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Top 5

I realize my last post was quite somber, so I thought I’d try to come up with something less depressing. Not interesting, mind you, but less depressing.

Have you seen High Fidelity? No? What the hell is wrong with you? Here, you can borrow it. Just have it back sometime soon.

My Top Five All-Time Albums (in no particular order):

1. Counting Crows – August and Everything After. This was one of the first tapes I ever bought, circa 1993 or so. Amazingly, it’s still one of my all time favorites. With well written, talented instrumentals and Adam Duritz’s clear (if occasionally whiny) vocals, this is a truly soothing and relaxing album. It mixes well with the end of a long day and a drink. It’s an album that must be listened to all the way through, in order. It’s so well paced and “mooded” that flipping through can only detract from the experience.

Track four, “Perfect Blue Buildings”, could quite possibly be the most depressing song ever written.

2. The Ataris – So Long, Astoria. This is a fairly recent addition to my CD library, and I’m a little surprised that I included it. A truly great album becomes like an old friend: no many how times you’ve heard the same stories, you enjoy hearing them anyway. You’ll probably notice that most of the albums I’ve listed here are 90’s alternative. This isn’t just because I love 90’s alternative and dislike most of the generic rock that’s being churned out today. A really great album needs time to mellow in a CD case for a while. If I can pick it up year after year and enjoy it more than the first time I heard it, it’s got the staying potential to be a true favorite.

Despite this aging period I generally put my CDs through, So Long Astoria seems to have bypassed it and jumped straight into my favorites list. I don’t know how many times I’ve listened to this album since I bought it at the end of last year, but I’d guess somewhere in the twenties. It’s just that good. The lyrics are highly personal, intelligent, and really make me feel as though I have a window into the life of the writer. The backing instrumentals are driving melodic punk burning with energy. I can’t help but crank it every time I pop in this disk.

I do have one problem with this album, though… I’ve bought a couple of The Ataris earlier CDs, and they just don’t stack up to the quality of their latest offering. So Long Astoria ruined the rest of their discography for me.

3. Barenaked Ladies – Stunt. Yes, I like the Barenaked Ladies. I admit it. This album is just fun. With their pseudo-retro style (there’s at least one song that contains “ooh-la-la-la” in the chorus) and funny yet sometimes bitterly angry lyrics, this is an album I can listen to over and over again. For example, in “I’ll Be That Girl”:

If I had a gun, there’d be no tomorrow
If you will not have me as myself
Perhaps as someone else
Perhaps as you
I’ll be worth noticing

That’s right, it’s a song that deals with a guy so desperate to get a girl he wants to become her to get her to notice him. He also hates and wants to kill her.

The tone of the album varies widely from the pure fun of “Alcohol” to the somber song “Call and Answer,” but it’s another “experience” album–one that should be listened to start to finish as recorded.

4. Beck – Odelay. The musical equivalent of Seinfeld. Nothing, and I mean nothing about this album makes sense. Take these lyrics from “Devil’s Haircut:”

Love machines on the sympathy crutches
Discount orgies on the dropout buses
Hitching a ride with the bleeding noses
Coming to town with the brief case blues

Seriously, what the fuck does that mean? Anything? I think Beck has to be the laziest lyricists ever. I seriously doubt that his lyrics even make sense to him. At one point, I had a goal of doing enough drugs that Beck lyrics would actually make sense to me. (I never did it. I think I’d need rehab afterwards, assuming that it’s even possible.) I find there’s something almost hypnotic about this album. I can listen to it over and over again, not having any clue what it is that Beck is talking about, yet singing along at the top of my lungs anyway.

5. Radiohead – OK Computer. This is probably one that critics agree with me. Well, fuck critics. Very few of them actually evaluate works on their own merit, and prefer to instead compare works to obscure indie bands and long-forgotten solo works of other even more obscure artists. (Guess how much I like music critics. Go on, just guess.) I like this album because it’s creative, original, atmospheric, and genuinely interesting to listen to. Every time I hear it I discover some tiny touch that I’d missed on previous listenings.

Honorable mention:
Sugarcult – Start Static. While I love this album, I don’t know that it can stand the test of time. I’ve listened to it over and over, and I’m starting to get sick of it. Overall, though, this is a great album. Maybe if I ignore it for a few months I’ll be able to really enjoy it again.

Green Day – Dookie. This one was narrowly edged out of the top five by Beck, but it’s still a very influential album. My sister got it through the BMG Music Club, and found out she hated it. She gave it to me, and I fucking love it. It was my first punk CD, and more than that, it was the first real breakthrough punk album to become mainstream. If it hadn’t been for Green Day blazing the path for artists like Blink 182, we wouldn’t have the Warped Tour and Good Charlotte touring the country today.
Incidentally, I slashed my right pinky with a knife while attempting to whittle down a too-big-for-the-toaster-slot bagel this morning. I had to put a band-aid on it to stop the bleeding, and it’s making it difficult to type. You can attribute any typos I missed to that.

Stupid question of the day:
What’s more kick ass: robot pirates or space ninjas? Consider your answer carefully.

Follow Up

If you didn’t catch my last entry, In Memoriam, read that first.

[That entry was destroyed along with Diary-x. –ed.]

I went to Matt’s funeral today. It was a very moving ceremony. I’d only been to Catholic funerals before, and they’re pretty stodgy and impersonal. A priest reads a eulogy full of blanket statements intended to cover up the fact that he didn’t know the deceased, and no one else gets a chance to speak. I remember being angry at my grandfather’s funeral, because the priest kept calling him “Louis.” No one ever called him that.

Not this funeral. The minister gave a very eloquent and comforting eulogy, and then Matt’s brother came up and chokingly spoke about when they were kids, a couple funny stories about when they were hunting, about Matt trying to break up the fights between his older brother and sister and getting bumps on the head for his effort. Instead of being a plodding ceremony meaningless to most of the crowd, it was a reminder of who Matt had been and the lives he had touched. People laughed at the stories that were told, and there was nodding in the crowd as people spoke about him.

The only thing wrong with the ceremony were some of the people attending. There were guys that showed up wearing jeans and T-shirts. T-SHIRTS. At a FUNERAL. Granted, I doubt Matt would have cared–he was definitely a T-shirt and jeans kind of guy–but it seemed like a slap in the face to Matt’s grieving family. Their sloppy appearance seemed to say to me, “Yeah, I’m here… but your son’s/brother’s/nephew’s/grandson’s/uncle’s death didn’t mean enough for me to borrow a shirt and tie from my dad’s closet.” One guy even had his leather baseball cap on during the ceremony. I hadn’t even seen Matt since a chance run-in at a redneck bar two or three years ago, and I was debating whether or not I should wear a suit.

Overall, though, it was beautiful ceremony. I’m glad I went. I left immediately afterwards without talking to anyone. I didn’t know any of Matt’s family, and I had nothing to say to any of the rest of the people I used to know. Besides that, I didn’t trust my voice not to choke up or squeak if I tried to hold a conversation.

Despite not having seen Matt in years, I’m going to miss him. It’s nice to think that all the people that you’ve known in your life are still out there somewhere living their lives, learning, working, bitching, and growing. I guess it takes events like this one for people to realize that nothing lasts forever.

More Food

Well, operation Deplete Foodstores is under way once again. At the end of May, I’ll be moving out of my apartment, and :: sigh :: in with my parents.

This is only temporary. Hopefully, very temporary. I have to find a job before I get a place to live, because I hate commuting. I’m looking to work about fifteen minutes from where I live. Ideally, I’d like to be able to take my bike from home to work.

Whether this will happen or not has yet to be seen. I kind of doubt it will, but it’s nice to dream.

Anyway, I’m trying to eat everything I have stored in my cupboards so that I have a little less to pack up and move. Or throw away. (I always feel bad throwing away food.) I’ve already got a shitload of stuff that needs to be moved, and one less box would be a load off my mind.