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Christmas After-Action Report

Things went well, if boring (as was to be expected). I got some decent loot, and some truly, truly excellent loot. I didn't get any cookbooks, or loads of CDs. I only got one DVD -- "Adaptation", which is good. It's a great movie. And I only got one CD -- "Pet Sounds" by The Beach Boys.

Holy, holy crap.

I know perfectly well I'm not where I should be.
I've been very aware you've been patient with me.

How the hell did Brian get into my head in that song? He was 23 when he wrote this album. 23!

One thing that has always bugged be about Brian Wilson's arrangements is that he doesn't seem to make them as "big" as he could have. He doesn't crescendo as big as I would have. This cat played the production booth like an instrument, and he still could have made things HUGE. Of course, he's purely pop, and that's a wonderful thing. There is not a damned thing wrong with pop music. To have the balls to do something purely pop in the rock era is fantastic. But, take the final crescendo in "Good Vibrations", right before the chorus/outro. I want to be knocked off of my feet. I want to be absolutely unable to contain myself during the end of that song. Very few people have seen me lose my shit at a concert, but I keep rhythm with my whole body. I smack my chest and thighs to keep the beat, I close my eyes and look down at my feet, nodding in time as I jump up and down, I look like a damned fool, but it's all worth it to feel something. Shit was lost at They Might Be Giants, and shit was lost at Pixies. I imagine that if I saw "Smile" peformed live, I would lose my shit.

I don't know if I can properly express what rocknroll really means to me. If it was good enough for John Lennon, it's good enough for me. I'm fortunate in the fact that I don't have any friends in shitty bands. It's not like I'm turning a blind eye, either. The bands of my friends are truly good. Some of them are even great.

K. I'm out of words. P'raps there will be more later.
posted by Grant Bennett at 12:53 AM