Musical Musings… What Have The Aughts Wrought Us?

It’s an end-of-the-year-decade evaluation of the year decade that’s come before.  Long story short – there was nothing new.  

The only things left to hit the mainstream were the very things that were once thought taboo, which explains Jenna Jameson’s widespread fame (no pun intended), the common knowledge of cougars and MILF‘s, and the over-sexualization of the underaged (i.e. countdown-to-age-eighteen clocks for the Olson Twins, Hayden Panettiere, Miley Cyrus, etc). 

"If you like it, then you know it's got a ring to it..."

 

Gone are the days of truly independent filmmaking.  (And BTW, I didn’t ask for 3D films to be brought back.)  Hip-hop and rap break down barriers no more.  Television turned game shows into reality programming, but did little else except compartmentalize audiences between channels.  Everything has become corporatized to the point of homogenization.  

“So what have the Aughts wrought us?” 

Outside of the birth of a new medium boom of the Internet (known as the ol’ TripleDoubleU ’round hyeh), and the boon that was social networking (YouTube, Facebook, Friendster, et. al.), the web just offers another outlet for pre-existing formats. 

So what rose from the ashes of the Y2K bug?  One thing…

Auto-Tune

Although it technically was first heard in 1998, when Cher’s Believe* was torturing me via my alarm clock, while my face was smeared in a puddle of chunky pink Marguerita upchuck on my tiled bathroom floor (true story), it wasn’t until this decade that it took a foothold on almost everything on pop radio (list here). 

She suffers from a rare case of "moonstruck."

 

From Faith Hill’s The Way You Love Me in 2000 all the way up to (though not including) Jay Z’s D.O.A. (Death of Auto-Tune), the 00’s could be remembered as the Aughto-Tune Decade (clever!), although outta-tune, auto-crooner Kanye West would probably like to think the decade belonged solely to him. 

She suffers from a lack of attention.

 

My Prediction for the 10’s 
Since Lady Gaga is the Cher of now, and IMHO she’s actually quite talented… and not to say Cher wasn’t talented… I guess what I’m saying is… keep an eye on her.  She might set the next trend.  Or not.  Who do I look like, Phil Spector?  (Don’t answer that.) 

(SIDENOTE: I’m secretly rooting for Taylor Swift and her aw-shucksness to put the societal downward spiral on hold.) 

*Another early auto-tuner was Kid Rock’s Only God Knows Why (1998).  And it’s true – only God knows why Kid Rock hooked up with Pamela Anderson after finding out she had Hepatitis C.  Perhaps he confused it with the vitamin…

All I Want For Christmas Is… Parajet SkyCar – No, I Mean, BackJoy

I had a mystery that required solving (as all mysteries do) about a week ago.  The situation was this:

I had awakened in the middle of the night to witness an infomercial for a product that you sat on, and it was supposed to help your spine align properly.  I had no more to go on than that… well… that, and the website site that sounded something like BooYah.com.

I asked everyone around the office.  I Googled as fervently as I could.  I could not find anything about this thing you sit on for spine support.

That was until I stumbled upon the word “orthotic.”  And indeed, the product was like a shoe insert.  Very soon after I found it… BackJoy.

As Danny Glover once said, in his mid-20's, "I'm too young for this shit."

 My co-workers had me thinking I dreamed it, when it was truly a reality.  No longer would I be uncomfortable sitting on stools without backs at the bars – I could have BackJoy!  And that’s when it hit me.  I’d have to carry this thing around with me, wherever I went, because I’m sure my back would get used to it.

So then I settled upon wanting this.  It was love at first glance:

An older Danny Glover was overheard saying, "I'll take ten." (Because he's rich, you see.)

Parajet SkyCar – the flying auto!  A reality actually spawned in my dreams!  Oh, the places– wait, what’s that?  It glides?  With a parachute?

Just give me the BackJoy.  And make sure it comes with a carrying case…

All I Want For Christmas Is… One Of These Patrick Swayze T-Shirts

It’s that time of year again, when the bugging reaches an apex – What do you want for Christmas?  What do you want for Christmas?!

All right!  I’ll tell you.

For starters, I’d like either one of these t-shirts.  I only want one, because I don’t think I could pull off that level of irony more than once per laundry load.  (Click on each self-explained pic for the link to the site.)

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"Mommy, is there a Chippendale's in heaven?" "I hope so, sweetie. I hope so."

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"There are too many babies in the corner! Can anyone else help?"

The Sh– To Just Sh–ty… When Luke Wilson Met AT&T

"It's not like I was doing much else..."

Gather ’round, gather ’round, oh ye of the current Idiocracy… it’s time for a little history lesson.

Once upon a time, AT&T was The Shit.  Mostly, this was due to the fact it was The Only Shit out there, but allow me to quickly sum up the company’s roots:

  • 1878 – Once Alexander Graham Bell “invents” the telephone (it’s still debated whether or not he stole the patent from another), his business partners try to sell the rights to the telephone to Western Union.  They turn it down (the sale price was $100,000, or $2.2 million in today’s dollars).
  • 1879 – Instead, Bell’s partners start the Bell Telephone Company (which would go through several name changes in the early years).  They would ultimately purchase a portion of Western Union in 1881.
  • 1880AT&T Long Lines are put in place that provide long distance calling between New York and Chicago.  It was a separate entity from American Bell (the current name at that point), and it would ultimately purchase its parent company at the end of 1899.
  • 1913American Telephone & Telegraph (their full name) signs the Kingsbury Commitment with our government which allows them to keep a monopoly on the country’s phone system.  It stays pretty much in effect until 1984!

So to recap, Bell might have stolen credit for inventing the phone, Bell’s partners buy out a chunk of the company they tried to do business with previously, and the resulting company runs the show in America for over 100 years legally!  The Shit!

Nowadays, since getting further and further away from land lines, AT&T sucks.  Should my iPhone drop calls?  I don’t think so! Therefore, Just Shitty! (Personally, I blame the Cingular/SBC buyouts for this, but more on this in a second.)

Enter Luke Wilson, Owen’s younger brother.  A formerly shooting star that has since hit a speed bump (what would be the equivalent in space… an SBC satellite?), let’s check out his track record:

  • 1996Bottle Rocket
  • 1998Home Fries and Rushmore
  • 2000Charlie’s Angels
  • 2001Legally Blonde and The Royal Tenenbaums
  • 2002Old School, Charlie’s Angels: Full Throttle, and Legally Blonde 2
  • 2004Anchorman: The Legend of Ron Burgundy
  • 2005Idiocracy

Now are all of those hits?  No.  But they are all popular and some are my favorites (those underlined).  I would qualify his first ten years to AT&T’s first hundred… that is, he was The Shit, or at least on the path to fully encompassing it.

What happened that lead him to ultimately costar in a film with Jessica Simpson?  It certainly wasn’t Blonde Ambition blind ambition.  I’m calling it the Idiocracy Curse.  The film was supposed to be released in 2005, but it was pushed back and subsequently dumped into 130 theaters the following year, and onto DVD the next.  It has since achieved a cult status and is frighteningly prescient.  But since then, Luke Wilson hasn’t had a hit or even a near miss.  Does this make him Just Shitty?

Well, when SBC acquired AT&T in 2005 (the Idiocracy Curse!), they officially attained their Just Shitty status.

When did Luke Wilson attain his?

(Here’s to hoping both can attain their former glory, and my iPhone won’t drop anymore calls!)

Drunken Recollection… Saturday Night (Blake) Lively Wasn’t Awful

Here's Blake... not so lively, more so lazily resting

The lovely Blake Lively hosted Saturday Night Live this weekend, and pretty much given any chance, the writers threw her in a skimpy outfit that showed off her gams.  Sorry.  Sometimes when I’m tipsy, and I see a pretty lady, I get all roaring 20’s upinhere.

Anywhosaidwhat, the Gossip Girl star held her own, and performed unabashedly well.  But then again, after the train wreck that was January Jones, everyone looks better.

I’m not saying January Jones isn’t a looker… she was just a terrible host.  Heavens  to betsy!  I’ve put myself in quite a pickle.

There unfortunately weren’t any stand out skits for her.  This skit only has three stars on Hulu, but I thought it was one of the better bits.  Could be because I live in Michigan – home of the Insane Clown Posse and their fervent followers, the Juggalos.  The video of their documentary is below for comparison.

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BONUS SNL HIGHLIGHT

Coinkydink Or Coinkydonk? Does The (Lady’s) Name Make The (TV) Show?

Once upon a time in a nearby place, I had an epiphany.  Okay, it wasn’t so much of an epiphany as it was a drunk idea.  I thought:

Hey!  Dijoo ever notes how girls shows names flow pattern?

What that means is exactly what it says.  Television shows named after their female leads always give an indication as to what type of show that will be… without ever seeing the show.  Whether this is a Coinkydink (coincidence) or a Coinkydonk (on purpose) will be up to you.  Presenting the types:

1) The “Blank & Blank” Style

Cagney & Lacey & Hope & Faith & Kath & Kim & Hope & Gloria & Kate & Allie & Laverne & Shirley & (gasp) breathe

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In My Brain While Sleeping… Was It CostCo Or Sam’s Club? No, It Was Even Better

Where do dreams come from?  Are they subconscious remnants of the days events?  Are they connections to alternate realities?  Are are they just dreams of things you wish that could be?  Oh how I wish this place existed.

Rides, a food warehouse, Rue McClanahan, and a bear ice sculpture... that about sums it up!

It was the largest indoor extravaganza I’ve ever seen dreamed.  The group that I visited the establishment with immediately split into pairs or off on their own as soon as the doors opened.  As I traversed the expansive main aisle, shelves that would have towered over buildings.  Imagine being inside of a Christmas tree.  Imagine Las Vegas in a warehouse.  That was this place.  Anything and everything you could want to buy was within (or just out of) your reach.

As I ambled about, I stumbled into a live trivia game show in the style of Who Wants To Be a Millionaire hosted by none other than the last living Golden Girl, Blanche Devereaux herself, Rue McClanahan.  I participated for a while, until the sound of striking pins was audible in the distance.

In search of the growing cacophony of mechanical wonders and games, I passed a giant ice sculpture of a polar bear.  There was a nameplate, but I didn’t bother reading it at that point.

I headed toward the festival atmosphere, where a rollercoaster, a disco dance floor, a pool hall, a bowling alley, a roller rink, and an arcade all intertwined without any walls or ceilings but those of the warehouse.  I got lost in the glory for so long, that as the day broke through the high windows, I made my way back to the ice sculpture.  The night hold taken its toll, and most of what remained was an icy lump and a fountain puddle.

It was then I finally read the plaque:

INGREDIENTS: Cottage cheese and Mountain Dew… gross.

JusWondering… Who Would You Pay $75 To Ask One Question?

 

He's so irreverent!

Director Kevin Smith recently announced he was returning to Detroit for one of his Q&A fests, and tickets in “the good seats” are going for $75.  This increases the chance that you can actually A one Q, but is $75 worth it?  On a lucky day, you might be able to get Smith to respond to an inquiry on Twitter, and that’s free.  Besides, would I even have a question that wouldn’t be embarrassing to ask?

My wondering:

Mr. Smith, do you consider yourself a capable director?  Like, could you ever direct a high-minded, genre piece, worthy of an Academy Award nomination?  (SIDENOTE: I threw in the filler word “like” to simulate a Pulitzer Prize nomination worthy question… y’know, to like make it real.)

This got me wondering… who else would I pay $75 to ask a question?

Barack Obama, Steven Spielberg, George W. BushGeorge Lucas?

Sure.  Each one of them would get a humdinger of a wringer”, but who would I pay more than $75 to get to the bottom of things?  Probably just one:

 

She's so irreverent...

My one-part quiz:

Ms. Fey, can I write for your show?  Here’s a sample of my ability, and it happened In My Brain While Sleeping

 

*Here’s the others:

  • President Obama, do you believe in the Prime Directive?  Is that dictating your actions?
  • Mr. Spielberg, just why?  A refrigerator?  An army of monkeys?  Seriously!
  • President Bush, wanna play some Frogger?
  • Mr. Lucas… will there be Episodes VII through IX, as they could save Star Wars?  Otherwise, fuck you.

Christmas Gift Ideas For Your Loser Family

To begin… these aren’t special deals.  These are suggestions I’ve hand-picked for you.  I’ve categorized them into groups for those hard-to-buy-for loved ones.  A lot of them happen to be USB products.  Go figure.  (Click each image for more information.)

FOR GRANDMA:

Grandma collects good luck trolls and loves cats, so why not get her one of these!  (Possible setback: Grandma doesn’t have a computer… hey, there’s another gift idea on the house!)

Yoda blushes when his lightsaber glows! Wait, that sounds NSFW...

Transforms your jump drive into a cat!

FOR GOTH SISTER:

She hates almost everything… except cigarettes and ironic murder!

When Texting & Driving meets Smoking & Typing...

Even unicorns hate mimes...

FOR ANNOYING KID BROTHER:

Known for liking gross things and dumb things, you can’t go wrong with these!

Saves the mess of squeezing a real frog.

This ain't your daddy's Pet Rock! It has a USB cord!

FOR PERVERTED UNCLE:

I’d suggest having these delivered to his house.

She gyrates whether or not there's any porn surfing.

I'm not here to judge. Only to provide ideas.

FOR DOUCHEBAG BROTHER AND MASSEN-GIRL SISTER:

Oh brother… oh sister…

Leave your guitar at home and play Maroon 5 songs on this shirt!

Perfect for when girls go wild!

FOR DAD:

Dad thinks he’s funny.  I mean, he maybe once was, but times change.  Time to change his towel:

FOR MOM:

Mom would like to be funny as well.  This might provide her the chance to freak everyone out.  Maybe.

FOR GRANDPA:

He’s classy.  He maybe fought in a war or two.  He married your grandma and stuck around as the above brood grew.  Get him this:

It's understated, and upside-down.

I Am Thankful For… Pink Hair

Today is the day before the big T-Day, and what better way to celebrate than by thanking the universe for pink hair.  (I was going to sing the praises of open soda fountains in fast food joints, but faint rouge follicles FTW.)

It doesn’t matter if the puce  a wig, dyed, or animated, pink is a winner.  Now presenting three solid examples:

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Also known as The Mercury Girl (click image for commercial), Jill Wagner gets the mercury rising.

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Natalie Portman is Closer to a rapper than the singer Pink ever was (click image for proof).

Erin+Esurance

My insurance policy on how much pink hair rules (click image for more thoughts on Erin Esurance).

Not a chance this is better than pink hair (but if there happened to be Mountain Dew)...