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Monday, December 10, 2001
For those of you that don't know, my Dad is pretty much deaf. He has hearing aids in both ears. I think that with the aids in, he has 80% normal hearing. Been this way as long as I've known him. Actually longer. He had the measles when he was really young, and it knocked out his ears. So, he grew up reading lips and hearing mumbles. Talking about music with him is nearly useless, because, odds are, he hasn't heard (or wasn't able to hear) what you're talking about. And that, ladies and gentlemen, is what I call a shame.

I can't explain why music is so important to me. I haven't written much, and published even less (if you're curious, click on the Bongwater Taffy link -- that's me!). I almost always have to have music playing. My taste is all over the map. Right now, I'm listening to 'Girls' by Daniel Johnston. Earlier, I was listening to some Rancid, some Brian Wilson, some Rocket From The Crypt and a bunch of other stuff without quickneasy hyperlink action.

My favorite song of all time is "I Don't Like Mondays" by The Boomtown Rats. Odds are, you've not heard this song. Absolutely gorgeous, even if it is about a girl losing her mind in the UK and killing a bunch of children on a playground. "I don't like Mondays," was her reason for opening fire. At least, that's what she told the police. As far as the greatest production of all time, that belongs to "River Deep, Mountain High" by Ike and Tina Turner. Phil Spector did that one. Phil was absolutely amazing. Invented the "Wall of Sound". I want to be the next Phil Spector. Of course, that won't happen. Symphonic pop songs are no longer en vogue. Except for Belle & Sebastian. They're still on the chamber pop wave.

I like defining things. Chamber pop. Pop. Punk. Surf. Pop-punk. Rockabilly. Psychobilly. Real country. Bluegrass. Rocknroll. Things like that. I would probably do well as a librarian. I'd also like to be a rock historian. I'd like to have Greil Marcus's job. He's the closest I can come to thinking of what a rock historian is. That's gotta be an important job. If for no other reason than to let the kids today understand what rocknroll is, and what it isn't. To teach kids the reason why Kid Rock is cool, and Limp Bizkit isn't. To teach kids about Chuck Berry, and to teach the kids that Willie Nelson and Johnny Cash rock harder than just about anyone alive. To explain to them why the Brill Building wasn't a factory, to teach them that punk isn't dead, and that Blink 182 isn't punk. Someone's gotta take up that mantle, dammit!

Yeah. Talking to Dad about music might be frustrating, but, hey, he likes music, and so do I.

Man, this entry went nowhere in a hurry, didn't it?

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