Make Metallica Great Again

When I was younger, I was something of a metalhead. While I never cared for Iron Maiden or Megadeth, I did like Metallica. When I finished college, whether because I was that much older or because they had tuned that much lamer, or both, I quit listening to Metallica with frequency. I haven't bought anything from them since ...And Justice for All. Metallica just kept decaying, so I moved on.

Then I stumbled across this Photoshopped bit of fun: James Hetfield of Metallica with a Trump swoop and "Make Metallica Great Again,"  because they sure aren't now.

Antônio Carlos Jobim - Stone Flower

Over the past couple of weeks, I have begun studying Brazilian Portuguese with the help of Duolingo, a nifty free foreign language study site and tool. The iOS application is quite good. My interest in Portuguese stems from a friend who is an electrical engineering professor in Brazil. We talk regularly on Skype, and I've begun taking more of an interest in things Brazilian. I pay more attention to the little news I get out of Brazil. A book I read over the winter break made a reference to the Brazilian movie City of God, which was grim but interesting.

Then there is this fellow, sadly no longer alive, who turned out some amazing bossa nova, a genre he helped popularize.

Bob Log III Concert

A friend asked me a week or two back whether I would like to go see Bob Log III, a one-man band. I had never heard of the guy, but my friend picks interesting groups; he also sent some YouTube video links that entertained me.

An hour ago, we left Radio Radio, where the concert was sponsored by Sun King Brewing. The concert was a good time. The first opening band apparently played homemade instruments; the second, from Fort Wayne, Indiana, was bluesy but needlessly loud. Finally Bob walked out, playing, in his velvet suit with its sparkles, his sparkly helmet, and the phone hanging from its bubble face mask. Throughout his performance he kept up an occasionally unintelligible narrative. He seems to honestly enjoy interacting with the audience. Particularly amusing to me was his habit of hitting a bombastic drum machine loop when he changed things or walked off stage to stroll and strum.

I enjoyed getting a look at the setup after the show ended: right foot bass drum pedal, left foot pedal to strike an upturned cymbal with a star-shaped tambourine inside, and a two-pedal unit hooked to some drum machines.

The bar kept running the odd animated movie Fantastic Planet, which I hadn't seen for a very long time.

Kittikun.jp

Occasionally I search for new internet radio channels in iTunes, often seeking electronica that is repetitive but not distracting. Chilluminati is usually not bad, but it seems their streams drop with increasing frequency and some of their mixes seem designed solely to grate.

The other night I found Kittikun.jp, which bills itself as "Deep House, Tech House, Minimal, Techno." So far, that has worked for me. I rarely need to change the channel or volume. It is, as some say, a good deal.

By Music Shall They Know Ye

I recently read an article about music that defines a person. While I tend to view anything serving as quick-'n'-easy psychological profiles to be bunkum, it's still good fun. Thus my list for today, this moment:

  • First Bought: My first record was the 45 of Boston's "More Than a Feeling" but the first album was a collection of 1950s and 1960s novelty songs, which I ordered from the TV with my newspaper route earnings around age 12 or 13.
  • Always Dancing: I'm not big on dancing, so little comes to mind, but "Mighty Man" by Mungo Jerry is downright groovy.
  • Childhood: "The Raven" by Allan Parsons Project
  • Perfect Love Song: "That's My Weakness Now" by Ukulele Ike (Cliff Edwards)
  • Funeral Music: "Elegia" by New Order
  • Make you, you: "You Must Learn All Night Long" by Fantastic Plastic Machine, as it's Japanese and I've always been rather studious