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For those of us of a certain vintage, the BMG Music Club brings about certain fond memories.  Twelve CDs for the price of one, you say? Where do I sign up? Even with the inflated price of shipping and handling it costs another three dollars to “handle” a half-once disc? really?), it ended up being a great way to collect music – and lots of it.

So, it was with a tinge of nostalgia and sadness that I read this NPR article about the end of the BMG music service:

Dear Music Lover,
We’d like to tell you about some upcoming changes to your membership. BMG Music Service is being discontinued as of June 30, 2009.

Sigh.

I actually still had a BMG wishlist floating around my old Word documents.  Now, if I’m going to pick up 21 Singles from the Jesus and Mary Chain or Food & Liquor by Lupe Fiasco, I’m going to have to shell out retail.

I knew it was getting bad last week when the coach of Appalachian State University, who upset U of M in last year’s opening shocker, was talking smack about the Wolverines — and they weren’t even playing them this season.  Check out this quote from the App State coach after losing to LSU last weekend:

“They (LSU) are so athletic. It just wore on us,” Appalachian State coach Jerry Moore said. “They didn’t play like Michigan. They played like LSU.”

Ouch.

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The Olympics are about the bringing the world together in perfect harmony, right? Maybe that was just an old soda commercial.

I have definitely been enjoying these Olympic games — in fact, I might be watching too much. The other day, my daughter identified the Chinese flag without prompting. And she’s never studied flags or nations or anything of the sort in her five years of life. It must be from all the handball, fencing and table tennis I’ve been watching.

The Olympics are supposed to bring us together, to provide a literal playing field upon which nations can come together and forget their differences. And yet, as the headlines of reality remind us, nations still continue to sabre-rattle, posture, provoke and invade one another. Even within the games themselves, we are reminded — despite Visa’s best advertising efforts (“Go World,” to which we respond, “Go where?”) — that we still have a long way to go in understanding one another. A very long way.

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The New Yorker recently ran a cover featuring a cartoon of Senator Barack Obama and his wife Michelle that portrays them as anti-American terrorists. The New Yorker claims that it was drawn satirically, to make light of the ridiculous rumors surrounding Obama (e.g., he’s a Muslim, he’s a terrorist-sympathizer, etc.). Senator Obama’s camp has denounced the cover as “tasteless and offensive.”

I agree with one commenter whose opinion I read on a political blog — this cover fails because genuine satire should not require lengthy explanations. If, for example, the cartoonist had included an image of Rush Limbaugh or some similar extreme right-wing shouting head in the corner, and the main image as a thought bubble, then perhaps the message would be clear: anti-Obama pundits are spreading lies and fear about him and his family in order to further their agenda. Unfortunately, the New Yorker did not do anything like this, and the resulting message is far from clear.

I might have agreed with those who claim it is a tad paternalistic to suggest that the majority of Americans would not “get” the satire on the cover had I not heard a recent piece on NPR about voters who are supporting McCain mostly because they don’t like Obama. One of them insisted on repeating the tired email chain letter lie about Senator Obama being a secret Muslim and being raised in Muslim schools, even after the reporter told her that these were outright fabrications.

I suppose the New Yorker cover succeeds in garnering more publicity for them during this election season, but not much else.

I was hesitant to watch Last Comic Standing the other night because the Korean American woman made it to the semifinal round [update: apparently, the finals now – great] and her material is just awful. I was all excited to see her perform when the show first started, because Asian faces on television are so scarce. But now I wish she would just go away.

Her routine is like watching a six-year old Asian kid following around another Asian kid on the playground, yelling, “Me Chinese, me play joke” and “Why don’t you talk American good?” for three and half minutes, while all their non-Asian classmates watch, point and laugh. But less funny, if that’s even possible.

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Oh, CCM — what can we do with you?

When I received a recent catalogue from a local Christian bookstore, I was so frustrated when I saw this album cover from CCM vets Third Day for their new album, Revelations (seriously, you can ask my wife):

While I’ve had plenty of issues with their music in the past (it physically hurt me to hear them medley With or Without You with Your Love, Oh Lord — which, incidentally, I like as a worship song) I don’t doubt their sincerity. However, the cover of Revelations treads a bit too close to Radiohead’s Hail to the Thief album cover:

Sigh.

It’s one thing to accuse CCM of being derivative musically, but even the album art?

Apparently, I’m not the only one who noticed. Chief CCM grousers Patrol Mag vent their spleen on this very topic here and a few other bloggers notice this unfortunate phenomenon as well.

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To be fair, though, it seems like maybe Dinosaur Jr. stole their cover concept for their reunion album from an old school CCM band. See for yourself below:

… just doesn’t have quite the same ring as “shake it like a Polaroid picture,” does it?

Polaroid — whose name is indelibly linked with instant photographs — has left the film business. In addition to foiling the clever word-play of that Outkast single, this move has disappointed scores of enthusiasts nationwide. Perhaps it’s just nostalgia, but there’s something about the tactile, analogue feel of Polaroid snapshots. These photos, with their iconic built-in frame, were instantly recognizable, and evoke something you just can’t get from a 2.5 inch LCD screen.

This past week, we had begun to despair after searching Targets throughout America’s finest city to no avail in hopes of replacing our long-gone Polaroid camera. However, we managed to grab one of the last two cameras remaining at a local Walmart. The test photos we snapped of our daughter have that lovely old school feel they’re supposed to have.

While there are plenty of tutorials on how to make a Polaroid-type shot using Photoshop, it will never be quite the same as the real thing.