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the usual friday night music stuff, Dr. Frank, an mp3 and wow this drink is strong

[a semi-drunken post that started out as one thing, got to be something else entirely and ended up as an ode to Dr. Frank]


Your CD collection may reveal more about you than you think.

If you really want to get to know someone, try rummaging through their CD collection. An study has proved that when it comes to judging a person's character, their favourite music is one of the most valuable clues....People who favour Madonna's Material Girl, for example, are likely to be cheerful, outgoing and reliable. They will probably consider themselves physically attractive as well. If on the other hand, someone prefers the Rolling Stones' Brown Sugar, they are likely to possess more of an inquiring mind, enjoy taking risks, and consider themselves to be pretty intelligent.

It took a bunch of psychologist from the University of Texas and 3500 people to get the same results that a Quizilla test would probably get you.


So, what would my collection say about me? That I'm schizophrenic, perhaps. Just a glance at my wall of CDs shows Aphex Twin, Brujeria, Tori Amos, Slayer, Propagandhi, KFMDM, Def Leppard, Flock of Seagulls, Jesus Christ Superstar soundtrack, Bill Nelson, etc. etc. No one specific genre. What I listen to, like many people, depends on my mood.

When you own as many CDs as I do (and I'm betting quite a few of you have just as many if not more), you would think that it would be hard to get tired of your selection. Fact is, I don't listen to more of the CDs than I do listen to. Things from old collections, past embarassments of taste, bands I gave up on - not to mention the zillion or so CDs we got for free when Justin worked in the music business.

Sure, once in a while I'll pull out something old, something that used to turn me on and I forgot all about (case in point, the God Lives Underwater CD I started listening to again), but generally, there's a basic set of CDs that stay in heavy rotation day in and day out, the ones I never get tired of, now matter how many times I slip them in the player.

Faith No More recordings notwithstanding (because you know by now they would all be included, maybe with the exception of Introduce Yourself, which is missing the all important ingredient of Mike Patton, but the Patton-less We Care a Lot would be included for songs like the title entry as well as Why Do You Bother and As the Worm Turns), a few of my choice CDs include discs by Smashing Pumpkins, Fear Factory, Stabbing Westward, Clutch, Danzig, Glassjaw, Incubus, Nick Cave, Radiohead, AFI...oh hell, I'll make the whole list later. That wasn't the point of this.

The point is this: all of my favorite, most playable albums, the ones that will always be on my playlist, have one thing in common: great songwriting. You might be saying, well, DUH! But that is not always the case with good songs. I mean, some Slayer and Anthrax songs have pretty sucky lyrics, but combined with the music, the songs come out pretty damn good. Conversely, of course, there are bands like Lagwagon that have pretty good lyrics, but the music just doesn't grab me. And then there's bands like Propagandhi where I like the music and I think they write pretty good songs, but they're for the most part pretty political and their politics run opposite to mine (though not all their songs have to deal with being a socialist liberal).

Anyhow, tonight I present to you the master of songwriting. You may know him and he may be blushing a bit when he reads this post, but his name is Dr. Frank. He has a great post up today about making music, and it's funny because when I read that post, I had taken out one of my all-time favorite CDs, one of those treasured always-playable discs, the kind that never grates on your nerves, the kind that makes you feel good all over. It was MTX's Revenge Is Sweet And So Are You. (The good Dr.'s band is MTX, if you din't already know from my mentioning that 600 times here).

If you've never heard MTX (which stands for Mr. T Experience) you are missing out, but don't fret because you will get a chance in just a few minutes. Honestly, such a sweet combination of lyrics and wonderful music is very hard to find. This particular CD alone (Revenge is Sweet, that is), is at once so sad and so happy that you don't exactly know what you feel when you hear the songs, all you know is that you do laugh or grin and you realize afterwards that you were actually laughing or grinning at yourself and the angst and tremor with which you pursued love.

If I'm not making much sense, that's because it's Friday and the night's first two drinks are already under the belt. So I'll stop talking/writing now and introduce you to my very favorite MTX song (which I'm pretty sure Dr. Frank won't mind me putting here, because after you hear it you're going to buy all the MTX and Dr. Frank records you can find and order Dr. Frank's Eight Little Songs as well) and that song is:

I Don't Need You Now (MP3)

Please check out the lyrics below. Read them along with the song. Money back guarantee.

[Oh, I bought Ken Layne's CD today and I picked up Dr. Frank's 8 Songs the other day and after reading this entry both of them may forbid me from reviewing their music. Ever.]

Yes, the lyrics:


There was a time when I thought I would die
everytime I thought of you. I'd cry
and think myself into a state
and drink myself to sleep too late.

But what was pulling us and me apart
was only breaking in my broken heart:
now it's controlled again, on hold again,
and more broken in than it's ever been.

So I don't need you now. I can't believe how I ever wondered how
I'd ever make it without you-- thinking about you, but I don't need you now.

There was a time when I thought I should try
to make myself hate you to get by.
It wasn't hard to do, to think of you
and all the things you put me through.
But now I've had some time to contemplate,
and I've discovered other things to hate.
There's still bitterness I can't resist,
but you're moving to the bottom of a pretty long list.

So I don't hate you now, and I don't even want to checkmate you now. I still don't like how much you don't want me to touch you, but I don't hate you now.

And if I'm crying, well what did you expect? I've been trying, but I still don't know how not to be a wreck.

And though I'm still aware you're still out there, still busy breaking someone's heart somewhere, and though to you it's nothing new, for once I've got no explaining to do.

Cause I don't know you now,
and I don't have anything to show you now,
except for all of these apologies
that I don't owe you now

[I once, when I was first divorced, sent the lyrics of this song to my ex-husband. I put these words:

But now I've had some time to contemplate,
and I've discovered other things to hate.
There's still bitterness I can't resist,
but you're moving to the bottom of a pretty long list.

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Comments

"It took a bunch of psychologist from the University of Texas and 3500 people to get the same results that a Quizilla test would probably get you."

What a great line. Unfortunately, probably true.

I call bullshit. I have 5 of the CDs listed. According the article, my owning 4 of those means I'm a liberal. Yeah, I was a liberal for a long weekend in '73 but that just shows what mixing 'shrooms and cough syrup will do to you.

What I did was feed all my CD's old and new into the computer along with all my mp3's, something over 3500 tracks and most of the time I just put it on shuffle. Sometimes I hear something I don't liek I just go to the next one. Sometimes I hear something new like some of the mp3's I downloaded for my dad, I tell you some of that Glenn Miller, Dorsey, ect. stuff is not bad.

Tiffany Eckhardt (Australian) is the best lyricist I've run across. (folk/blues)

http://rhhardin.home.mindspring.com/tifftalkabout.ra (424k) ``Talk about'' from Looking for Signs is my favorite I guess.
It's still up on the web from when I wanted to ask if it wasn't a barcarolle form in some music theory group. Nobody answered.

She writes about boyfriends from the girl's point of view, in her old stuff.

Love makes you dream everything extreme
You will be my only one and I will be your queen

Girl Guitar (1996) recorded in a laundromat for the acoustics, very hard to find.
Looking for Signs (1997)
Nino's Cafe (1999)
Leap of Faith (2001) apparently married, which changes her focus.

``Think about you'' in Nino's Cafe is to be compared with Sappho's description of the confusion
and comes out ahead.

I think about you
When I'm driving
down the road
you kissed me
goodbye
but it's alright.
I think about you
when I get home
I turn on the light
and put the kettle
on.

I think about you
when I get in the
shower
washing me down
and washing you
out.
I think about you
with I'm cooking
up my dinner
and I don't know
why
but still I wonder
if you'd like it.

I think about you
I think about you
everywhere
you're in my heart
now
you're in my head
and when I see you
again
I'll wrap myself around
you, yeah
you've got me to
believe in
love again.

I think about you
when I'm playing my
guitar
I turn up the volume
and play it really hard.
I think about you
and these words that I
write
I wonder if you'd like it
I
won-
der if you'd mind.

I think about you
when I'm out in the
garden
picking some flowers
and putting myself
back together again.
I think about you
when I look up at the
cloudy sky
there's tears in my
eyes
yeah, there's tears in
my eyes.

I think about you
when I'm lying in my
bed
I can feel you beside
me even when you're not
there.
I think about you
and the way that you
touch me
it's all too much
but I don't care.

http://rhhardin3.home.mindspring.com/tiffd9.ra (432k)

Here's Sappho on the same topic
A peer of the gods he seems to me, the man who sits over
against you face to face, listening to the sweet tones of
your voice and the loveliness of your laughing; it is this
that sets my heart fluttering in my breast. For if I gaze
on you but for a little while, I am no longer master of my
voice, and my tongue lies useless, and a delicate flame runs
over my skin. No more do I see with my eyes, and my ears are
filled with uproar. The sweat pours down me, I am all seized
with trembling, and I grow paler than the grass. My strength
fails me, and I seem little short of dying.

Eckhardt does it better.

One thing I do like about this typology is that, since Brown Sugar is the only thing there I actively like, I get "intelligent" as opposed to the Ode To Joy crowd's "consider themselves to be intelligent." I'm somewhat skeptical about the science corresponding to this distinction, but I'll take it...

I'm surprised there's no dippy Beatles thing...

Five of the selections indicate liberalism, and the remaining three have no partisan implications? So what do conservatives listen to?

I do consider myself to be more conservative than liberal, but you wouldn't be able to tell from my music, apart from a lack of opera and heavy metal. Back in 1975, one of my friends looked at my album collection and told me I had "packrat taste in music."

Michele, thanks very much for the kind words. And I am blushing a bit.

One thing the article doesn't mention is that what's missing from someone's record collection can tell you a lot, too. Not about the person whose collection it is, necessarily, but rather about the kind of person he/she used to date and broke up with around the time the records went missing.

So if there's no Sticky Fingers in my stack of records, it could mean, as the article says, that I am disagreeable, closed-minded, out of shape, unintelligent, inarticulate and sexually submissive. But it could also mean that there was some period of time since 1971 during which I had been dating a real firecracker.