#Crasstalk Movie Liveblog

Ok Crasstalkers.  Let’s EDIT:  GET DRUNK AND watch movies together.

We’ll figure out a date, maybe the second week opposite Book Club? and then agree on a movie to rent/stream/torrent/watch/drink/imbibe/partake together and liveblog the fun.

The movie can be artsy or foreign or a classic classic or a modern classic.  Leave your suggestions in the replies and we’ll get this party started.

The 10 Most Underrated Musical Instruments

Didn’t think we’d stoop so low as to use listicles to whore ourselves out for pageviews?

THINK AGAIN, CRAZY PERSON.

Personally, I love listicles. I love packing information in Top 10 List form. I want my medical history to be a listicle. I want my last will and testament to be delivered in listicle form to my descendants. So if you don’t like listicles and think they’re cheap and tacky… you can go enjoy yourself over at C-SPAN’s website or something.

So anyway, here are my Top 10 Most Underrated Musical Instruments. This is all very scientific, so don’t even try to argue with my findings.

1. The hi-hat

The hi-hat wasn’t even invented until the 1920s, which makes it among the youngest of all percussion instruments. The hi-hat is basically two cymbals mounted on a rod. A spring keeps the two cymbals pressed together until the drummer presses a foot pedal to lift the top cymbal. The hi-hat can make both an “open” hat and a “closed” hat sound.

Here’s Max Roach playing nothing but the hi-hat.



and here’s Buddy Rich….



2. The Hammond B3 Organ
The Hammond Organ was invented in the 30s and marketed to churches as a low-cost alternative to traditional pipe organs. The Hammond uses a system of tonewheels and electromagnetic pickups to make its sound and despite many, many, many attempts to copy its sound electronically, most purists feel there’s just no substitute for the sound of an authentic B3. The instrument is all over rock music, soul, jazz, blues… basically EVERYTHING made between about 1963 and 1980.

Here’s Billy Preston shredding on the B3…



3. The lap steel.
The lap steel is a type of guitar that’s played with a metal slide instead of having the strings pressed down onto the neck. According to Wikipedia, it may have been invented in 1885 when some guy started playing his guitar with a railroad spike, then a knife blade. I hope this is true, because that’s just badass. The lap steel is probably most associated with the country/western twang, but it’s also used in a lot of gospel, jazz, blues and rock.

Here’s Robert Randolph covering “Billie Jean”… on the lap steel… seriously.



4. The vibraphone.
I mentioned the vibraphone in my post about Roy Ayers. The vibraphone uses aluminum bars and electrically-powered resonator tubes to get is signature mellow sound. The thing I love the most about the vibes is that the act of actually playing the instrument is so expressive and physical. It’s just huge fun to watch.

Here’s “King of the Vibes” Lionel Hampton…



5. The steelpan.
The steelpan is sort of distantly related to a lot of other Afro-Caribbean percussion instruments but the modern steelpan really came about when it was invented in Trinidad in the late 40s using 55-gallon steel drums. Technically, the steelpan is not a drum but an idiophone, since it doesn’t have a membrane like a drum does. And although the steelpan is sort of lazily associated with tourist-friendly resort calypso, you really need to check out the huge Trinidadan steel bands to hear what it’s capable of.

Here’s a steel band perfroming at Trinidad’s carnival….



6. The harpsichord.
The piano really did make the harpsichord its bitch for the past few hundred years. It’s too bad, because the harpsichord, which plucks rather than strikes the tuned strings, is one of those instruments that instantly makes you feel like European royalty… either that or you’re about to be involved in some kind of creepy Eyes Wide Shut masquerade sex orgy.

Here’s Sonata in D minor by Domenico Scarlatti, played on a modern harpsichord (I have no idea whether this is considered good classical music or not, but my ears like it)…



7. The marimba.
The marimba is very similar to the vibraphone, except it’s not electrically amplified and it uses wood bars instead of aluminum ones. The instrument is probably based on much older African instruments, so it’s one of those truly primal sounds that humans have evolved alongside over centuries. I love that.

Here’s Brian Jones playing the marimba on “Under My Thumb” by the Stones…



8. The Minimoog.
The Minimoog is an analog synthesizer that was first released in 1970 (though the technology it uses is a bit older). The idea behind the Minimoog was to make a synthesizer that was portable, since early synths were basically the size of a fucking Volkswagen. Sun Ra and Keith Emerson were among the first to use Minimoogs on stage.

Here’s “Metropolis” by Kraftwerk…



9. The timbales.
Timbales are cuban drums that are tuned extremely high and placed up high so that the player stands while performing. They can be played ridiculously fast and it’s almost impossible to not want to dance when hearing timbales played. Why the hell don’t you see more non-latin musicians playing them? What a historically underutilized instrument!

Here’s “El Rey Del Timbal” Tito Puente performing with Sheila E (seriously, how fucking cool are these two?)…



10. The Jew’s harp.
The most politically-incorrect instrument name of all time? Maybe. Especially since, the Jew’s harp has absolutely nothing to do with the Jewish people. (It was probably invented in central Asia.) You can call it a “jaw harp” if you prefer. The Jew’s harp is also one of the world’s oldest musical instruments and definitely one of the weirdest-sounding. It’s a reed attached to a metal frame, which is then bit down on with the player’s teeth and plucked with the finger. I think I would injure myself playing this thing.

Here’s Roger Daltrey playing it at the very beginning of “Join Together” by The Who….


Book Club

A few of us have expressed interest in forming a cross/crasstalk book club.  While the logistics still need ironing out, the basic idea would be we all read the same title, and then have the option of discussing it online, or possibly with meet-ups in different cities.

Please let me know if you’re interested, or have any ideas.

EDIT – Also.  Can you let me know what type of literature you’re into? And if a month to finish a book is a good amount of time.

My fetish for cookware

After spending the last 6 years of my adult life using the Farberware my parents got for their wedding as my cookware I finally decided to by my own pots and pans. Morale at the Firm has been pretty low this year (we had layoffs last year and it wasn’t handled well) so they decided to throw money at us this Christmas to make us happy again. I decided spending some of that money on beautiful French copper pots & pans would ease the pain.

I was right. Good lord I love this cookware. Mauviel – hand made in France by the same family for 130 years – a brilliant copper sheen glowing in my cupboards.

I would probably have sex with it if that were physically possible.

Stay tuned for a regular cooking post featuring the best my kitchen has to offer!

Redemption at the Freaking Happiest Place on Earth

So, if you trudged through my rant from earlier this week, you know I had a crap day at Disney World. Boo-de-freaking-hoo. I know. Get over it, Ms. A.

But if you hung in with me and indulged my complaining, I wanted to reward you with a little feel good update: Friday was great. Perfect weather, fun day, wishes and dreams fulfilled. Little A’s highlight? Seeing me drenched on Splash Mountain: “Look at her – she is totally wet!  She got soaked!” She giggled so hard –  while trying to get other riders and park attendants to join in the hilarity – that other people started laughing, too. I guess when you are five, seeing your mother looking nonplussed and dripping wet is the height of comedy.  Too bad I couldn’t have fallen into the water while trying to exit the log, too. She would have been in heaven. We had one of those really great days that don’t happen often enough, but are all the more special for their rarity.  We left that night under the lights of Main Street, manufactured snow falling from the Florida sky, feeling like it was the happiest place on Earth.

An Open Letter To Motherfucking Humbugs

Cindy Lou Who

I’m going to go out on a limb here and guess you’re feeling pretty stressed out. You’re probably reading this and tracking some motherfucking holiday packages via UPS in another tab, drinking some cold-ass coffee, and hating life right now.
‘I hate the holidays’, you’ll tell your coworkers over some stale, store-bought cookies in the break room. You’ll probably spend some time fantasizing about missing your flight home and instead spending the weekend toward the bottom of a bottle of middle-shelf gin and watching Die Hard, wrapped in last year’s unfortunate Snuggie. I get it, man. I do.

But let me tell you something. The holidays? They’re fucking AWESOME. And you need to pull your head out of your ass and look around, because you’re missing out. Here’s why:

Lights and decorations and shit. Have you looked at these things lately? Not from the top of a rickety ladder you borrowed from the in-laws, clutching a staple gun and freezing your ass off. Go pile your annoying kids in the car, drive through the fucking Tim Horton’s and get yourself a peppermint hot cocoa, and drive through some big-ass festive neighborhoods. Appreciate the work that went into that shit. I don’t care if you have to pretend it’s Laser Floyd, take a minute and really look around. Your kids will probably like this, too.

Christmas carols. Bing Crosby is the man. I don’t care who you are, his rendition of White Christmas will have you shitting candy canes. Almost every version of Carol of the Bells is fucking metal, even sung by the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. And don’t even get me started on Vince Guaraldi’s A Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack. All that tree needed was a little love! Shit.

Presents. No, you greedy asshole – buying other people presents. Thoughtful presents. Sure, it’s great getting that brand-new fancy Betamax player or a swell pair of tropical-printed Jams, but the look on a kid’s face when they open up the lead-encrusted plastic cartoon gewgaw they so desperately coveted? Oh, it’ll melt your damn heart. Yes, even yours. Put down the clearance travel mug and try harder. Do it for love. Or, do it to one-up cocky old Aunt Maureen. I don’t care, but they will.

It’s a Wonderful Life. Hope you’ve got a full box of tissues, loser! This one never fails. Zuzu’s petals! Shit, I’m tearing up. I’m ok, I’m ok.

Hot motherfucking cocoa. I’m drinking one now, bitches, and it’s good.

Remember, if you’ve given this whole thing an honest try and you’re still grinchier than a Gosselin on a camping trip, there’s always New Year’s Eve. Take two Xanax, two bottles of champagne, one regrettable hookup, and a walk of shame, and call me in the morning.
There’s always next year.

Gordon Parks

Gordon Parks: Director, activist, poet, composer, author, musician, and photographer.  While Parks is well know in all of these genres, in my opinion his best work is in photography (okay, I haven’t actually seen Shaft, so I could be wrong).  Moving between different genres of photography, he really came into his own when he was accepted as a photographer for the FSA.  Here he created some of his most famous works and gained great popularity.  He is one of the first photographers to study racism, bringing this subject into the commercial art world. His portfolio includes portraits, fashion, Broadway, and photojournalism, specifically focusing in poverty and segregation.  No matter what the genre has the ability to capture a moment like very few photographers can.

Gawkerdating Missed Connection

It all started when I was walking around Iceland, minding my own business. Suddenly, a tall skinny guy with white hair and a funny foreign accent came up to me and complimented my lips. I was overwhelmed with our instant chemistry and so I kissed him! Right there in the street! On the lips!

Then we went back to his place (it was kinda weird and remote, just like him – swooooon!) and had silent but passionate sex. When I woke he was gone, but there was an email from him on my blackberry! He missed me! But he had to leave because apparently he’s bringing down the oligarchical New World Order, or something? I don’t know, he wasn’t really clear on that. It seems very hush-hush.

Anyway. I don’t really know where we stand now because I just saw him on tv from London. He seems busy these days. I didn’t get any emails at all from him for the last three weeks. Hopefully now that he’s out he’ll email me again, but like I said, he seems busy. I may fly to Sweden though and try to catch up with him there. I hear he may be going there for business.

Well, if you made it this far, thanks for reading. I’ll keep you posted, and wish me luck! I really like this guy, he seems like a keeper.

Love, Codename:Stabby