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Blue Angel, Red Hot

April 8th, 2008 · Blogs, Culture, LGBT, Music, New Wave

The folks over at Popdose have a nice feature up about Cyndi Lauper’s early rockabilly band, Blue Angel, including a few songs from the sole Blue Angel album in Mavis Pickles the Third format.

I love almost everything Ms. Lauper has done, but I have to say: the Blue Angel album is just transcendent and I truly think it’s the best thing she ever did. I’ve treasured my copy of it over the years, and like the writer of the Popdose piece, I’m mystified that it wasn’t a huge commercial breakthrough. Her voice is just scorching throughout, and those songs, those songs. Some of them — like “I Had a Love,” “I’m Gonna Be Strong,” and most especially “Anna Blue” — just haunt me with their musical grace and je ne sais quoi perfection.

I dearly wish there had been another Blue Angel album, or three, before Cyndi went on to delight us all with her solo career.

Anyway, if you’re never heard Blue Angel, head over there before those Mavis Pickles III links expire … they generally only last a few days.

Blue Angel

Meanwhile, I gots my tickets for the True Colors this summer, June 10 at the Chicago Theatre. Cyndi and The B-52’s on the same stage? They’re gonna have to hose me down.
 

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Schadenfreudian Hillarity

April 8th, 2008 · Blogs, Chicago, Comedy, Culture, Fringe, News, Performance, Politics, Video

In case you haven’t seen any of these yet, my pals at Schadenfreude (who I love despite the fact that they terrify me sometimes) are doing a good job of capturing the current logic of the Hillary campaign in video.

 
These are turning up all over Greater Blogistania and one of the other installments in this series even landed on the front page at Daily Kos. Way to go viral, Schadenfreudians.

 
You can watch the whole series here.
 

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Out of the Lightfoot Closet

April 7th, 2008 · Music, The Partly Dave Show

Gordon Lightfoot’s mindI just discovered that talented local singer-songwriter John Greenfield — who, by way of mentioning it, performed in the second-ever edition of The Partly Dave Show back in 2003 — has an eloquent writeup of a recent Gordon Lightfoot show in Waukegan over on Gaper’s Block.

I suppose I’ve been a Gordon Lightfoot fan since I was old enough to fall in love with Peter, Paul & Mary’s version of “Early Mornin’ Rain.” And I always loved “Wreck of The Edmund Fitzgerald.”

But sometime in the late 80s my sister taped me a copy of his If You Could Read My Mind album, and that’s when I really became a fan. Aside from its hummably ubiquitous, made-for-car-radio title track, that album in particular is just loaded with beautifully written, gracefully played songs like “Sit Down Young Stranger,” “Approaching Lavender,” “Minstrel of the Dawn,” “Poor Little Allison,” and “Cobwebs & Dust.”

Gordon Lightfoot is one of those artists you can get razzed a lot for liking if you’re impolitic enough to admit it in the wrong crowd, probably because he got lumped into that execrable “easy listening” category in the 70s, considered a half-step away from elevator music, rather than being understood as the venerable old folkie he is. And of course folk music itself doesn’t get the respect it should in a lot of quarters.

Well, fortunately, I’m old enough to no longer care how razzable any of the music I like is, because I’ve learned over time that whoever is razzing you usually has something so odious lurking in their own musical drawers that their critique is likely to dissolve in the early mornin’ rain once you turn the tables. Sort of the musical equivalent of picturing them in their underwear, a la Marcia Brady. (Come to think of it, I bet Marcia Brady liked a little Gordon Lightfoot now and again.)

As for Gord, he’s good as gold as far as I’m concerned.

In honor of the arrival of spring, I’ll leave you with some delicate floral notes:


 

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Freedom Is Slavery (Doubleplus for Iraqi Women)

April 6th, 2008 · Feminism, Foreign Policy, News, Peace, Politics

Newsweek on what life is like for women in Iraq in these days of the glorious surge:

The insurgents have been driven out of her southwest Baghdad neighborhood, but the 30-year-old shop assistant is still frightened. A year ago Al Qaeda in Iraq ruled the streets outside her home, and Mahdi Army militia units kept the area under relentless attack. Now the Iraqis who helped get rid of the killers are the ones who scare her. The Americans imposed order a few months ago by recruiting and paying local men to turn in the names of suspected jihadists. Similar armed groups have popped up all around the city. Each has its own bizarre rules; some threaten to kill women who don’t wear veils in public. The shop assistant is in mourning for her brother, who was killed last May, but she’s asking for trouble if she wears black more than three days running. According to the new enforcers in her neighborhood, anyone who dresses in mourning is committing blasphemy by questioning the will of God.

After years of trying without success to wrest Sunni areas from Qaeda control, U.S. ground commanders appear to have done it at last—but only by granting sweeping powers to sheiks and local leaders who can keep the peace. Now Iraq’s Sunni areas have been chopped into fragments, each one run by a different tribal ruler with different views on law and society.

… “We are becoming like Afghanistan was in the ’80s,” says Zainab Salbi, the Iraq-born founder and CEO of the activist group Women for Women International.

Saddam’s Iraq at least offered women the protection of enforced secularism; they were encouraged to study at universities and to pursue professional careers.

The women of Iraq are so very, very lucky that Bush and Cheney decided to liberate them.

Because that’s what war does: it sets people free.
 

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Andy White at the Celtic Knot, 3/30/08: Follow-Up

April 6th, 2008 · Chicago, Culture, Journal, Lit, Music, Performance, Reviews

Andy & DaveWell, the Andy White show I posted about last Sunday was lovely. It was a shockingly intimate setting, a cozy and beautifully decorated back room at the Celtic Knot where Andy played for a group of about 20 of us, and he was just as charming and entertaining as any Andy fan would expect.

He did a gorgeous atmospheric version of “Looking for James Joyce’s Grave” (his current guitar sound has just a shimmer of Daniel Lanois about it), and “Italian Girls on Mopeds” from his previous album, and a number of songs from his new album Garage Band (including “Samuel Beckett,” which is also about Oscar Wilde and Seamus Heaney), among other highlights.

Andy is originally from Belfast, and before he did his song “Religious Persuasion,” he said:
“The first time someone asked me if I were Catholic or Protestant I knew it was very important that I give the right answer. [Pause.] So I ran as fast as I could in the opposite direction.”

He had a little purple guitar he calls “Aubergine.” He allowed that us Yanks could call it “Eggplant” if we wanted to, but he prefers “Aubergine,” and I think I do, too.

He didn’t do “Punks Outside the Secret Police,” but you can’t have everything.

Between the sets and after the show we all got to chat with him. Andy signed CDs and I even got a photo with him. Bad mobile phone photo, but still. I gave Andy a copy of What the Sea Means, because I’m a dork like that, and Andy insisted I sign it for him, because he’s gracious like that. (He also said that last time he played Chicago two or three other people had given him books of poetry, and I said yeah, that sounds like the Chicago I live in.) And we talked a little about the Waterboys, and what a nice guy Mike Scott is and how good he is at the MySpace thing.

Also, I have to give major props to the Celtic Knot for being the only place I know of in the Chicago area that actually has Branston Pickle on the menu, so if you fancy a Ploughman — and you all know I do, sometimes — the Celtic Knot is the place to go. They do an amazing appetizer thing with mushrooms, too. And the staff are very nice and helpful.

Previously on Ocelopotamus:

 

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Shopping Cart Blanch

April 4th, 2008 · Food, Journal, News, Organic Food, Politics, The Economy, Stupid

WIN buttonI’m glad I’m not the only one who’s experiencing sticker shock over my grocery shopping bills.

Across the United States, consumers like Norris are finding that grocery shopping has become a sobering experience as their budgets fail to keep pace with food costs.

Reuters reporters visited Wal-Mart stores in Romeoville, Illinois, Secaucus, New Jersey and Santa Clarita, California, on the last day of March and the first day of April to find out how shoppers are navigating the food aisles when they have payday cash in their pockets.

Already squeezed by high gasoline prices, slumping home values, a weakening job market and the possibility that the U.S. economy is in a recession, consumers have adopted a no-nonsense approach to shopping, passing over a trip to Target or a local grocery store if they can find lower prices at Wal-Mart.

They are buying cheaper store-brand products, avoiding costly cuts of meat, consolidating trips, clipping coupons, constructing well-researched shopping lists and avoiding splurges to spend only the bare minimum.

… U.S. consumer food prices normally rise by about 2.5 percent annually, but they increased by 4 percent in 2007 — the biggest increase in 17 years, according to U.S. Agriculture Department data.

Prices continue to rise. A survey conducted by the American Farm Bureau Federation in February showed that in the beginning months of this year, the cost of 16 grocery items, including flour and cheddar cheese, was $45.03, up $3.42, or 8 percent, from the fourth quarter.

I personally won’t go near a Wal-Mart for any reason. But my groceries cost so much more these days that I’m buying a lot more generic and store brands than I used to.

I try to buy organic as much as I can, but it’s much harder than it was even a year ago. These days I’m actively memorizing and comparing prices between the Jewel, Whole Foods, and Trader Joe’s on any item they mutually carry, because it’s item-to-item on who’s got the lower price. (Yes, Whole Paycheck frequently has lower prices on certain natural foods items than Jewel does, believe it or not.)

And I am now even carrying coupons in my wallet and remembering to use them. That’s huge for me, people.

If something’s on sale and it’s off the shelf I remember to march up to the service desk and get a raincheck for it after I check out. Other people must be doing that, too, because Jewel just cut their raincheck policy from one year to 30 days.

And I do this thing now, before I make a meal: I calculate the cost of the components in my head to figure out how much it all costs before I prepare it. If it adds up to as much or as more as a restaurant meal — which sometimes it actually does — I rethink it.

Welcome to the new early 70s. I need a “Whip Inflation Now” button. Except I don’t think Jerry Ford — or any Republican — is likely to help us accomplish that particular goal while their party is busy planning our 100-year stay in Iraq.

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Andy White at the Celtic Knot

March 30th, 2008 · Culture, Music, News, Performance

Andy WhiteTonight, Sunday evening March 30th, one of my favorite less-well-known-than-he-ought-to-be performers is playing a no-cover live gig up in Evanston.

If you aren’t familiar with him — and most people I know aren’t — the best way I can describe Andy White is to say that if Jonathan Richman had been born an Irishman, he might have turned out like Andy White. He’s got this wonderfully loopy offbeat sense of humor, a terrific storytelling style, and a certain rough-around-the-edges charm that seems more punk rock than folk-rock in its immediacy and spontaneity, despite the fact that he’s often playing an acoustic guitar.

He writes songs about going on a quest to find James Joyce’s grave, or hanging around with a bunch of eastern European punk rockers outside the headquarters of the secret police. He even wrote a charming song in support of his teenage gay cousin, who had just come out at the time. ( “It took a video of Torch Song Trilogy to tell his mother/ and a letter fell out of a novel to tell his dad …” )

I got hooked on him in the mid-90s when he teamed up with my idol Tim Finn from Crowded House/Split Enz, and Liam from Hothouse Flowers, for a fun album of experimental (yet very hummable and gracefully executed) tomfoolery called ALT. A few years later, on my first trip to Ireland, I wound up scouring record shops in Dublin for Andy’s back catalog because most of it wasn’t available in the US at the time.

A few weeks ago I found Andy’s MySpace page, and sent him a message along with my friend request saying that I’ve been a big fan for years and always hoped I’d get to see him perform live one day.

Well, magic of the Internets and all, Andy wrote me right back to say he was just about to start a US tour of small clubs, and he’d be playing the Celtic Knot in Evanston on Sunday March 30. Small room, no cover charge.

Which is tonight. If by any chance you’re not doing anything this evening and you can make it up to the Celtic Knot, I think you’ll be glad you did.

Here’s the info:

Sunday, March 30th
Storytelling and Music in the Snug with ANDY WHITE
8PM-11PM, No Cover

Celtic Knot
626 Church St
Evanston, IL 60201
(847) 864-1679

And here’s Andy’s MySpace page, if you want to hear a few of his songs ahead of time.
 

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Death by Flirting

March 29th, 2008 · Comedy, Culture, Education, Hate Crimes, Human Rights, Journalism, LGBT, Media, News, TV

From Friday’s AP story on Lawrence King:

OXNARD, Calif. (AP) — Larry King was a gay eighth-grader who used to come to school in makeup, high heels and earrings. And when the other boys made fun of him, he would boldly tease them right back by flirting with them.

That may have been what got him killed.

No, that is not what got him killed. What got him killed was not his flirting, but the homophobic response of his classmates to that flirting.

It was the homophobic attitudes that our culture instills in children who are allowed to grow up believing they don’t know any gay people or have any gay family members. Who aren’t allowed to see men kiss each other on television or in movies. Who are aggressively sheltered from all such images by bigots who want to make sure the next generation grows up hating gay people just as much as they do.

Dear media: I know you’re on tight deadlines, but please be careful and take the time to assign blame to the correct party when you write these stories.

Here’s a handy clue: Very often, blame should be assigned to the person who did the shooting, rather than the person who got shot.

As has been observed by others before me, if women were to one day start killing anyone whose flirting they found unwelcome, there wouldn’t be a single heterosexual man left alive in America the next morning.

Related: You might also consider assigning blame to moronic talk show comedians who use homosexuality as an automatic punch line in their moronic nightly monologues, reinforcing the idea that homosexuality is inherently ridiculous. Jay Leno, I’m giving you my gayest look.

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Bookshelves vs. Blogging: Cage Match

March 2nd, 2008 · Books, Journal, Meta

bookshelfSo, on the one hand, I feel just awforrible that Ocelopotamus has gone so quiet … the latest two-week outage being just one bead on a five-month string of periods of woeful neglect. Poor kittyderm.

And I have all these wonderful links and jottings and things I’d like to post, if I can just find the time to cobble them into posts and mark them up in the WordPressery.

On the other hand, five months after my move I have finally managed to get started on the massive project of unpacking all my books. I’ve filled in one-point-five full-size bookcases this week and have some momentum going. Only 26 boxes of books left. Feel the whoooosh of it!

And it feels so wonderful to be releasing my books back into the wild. It’s like having my apartment suddenly fill up with old friends. It is a tremendous comfort to be able to look around and see them, and to know that if I am seized by the need to read a particular poem by Rilke or Yeats or Allen Ginsberg, or a passage by Annie Dillard or Ursula K. Le Guin or Gore Vidal, I can locate it and scratch the cerebral itch without having to spend half an hour rooting around through seven boxes.

I firmly believe that there is no more beautiful ornament for a home than a bookcase filled with books. (Well, unless the “books” are by Sean Hannity and Bill O’Reilly and things, in which case I truly believe you’re better off displaying porcelain figurines of sad-eyed clowns and children on potties.)

So here I am caught helplessly between these terrible competing priorities, squabbling over the random twenty-minute chunks of time I can steal from the pursuit of mammon.

I can go back into the room of books and liberate say, Dickens or Dunsany or Daniel Pinkwater from their cardboard confinement, but that requires leaving the poor faltering ocelopotamus on life support for yet another week or more, and hoping it can survive. I hear its labored breathing, the pitiful little sighs it gives out in its weakened slumber.

On the other hand, I can buckle down and do some heavy blogging, because let’s face it, the internets need my opinions on things like life after John Edwards and the forthcoming B-52’s album and my favorite teas and the weird sudden explosion of piñata-mania in popular culture. But all the time I’m sitting at my desk typing, I hear the tiny, heart-rending cries of the books yearning to be sprung from their packing-tape prison cells.

So, what do you guys think I should do? Bookshelves or blogging?

And “a little of both” is cheating, because my attention is already so fragmented that my brain is continually one click away from the blue screen of death.
 

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The ABC’s of Early 80’s Mo-Romance

February 15th, 2008 · Culture, Fiction, Film, LGBT, Lit, Music, New Wave, TV, Video

And now for something a little on the lighter side — and a nice follow-up to Valentine’s Day.

ABC’s “All of My Heart” + Brideshead Revisited = high school drama club heaven, circa 1982. Possibly the best combination since peanut butter and chocolate … the British horror of peanut butter notwithstanding.

(Note: This may not be safe for work, if you work somewhere uptight, due to a very quick shot of bare heinies on a rooftop.)

 
Remember, Brideshead Revisited was the Brokeback Mountain of the early 80s. Except English, and better dressed.
 

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Goodbye, Mr. Blue

February 9th, 2008 · Cats, Essays, Journal, Kiwi, Meta, Mr. Blue, Pet Food, Pets

Mr. BlueFor God’s sake, let us sit upon the ground
and tell sad stories of the death of cats …

— Shakespeare, Richard II
(if it had been about cats)

I come not to bury Mr. Blue, but to praise him.
— Shakespeare, Julius Caesar
(if it had been about Mr. Blue instead of J.C.)

… and our little life is rounded with a sleep.
— Shakespeare, The Tempest

 

The past two weeks have been momentously awful. Mr. Blue, one of my two feline companions, passed away a week ago Thursday. His death was unexpected and wrenching and it’s taken me a week to be able to write about it.

Mr. Blue was only three years and seven months old, and the loss of his outsize presence and personality has been destabilizing, to put it mildly. I work from home most of the time, and it’s just the three of us: Mr. Blue, his little adoptive brother Kiwi, and me, like the crew of a three-animal spaceship on a long journey.

Without Mr. Blue, Kiwi is lost and bewildered. He doesn’t understand how there came to be so much less cat around the apartment, so much less wrestle and play and chase, or what to do about it, or what to do with himself. He cries constantly, especially if I leave the room and he doesn’t know where I’ve gone. He grew up in a house with 300 cats, and then he came to live with me and Mr. Blue. He’s never been alone for hours at a time before.

As for me, I’m still wrecked a full week later. For the first few days after Mr. Blue died, I looked like I was wearing purple eyeshadow when I saw myself in the mirror. (Which is not a good look for me — even in the glory days of the Pansy Kings I usually just stuck to a little eyeliner and some blush.)

I think losing someone you love is a little like getting a waxing: You don’t truly understand how deep below the surface the roots go until you feel them pulled out all at once, forcefully and without mercy.

But wait. As the gay male equivalent of a crazy cat lady, I should probably offer the following disclaimer before we lose sight of the shore, if we haven’t already: There is a sort of person in the world who thinks that people like me overvalue our animal companions, and treat them too much like human beings, and should just sort of take a pill and get over it. If you’re that kind of person, you probably don’t read my blog anyway, or you stopped after the first paragraph of this. But if by any chance you’re still holding on, hoping for a spark of what you consider sanity, you’ll do best to flee for the exits now, because I don’t really have it in me to try to sound level-headed at this particular time.

Mr. Blue upside down

If you’re on the home page, click the “Read the rest” link below for some memories and photos of Mr. Blue … or just scroll on by if you’d prefer not to attend the wake.

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May, 2005: The Arrival of Mr. Blue (and Kiwi, too)

February 9th, 2008 · Cats, Journal, Kiwi, Mr. Blue, Music, Pets

Mr Blue flyer picAbout two and a half years ago, I adopted a big blue talkative cat named Mr. Blue (aka Barabajagal). Below the jump is the email I sent out to my cat-friendliest friends announcing his arrival.

I didn’t have a blog in those days, but I wanted to post it here to document it, and provide some backstory on the friend I’ve just lost. And for reference in my next post, which will be a kind of elegy for Mr. Blue, who died last week at less than four years of age.

If you’re on the home page, click the “Read the rest” link below to keep reading.

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The Space, The Face, and Buddy Cole

January 27th, 2008 · Comedy, Internet, Journal, Kids in the Hall, Meta, Music, Online Communities, Social Media/Social Networking

I’m on deadline tonight with a major deliverable (ahhrrrrr! I just used the word deliverable!) so here I am careening into another week with major blogging operations on hold.

Well, maybe after tomorrow I can rev the OcPot up again. In the meantime, I will say this: Now that I’ve been on Facebook a little while and have built up my Friends list, the thing that’s really weirding me out is that I’m starting to learn about major news events from other people’s status lines.

In fact, that’s how I found out about Heath Ledger’s death last week — I logged on to Facebook and two or three different people were expressing sorrow and/or flippancy about the event in their status updates. And I’m all, “Whuh?” and then over to Google News.

On a vastly cheerier note, that’s also how I found out just yesterday that The Kids in the Hall will be touring in March. Which is certainly a bit of news worth having.

Finally, since I’m on the subject, I should cop to the fact that shortly after registering at Facebook, and then swearing loudly and long that I would continue to resist the MySpace borg unto my last breath, I then promptly threw in that towel too and set up a MySpace page. Yes, I’m an absurd little person. I did it mainly because there was an old friend of mine whom I wanted to connect with, and he was on MySpace but not Facebook, and there was no other way to reach him. (Well, and then The Waterboys went and offered a free download of an unreleased song only through their MySpace page, and it became a twofer.)

So, now that I’m on both the Space and the Face, I can compare the two and say that Facebook is tons more fun than MySpace and much easier to use, in my opinion. And with about 500% less spam. Not to mention the video hussies on the MySpace homepage, don’t even get me started on the video spam hussies, lolling on their beds and flipping their spam hussy hair around while you’re trying to focus on what your actual friends are up to. And it’s all so wasted on me! I mean, if I have to be distracted by stupid video ads, the least MySpace could do is serve me up some square-jawed muscley spam himbos or something.

There is, however, one immediate and overwhelming benefit to having a MySpace login: You can set a preference so that when you visit some other person’s MySpace page, the extremely annoying and unpleasant death-metal ditty they’ve chosen to inflict on all visitors doesn’t automatically start playing without your permission. That’s right, MySpace members get to choose whether they have to listen to that shazbot or not. If anyone had told me that, I would have caved in and registered years ago.

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LinkingIn at CreativePro

January 18th, 2008 · Blogs, Business, Culture, Essays, Internet, Journal, Social Media/Social Networking, Tech

CreativePro articleI have an article published on CreativePro.com this morning, called “The Fine Art of Linking In.” (It’s the featured article for Friday, January 18, 2008.)

That was one of the projects that’s been keeping me busy the last few weeks.

As the title suggests, it’s basically tips for using LinkedIn effectively — how to spiff up your profile, build your network of connections, and scratch backs so you get a little scritchy-scratch back.

CreativePro.com is a site that features news, how-to articles, and other features geared toward people who work as creatives — everything from, say, Photoshop tips for designers and artists, to how to drum up new business as a freelancer.

The folks at CreativePro are nice people and I really like writing for them. I had previously written a piece about Adobe Illustrator’s LivePaint feature (“Live Paint Is a Bucket of Fun”) in December of 2005, way back when that feature was new in Illustrator CS2. Some of the details in that article are out of date now that CS3 is out and the LivePaint functionality has changed a little, but it’s still a decent intro to the basic concept of LivePaint.

Anyway, if you check out the LinkedIn article, let me know what you think!

Also, I need to give props to my pal Chris Bell over at NZBC. As noted in the article itself, it was his pot-stirring blog post — asking whether there was any real value to LinkedIn — that first got me to write out a list of what I like about it, which in turn eventually led to this article. So thanks again, Mr. Bell.

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