who told me to go away when I tried to wake her up to get her in the shower. Mommy shouldn't have said "you have to get up every day of your life, get used to it!!!!" I was in a hurry.
  • Sorry to the organizers of the last 5 meetings that I've replied "tentative" to - just because. I'm being proactive because I could go out on maternity leave any minute now. I'm in a hurry.
  • Sorry to my boss, who's reading this and wondering how it is that I have time to just write inane emails. I'll get back to work right now. I'll hurry!
CDs listened to today:
  • Dafnis Prieto: Absolute Quintet
  • Elliott Carter: The Minotaur
  • Bill Frisell with Dave Holland and Elvin Jones: (eponymous)
  • Ellen Taaffe Zwilich: Symphony No. 2, "Cello"
  • Jean Francaix: Wind Quintet No. 1
  • Matias Aguayo: Are You Really Lost
  • Jawbox: For Your Own Special Sweetheart
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 9

Thursday, November 08, 2007

This has been bothering me.

Several years ago, an acquaintance of mine told me about how they handle one aspect of street maintenance in London. It made so much sense. Why don't we do that here in my hometown? Here's the deal: In London, when a street has to be dug up by a utility, construction company, or whatever, the city doesn't allow the contractor to put some lousy, third-rate, asphalt patch on the hole. Instead, the contractor fills up the hole and the city comes in to patch the pavement properly--to a high standard.

See, here in my city, the contractors finish the paving patches themselves. I assume they hire the paving contractor with the lowest bid. The patches are unbelievably bad, leaving some streets looking like four-wheel-drive roads. By the time one winter and its freeze/thaw cycles has passed, the road is a disaster. And the life of the pavement is drastically shortened, requiring repaving sooner than if the patches were high-quality. Why do we let them get away with it? Contractors should be required to simply pay the city a standard rate and let the city fix our streets. These guys have proven once and for all that they can't take care of the roads owned by the city and its people--no more!

And one more thing while I'm on the subject: The city had a contractor "chip-seal" my street. You probably know that this is the process of laying down tar on a street (the sealant), then laying gravel (the chips) on top and letting routine traffic push the gravel into the tar, making the street watertight. I have no problem with chip-sealing--really. Here's my beef: this block had potholes! They didn't even bother to patch these before the chip-seal! That means that this winter, the snowmelt will collect in them, freeze and thaw over and over, blowing up the underlying pavement in no time, leaving a huge pothole where a small one is now... Gee whiz!

CDs listened to today:

  • Johan de Meij: T-bone Concerto
  • The White Stripes: Elephant
  • Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain
  • Irwin Bazelon: Brass Quintet
  • Alice In Chains: (eponymous)
  • Esa-Pekka Salonen: L.A. Variations
  • Hebert Vazquez: String Quartet No. 1

Wednesday, November 07, 2007

Did you see the most recent Democratic presidential debate?

Well, neither did I. But maybe you heard all the press around it? Going into the debate, the discussion in the press wasn't about what the candidates' positions on important issues were--it was more sports reporting! Would Senator Obama "attack" Senator Clinton? The endless metaphors of combat and sports were simply nauseating.

But that's nothing compared to the post-debate reporting. The news organizations (I hate the term "mainstream media") all got sucked in with the political types' fascination with the tactics of the debate, and more prominently, the post-debate spin. I saw virtually no reporting on what the candidates' positions were or what proposals were offered to make the nation stronger.

No! The big story was some variation on the boys ganging up on the lone girl. The story seemed to start as an assessment of how voters would react to this "unchivalrous" dynamic. But the camp of Senator Clinton needed to make sure they took full advantage of that analysis, so they tried to turn that same story into proof that the senator is "tough enough" to play with the boys--which meant her rivals' surrogates needed to spend time complaining that the girls' team was exploiting Ms. Clinton's gender.

So, how did the national defense get discussed? Health care? Carbon emissions and global warming? The weak dollar? Credit problems in the mortgage industry? I guess they had more important things to discuss in the headlines and reports most viewers/readers would see--we can't work with real issues or nobody would watch...

CDs listened to today:

  • Bernard Rands: Canti dell'Eclisse
  • Seal: (eponymous, 1991)
  • Jesus Guridi: Sinfonia Pirenaica
  • William Schuman: Symphony No. 6
  • Ted Leo & The Pharmacists: Shake The Sheets
  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)
  • Peter Tchaikovsky: Concerto for Violin
  • Various Artists: The K & D Sessions, disk 2
  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Last TV discussion for a while, I promise.

So my review of the new TV shows I've checked out continues, along with my assessment of shows I've enjoyed in previous seasons--who's on notice, who's no longer worth watching, and who's still going strong.

Thursday nights are the traditional night for networks to bring out their best; it has the highest number of viewers, so Survivor and American Idol are here when the networks need them. It also has fewer new shows as the established heavyweight shows dominate the night these days. There's little here that's truly fresh and exciting.

CBS still puts CSI: Crime Scene Investigation in the middle of their lineup and the show has found a nice, solid groove. It no longer fascinates like it once did, hard to do when there are two spin-offs doing the same basic formula, but William Peterson is still worth watching. The cast probably needs to find better ways to keep fresh than insisting one member be the victim of a ghastly near-murder every season. Maybe find inner details for their characters? ABC, bless them, keeps Ugly Betty in place. It's still marred by the worst music ever foisted on a TV show, but this is a brilliant comedy anchored by America Ferrara's hilarious work. She touches with her awkward pathos in a way that Desperate Housewives' Teri Hatcher can't begin to touch. The show is magical, somehow combining a cartoonish approach to life at Betty's work with real feeling between characters who are as far from realism as, well, a fashion magazine cover. ABC has also put Big Shots on Thursday night. Hold your nose if you surf past this one; it features four awkward performances from the leads as successful men struggling with whatever scriptwriters think seems glamorous, funny and slightly contemptuous of the wealthy.

My Name Is Earl has tried to take the same route as House, shaking things up with some major changes. The basic cast is still the same, thank heavens, but Earl is trying to be that better person I so admire--in jail! It's working much better than House does, thanks to the continuity of the personnel. The real surprise to me is that the creative team behind the program shows no sign of contriving a way for Earl to get released before his two years are completed behind bars. I remain convinced he'll get out this season, but I don't feel any urgency while the stories and characters remain so strong. NBC also keeps Scrubs on Thursdays for its last season. Its gentle decline grows ever-less absurd, but remains sweet and mildy amusing. ER is still a surprise to me. How is this show still going? Why do we still care about these people? None of the actors remain from the first few seasons, and George Clooney's bright light of a performance is long-forgotten. Yet I keep watching, fascinated that the juggernaut rolls on. When will it end?

Friday is still a bit of a TV ghetto for unloved shows (unloved by the networks, if not the viewers). Las Vegas is preceded by Friday Night Lights, still the prettiest cast on prime time, in my estimation. The stories are contrived, but the cast maintains an effective, unified style of performance that really works. Pay close attention and note the utter realism in their readings. The plots are only one step from Desperate Housewives-bizarre (you need more murders to get to that level) and it's a miracle that people this good-looking can overcome these scripts. Las Vegas? Think Love Boat with racier wardrobes and "darker" personalities and backstories for the staff/crew. I miss Nikki Cox's cleavage, but this may be the only show that outdoes CSI: Miami for underdressed, spectacular extras in many scenes. NBC banished the original Law & Order to this night (now missing entirely), demanded a lower price from the producer (and got it) and generally treats the show like kryptonite. And it cruises along, serenely following the same formula from its glory days on Wednesday nights. It's awesome how it just keeps going--and it's still not too bad. Come back!

CBS brings you Moonlight on Fridays. Yes, a vampire detective! I actually took a while to decide on this one before banishing it from the TiVo. It almost works, this secret life of his. ABC's new Friday show, Women's Murder Club was easier to call. the stories and characters are all so... ordinary. Except they're chicks! And they have Kaffeeklatsches now and then! Geez.

Maybe someday, the networks will bring Saturday night back to life, but it's all reruns and college football spillovers now. I'll let you know if they ever do something about it.

CDs listened to today:

  • Ellen Taaffe Zwilich: Symphony No. 2, "Cello"
  • Malcolm Forsyth: Quintette for Winds (or…)
  • Javanese Court Gamelan: (eponymous)
  • Samba Mapalanga: Ujumbe
  • Meyer Kupferman: Concerto for Cello, Tape, and Orchestra, disk 1
  • MJ Cole: Sincere
  • Alban Berg: Lulu-Suite
  • Phantom Planet: The Guest
  • My Morning Jacket: Z

Monday, November 05, 2007

So, how about some more TiVo news?

Tuesdays bring a new season of Beauty And The Geek on the CW. Sadly, this season has been the weakest from the beginning due to a sorry attempt to avoid getting stale. They brought in a male beauty and a female geek, destroying nearly all the chemistry the show usually brings. The male beauty means the pretty girls have a boy they can hang out with who doesn't challenge them and the female geek shelters the boys the same way. Given the premise is that the members will grow emotionally, this is a disaster, leading to petty rivalries and other shallow spats. Nothing special here!

Cane on CBS was intriguing, but unsuccessful. Jimmy Smits, the lead, is always a welcome presence, but this turns out to be nothing but an updated Dallas. Cavemen is also on Tuesdays, but even I could resist it! Reaper is another CW show, and I struggle with it. The actors are charming--including a marvelous turn by Ray Wise as the devil himself, charming and a tiny bit scary. Still, the gimmick is just that and the characters aren't terribly engaging. A dear friend convinced me not to give up on it, but I'm still on the fence here. Reaper, you're "on notice"!

The other new Tuesday show is Carpoolers. What a dud. The characters drop to the lowest level of unimaginative sitcoms, the actors don't help this any and the idea of putting most of the scenes in a car where everyone faces forward? Not an inspired moment.

I'm still going to continue to watch The Unit for now. Thank you, Dennis Haysbert, for being interesting! Otherwise, this show wouldn't amount to much but occasional guy fun. Boston Legal isn't really working out, but I can't resist William Shatner's zany act. Law & Order: Special Victims Unit is still moving along in what becomes a glacial rhythm. Why are all the stories about exploited children in danger? Are we so desensitized to violence and sex crimes that they have to raise the ante? On Fox, Bones shows a slow decline in story quality, but David Boreanaz is worth the price of admission all by himself. Makes me wish I'd watched Buffy all those years ago. House, on the other hand, struggles this season. They've tried a re-vamping of the cast, moving the supporting trio of characters to more-limited roles and adding a new layer of characters for the title character to abuse. This isn't working!

On Wednesdays, I tried the CW's Gossip Girl. Yeesh! Pretty, pretty people, but the cheesiest, lamest soap opera, damaged by a voiceover from Kristin Bell of Veronica Mars fame. Bell's snarky tone was nice on her former show, but wears thin on this show. By the way, she's now pulling duty as a character on Heroes, where the same ironic tone just leaves me wondering if she has forgotten real acting.

CBS' Criminal Minds has suffered a key loss. Mandy Patinkin has left the show. He was the main reason I watched the show, so we'll see how that goes!

NBC has added Bionic Woman and Life. Bionic Woman is like the recently-departed Alias, a very pretty heroine dropped into a battle between two intelligence agencies who won't play by the rules! Why watch it? Did I mention how pretty she is? Or the marvelous fake boobs on her arch-nemesis, who only wears skimpy tank tops?

Life
is a much happier tale to tell. I think it's the most-overlooked show of the season. Sure, it looks like another standard-issue detective show, and it is. Why recommend it? Check out the lead character, a man who was framed for murder and spent twelve years in prison before he was exonerated and could return to his job as a cop. How does a cop survive prison as a marked man? The beatings, constant fear, and daily struggles to keep the barest needs close? Well, he takes to Zen. Then he gets a huge legal settlement, so now we get to see him struggle with material and sensual temptations, his anger, and the demands of a cop's job (not to mention trying to locate the persons who framed him). He's delightful!

Fox has brought us Back To You, featuring a passel of sitcom veterans. Utter failure. I don't know if I feel worse for Kelsey Grammer or Fred Willard here. At least they didn't get work on Cavemen! And why isn't Cavemen already canceled?

CDs listened to today:

  • Bela Bartok: The Wooden Prince
  • Alice In Chains: Dirt
  • Hebert Vazquez: String Quartet No. 1
  • Ludwig van Beethoven: The Symphonies, disks 5 and 6 (conducted by Sir Georg Solti)
  • John Coltrane: Blue Train
  • Dafnis Prieto: Absolute Quintet
  • Elliott Carter: In Sleep, In Thunder
  • Frente!: Marvin the Album

Sunday, November 04, 2007

So, what does an always-optimistic TiVo owner watch this season?

For starters, I gave up on the CBS show, Shark. I enjoyed it some last season, but it's just another generic cop/lawyer show with a more-talented-than-average lead in James Woods. The subplots that form the longer story arcs, such as the troubled relationship between Mr. Woods' character and his daughter, really don't add much and the supporting cast just aren't that interesting. At least Sunday nights still have that evergreen, 60 Minutes, which remains surprisingly strong.

Mondays remain a busy night here on the ol' TiVos! While I await the premiere of this season's 24, Fox has given us K-Ville. Again, nothing special here, just a cop-buddy show that only offers use the barest sense that they're in New Orleans rather than, say, Orlando. Not an interesting character in the bunch. And airing before K-Ville, Prison Break has lost a great deal of momentum this season as the writers decided to trap our protagonist in a new, foreign jail! I'll stick with Prison Break for now, but this show is, as Steven Colbert would say, "on notice"!

CBS tried to foist a real dud on us Monday nights. The Big Bang Theory features a tired version of the classic formula where gorgeous, not-too-bright beauty meets socially awkward, brainy nerd. Lordy, this is nothing worth seeing. None of the characters come close to anything but clichés and the plots smell like, well, not roses. Two And A Half Men continues to amuse, perhaps not as much as it used to, but I count at least three characters that make me laugh and the show still has masterful one-liners in nearly every episode. On the other side of the black hole known as Big Bang Theory, How I Met Your Mother still amuses. It's hardly brilliant, but Neal Patrick Harris' Barney character is still worth the time, all by itself. Another show that remains "on notice" for me is CSI Miami. David Caruso's central character is almost a cartoon, with his fake gravitas. Still, the stories are colorful, the visual style is bright, and the episodes are always chock-full of pretty, pretty people in skimpy, skimpy clothing!

NBC put two new shows on Monday night, either side of Heroes, the big winner from NBC last year. Heroes still satisfies, but seems to be struggling with too many plot threads which are slowing down the dramatic momentum. Perhaps the de-fanging of the major villain, Sylar, left the show without a straight-line plot? Starting NBC's big night is Chuck. this show has a lot of buzz and even my sister, who's rarely able to catch any prime-time TV, saw a bit and found the actor playing the title character charming and engaging. While the lead player in Chuck is easy to like, the plots are already showing signs of repetition and the other personages are hardly brilliant. One of the most difficult shows to figure is Journeyman, a sort of retread of a theme made familiar on shows like Quantum Leap and Early Edition. The hero finds himself "visiting" the past of others' lives, where he struggles to make sense of them and his mission (usually to set something right). I'm not sure about this one as the lead actor is a bit wooden, but the sub-plots are intriguing and the tone of the show is pleasingly somber, yet urgent.

ABC isn't doing much on Mondays just yet. Are they still trying to figure out what to do without Monday Night Football? They give us a heavy dose of reality programming, which is about the only kind of TV show I can easily resist. I'm still working on forming an opinion about Samantha Who?, the only scripted show on ABC's Monday night. The premise intrigues, a woman who has forgotten her life after suffering from amnesia and awakes from a coma to find she was not a very nice person, to say the least. Can she make a new life as a good person? Will she fall back into the old ways as she works to resume her job and social life? Is she just a retread of My Name Is Earl?

The big, golden nugget for sitcoms this season comes on the CW network every Monday night. Aliens In America is off to a great start. The fish-out-of-water tale is set in Wisconsin, where a small-town family takes on a foreign-exchange student, expecting some handsome, Nordic lad, but getting Raja, the Pakistani. The delight here is how the family is a pretty basic, standard-issue sitcom family, but Raja is the sweetest, most honest, and honorable lad. While the kids at school call him "Roger", Raja perseveres, respecting his elders, promoting modesty and virtue and remaining true to his innocence. Don't make any mistake, he's not naïve, but he is a character to admire.

CDs listened to today:

  • Gyorgy Ligeti: Requiem
  • Lightning Bolt: Hypermagic Mountain

Saturday, November 03, 2007

November is TV sweeps month!

I've told pretty much everybody I know about this--that I am an unreconstructed optimist when it comes to new television shows. Nearly every commercial or article I read about the new TV shows makes them sound great to me, or at the very least intriguing. It's a real quirk of mine, considering how pessimistic I am about new releases from most other mass-media artists (authors, musical acts, filmmakers).

This season, I did manage to resist two new series: ABC's Cavemen and CBS' Viva Laughlin. Cavemen was the easy call, here. I never thought the television ads were that funny and honestly, stretching a paper-thin concept to a weekly half-hour? The best part here is seeing my reservations emphatically confirmed on my favorite review site, Metacritic.com, where the show easily achieved the lowest rating I've ever seen. Viva Laughlin seemed like an intriguing show, characters singing popular songs as part of a drama. After all, I'd heard of The Singing Detective for years, a BBC hit that got constant praise from domestic critics, and a small-town casino setting seemed like a nice tweak. Well, then I read Alessandra Stanley's review in the New York Times, wondering if the show was simply the worst of the new season, or the worst of all time? I still grabbed the TiVo copy and viewed the opening minutes to see if she was really telling the truth, that the characters don't actually perform the songs as honest singing performances. Like I couldn't trust her! It's true, the characters simply vocalize along with the original recordings (or sound-alike copies), murmuring the words and melodies instead of real singing. Bizarre and off-putting, to say the least!

CDs listened to today:

  • Weezer: (eponymous blue album)

Friday, November 02, 2007

CDs listened to today:

  • stellastarr*: (eponymous)
  • David Maslanka: Symphony No. 7

Thursday, November 01, 2007

CDs listened to today:

  • Various Artists: The K & D Sessions, disk 1