Wisdom
Monday, October 31st, 2005Better to have loved and died then to have loved and lived.
Better to have loved and died then to have loved and lived.
Is Bill O’Reilly now threatening people who do or might call his show with a dissenting opinion?
This is the one where…
…we get the Jolt version of Mike McCready. It’s appropriate, too, since we got a really long setlist.
Setlist
The setlist was indeed long, with 27 songs plus an improvisation, which at times seemed like it was going to go somewhere pretty cool, but ended up being quite average. We haven’t had a setlist this long since concert #54 in
Song changes
“Wishlist” ends with a slew of new lyrics in which Eddie wishes he was a radio song that they couldn’t make money off, which seems to me to be a contradiction in terms, and also wishes he was the President so he could figure out a way to end the war.
The band seems to be settling into a mode where, in order to build a song to a climax, they dial it down to a minimalistic groove for a minute or so before heading into the home stretch. They’ve always taken this approach with “Rearviewmirror.” Here they also do it with “Not For You,” where they hang on a country/western funk riff for a little while and they go to the well too often on “Blood,” which then ends in an uninspired “A
Banter
I was surprised that not even once did Eddie attempt to speak French to the Quebecois, not even a simple merci or au revoir to end the night. He seems to know he’s in a French-speaking land, though, because at one point he tells us that nobody in the band would ever order a “freedom fry,” which I don’t think fits since the Quebecois probably dislike the French as much as Americans do, despite their shared language.
We do get a long story in English about a mountain climber who, upon falling from a mountain and spending two days with his arm trapped under a boulder, broke his arm, cut it off with a jackknife, applied a tourniquet, and walked down the mountain. Eddie nominates the climber for Man of the Year, but says that Bush could still qualify this year if he “unselfishly cut his own head off to save the world from his wrath.”
Solos
The solos on this night were outstanding. On “Even Flow,” Mike delivers a clinic on guitar soloing and flat-out wails through the whole…freaking…song. It’s not just the solo that’s wire-to-wire freneticism, either, as he also brings a merciless ferocity to the little riffs that fill the space between Eddie’s lyrics.
“Rearviewmirror” and “Alive” stand out with great solos as well. Sticking with the spacey effects thing on “Rearviewmirror” finally pays off as we’re given a solo that would make Thurston Moore proud. “Alive”’s solo, near the end, sounds like a dentist is drilling on your eardrums…in a really good way, though.
Boom Gasper may be the world’s greatest rock keyboardist and he lays claim to that title in every show. More than technical proficiency, Boom shines in finding the best in each song and being able to gel with the rest of the band. Tonight he actually finds a funkiness in “Fuckin’ Up” by Neil Young, one of the straightest musicians on the planet.
Sound
This is one of the worst-sounding shows on the tour. Things sound tinny and muffled at the same time. This would have been a four- or five-lunchbox review if not for the awful sound.
Rating: 

Mix CD Candidates: “Even Flow,” “Rearviewmirror,” “Alive”
Gawd, I sure hope Bush can bounce back from all that unfortunate news he had this week. I wonder how Brad and Angelina are doing?
That may be the best four-game World Series ever. And I don’t mean that to damn with faint praise…these were four very good, very close games, all of which were just a hit or two away from going the other way. We could be 2-2, or even 4-0 Houston at this point without changing much.
Helluva Series.
Told ya Houston didn’t have a chance.
This is why it’s important.
Because the families in these pictures have lost somebody. Forever.
That’s why it’s important that we know how involved senior administration officials were in attempts to discredit Joseph Wilson. If anybody tells you that perjury isn’t a serious crime, remind them that they committed perjury in an investigation to determine to what extent the government attempted to knowingly deceive the American public and Congress into supporting a war…a war that was started under false pretenses and now has left 2,000 American soldiers and (many say) over 25,000 Iraqis dead.
Somewhere in the last 30 years, America forgot how horrible war is. I don’t know if it was when returning soldiers from Vietnam were spit upon and called baby-killers. I don’t know if it was the light Dan Rather shone on the glory of winning a just war along with his praise of America’s sacrifice in his The Greatest Generation. Maybe it was all the cinematic and gaming glorification of World War II that slowly eroded our horror and de-sensitized us to the death of our young soldiers. I know personally that the emphasis on the World Wars and complete ignorance of Vietnam in my high school classes led to a feeling of American rightness and invincibility. Maybe the widening income gap means that those with wealth (and thus power) see less death next door. I couldn’t tell you for sure why, when, or how it happened, but a large swath of the American public, including a much larger (percentage wise) swath of people inside the Beltway, have completely forgotten just how awful war is.
Bush talks a lot about honoring the sacrifices of these soldiers. He wants us to do it by “staying the course.” I want us to do it by internalizing and always remembering how horrible war is.
I’ve been doing this CD reviewing thing here for almost a year now, and I think I’ve figured out a recipe for enjoying a CD. My Baby thinks that if somebody else likes something, I’m bound to hate it. I now think that, in order to like something, I apparently have to write a scathing review of it, not publish the review, and continue to listen to the CD over the weekend.
Since I’ve still got dozens of CDs unlistened to, as well as two new birthday gifts, I’d like to get on with it. So let’s see how much of this I can salvage….
Worst. Cover art. Ever.
What do you think of when you think of Natalie Merchant? It’s her voice, right? In particular, it’s the fact that she has a distinctive nasality that she can activate to add emotional power to the climaxes of her songs. Well, I’m not that big a fan of it. It’s definitely musical, it just doesn’t do it for me.
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So I was surprised to like this CD as much as I did. I mean, I hate 10,000 Maniacs, and I did not like “Jealousy” from Tigerlily when it was on radio, so I had very low expectations about this. To be more specific, I was surprised to find three songs here that I loved and a handful of songs that I enjoy listening to while doing my Probability homework.
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My first review of this disc was basically the above with more negative comments about the eight non-mix CD candidates. I don’t really have a lot of interest in taking my new opinion and forming it into some overarching review. It’s my blog and I can get away with that. So let me just say the following.
I went through a similar opinion transformation with Sarah McLachlan this summer. It’s not surprising I would go through that again with Merchant. Show me a Natalie Merchant fan and I’ll show you a Sarah McLachlan fan.
Let me put it in probabilistic terms.
A – event a random CD collection has a Sarah McLachlan CD in it.
B – event a random CD collection has a Natalie Merchant CD in it.
P(B|A) ~ 1. Given event A, event B is highly probable. A and B have a high correlation. A and B are definitely not independent events.
Here’s to a CD jumping two lunchboxes in a weekend.
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