Most people close to me know that I'm frequently planning a concert trip. I've been to quite a few over the past 12 years or so. By my rough estimate, I've seen close to 300 concerts...and that's only counting festivals like Lollapalooza as one concert, as opposed to counting each of the 10 bands per day, over three days, as one concert each.
This year was a little lighter on the concert calendar for me; lack of finances, concert-going friends spread out over the country, and relocating for a new career really cut down on my live music experiences in 2011. However, these were the two memorable (and surprising) highlights of the year:
Runner-Up: The Strokes @ PJ20, Alpine Valley, September 3 & 4
The weather really zapped the crowd's energy at Pearl Jam's huge 20th anniversary party over Labor Day weekend, but pre-PJ warm-ups The Strokes may have stolen the show in my mind that weekend. Having had little exposure to The Strokes prior to this weekend, I wasn't sure what they were all about. I knew their front-man Julian Casablancas was a wild, chic rocker, and their first album, Is This It, was wildly acclaimed as an indie classic.
Their set (which was performed in an eerily similar manner both days) was energetic, well-played, and fast and furious. Casablancas proved himself to be the egotistical snot that I had read about, but his whiney, fake-British accented choruses stuck with me long after the shows. In fact, I find that to be the sign of a really good show: I go home and, up to several months later, I still need to listen to a given track because it cathartically (is that a word?) takes me back to the show. Several of their songs still do that, particularly "New York City Cops" and "Take It Or Leave It." I guess that was one benefit of not being entirely familiar with their catalog prior to seeing them live, which is often not the way I go into concerts.
Pearl Jam was the big deal of the weekend, but I think The Strokes may have stole the show in my mind.
Winner: De La Soul @ Summerfest's Potawatomi/Sprecher Stage, July 9
I had plans to go to this show with a friend who had to cancel. I struggled with the idea of skipping, or heading down solo. I'm glad I decided to trek to the lakefront on my own.
Some of my fond memories of this show hinge on the fact that I executed everything perfectly. When I go to Summerfest alone, I normally find a free street spot on the lower East Side somewhere (around Metro Market, or sometimes even in the Metro parking garage) and hoof it to the fairgrounds. This night was no different, and I jammed some of my favorite De La Soul oldies from my high school days while I hiked the few miles to Summerfest. I arrived at the stage at 10:05 p.m., five minutes after their scheduled start, to hear house music still on the PA; in typical rap group fashion, they were fashionably late.
That was the only rap cliche that De La Soul adhered to that evening, though. At 10:07, as I was settling into my stealth, elevated corner spot with a good view of the stage, the DJ started scratching and soon Plug 1 and Derwyn were telling everyone to put their hands in the air. And, no, not in a super cheesy way that can convince people to not put their hands in the air.
The beats were good -- De La never really let the show fall into a lull. Between a DJ scratching legit vinyl, a la true 80's hip-hop DJs, and De La Soul actually playing entire songs (as opposed to song snippets and medleys like other rap acts are often prone to do), the hour-long set really flew by. I had known a limited portion of De La's song selection since I only had their classic 3 Feet High And Rising, discovered through a friend from high school, but immediately acquired the rest of their discography upon returning home after the show. They did do "Ghetto Thang" from that album, and also "Ooh Ooh Ooh" from Buhloone Mindstate, which I knew because that song had been showcased on an episode of Entourage. Otherwise, after the show I discovered that they did most of their historical classics, including "Keepin' the Faith" and "Ring Ring Ring (Ha Ha Hey)" which have since become top-plays in my iTunes library.
The entire crowd was bumpin', which says a lot because at Summerfest, it's typical that one walks out disgusted with the audience. Such was not the case at the Potwat stage with De La Soul; it was an ass-shakin' throwndown that avoided typical rap concert cliches. I'd see De La again in a heartbeat.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Saturday, December 17, 2011
High school students are funny, Vol. 2
I got Rick-Rolled on Friday. Not really intentionally. A wise-ass junior walked into my study hall blaring "Never Gonna Give You Up" on his iPhone, all while singing and doing a little impromptu choreographed dance. It's pretty much been in my head since yesterday at noon.
But, that's not really what inspired this post. Getting to the bathroom can be a challenge between classes sometimes. It's a sacrifice. I can stay in my room and risk bladder explosion, or run to the bathroom during passing time and let the rapscallions alone in my room, doing who-knows-what to my computer and stereo, sticking pencils in the ceiling, and drawing inappropriate stick figures on my dry-erase board. In this case, it was a sacrifice that had to be made.
I entered the bathroom and luckily there was an open urinal, which, during passing time, is not always a luxury. (On a side-note, every time I walk into the bathroom, I half expect to witness a drug deal going down, or a poor freshman getting swirlied in the toilet. Luckily, neither of those things were happened, or have happened during this schoolyear. Yet.) As I was just about finished relieving myself, an anonymous student walked in and claimed the first stall. (I say anonymous because my back was to him, thus prohibiting me from learning his true identity.) He made it quite clear that his appearance in the bathroom was noted by singing loudly and humming. He locked the stall, loudly unzipped his pants, dropped trou, and occupied his throne, also rather loudly.
The bathroom was rather quiet at this point, and voices tend to project anyway since things echo in the lavatories. This student then proceeded to announce, "Ya'll ready for this?" and started beat-boxing the popular tune that often serves as a spark-plug for football fans across the nation.
As a teacher, my first inclination was, "Gross. You need an audience for this?" But then, as my inner-13-year-old took over, I couldn't help but contain my laugh to a simple grin. It was funny. It really was.
But, that's not really what inspired this post. Getting to the bathroom can be a challenge between classes sometimes. It's a sacrifice. I can stay in my room and risk bladder explosion, or run to the bathroom during passing time and let the rapscallions alone in my room, doing who-knows-what to my computer and stereo, sticking pencils in the ceiling, and drawing inappropriate stick figures on my dry-erase board. In this case, it was a sacrifice that had to be made.
I entered the bathroom and luckily there was an open urinal, which, during passing time, is not always a luxury. (On a side-note, every time I walk into the bathroom, I half expect to witness a drug deal going down, or a poor freshman getting swirlied in the toilet. Luckily, neither of those things were happened, or have happened during this schoolyear. Yet.) As I was just about finished relieving myself, an anonymous student walked in and claimed the first stall. (I say anonymous because my back was to him, thus prohibiting me from learning his true identity.) He made it quite clear that his appearance in the bathroom was noted by singing loudly and humming. He locked the stall, loudly unzipped his pants, dropped trou, and occupied his throne, also rather loudly.
The bathroom was rather quiet at this point, and voices tend to project anyway since things echo in the lavatories. This student then proceeded to announce, "Ya'll ready for this?" and started beat-boxing the popular tune that often serves as a spark-plug for football fans across the nation.
As a teacher, my first inclination was, "Gross. You need an audience for this?" But then, as my inner-13-year-old took over, I couldn't help but contain my laugh to a simple grin. It was funny. It really was.
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Getting ahead.
How does one get ahead in life? Every month my savings account goes DOWN in total amount. It should be going up. I know debt kills, but with a wage freeze for public sector employees, I'm literally watching my money supply shrink instead of grow. Forget Christmas presents...I'm just hoping I can pay my bills on a month-to-month basis once April rolls around. It's sad that I'm looking forward to the New Year for one major reason: a tax return. And for what? To pay down bills. Thank you very much, ass-hat douche-bag Scott ass-clown Walker. I hope you get a fat recall for Christmas.
In general, teaching is going well on a day-by-day basis. But thinking about any more than one day into the future makes me curl up in a ball in the corner with the shakes. The amount of planning, grading, and babysitting that one does as a high-school teacher is ridiculous given the reputation that teachers have among uneducated Republicans who think educators are overpaid and "only work 9 months out of the year." I've got no problem saying FUCK YOU to believers of this misconception.
Top 5 unrealistic things I'd like for Christmas:
5) An iPad. Seriously. It'd be nice for the classroom, at home, and everywhere in between. You might say, "Well, that's not really unrealistic." No, it is. I may be salaried, but I still live paycheck to paycheck just like I was working for a grocery store.
4) An entire unit, planned out, complete with lectures, hand-outs, assignments, and assessments. Just one unit, for one class.
3) A day off that I wouldn't have to plan for. I haven't taken a sick day because it's actually MORE work for me to stay home than it is to go to work sick or tired or generally unable to work that day. Class-by-class sub plans, rosters, instructions...shit, it's just easier to go in and be sick or miserable.
2) The ability to show anything I wanted in class. Students like South Park, rap music, and swearing. But I can't say a naughty word in class. So, YOU tell ME how I'm supposed to make this interesting for them.
1) A class filled with students who listen. I understand they don't care, but when I prepare a hand-out, explain it to them 3 times (to the tune of groans and sight of massive eye-rolling), play a review game, and drop the most obvious hints during the test, AND they still fail miserably, it's a tad bit discouraging.
In general, teaching is going well on a day-by-day basis. But thinking about any more than one day into the future makes me curl up in a ball in the corner with the shakes. The amount of planning, grading, and babysitting that one does as a high-school teacher is ridiculous given the reputation that teachers have among uneducated Republicans who think educators are overpaid and "only work 9 months out of the year." I've got no problem saying FUCK YOU to believers of this misconception.
Top 5 unrealistic things I'd like for Christmas:
5) An iPad. Seriously. It'd be nice for the classroom, at home, and everywhere in between. You might say, "Well, that's not really unrealistic." No, it is. I may be salaried, but I still live paycheck to paycheck just like I was working for a grocery store.
4) An entire unit, planned out, complete with lectures, hand-outs, assignments, and assessments. Just one unit, for one class.
3) A day off that I wouldn't have to plan for. I haven't taken a sick day because it's actually MORE work for me to stay home than it is to go to work sick or tired or generally unable to work that day. Class-by-class sub plans, rosters, instructions...shit, it's just easier to go in and be sick or miserable.
2) The ability to show anything I wanted in class. Students like South Park, rap music, and swearing. But I can't say a naughty word in class. So, YOU tell ME how I'm supposed to make this interesting for them.
1) A class filled with students who listen. I understand they don't care, but when I prepare a hand-out, explain it to them 3 times (to the tune of groans and sight of massive eye-rolling), play a review game, and drop the most obvious hints during the test, AND they still fail miserably, it's a tad bit discouraging.
Monday, November 28, 2011
High school students are funny, Vol. 1
I nearly lost my way to my poor old blog...I think about it often, but have little time or gumption to write.
If things are going right during my school day, I like to play music during passing times between classes. It's so funny to see students walk in and either groan at my choice (an affirmation that they at least know what it is), dance in unknowing approval, or ask me in their best parental voice, "What kind of music are you listening to?"
Last week I played "Natural Mystic" by Bob Marley before a freshman class of mine. Admittedly, it was kind of an experiment, as at least 3 or 4 students in that class frequently wear Bob Marley shirts. Those students walked in and eventually figured it out, mostly because of which, sadly, the only reggae they know is Bob Marley. But one student didn't quite get it at first.
"Who is this?" she asked, as she entered the classroom.
"Robert. Nesta. Marley." I said, slowly.
"WHO?" she asked again.
"Robert. Nesta. Marley." I repeated.
"Oh," she concluded as she confusedly took her seat.
(10 seconds later, a student from across the room asks:) "HEY, is this Bob Marley?"
"Yup," I said.
"Hey, you said this was Robert...Sherman...something," said the first girl.
"Robert Nesta Marley is what I said," I said.
"Who is that?" she said.
"That is Bob. Robert. Robert Marley, Bob Marley," I explained.
I think the light bulb went on.
But anyway, the next time you see a teenager with a Bob Marley shirt, or a Grateful Dead shirt, or any shirt that would make you think they listen to a band from outside of their generation, don't be fooled.
If things are going right during my school day, I like to play music during passing times between classes. It's so funny to see students walk in and either groan at my choice (an affirmation that they at least know what it is), dance in unknowing approval, or ask me in their best parental voice, "What kind of music are you listening to?"
Last week I played "Natural Mystic" by Bob Marley before a freshman class of mine. Admittedly, it was kind of an experiment, as at least 3 or 4 students in that class frequently wear Bob Marley shirts. Those students walked in and eventually figured it out, mostly because of which, sadly, the only reggae they know is Bob Marley. But one student didn't quite get it at first.
"Who is this?" she asked, as she entered the classroom.
"Robert. Nesta. Marley." I said, slowly.
"WHO?" she asked again.
"Robert. Nesta. Marley." I repeated.
"Oh," she concluded as she confusedly took her seat.
(10 seconds later, a student from across the room asks:) "HEY, is this Bob Marley?"
"Yup," I said.
"Hey, you said this was Robert...Sherman...something," said the first girl.
"Robert Nesta Marley is what I said," I said.
"Who is that?" she said.
"That is Bob. Robert. Robert Marley, Bob Marley," I explained.
I think the light bulb went on.
But anyway, the next time you see a teenager with a Bob Marley shirt, or a Grateful Dead shirt, or any shirt that would make you think they listen to a band from outside of their generation, don't be fooled.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Sunday Thought, #1
Isn't having a place kicker, and punter, kind of lame for a sport that otherwise encourages toughness and durability? I view this as the same thing as having the position of "all-time runner" in baseball. Ryan Braun hits the ball, then some Jamican speedster just zips out from behind the batter's box to second on a routine grounder to third. (I suppose that would actually be exciting...Ussain Bolt would definitely break records for inside-the-park home runs.)
But back to kickers...the new rule change (kicking off from the 35 instead of the 30) eliminates many exciting opportunities for touchdown returns and game-changing turnovers. It seems like all kickers have to do is kick the ball off of a tee from the 35 yard line, and a clutch field goal every now and then. The punter catches, drops, and kicks.
The position of full-time kicker and punter should be eliminated from the NFL. I'd love to see coaches' decisions on who would take the kickoff, or kick that game-winning 45-yard field goal as time expired. And how fun would it be to see Clay Matthews kicking away on 4th down? If it's a bad snap, the entire scenario is changed. I trust Clay Matthews with the ball on a botched play. I do not trust a punter.
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