Robotic High Five?

well, because the deadline has come and gone, i am sadly relegated to posting my little list here. enjoy it for the 20hours it is still relevant.

TOP FIVE O' OH FIVE

[1] [bloc party - silent alarm]

what do you say when people ask you “what kind of music do you listen to?”. don’t you hate being painted into a corner like that? if you say indie, you seem like a snob. if you say everything, you seem like you have no personality. and if you say rock….well…what does that even mean anymore? rock is nothing if not a fragmented beast right now, but along comes bloc party to answer the bell. they may not be metal, they’re not very heavy — but one listen and it’s all but assured you’ll nod and recognize real rock as ’silent alarm’ comes along and kicks you in the balls. with one of the best rhythm sections around today, clever writing and raw energy are rampant in every song as everyone tries to keep up with the maniacal machine gun drumming. sure, half the lyrics may be indescipherable, but who cares? did you hear that drum solo? did you shred air guitar with that riff? did you scream your lungs out during that bridge?

yea. that’s what i thought.

[2] [the triangles - magic johnson]

i don’t remember where, but i think somewhere in the guidebook to being an indie music snob it mentions the prerequisites for a great album…..

ah, here it is! “must be pretentious and challenging to listen to, and be ahead of the mainstream sound by at least year. defintions of music shall not necessarily be bogged down by things such as melodies and hooks”. ah, yes. you can tell a true indie-snob by how much they hate pitchfork. anyone who likes pitchfork is SUCH a poseur! anyways, who are the triangles you ask? that’s what i asked when i first heard this album. but boy, that question sure seemed irrelevant quickly. this album is easily the sweetest of the year, with classic male/female dueling vocals that drip of meloncholy yet sugary goodness. drawing from their australian surroundings and ragtag frankensteinian instrumentals (think fellow aussie octet architecture in helsinki), the triangles simply write songs that worm their way into your heart. amazing harmonies and some borrowed riffs from old christian hymns come together to create something not necessarily new — but definitely something gorgeous.

[3] [wolf parade - apologies to the queen mary]

“they sound like modest mouse”. that seems to be the general consensus of anyone i’ve played this album for. and of course, they mean that in the best possible way — after all, modest mouse blew up this year (by indie standards) and even made the cut by joining deathcab and the killers as staples on the OC soundtrack. how quickly our little bands grow up *sniff*. but despite some lilting vocals, perhaps the only other thing modest mouse and wolf parade share are the inate ability to write a perfect melody — and even more impressive, wolf parade boasts two guys who can do it, and take turns doing it over and over on this masterpiece. at first it may sound like another cliched canadian indie-pop/rock album, but further listening reveals an album that works together as a whole, with textures and song-writing that will blow you away. if this is a sign of things to come, wolf parade might just end up being bigger than christmukah. and catchier too.

[4] [why - elephant eyes]

it’s hard these days to find music that isn’t “like so-and-so, but with a mix of yadda-yadda”. music that can be considered original, creative, and yet not so challenging that you want to go put your head in a toilet just from trying to listen to it. Rapper Why has accomplished something that not too many other MC’s can lay claim to — he has crafted a brilliant indie-pop album. is it rap? yea, i guess. is it pop? yes. is it jangly folk-rock? you betcha. so what does it sound like? that much i can’t really describe. and all for the best, because with lyrical gems like “i’m fucking cold like a dq blizzard/you act like a slut but you’re really a freezer” half the beauty of this album is discovering every little detail on your own for the first time.

[5] [common - be]

common has always been like the cool friend that you want to hang around with. you know, the one that you would dress like a carebear for if he did it first. his last album being a bit hit-or-miss, common has come back with a vengence on a wave of cross-genre pop magic conjured up by his fellow chicago mc and collaborator/producer Kanye West. Cuts like “the corner” and “go” are literally instant classics, put together with a concious meticulousness to the art of hip-hop. recalling jazzanova rhythms and 70’s beats, “be” is an album even non-hip hop fans can get into — a classic Kanye trademark. Not to say that Kanye is what makes this album great. But when you add two guys as talented as this together, what you end up with is an album that’s greater than the sum of its parts. and that’s pretty darn tough to top.

now that i know

boxing day shooting

this is sad on so many levels.

if nothing has made you want to take accountability for your city -- to pray for toronto, to help your neighbour, to pull together for our community -- then this should be it.

this needs to stop. and it starts with each and every one of us.

the sounds of the office

why do people hate todd bertuzzi?

everyone's up in arms over the fact that he accidently fell on someone. and lets be clear on this -- did he intend to hurt steve moore? probbaly. did he intened to end his career? of course not! he probably didn't even intend for him to miss a single game. that's just how hockey is. you go after people all the time.

i don't understand how someone who claps after a hockey fight can say they don't support todd bertuzzi. and for those who want to ban fighting from hockey.....well....you're stupid. even baseball has fighting every once in a while, and everyone just sees those bench clearing brawls on ESPN every so often and says "hehheh, that's awesome!". hypocrites.

i don't get how a country that doesn't support capital punishment, believes in a reformative system of incarceration, and protects their criminals as citizens and people, can judge one man so harshly for one mistake.

people make mistakes. surprise! the next guy who says "i won't support canada because they selected todd bertuzzi" should look in the mirror. should their friends support them for stabbing them in the back? for not standing up to them? for taking the easy way out? lying to them?

if this were biblical days, bert would have been stoned to death a hundred times over by now. and we all know how jesus felt about stoning.....

your grace is enough

blogging at work makes me feel like i'm getting away with slacking.

then i realise that if i'm not blogging, i'm on the message board anyways, so really, there's no tangible difference. so away we go.

i've had some (i wouldn't say hard), but at the very least, thought provoking choices to make of late. i like to believe that i'm making the right decisions, and not trying to cheat the system by martyring myself. i can't fully say i completely believe this is the case, but i'm trying to figure things out as i go.

sad as it seems, i'm still reading jeremiah. i've been reading this book for like, the past 2 months. well, mainly because when i say i've been reading it, i mean i've been reading it once every 6-8 days, hahaha

but anyways, it never fails to amaze me how faithful God has always been. even in the face of an ignorant chosen people, even when his anger is burning and he has come to witts end, he always gives us the option of setting things straight with him.

and that's reassuring, you know? i think one of the hardest parts for me lately hasn't just been trying to do the right thing, but moreso trying not to do the wrong thing. and you just can't live that way. i mean, sometimes you just gotta go with it, and if you screw up, well -- lesson learned.

after a while, i figure i'll have failed enough to be able to see it coming.

or maybe not. maybe this is just the way things are, and growing means learning to live unafraid of our own flawed nature.

but hey -- there's always a choice. everyday is a choice...

let us love and sing and wonder

i like the soft fluffy snow. not the wet kind. even when it's coming down like the world is about to end, soft fluffy snow gives me this serene, comfortable feeling.

it's crazy how caught up with shopping people get this time of year. it makes even the strongest people feel weak at the knees with the urge to consume consume consume. all those sales signs, holiday offers, advertisements, the thrill of the bargain hunt -- it's enough to drive a guy into the trees.

i've decided i'm not going to do any boxing day shopping this year. i'm just tired of it. i'm so tired of that feeling of wanting.

luckily, all this snow has me in a festive mood, and i have tomorrow off. precious precious sleep, how i havemissed thee. i like how people are generally more chipper during the holidays. well, when they're not in the mall. once they're in the mall it's every man, woman, and child for themselves.

but at the office and stuff, everyone just seems so excited -- so childlike-- about the whole thing. i guess at heart, everyone has a soft spot for christmas.

except jews.

but that's ok, they actually get the best of both worlds, so i'm sure there's no complaints there. this got real random real fast....

i am your valley

have no fear, i am in fact still alive.

my extended absence from the online has been a product of equal parts apathy and dullness.

working a 9-5 job is....well....not terribly exciting. i mean, i can honestly say it's pretty enjoyable because of the great friends and co-workers there, and i know i'm lucky to be able to say that much.

at the same time, it's nothing to really write home about in terms of how i've been spending my time. i mean, really. i'm just.....working.

i have made a few observations however from my unique vantage point about this whole working experience. it has offered me a glimpse into a world that i previously had no knowledge of, but feared. naturally, my fears have all been confirmed, hahaha

the morning commute is something that truly straddles the line between hillarious and depressing. the morning stares are all around as people on the subway can pretty much all be lumped into 4 groups -- there are the readers (the metro, books, newspapers, whatever they can get their hands on), the sleepers, the morning zombies, and then there are the awkward eye-contact avoiders who are stuck in morning commute limbo -- they have no book, usually can't sleep because they're standing, and will read every ad in the train before trying to find somewhere safe to look at without staring at another person.

also, my cubicle directly faces the washrooms. this provides an entirely different vantage point for the quirkiness of the office envronment.

anyways, more to come. i was spurred to blog by a few people, but i've decided to come out with the light stuff instead of diving into the deeper workings of my brain lately.

almost christmas! i can't wait until they start showing charlie brown on tv. dum di dum dum dum dum dummmm dum, dum di dum dum dum dum dummmmm dum, dummmmm dummmmmmmmMMMMMM!!!!!!

(i'm doing my little peanuts-quick-foot shuffling dance as i type)