One more metal tune before the end of the night. Doom metal, to be precise, a file from the metal cabinet that I rarely go near, much less open and enjoy what I find. In fact, I would go so far as to say it’s beyond tolerable to listen to, it’s actually enjoyable, which might be because they play in tempos other than a snail’s pace and a turtle’s pace. But really, it just goes to show that any genre and sub-genre can be done well as long as you’re willing to break from the stylistic norms and cultural demands.
Thanks go to: Metal Sucks for finding this awesome shit and Seventh Rule for giving the album away for free. Go team awesome!
It’s for my parents’ birthday. It’s the first cake I’ve ever made from scratch. I made a white chocolate cream cheese frosting to go with it, which I’d say was the most successful part of the cake. The rest of it was kind of a pain in the ass. Everything was going pretty well until I turned it out, lifted the pan and saw that nothing had come out. The cake was pretty firmly cemented to the bottom of the pan and clearly had no intention of moving, like an obese basset hound that has made it’s way onto a bean bag chair; you can poke and prod it all you want, but that thing has made it’s home there until it damn well wants to move. Fortunately, the other layer was baked in a pan with a removable bottom, which made prying the gooey loaf from the firm death grip of poorly lubed cake pans somewhat more manageable. Frosting was also a bit of a nightmare. The whole thing ended up looking like a collapsed lung.
But you know what? It’s cake, dammit. Even if it looked like a dead possum drenched in primer (which it kind of does), it would still taste fucking awesome. Which it does. So fuck your shit, cake pans.
Also, System of a Down = surprisingly good baking music when you’re hyped up on a ton of coffee.
I don’t know how this kind of statement would blow over with my jazz friends (and frankly I don’t really care, bunch of snobs that they are), but Chet Baker is my absolute favorite jazz vocalist. This is not honestly saying too much because I generally hate jazz vocals because they tend to be a showcase for how awesome the singer is rather than how good the song is (with I’m sure tons of exceptions, most notably Billie Holiday, to whom the following accolades also apply). This is why, try as I might, I really cannot dive into the Rat Pack. There’s just too much ego being thrown around.
Chet Baker avoids the majority of razzle dazzle singing typical of the singers who sing in the tradition of Ella Fitzgerald (not Ella herself, natch). His style is deliberate, labored, and precise, every word delivered with as much swagger as the last. Which of course makes him a terrific trumpeter, as he uses his instrument essentially as an extension of his voice.
So really, call it blasphemous, but Chet is my vocal hero, and this song is one of my favorites. Although I will admit that the album cover sucks. What kind of turtle neck is that? It looks like it’s slow ingesting his head.
Because when all the Republican evangelical Christians are gone, we can restart this country as a liberal, socialist paradise with free health care; full separation of church and state; dismantling of the gargantuan private sector and its evil influence over our government; the end of pointless decade-long wars in the Middle East, etc. etc.
This is by one of the heaviest bands in the universe, from the ashes of various bands such as Sleepytime Gorilla Museum, Pere Ubu, Sparklehorse, Battle of Mice, Elvis Costello, and They Might Be Giants, to name a few. Heavy “art rock”, but isn’t music supposed to be artsy? lol. whatever. This song makes me feel like I’m lost at sea, swaying with the waves. Scow by The Book of Knots