Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
I don't know who's driving this bandwagon but I'm getting off here. According to iTunes, Ashlee Simpson's new CD "I Am Me" is inspired by the sounds of the 80's The Cure, Pat Benatar, Billy Idol, and Joan Jett. So here's to all the bands that made that 80's sound popular again. Below is my "New Wave Revival" final playlist, casually collected over the past two years or so: the veterans, the early indicators, the punk rockers, the electropoppers, the blatant imitators, the unknown college bands, and the free downloads of the week. It's been fun. Now I'm going to see Nickel Creek.
(Alphabetically by song)
(Alphabetically by song)
|An Honest Mistake||The Bravery|
|Another Sunny Day||Belle and Sebastian|
|Black Math||The White Stripes|
|Blood On Our Hands||Death From Above 1979|
|Bohemian Like You||The Dandy Warhols|
|Bom Bom Bom||Living Things|
|Born Into The World||Supersystem|
|C'mon C'mon||The Von Bondies|
|Can't Stand Me Now||The Libertines|
|Cosmopolitan||Nine Black Alps|
|Danger Zone||Gwen Stefani|
|Decent Days And Nights||The Futureheads|
|Desperate Guys||The Faint|
|Eleanor Put Your Boots On||Franz Ferdinand|
|Fall Behind Me||The Donnas|
|Float On||Modest Mouse|
|Freedom Fighters||The Music|
|Girl, You Have No Faith In Medicine||The White Stripes|
|Good Sons||Starflyer 59|
|Gray Ghost||The Fever|
|Hello? Is This Thing On?||!!! Chk Chik Chick|
|I Love You 'Cause I Have Too||Dogs Die In Hot Cars|
|I Predict A Riot||Kaiser Chiefs|
|I'd Rather Dance With You||Kings Of Convenience|
|Jerk It Out||Caesars|
|Kissing The Lipless||The Shins|
|Love In A Trashcan||The Raveonettes|
|Maps||Yeah Yeah Yeahs|
|Me Plus One||Annie|
|No Revolution||The Explosion|
|One Of These Days||Doves|
|Ooh La La||Goldfrapp|
|Over And Over Again (Lost And Found)||Clap Your Hands Say Yeah|
|Publish My Love||Rogue Wave|
|Reason Is Treason||Kasabian|
|Rebellion (Lies)||Arcade Fire|
|Shot Down||Nine Black Alps|
|Somebody Told Me||The Killers|
|Soul Meets Body||Death Cab For Cutie|
|Spitting Games||Snow Patrol|
|Still In Love Song||The Stills|
|Stop||Black Rebel Motorcycle Club|
|Take Me Out||Franz Ferdinand|
|The Air Near My Fingers||The White Stripes|
|The Rat||The Walkmen|
|The Sound Of Settling||Death Cab For Cutie|
|The W.A.N.D.||The Flaming Lips|
|Time Is Running Out||Muse|
|Walk Idiot Walk||The Hives|
|Walking With A Ghost||Tegan and Sarah|
|Warning Siren||Tiefschwarz & Matty Safer|
|We Used To Be Friends||The Dandy Warhols|
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
Monday, March 13, 2006
Friday, March 03, 2006
Meet the Muller family. From the left: Kaley, Deanne, Carol, Brooke, and Dan Muller.
Dan and I have been friends for so long, I can see the family resemblance in his kids. I met Danny in my first grade class, when he was just a little guy and his favorite word was “eyeball”.
We became best friends in third grade. He was a goofy, pesky kid; I was shy and withdrawn. Rejection from the social order cemented our relationship, in fact, for a few years it was pretty much the foundation of it. To be friends with us was to be a social outcast, so no one bothered to be our friend. I think we actually liked it that way, because we both feared that if a third person joined us, one of us would get left out.
Things changed a bit when I was home-schooled in seventh, eighth, and ninth grade. Dan faced middle school alone, along with all the problems that come with it. But we had a paper route together, and Danny never hesitated to let me know all the things that were going on in his life. I think it was during this time that Danny became interested in spiritual things, and he often called on me for guidance. I always tried to answer the best I knew how, even though I had many questions myself.
The paper route ended in tenth grade, and Danny’s father’s job transferred him to Minnesota at the start of our Junior year in high school. For three years, the only communication we had was one letter from him (I don’t remember if I ever wrote back) and a few phone calls. As I graduated from high school and left for college, I thought the time we had as friends was drawing to a close.
Unbeknownst to me, Danny grew up in those three years in Minnesota. Alone in a strange place, Dan soon found himself a social outcast. But he was determined not to let a repeat of New York happen there. He gained a reputation as a fighter, and with it, the self-respect that empowered him to move on from his past and create an identity he could be proud of.
I got a call toward the end of my Freshman year of college that Dan was getting married, and that I was to be in his wedding. I took a train out to St. Paul that summer, and met Dan at the station. He had become a stocky guy with a job as a garbage man. I met his new friends and his fiancée, and saw his apartment and the nice house his parents had moved into. But once again, when we were alone our main topic of conversation was spiritual things. Dan explained that there were a lot of different religions there in Minneapolis, and he informed me that he had become interested in Wicca.
Dan called me during my Senior year of college, saying that he had been trying to lead his father to Christ. At first I was taken back by his statement, but it became clear to me in our conversation that he had become a Christian. At what time I can’t say, but it may have been as far back as the paper route days. I made it a priority after I graduated to go and visit him and his family out in Minnesota.
I took the trip in late August of this past year. We spent a week together, cramming as much activity into it as possible. We must’ve watched a half-dozen movies, went to the State Fair, went to the Renaissance Festival (where it always rains no matter what), made a couple of bonfires, shopped at the Mall of America, went to a Tagine show, and a whole bunch of other things, basically cramming two weeks into one. I had a great time with his kids. Carol and Kaley are two of the smartest and most sociable three and four-year-olds that I have ever met. How many three-year-olds can make a conversation with complete sentences and paragraphs? I would make the trip again just to see them. When the topic turned to spiritual things, we had to admit that neither of us were as close to God as we should be. I was encouraged though, that Dan has found a great church that he attends about once or twice a month.
I developed my definition of a good friend on that last trip to visit Dan. It’s a simple one: a good friend is someone who doesn’t want to see you leave. That’s really what being friends is about, just relishing the time you have together. Maybe it’s because I have so few really good friendships that I especially cherish this one. Not many people are blessed to have a childhood friend that stays your friend into adulthood. I count myself among the very blessed.