Pop in 2008

Mariah Carey - Touch My Body2008 started with a glut of indie pop, for me: Magnetic Fields, Raveonettes, Nicole Atkins, Vampire Weekend. Not that there's anything wrong with that.

But, well, it all started to feel like I was in a bit of a rut.

Which is why I'm so happy that the last month or so has brought some real honest-to-goodness pop and R&B: Duffy's "Mercy" and Estelle's "American Boy"; new Usher, new Erykah Badu, new Lil Wayne; a rediscovery of Girls Aloud's "Can't Speak French"; and perhaps most unexpected, an incredible track from Mariah Carey!

It's a good year.

Dignity, thy name is Rick Astley

Rick AstleyI love Rick Astley even more after reading his thoughts on Rickrolling in this LA Times interview.

“Listen, I just think it’s bizarre and funny. My main consideration is that my daughter doesn’t get embarrassed about it.”

The thing is, I actually really enjoy "Never Gonna Give You Up", and honestly, I'd rather watch its video than most of the things people link to on the web. So there.

David Chang in the New Yorker

The profile of David Chang in the latest New Yorker (not online, sadly) is brilliant & scary all at once--I wonder if Chang is as manically miserable as the profile makes him out to be? He's certainly an incredible chef; our meal at Ssäm Bar last year was one of the more memorable eating experiences I've had.

The article's filled with great quotes, but here's one of my favorites:

"I'm so sick and tired of how awesome it is to work at Google or fucking Apple or one of those tech companies," he says. "Why can't it be awesome to work for a food company? Why can't we create an environment where people are trying to push each other to do great things, and we're not trying to steal from anybody, we're trying to be good to our farmers and run an honorable business, if there is such a thing anymore?"

Joel on standards

From Joel on Software: Martian Headsets:

If you’ve ever visited the ultra-orthodox Jewish communities of Jerusalem, all of whom agree in complete and utter adherence to every iota of Jewish law, you will discover that despite general agreement on what constitutes kosher food, that you will not find a rabbi from one ultra-orthodox community who is willing to eat at the home of a rabbi from a different ultra-orthodox community. And the web designers are discovering what the Jews of Mea Shearim have known for decades: just because you all agree to follow one book doesn’t ensure compatibility, because the laws are so complex and complicated and convoluted that it’s almost impossible to understand them all well enough to avoid traps and landmines, and you’re safer just asking for the fruit plate.

This made my morning, and it's only one of many fantastic quotes.

Fire Eagle and Movable Type

Fire Eagle for Movable Type

Having had a longstanding interest in geo-location--and, well, its intersections with blogging and online identity--I'm really excited about Yahoo!'s new Fire Eagle service.

I'm also really excited that we now have Fire Eagle for Movable Type plugin connecting an MT profile to a Fire Eagle account. This makes an MT profile location-aware and, just like Fire Eagle itself, opens the door to tons of other interesting features that the plugin provides: adding a map of your current location to your blog; tracking changes to your location in your Action Stream; &c.

I've written more about Fire Eagle for Movable Type on sixapart.com.

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Small victories, or How I learned to shop at companies that hire people, not robots

A brief update to my last post: I went in to Best Buy again today (in person) to speak to the manager. Over the phone they'd offered me a floor model version of the television we had bought, for pretty much the same price as what we had paid for the new model—nice! So I headed in in person, and after talking with the manager for about a minute, realized that this was a futile exercise, and so I just returned the television that we'd never received in the first place. [1]

Contrast that with Costco, which is where we bought our original television more than a year ago. I've spared my tens of readers the drama that brought us to buying a new television in the first place—seriously, it would make an entertaining set of posts—but suffice to say that over the past three months, we've had our television for about two weeks. The rest of its time was spent at a completely ineffectual "authorized" repair shop & in discussions with Sharp (the maker of said television).

So finally, Mena & I happened to mention to Barak that we'd bought the television at Costco, and he said, just bring it back there and return it. I was quite skeptical, but here's the thing: I brought the television in to Costco today and spoke with two people (a rep handling returns and his manager), both extremely competent, and who gave me a full refund for the amount at which I'd originally bought the television (and this one year later!). All while juggling about five customers at once.

Which is really the point of it all: Costco—or at least, the warehouse I've been going to—has made a point of hiring people who can think, who are empowered to take action & make decisions, and who actually care (or, at least, do a great job at pretending) about customers. Best Buy, on the other hand, has hired—or perhaps trained—a set of mindless drones who could very well be robots for the amount of critical thinking that they possess and/or are allowed to perform.

So, with that, I refuse to shop at Best Buy ever again. And yes, I'm realistic enough to realize that they don't care—but then again, isn't that the problem in the first place?

[1] Of course, they couldn't resist fucking with me one last time: when I went over to get a refund for the television, the service representative handling returns told me that he couldn't refund me the money for the delivery, since that was a separate company. But I got my way, & my refund.

Best Buy hates you & wants you to die.

So I've just got off a 20-minute long phone call with Best Buy, and I feel as if I just have to write this down, because otherwise, it'd seem too unreal.

We bought a new television from Best Buy on Saturday [1], & we scheduled delivery of that television for Tuesday. Monday morning, the delivery people called & set up a delivery between 10:30 and 12:30 on Tuesday. Fine. Monday night, they called & said that they'd never received the television they were supposed to deliver from the store, so they'd not be able to make the delivery.

They urged me to call the store itself so as to discuss the matter.

Which I did, and wherein I spoke with an earnest fellow—the same one who'd sold me the television, even!—who said that he'd packed the television into the truck himself, and who couldn't understand why it wouldn't be at the delivery warehouse, & thus at my house, on Tuesday morning, as promised. But he said he'd look into it, and would call me back Tuesday.

Tuesday: no call.

Wednesday morning, I received a call from the delivery service, stating that they'd be delivering the television Thursday morning. “So you've received it from the store, then, have you?” I asked. “Well, not yet, so it'd be best if you check in with them,” was their answer. Promising!

So I called about ten times Wednesday, each time going through the phone tree to Home Theatre, and waiting as the phone call eventually timed out without answer. And tonight, at around 7:30pm, the delivery service called to say that “uh, we haven't received your television from the store, so we won't be delivering it tomorrow.” Shocking!

& which started a series of phone calls from myself to the store in question, most of which ended up with my waiting for someone to answer, or being transferred between 10 different on-floor representatives, none of whom who had the information I'd given to the previous one, or being put on hold for 15 minutes wherein I decided to try a different department just for the hell of it, and eventually got transferred back to Home Theatre. &c. [2]

One of the exchanges was really quite classic. I'd been on hold for about 10 minutes, listening to some awfully stressful music, and all of a sudden, I once again hear a ringtone, as I'd been taken off hold, and after about 6 rings, someone picks up:

Him: “Hello?”
Me: “Um, hi?”
Him: “Yeah, it's out of stock.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “We're out of stock on that item.”
Me: “What?”
Him: “Yeah, it's out of stock.”
Me: “But I already bought it!”
Him: “What?”
Me: “I bought it last Saturday.”
Him: “What?”
Me: “I already bought it, and you were supposed to deliver it on Tuesday, and you didn't, and then I received a call today that you'd be delivering it tomorrow, and then another call tonight that said it had never been received on the truck.” [3]
Him: “It was supposed to be delivered to you?”
Me: “Yes, I was supposed to receive the tv on Tuesday!”
Him: “Wait, a television?”
Me: “Um, what?”
Him: “Are you talking about a television?”
Me: “Yes...”
Him: “Oh, I thought you were asking about a walkie talkie. Uh, wrong line.”

At which point I began to silently die inside.

[1] This despite knowing from the internets that Best Buy, undoubtedly, Sucks.

[2] By the way, so this television: the previous weekend—before I bought the tv—I'd been in to a different Best Buy, where I inquired about this television. It's the new model of a television they already had in stock, and I asked—quite logically, I felt—“when will you be receiving the new model?”

To which the response: “oh, I don't think we're going to carry that model.” And the hapless fucker actually acted like he checked the computer—and who knows, maybe he even did—and then came back and said, “yeah, uh, doesn't look like we're ever going to carry that model.”

The punchline of which is: next week, when I went into a different Best Buy? Yes, they had that new model.

[3] This was, seriously, the 15th time I had described the situation, so I had refined my description to its essence in order to get it out in 5 seconds or less.

"... A new sheriff in town, in the world of hair" [1]

Okay, so American Idol tonight? The contestants can choose from any song in the 2000s—and what do these connoisseurs of fine modern pop choose? Creed, Tim McGraw, & a boring Beyoncé song. [2]

Now, so: I understand there are licensing issues, &c.

But seriously, what the fuck?

So, dear future—or current—Idol contestants, should this particular challenge week ever again rear its ugly head, here are some suggestions [3].

Annie, “Chewing Gum” (Listen)

Annie: Anniemal

(Or the Hey Willpower + Annie version thereof.) Perhaps not a particularly tough vocal, but still a nice combination of a sort of charm & sexuality. Kellie, perhaps, but it may be too far out of her country comfort zone.

Backstreet Boys, “Shape of my Heart” (Listen)

So, I know that Backstreet Boys specifically—& boy pop in general—aren’t exactly in vogue, but seriously: this is brilliant pop music, and I’d expect someone like Ace to be able to pull this off, synchronized camera pouts & all.

Eamon, “Fuck It” (Listen)

Now this: I could see Elliot just eating this up. It’s a novelty song, sure, but it’s got that wannabe-Stevie-but-angry-&-nasty thing going on.

Girls Aloud, “Biology” [4] (Listen)

It’s not a competition without Girls Aloud! Honestly, I don’t know who could do this justice. Maybe it’d have to be a group thing, like those strange group performances they do from time to time.

Jamie Lidell, “When I Come Back Around”

Taylor, I’m looking at you, you symbol of prematurely gray neo-soul! Plus, miming the keyboard solo would win anyone total points in my book.

Ms. Dynamite, “Dy-Na-Mi-Tee” (Listen)

Ms. Dynamite: A Little Deeper

Paris!

She’s my favorite, and while some of these picks are motivated by a sort of morbid curiosity, I would really, really like to hear Paris sing this.

Scissor Sisters, “Return to Oz” (Listen)

Now, this just might have the right sense of melodrama & bombast to win the crowd ever. If someone like Chris Daughtry were to sing it, it might elevate him from the sub-Stone Temple Pilots rut he’s got himself into now.

Will Young, “Leave Right Now”

Perhaps a bit of an obvious pick, considering his start in the pop business, but this is a top pop song.

& there’s so much more! Justin Timberlake; Shakira; Hey Willpower; Gwen Stefani; Robbie Williams; &c.

And I’ll just say this: if any contestant were to ever sing a chapter of R. Kelly’s “Trapped in the Closet”, he/she would be my favorite vote forever, and I would probably be compelled to write some silly application that would vote a million times for that contestant. Or something.

[1] “But who wants to shoot the sheriff?” Oh, Blow Out.

[2] The only inspired choice was Katherine’s choice of Christina Aguilera’s “The Voice Within,” which was just okay in terms of her performance, but it’s hard to ruin that song.

[3] Though if last’s season’s butchering of Blu Cantrell’s “Hit ‘em Up Style (Oops)” is any indication, the idols-in-training aren’t exactly stellar w/ good pop songs, either.

[4] Well, really, part of the reason I included this song is just so I had an excuse to listen to it, again.

“... in honor of the void.”

I’ve discovered, after a difficult period of mostly fruitless analysis [1], that when I love a song’s lyrics, I love those lyrics for two very particular reasons:

  1. because they use Proper Nouns;

  2. because they use dialogue in an interesting way.

(&, well, also, because they’re funny.)

To wit: [2]

A Dangerous Woman Up To A Point once said —
“I’ve never read ‘so-and-so’ so why mention him here, in this square
where culprits axe me, my dear.
Tried to enjoy myself at the Society Ball, really I did.
Froze on Union Street, it was springtime, I was just a kid lost in a map
of the stars others called ‘your eyes.’
It was a trap!
It was a good time!
It was a hard to realize! ...

Destroyer: Destroyer's Rubies

This is from Destroyer’s “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point,” from Destroyer’s Rubies, which album is quickly becoming my favorite of 2006, by the way. [3] There are so many fucking brilliant sounds & words on this album, & it just gets better for me every time I listen.

Listen to “A Dangerous Woman Up to a Point”.

[1] Read, sitting around on the couch on a Sunday afternoon, quite happily lazy.

[2] See also: the Fiery Furnaces.

[3] Prior to the release—but after the inevitable leaks—I wrote about “Rubies” (i.e., the song, not the album).

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