Tuesday, January 16, 2007

2 A.M. and Thinking About Music and Radio



He used to drive me nuts with his NPR and his classical music. When I'd get a ride to school from a friend, I was guaranteed to hear some Dio or some Aerosmith. But when my step-dad drove me, there was no way around it. It would be an All Things Considered kind of morning on the radio of the family car.

Once, I negotiated what I thought was a pretty fair deal with him. We'd take turns with the radio while we drove around Franklin running various errands. This seemed like a good idea at the time. What I didn't count on was my three minute and change rocker was always dwarfed in length by whatever 20-minute classical piece that followed down there at the left end of the dial.

There's no mystery where I'm going with this. Here I am in my thirties with a teenage son and the poor country music loving guy puts up with the same crap that I did way back when. It's not just classical and talk radio for me, but even the rock I love ain't much like the rock he knows. He tolerates and I suspect he knows that he'll be telling the same story in a decade or two.

For more months than I care to remember, I've been without a car stereo. It wasn't all that great a stereo to begin with - the volume would drop down to the most shy and polite of whispers from time to time (Black Flag at the quietest of levels just kind of misses the point) - and the CD player would play some CD-Rs but not all CD-Rs. But a car stereo it was. And then one night, it just gave out. I recruited a coworker to take a look at it (car stereos were his specialty, reliability was not). He pulled it out and played with some of the wires and said he'd get some tools and finish fixing it later. That never happened and I was stuck with a radio that kept sliding out of its pocket and hitting my stick shift whenever I'd accelerate or climb a hill.

One night in frustration, I just yanked the thing out and tossed it into the abyss otherwise known as my back seat. With no replacement in the immediate plans, I continue to make my drives in silence. My iPod accompanies me but I don't listen to it while I drive. That's for the break room and the workplace gym. On the rare occasion that I am early for work, I just lean my seat back and listen to it in the parking lot - sometimes music, but mostly NPR podcasts. Now if I could get Vanderbilt's WRVU shows into my iTunes, things would be about as close to perfect as possible...for a music lover without a car stereo.

Sunday, January 14, 2007

Local Artist In New York Times

I read a nice blurb on Nashville-based Cortney Tidwell in today's New York Times.
Ms. Tidwell follows the idea of pop music as a slow, unfolding, abstract dream... more>> (scroll to the bottom)
I listened to some of her songs on her myspace page. Nice stuff, indeed.

Everyone's A Critic

"Decent blog, Dad. I give it 'one pigtail up.'"

Shadows And Light And Elvis Presley

Saturday, January 13, 2007

Michael Brecker, Grammy Winning Sax Player, Died Today

Six months ago, I wrote that Michael Brecker was diagnosed with myelodysplastic syndrome.

Sadly, he passed away today from leukemia.

His website: MichaelBrecker.com

My condolences to his family.

What Say Olbermann?

This Really Feels Like The Super Bowl For Me

I knew I was excited for this game between the Colts and the Ravens, but didn't know I was this excited.

Seeing a packed M & T Stadium crowd cheer for former Titan Steve McNair is just thrilling. I'm freaking giddy.

(I'm supposed to be doing my part by wearing my McNair jersey while watching the game. It's in my locker at work. Dang.)

[Edit to add: The jersey is not in my locker after all. It's in the washing machine. Had I known, I would have worn it dirty.]

6:20 P.M. - With only six minutes left in this ballgame, it is really feeling like the Titans/Rams Super Bowl matchup from the '99 season. McNair's Ravens are down by six and have held the high scoring Colts to only four field goals so far. They are doing all that they can to get some more points on the board, but you can't help but feel that Manning, like Warner in that Super Bowl before, will finally make that one big throw in the final minutes when it counts the most.

The drama continues...

6:35 P.M. - Seconds left and the Colts prevail, 15-6, an exciting game of only field goals. Congrats to the team that I was not rooting for. Whatever. My Steve McNair jersey is dry now.

Friday, January 12, 2007

One Way To The Future

Officer: Didn't you see the arrows?
Driver: Heck, officer. I didn't even see the Indians.

As further proof that being a three year old in 2007 is so very different than being a three year old in 1973 (me), my younger son and I had the following exchange today while walking through a parking garage:
Him: What's that, Daddy?
Me: That's an arrow. It's painted on the ground so that the cars know which way to go.
Him: Oh, that's right. An arrow. An arrow is for clicking.
Me (smiling): Yes. I suppose it is.

Updates on the Reported Misery


All is well here. (Wow! Big change from title to first sentence, huh?)

The No Go Car was towed to a dealership where I once worked and the damage was much less significant than previously suspected. Alternator is fine. Fuel pump is fine. Just a battery cable gone bad. To the tune of $80 plus labor mind you, but any trip to the dealership that only sets me back a C-note is good enough for me.

We'll pick up the car today but not before taking this blogger to the headache doctor. I'm hoping that he does more than prescribe some really strong Excedrin. I want to really get to this pain and let it know that it's not welcome in my noggin. As far as doctors go, I really like this guy. It's been reported that most doctors can only afford to spend about 12 minutes with each patient. So it's just some quick questions, a prescription scribbled out, and off they go. The first time I made an appointment with him, I kept that tidbit in mind and timed my visit. He was very interested in what I had to say and asked me a lot of questions. Many times during my exam, I wrongly guessed that he was wrapping up and on his way out, but he would ruminate on topics related to my concerns and was totally engaged in me as his patient.

Anyway, I look forward to checking my head and retrieving my car today. I don't go back to work until Monday so I will have ample opportunity to bond with the crumb-snatchers at home this weekend. Here's hoping for nice weather. We need some outdoors time for a change.

Before I go, a quick public thank you to my ride to and from work yesterday. I usually drive her home from work so she was happy to return the favor and be my ride when I needed one. Except she doesn't own a car and was driving a friend's car while that friend was out of town. And she doesn't like to drive so even though she came over to pick me up, I was the one doing the driving. So I'm not sure technically if I can call her my ride. She was more my car-bringer-over. Regardless, I'm grateful to my favorite Finn for her friendship and support.

Out the door.

Hold On

from "Hold On" by Tom Waits:

Well, he gave her a dimestore watch
And a ring made from a spoon
Everyone’s looking for someone to blame
When you share my bed, you share my name
Well, go ahead and call the cops
You don’t meet nice girls in coffee shops
She said, ‘Baby, I still love you’
Sometimes there’s nothin’ left to do

What Spunn Ideas?

Webbspun Ideas - The blog's author is one of Nashville's best ambassadors. He's got great civic pride and a well documented love for our local eateries - from diners to five star restaurants. Most of all, I check in daily for his excellent photography. Dude's got an eye for the perfect shot.

Wednesday, January 10, 2007

Apply Within

Drudgery and auto maintenance abound. Dollars are few but dreams are high. I'd do just about anything for a view like this right about now.

I wonder if there are any grants out there for wannabe writers.
  • Must write 3,000 words a day.
  • Must stay at the Hotel Chelsea in NYC.
  • Requires writer to punch no clock or drive any bus.
  • Pay is generous, indeed.
Keep your eyes out for me. I'd apply in a heartbeat.

I've Got The No Go Car Blues


The day started out nicely enough.

Scratch that. The kiddos were whiny this morning, but I got them out the door and on their way to school with mom and I headed back inside for a few more hours of sleep. Minutes into Part Two of my slumber, I got a call from my wife that something was left behind and could I bring it by. Sure thing. I can always sleep later. Upon leaving the apartment, I decide to kill two birds with one stone and drop my dog off at the vet first.

Dog is dropped off, pleasant conversation exchanged with lady at reception desk, and I am on my way out the door to bring forgotten item to my wife.

Car won't start. F*#k.

It's probably the alternator. I can get a deal on a good one at DW Honda. Just shy of $200 plus towing and labor. I took a cab back home and will go in to work late today when my wife gets home.

The plan: Wait for her to get home, jump it, and limp it back to the apartment, and take her van to work tonight? Go ahead and tow it to DW now? Decision time awaits.

So, I'll be late for work today, and maybe tomorrow. My doctor's appointment is Friday at 3:00. I may have to reschedule and hope for no more headaches for a while. Better stock up on Excedrin tonight.

Also bouncing around my brain: I own two Hondas. They are otherwise good cars but with a lot of miles on them.
  1. The Accord wagon that wouldn't start today.
  2. A Civic that I love but haven't started since I bought the Accord. (It sits at my mom's house and I have neglected the poor thing.)
At this point, I really wonder if I could get a brand new scooter (Vespa maybe?) by trading both cars. I could handle some small payments especially with that famously good gas mileage. I could stand the chilly drives in this moderate Nashville winter and I rarely take the interstate anyway. My daily commute is only about six miles and the speed limit is 45 mph at the highest. My needs are not much. I just want dependability at a good price. Value.

[Edit: I just looked around the web for some typical prices. Even pre-owned seems to be a bit pricey for me. Back to fixing what I've got.]

I think I'll waste a dollar on a lottery ticket tonight...just in case.

I've Got The Worst Cephalalgia Right Now


I'm showing off. That's the medical term for a headache. I tend to get about two or three headaches a year. (My deepest sympathies to those of you who deal with them on a more routine basis.) I got a couple of them while on Christmas vacation and they just made me a bear to deal with. Loading up on pills seemed to help but the suspense of when the next one would hit remained.

Well, this morning was 2007's debut. And it knocked me on my ass. I crawled to the living room floor and kept the side of my head as hard against the floor as possible. Maybe the pressure would help? I'll try anything. Drugs and time conspired to put it behind me and I called my doctor. This Friday, I'll see him and we'll try to sort things out.

I'm remembering a Simpsons episode where Homer had an MRI or a CT scan and the doctors found an eraser lodged in his brain. They took it out and he suddenly found a wealth of high intelligence that had been blocked for so many years. Maybe that'll happen with me. They'll remove an eraser and I'll become the sharpest tool in the crayon box (or something like that). Good Will Hunting won't have a thing on me.

Realistically speaking, he'll probably just give me a prescription and send me on my way. Works for me. I'm just glad that we've long left the age of trepanning. That really had to smart.