<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:55:53.411-05:00</updated><category term='baseball'/><category term='ron sexsmith'/><category term='shows'/><category term='colorado rockies'/><category term='bob dylan'/><category term='neko case'/><category term='teevee'/><category term='politics (ugh)'/><category term='boston red sox'/><category term='the last shadow puppets'/><category term='breaking the fourth wall'/><category term='ghostface killah'/><category term='feist'/><category term='fox'/><category term='stevie wonder'/><category term='belle and sebastian'/><category term='andrew bird'/><category term='the mountain goats'/><category term='misc'/><category term='world series'/><category term='heard around town'/><category term='of montreal'/><category term='the baseball project'/><category term='ben folds'/><category term='musics'/><category term='lifestyle contradictions'/><category term='tower of power'/><category term='mp3s'/><category term='the weakerthans'/><category term='tbs'/><title type='text'>Shortstop Manque</title><subtitle type='html'>Dreams don't die, they merely go unrealized</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-1100024673121450240</id><published>2008-12-15T00:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T01:01:15.078-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the baseball project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3s'/><title type='text'>Harvey Haddix</title><content type='html'>You'll have to forgive that last entry. I try not to be so maudlin most of the time, but I'll stop short of a full apology because it was sincere on what was a pretty important night. Back to music!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SUX52MqWZUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VtjjiyC0ARs/s1600-h/baseproj.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SUX52MqWZUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VtjjiyC0ARs/s400/baseproj.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279900847668880706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mp3: &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/2139889_dbgbe/harveyhaddix.mp3"&gt;The Baseball Project - Harvey Haddix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted really badly to fall in love with the first album from The Baseball Project.  A group of veteran rockers telling the second-tier legends of guys like Ed Delahanty and Curt Flood had the potential to rise above the standard past-worship seemingly inherent in most baseball literature (speaking of maudlin). The music turned out to be pretty generic jangly guitar stuff. But the songwriting was a peg or two above average, and occasionally quite poignant. One such instance is their take on Harvey Haddix, who threw a perfect game for 12 innings in 1959 only to end up the losing pitcher in the 13th. A recap of the game itself is followed by a rumination on how "the search for perfection is a funny thing," making Ol' Harvey's story all the more tragic for its universality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-1100024673121450240?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1100024673121450240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=1100024673121450240' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/1100024673121450240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/1100024673121450240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/12/harvey-haddix.html' title='Harvey Haddix'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SUX52MqWZUI/AAAAAAAAAC0/VtjjiyC0ARs/s72-c/baseproj.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-8238761421524185663</id><published>2008-11-05T00:29:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T00:40:24.006-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics (ugh)'/><title type='text'>History</title><content type='html'>Barack Obama is president-elect. I got home halfway through his speech. His words were pretty as usual, but the thing that really touched me was the intense, profound hope they inspired in the faces of the audience. Their elation, their yearning for the realization of Our potential, was instantly my own.  Obama can't be the president we want him to be, because he's human. But I pray he can justify the emotional investment America made in him tonight. That he can be the reconciling force he aspires to be, that he can govern with wisdom and compassion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel peaceful, happy. I hope I don't think that naive in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-8238761421524185663?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8238761421524185663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=8238761421524185663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8238761421524185663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8238761421524185663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/11/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-5598390793503391810</id><published>2008-10-06T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T00:24:12.686-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lifestyle contradictions'/><title type='text'>Lifestyle Contradictions</title><content type='html'>Today I rode my bicycle to Wal-Mart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-5598390793503391810?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5598390793503391810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=5598390793503391810' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/5598390793503391810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/5598390793503391810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifestyle-contradictions.html' title='Lifestyle Contradictions'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-1492610169246053280</id><published>2008-08-20T13:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T14:06:41.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stevie wonder'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bob dylan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the weakerthans'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='belle and sebastian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the last shadow puppets'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ron sexsmith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3s'/><title type='text'>Learn to enjoy this type of upset</title><content type='html'>Just as summer was getting started, I was handed the unenviable combination of going through a tough breakup and being unemployed. Neither of those conditions changed over the subsequent few months, but I found a silver lining in the ample opportunity and sadsack inclination to listen to a lot of music. Some of this was of considerably poor quality, embraced only because it was easily (and lazily) relatable in a moment of vulnerability. But I digested a lot of really great stuff too, songs that had universal themes and broad appeal without resorting to the kind of uninspired platitudes you can hear from any coffeehouse singer. Here are six superb tunes that have helped get me through this rough patch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707467_rckxg/civiltwilight.mp3"&gt;The Weakerthans - Civil Twilight&lt;/a&gt; (2007)&lt;br /&gt;Let's start with the somewhat scattered thoughts of a recently-dumped bus driver. The poor guy has to endure the torture of driving by the scene of the breakup every hour each day, his mind rearranging the faces of his passengers into the one face he doesn't need to see. He tries to distract himself by counting the seconds and reciting provinces (Canadian band alert!), but once the sun sinks out of sight, he has as much trouble keeping her off his mind as he does coming to a stop on the icy roads. There's just enough crunch in the guitars and drive in the beat to occasionally make you forget our hero's desperation, but as in his case, it can't be fought off all day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707472_cd7ci/hardtime.mp3"&gt;Ron Sexsmith - Hard Time&lt;/a&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;The night is a challenge for Ron Sexsmith too, but his mornings aren't any better. This is a simple, straightforward song, but impeccably crafted. He colors the edges with muted horns and croons sharp lines like "since I lost her love, seems I've lost my balance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707468_dibhz/themeetingplace.mp3"&gt;The Last Shadow Puppets - The Meeting Place&lt;/a&gt; (2008)&lt;br /&gt;"He struggles to sleep at night, and during the day he's worried she's waiting in his dreams to drag him back to the meeting place." The foggy, dreamy orchestral pop setting holds the tiniest hind of dread alluded to in this line. It also lends a more mysterious status to the titular location, which is not a material place but the echo of a voice.  The lush instrumentation, outstanding songwriting, and slight surreality make this one of the year's best songs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707471_nv0pe/lonesome.mp3"&gt;Bob Dylan - You're Gonna Make Me Lonesome When You Go&lt;/a&gt; (1975)&lt;br /&gt;Thematically, this song is a bit of a stretch, but only just. It's wonderfully sad and so well-written it seems useless to praise it with words that couldn't match up. So I won't even try. Just listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707591_l8kmt/anothersunnyday.mp3"&gt;Belle and Sebastian - Another Sunny Day&lt;/a&gt; (2006)&lt;br /&gt;Stuart Murdoch is one of the best lyricists in the game. The fondly-remembered vignettes of the first five verses paint a picture of a relationship as brilliant as the striking instrumentation. The present tense used in all but a few lines makes the scenes more immediate and engrossing. Of course, in the end all this acute bliss only serves to salt the wounds revealed in the final stanza. I've been trying to avoid the laziness of extended lyric quoting in this post, but this song is so near perfection from start to finish that I feel I would be denying you otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Another sunny day, I met you up in the garden&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;You were digging plants, I dug you (beg your pardon)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I took a photograph of you in the herbaceous border&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;It broke the heart of men and flowers and girls and trees&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Another rainy day, we're trapped inside with the train set&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Chocolate on the boil, steamy windows when we met&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;You've got the attic window looking out on the cathedral&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;And on a Sunday evening bells ring out in the dusk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Another day in June, we'll pick eleven for football&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We're playing for our lives, the referee gives us fuck-all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I saw you in the corner of my eye on the sidelines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Your dark mascara bids me to historical deeds&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Now everybody's gone, you pick me up for a long drive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We take the tourist route, the nights are light until midnight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We took the evening ferry over to the peninsula&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;We found the avenue of trees went up to the hill&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;That crazy avenue of trees, I'm living there still&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;There's something in my eye, a little midge so beguiling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;He sacrificed his life to bring us both eye to eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I heard the Eskimos remove obstructions with tongues, dear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;You missed my eye, I wonder why, I didn't complain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;You missed my eye, I wonder why, please do it again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;The loving is a mess, what happened to all of the feeling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;I thought it was for real; babies, rings, and fools kneeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;And words of pledging trust and lifetimes stretching forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;So what went wrong? It was a lie, it crumbled apart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ghost figures of past, present, future, haunting the heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/1707469_lpd5e/pleasedontgo.mp3"&gt;Stevie Wonder - Please Don't Go&lt;/a&gt; (1974)&lt;br /&gt;It was tough to leave off Stevie's propulsive lament "Another Star" (&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;and let me just say how disappointed I am that, per Google, two people have beaten me to the phrase "propulsive lament")&lt;/span&gt;, but for me, "Please Don't Go" has no peers among breakup songs. This one features a simple but heartbreaking melody, the kind of inventive chord changes that were falling out of his pockets those days, and one of his most soulful vocal performances ever. Just when he's got your heart strings firmly in hand (with help from some soaring backing singers), at three minutes in he swerves into an upbeat quasi-gospel number, and thirty seconds later a total left turn into gritty Ray Charles territory to the fadeout. An exhilarating ending to a masterstroke of musical expression.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-1492610169246053280?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/1492610169246053280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=1492610169246053280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/1492610169246053280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/1492610169246053280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/08/learn-to-enjoy-this-type-of-upset.html' title='Learn to enjoy this type of upset'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-7739951885211578207</id><published>2008-06-08T04:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T04:28:05.096-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the fourth wall'/><title type='text'>Make me something somebody can use</title><content type='html'>I should know better than to make promises about posting. I'm far too lazy a writer to consistently document in real time an experience as wide-ranging and overwhelming as my semester abroad, and as you can tell, never even got around to doing a first installment. As I attempt to resuscitate this blog, I'll hopefully manage to do a few Europe picture posts with some hazy memories and vague recollections thrown in. Do expect at least slightly more activity around here, though, as I brave a summer that with any luck will transition to mere boredom from the frustration that has marked its onset. And some sweet tunes are mos def forthcoming.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-7739951885211578207?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7739951885211578207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=7739951885211578207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7739951885211578207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7739951885211578207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/06/make-me-something-somebody-can-use.html' title='Make me something somebody can use'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-3714671729292762993</id><published>2008-01-26T16:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T16:58:59.927-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking the fourth wall'/><title type='text'>A brief change in direction</title><content type='html'>Thus far in its existence, this blog has mostly been a place for me to say insignificant things about songs I like a lot on a highly irregular basis. But tomorrow I'm leaving for Europe for something like 10 weeks and thought this would be a convenient spot to keep my friends and family up to speed on my travels. So for the two or so people who even know this thing exists, you'll have to indulge me until April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also plan to get my 2007 music review up at some point, but I haven't had time to listen through my top albums one last time to get a final order. Forthcoming, I promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-3714671729292762993?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3714671729292762993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=3714671729292762993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/3714671729292762993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/3714671729292762993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2008/01/brief-change-in-direction.html' title='A brief change in direction'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-7011470882135684683</id><published>2007-12-24T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T17:58:32.432-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='misc'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heard around town'/><title type='text'>Heard Around Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; Wendy's, Main St just west of Mercedes, Norman OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time: &lt;/span&gt;Mon 24 Dec, approximately 3:15 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heard: &lt;/span&gt;rockabilly take on 'Red River Valley' featuring psychedelic organ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also spotted today at Norman's Barnes &amp;amp; Noble: a prominently displayed "Relationships for Dummies" in the Sports book section, possibly by a disgruntled wife, girlfriend, or mistress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best to you over the holiday season. Look for the first installment of a 2007 music review later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-7011470882135684683?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7011470882135684683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=7011470882135684683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7011470882135684683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7011470882135684683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/12/heard-around-town_24.html' title='Heard Around Town'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-7265833559555323645</id><published>2007-12-15T18:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T18:38:49.692-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heard around town'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tower of power'/><title type='text'>Heard Around Town</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Location:&lt;/span&gt; McDonald's, NW corner of Porter and Robinson, Norman OK&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Time:&lt;/span&gt; Sat 15 Dec, approximately 6:00 PM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heard:&lt;/span&gt; lite-jazz version of Tower of Power's "Don't Change Horses (In the Middle of a Stream)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-7265833559555323645?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/7265833559555323645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=7265833559555323645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7265833559555323645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/7265833559555323645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/12/heard-around-town.html' title='Heard Around Town'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-5825991851399830327</id><published>2007-12-07T02:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T04:09:43.063-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='andrew bird'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3s'/><title type='text'>Ethiobirds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/R1kboHT5AHI/AAAAAAAAABE/NhQwEKBMClo/s1600-h/bird.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/R1kboHT5AHI/AAAAAAAAABE/NhQwEKBMClo/s400/bird.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141170825591324786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;mp3: &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/714592_woeoj/ethiobirds.mp3"&gt;Andrew Bird - Ethiobirds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andrew Bird is probably the only artist whom I would be willing to give my attention for a ten and a half minute violin instrumental. If you are not so generous, that's completely understandable; I've just been captivated by this song recently and wanted to get some quick thoughts out there. If you're willing to give it a shot (and I hope you are), it's probably best to get some headphones and really concentrate on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ethiobirds" is from his Fingerlings 3 album, released in 2006 and the (obviously) third in a series of live collections. This track was recorded in his barn studio in rural Illinois, using a looping device which allows him to record a few lines and then play them back as long as is needed to create layers and layers of sound using just one instrument. It's a tough concept to describe (at least for me), but I think when you listen it will become pretty clear. He uses this method extensively in his live shows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. Bird sets things up by creating a nice little almost-rollicking groove with some pretty picking. At 1:23, he brings in more emotive, swooping lines that undulate in intensity and ride nicely along the staccato base. But things really start getting good around 5:03 where achingly beautiful phrases float above the still chugging beat. This gradually builds into a seriously gorgeous passage from about 6:40-7:20 that swirls and trills and just plain does it for me. From that apex, a slow fade into a pulsing pedal-effect drone finishes off the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose I don't have anything particularly novel to say about this one, but I hope that my gushing helped you appreciate it at least a little more than you would have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-5825991851399830327?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/5825991851399830327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=5825991851399830327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/5825991851399830327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/5825991851399830327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/12/ethiobirds.html' title='Ethiobirds'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/R1kboHT5AHI/AAAAAAAAABE/NhQwEKBMClo/s72-c/bird.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-6997823232051348882</id><published>2007-10-28T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T22:04:25.786-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the mountain goats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3s'/><title type='text'>Pinklon</title><content type='html'>mp3: &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/514393_yzaen/pinklon.mp3" target="new"&gt;The Mountain Goats - Pinklon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Melodrama gets a bad rap, and no one does it better these days than John Darnielle of the Mountain Goats. I love the vivid imagery in this song:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Let the bright colors come blushing gently back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;to the cherry blossom trees around Pontiac&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and guys in powder blue Starter jackets down on the street&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;let them come up from the corners, so light on their feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Let the ticker tape come cascading down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;above the Greyhound station &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;out at the edge of town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and at the schoolyard fences &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;where the children shout&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;let the chains fall away and let 'em all rush out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And though all good things in time will melt away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pinklon Thomas is getting out of prison today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Out to the curbside let the grandmothers come &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and stand in red gingham dresses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;in the afternoon sun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and from the windows high above the street, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;let the trumpets sound&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and let confetti fill the air and gather on the ground&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Let the guys all hurry on down to the gym&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and throw the doors wide open &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;and clear a space for him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;let messages from strangers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;spray painted on cheap drapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;hang from all the fire escapes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let them spell it out on marquees and on window displays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Pinklon Thomas is getting out of prison today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;You can get this and two other songs at the &lt;a href="http://www.daytrotter.com/article/821/free-songs-mountain-goats" target="new"&gt;Daytrotter&lt;/a&gt; website, where Mr. Darnielle writes a paragraph on each. The rendition of Red River Valley is particularly of note. The fourth song is no longer available, but was the least worthwhile anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely doubt that this is the last time you'll see the Mountain Goats mentioned around here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-6997823232051348882?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/6997823232051348882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=6997823232051348882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/6997823232051348882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/6997823232051348882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/10/pinklon.html' title='Pinklon'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-3776189313052782124</id><published>2007-10-24T01:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T11:31:01.935-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boston red sox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='world series'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colorado rockies'/><title type='text'>No Surprises</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rx7klU2MB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iw2JHRN1xYU/s1600-h/MLB-WS_cax3fh5hiehzqhnwnxfy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rx7klU2MB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iw2JHRN1xYU/s200/MLB-WS_cax3fh5hiehzqhnwnxfy.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124784755896485874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The World Series begins tonight, and I cannot think of a single outcome that would surprise me. The way the last six weeks have gone for the Rockies, it seems perfectly feasible for them to be outscored in a game and somehow pull out a win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, would it shock anyone if Colorado continues their astounding run and sweeps the Red Sox? Or if they drop a game or two and still claim the title (even at Fenway)? Does it seem unlikely that the Sox will blast the Rockies' mediocre pitching into oblivion? That the Rockies will put up a hell of a fight, but ultimately fall to a decidedly superior Boston roster?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answers: no, no, no, and no. Luckily, the fun is in getting to the finish. Let's hope for an exciting, well-played series, and maybe some snow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-3776189313052782124?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/3776189313052782124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=3776189313052782124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/3776189313052782124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/3776189313052782124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/10/no-surprises.html' title='No Surprises'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rx7klU2MB_I/AAAAAAAAAA0/iw2JHRN1xYU/s72-c/MLB-WS_cax3fh5hiehzqhnwnxfy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-8813605944803545416</id><published>2007-10-17T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-18T01:04:08.070-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='feist'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mp3s'/><title type='text'>Inside &amp; Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/RxacAU2MB-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BjhBplpnBCw/s1600-h/letitdie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 150px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/RxacAU2MB-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BjhBplpnBCw/s320/letitdie.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5122453155590440930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Feist's "Inside and Out". A slinky little number. Bee Gees cover (1979's "Love You Inside Out"). Outstanding start to finish, but beginning with a dissonant hum, grooving bass, sharp piano, and broken up sax sample, the 20 second intro is sublimity on a whole other level.&lt;br /&gt;mp3: &lt;a href="http://www.hotlinkfiles.com/files/478108_wktet/insideandout.mp3" target="new"&gt;Feist - Inside and Out&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-8813605944803545416?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8813605944803545416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=8813605944803545416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8813605944803545416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8813605944803545416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/10/inside-out.html' title='Inside &amp; Out'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/RxacAU2MB-I/AAAAAAAAAAs/BjhBplpnBCw/s72-c/letitdie.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-8539572322228557113</id><published>2007-10-15T03:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-15T05:45:56.000-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='neko case'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ben folds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='musics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shows'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='of montreal'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghostface killah'/><title type='text'>Go home, kid</title><content type='html'>A disturbing pattern which had emerged in the last few months propagated itself once again Sunday evening. Ghostface Killah, east coast hip-hopper extraordinaire and creator of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fishscale&lt;/span&gt;, one of 2006's finest records, was scheduled to play a free(!) show at the University of Oklahoma. This was to take place outdoors on the east lawn of the student union. Clouds began threatening a few hours before showtime, but three acts took the stage with occasional sprinkles and far distant lightning causing no worry. So of course, as you have probably surmised by now, the heavens poured forth upon completion of the third opener's set. The crowd was advised to head indoors so as not to be struck by the not-so-distant lightning. 20 minutes later, security made the rounds, informing us that Ghostface would not be taking the stage that evening. Who needs an inclement weather backup plan, anyway? It's not like there was a huge building with several large gathering spaces thirty feet away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I didn't pay for this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neko Case, who also released an outstanding album last year with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fox Confessor Brings The Flood&lt;/span&gt;, had planned a stop in Oklahoma City in April of this year. I made the short drive and paid the Bricktown parking fees only to discover upon arrival that she and her band had decided the sound equipment was poor enough to warrant a cancellation. From what I hear, they had been a little unreasonable about this, but it was a huge disappointment whatever the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not through yet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of Montreal stopped by Norman to play a free show in February. A few songs into their set, the power in the auditorium (indoors? this is possible?) cut out. Order was restored in a few minutes, but they couldn't get through one song before it was lost again. After the second outage, the band was forced to abandon their elaborate stage show and play an acoustic set. Kind of a fun change of pace, especially for those of us who had seen them before, but it's always embarrassing when your venues can't get simple things right like, you know, electricity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This forehead-slapping series of '07 shows had precedent back in October of 2004. Ben Folds, my personal object of superfandom at the time, was playing at Lloyd Noble Center on campus. Why they decided to put someone like Folds in a full-size NCAA basketball arena is beyond me, but digression, etc. Long story short, the sound check exposed the equipment as inadequate (sound familiar?) and the show was cancelled. This was especially great news for my four friends who had driven in from Kansas that afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something in the water? Am I just catching all the bad nights? Whatever it is, I'd sure like to see the percentage of shows with no major problems go way up around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-8539572322228557113?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/8539572322228557113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=8539572322228557113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8539572322228557113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/8539572322228557113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/10/go-home-kid.html' title='Go home, kid'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8743782250343211675.post-4221812432109813064</id><published>2007-10-07T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-07T14:57:31.689-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teevee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tbs'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fox'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baseball'/><title type='text'>Renaissance on basic cable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rwh5UU2MB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uIN3hb2H05U/s1600-h/tbs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rwh5UU2MB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uIN3hb2H05U/s320/tbs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118474366606903250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;After five days of playoff baseball this is no longer a novel or unique insight among fans, but goshdarnit, it's sincere:  TBS is a hell of a station to watch a ballgame on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if it weren't already hard enough to sit through a Fox-broadcasted game of even moderate importance, TBS has to go and render Fox all but unwatchable with their competent announcing crews and understated production values. Ted Turner &amp;amp; Friends mercifully realize that the following features are unnecessary when presenting playoff-quality baseball to the masses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//computer-animated baseball-playing robots next to the line score&lt;br /&gt;//cameras embedded in the ground in front of home plate&lt;br /&gt;//melodramatic, overlong montages during pregame&lt;br /&gt;//planting stars of the network's original programming in the crowd for convenient plugs&lt;br /&gt;//&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tim_McCarver"&gt;calling players of central importance by the wrong name&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;//Jeanne Zelasko in any significant role&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's just off the top of my head. TBS ain't flawless; the lead-off graphic at first base strikes me as redundant, the incessant Frank TV ads almost make me think they couldn't find enough sponsors to fill the air, and as my sister hilariously pointed out a few weeks ago, their logo looks kinda like a pair of briefs. They were also frighteningly quick with a Steve Bartman flashback when a foul pop drifted to that area of Wrigley Field in tonight's NLDS game 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's all small potatoes when compared with the technology-fueled disaster that is MLB on Fox. TBS keeps it simple and smart. I guess to hope that other networks will follow suit is naive.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8743782250343211675-4221812432109813064?l=ssmanque.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/feeds/4221812432109813064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8743782250343211675&amp;postID=4221812432109813064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/4221812432109813064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8743782250343211675/posts/default/4221812432109813064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ssmanque.blogspot.com/2007/10/renaissance-on-basic-cable.html' title='Renaissance on basic cable'/><author><name>Mike</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17305317273811046566</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='27' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/SEuWCWZp4MI/AAAAAAAAABU/ariLNEgHoOE/S220/couch.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_6jVTSc3C4Z0/Rwh5UU2MB9I/AAAAAAAAAAk/uIN3hb2H05U/s72-c/tbs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
