Idiot Son

Father, you know that I don't mean disrespect
But the house is winning
I don't want to be there when they collect
(Father) the gratis-riding days couldn't last
Smoking courtesy cigarettes and rolling up the tinted glass

You're smart enough to make the numbers appear
The way the shouts around the table want to hear
But when it's over and the life we know is done
What will you say to your idiot son?
What will you say to your idiot son?

I dreamed that I was being chased over ground
I was climbing over backyard fences on my way out of town
(I dreamed) but every place I came to was new
And my legs gave out as I cried out
"I don't think we can still get through."

And I saw real estate that I would not call land
And not a council seat would fail to understand
But on the day there's really nowhere left to run
What will you say to your idiot son?
What will you say to your idiot son?

Back to the same ol'grind, now that the Big 25 Rotten Songs are over, regardless of Zelmo's intermittent disappointment.  Although Beege tha Cookie Queen gave me a suggestion that may see the light of day, hideous though it may be.....

So, a Halloweenie zombie-stylee random musical spew.  13 cuz it seems appropriate, right?

33,000 items, 136 gigs of music, 89 days for days....

1.  Deee-pression, Loud Family.  In the 80s, Scott Miller led the criminally ignored band Game Theory through a number of power-pop Gems.  In the 90s, he changed the band's name to the Loud Family, and continued creating dense, catchy and lyrically complex music, to a tragically  deafening lack of success.  In the 00s, he has spent his time working as a programmer and raising a family, to our loss.  This was from one of the last albums the Loud Family made, Days for Days.  A masterpiece, and we saw them play for twenty five people at the Cactus Club.  Aimee Mann once covered one of his songs, Inverness, and complained that it contains 'like a zillion chords'.  The albums are available on iTunes and eMusic and at the LF web site, linked over on the side.

2.  Dance dance dance to the radio, M.O.T.O.  This guy used to incessantly spam the Mekons yahoo group, somewhere along the line I snagged a couple of his songs out of curiosity.  Pretty good, actually.  MOTO stands for Masters of The Obvious.

3.  Abernant 1984/85, The Mekons.  Old school one chord agitprop psycho country stomp from the Mekes.  Always makes for a good Friday.  Ever hear punk fiddle?  

4.  On the Bus Mall, The Decemberists.

5.  Sing Me Back Home, Edith Frost.  Another single from The Executioner's Last Songs.  Songs about " murder, mob law, and cruel, cruel punishment, with the intent of consigning them to the realm of myth, memory and history" Truly worthwhile set of comp records, search 'em out if you like alt/country at all.  Or even just helping them combat the death penalty.

6.  Feeling Better, Sugar.  Bob Mould is a noisy, noisy boy.  Sugar is well named, it's like Husker Du with a big pile of sugar on top.  Hard, fast, and distinctly hooky.  And that voice.  I've seen him solo with a twelve string and with a band.  Good, good, good both ways.

7.  Hop Frog, Lou Reed.  Lou is more inconsistent than the Mekes, and that's going pretty far.  I like this disc, the Raven, but I think Lou's been called a genius too many times and now he thinks he can poop a watery stream like this and call it a day.  Put in a little work, guy.  Call you a hop frog.  Sheesh.

8.  Stood in The Rain, The Four O'Clock Balloon.  Off a Yellow Pills comp I got somewhere.  Pretty power pop, which always goes down well.

9.  The Lady Lies, Genesis.  Pretty much the last myth-based Genesis song, from the late seventies.  Good music though.  Pretty lame lyrics.  Let Steve Hackett handle the fairy-tales, guys.

10.  All My Little Words, The Magnetic Fields.  Music For An Insufferable Music Snob.  Pretty love songs that don't make you sick.

11.  Go Speed Racer Go, Sponge.  Yes, that is the theme song to the cartoon.  "He's busy revving up the powerful Mach Five!"  Saturday Morning's Greatest Hits, done by alt-rock bands.  We all grew up on this crap.  Incidentally, the same album has the Violent Femmes doing Eep Opp Ork Ah-ah.

12.  Walking In L.A., Missing Persons.  80s hair.  The guitarist for this band was in Frank Zappa's band for a while, I think.

13.  Dogs Are Talking, The Angels.  Aussie band used to be called Angel City, but had to change their name for America.  They got sidelined as a pseudo- AC/DC, but are really more an alt-rock band.  Never got the big break, but their old album Dark Room was a fine piece of work.  Check out the fine mullet in that video.  Call it mulletse.

That's it; go and sin no more.  And NO worshipping golden livestock, 'kay?  You can tell I didn't skip anything because of that Lou Reed hairball in there.  

EDIT:  Tomorrow, pictures of kittehs, because I AM AWARE OF ALL INTERNET TRADITIONS!

Anyway, it's my birthday on Monday, but what I want the most can only happen on Tuesday. Go make it happen, OK?