Sunday, October 17, 2010

NBC's Sunday Night Football asking to be sacked



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In between catching up on my homework, I’ve been watching NBC’s coverage of the Sunday Night Football. I can’t believe it took me this long to realize just how much NBC’s NFL coverage is lacking.

For starters, the broadcasting duo of Al Michaels and Chris Collinsworth was extremely biased towards the Colts as they faced off against the Redskins. They made no effort to hide their man crushes for Peyton Manning and Dwight Freeney, and declared that the Colts were a “machine” midway through the game; because after all, the Colts looked like such a machine in losses to the Texans and Jaguars and a near loss to the Chiefs.

Then you switch to the studio coverage, featuring analysts Tony Dungy (former Colts coach) and Rodney Harrison (former Patriots player). It’s always awkward watching these two interact in the studio. It’s no secret that they probably dislike each other, given they battled each other for years in the bitter Pats-Colts rivalry.

And do you really need two studio hosts? Sure, Dan Patrick is actually in the studio, while Bob Costas is on site at the weekly game. But Costas is useless here; all he really does is preach some oral essay at halftime on the happenings in the NFL. Just do us all a favor, NBC, and keep Costas in hiding until the next Olympics.

The icing on the cake is hearing Faith Hill’s annoying “I’ve Been Waiting All Day For Sunday Night,” a tired cover of Joan Jett’s “I Hate Myself For Loving You.” It was cute the first hearing this song at the beginning of the game the first 20 times. I even had to mute it when it came on tonight. I would’ve changed the channel completely, but Faith Hill is eye candy you don’t change the channel on.

Catching up with Jimmy Eat World


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Singer Jim Adkins and Jimmy Eat World rocked the House of Blues in Boston this past Friday night.

While some spent this past Friday night reuniting with the bottle, I spent it in Boston, reuniting with a musical friend that I had forgotten about over the past few years. I was at House of Blues for the Jimmy Eat World concert, and I had lost interested in the Arizona alt-rock veterans following their disappointing 2007 album Chase This Light. But their resurgence from a new album (Invented) and hit single (“My Best Theory”), coupled with the HOB show made me realize what I had been missing over the years.

I was disappointed that they opened the show with “Bleed American.” In my opinion, it’s undoubtedly their best single and arguably their best song. I like when bands save their best song for last, not for the open of the concert. I also think the HOB is a terrible venue for a concert. Everyone is standing of the floor, packed in like some kind of a pig pen. I had to stand in front of the bar to catch a good view of the show, and people were constantly bumping into me through the night en route to their next alcoholic beverage. But other than that, I (and thousand of other JEW fans) had a great time belting out all of the band’s incredible hits, including “The Middle,” “Pain,” “Sweetness,” and “A Praise Chorus.”

They even threw in a couple of lesser-known favorites like “Get It Faster” and “Blister” off of their legendary album Clarity, which was sung by guitarist-and former lead singer- Tom Linton. The reunion had a perfect ending when the rabid crowd obliged to singer Jim Adkins’s request to “sing it back” during the show’s finale of “Sweetness.” A sweet night had by all, indeed.

Friday, October 8, 2010

Hall of Shame irrelevant to music fans

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LL Cool J could be in the Rock and Roll HOF? Seriously!?

By Trevor Medeiros

The Rock and Roll Hall of Fame recently came out with its annual nominations for its next class. Some of the nominations come with liits next class. Some of the nominations come with little surprise (Bon Jovi), feelings of being long overdue (Alice Cooper) and just plain headscratching (LL Cool J?).

While the artists nominated every year make news, the artists continually snubbed are the ones who always ignite the bigger debate about who should really be in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame. We can talk all day about what artists really should be in (that’s you, Depeche Mode, the Smiths, Judas Priest, Rush, Roxy Music, Bad Religion, Van Halen, and on, and on, and on) until we’re blue in the face.

But honestly, who cares who’s in? With every LL Cool J that gets in, this Hall of Shame loses any credibility they have in deciding which artists really are the best at what they do. Maybe it’s a blessing that the previously-mentioned snubs aren’t in. Why would they want to be associated with such a joke of an institution?

Most reasonable music fans know who should really be regarded as the greatest musicians of all time. They don’t need the Hall of Shame to tell them.

Did Moss really force his way out?

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By Trevor Medeiros

Because everyone has beaten this subject of Randy Moss’s (not so) sudden departure to Minnesota into the ground since it happened a few days ago, I’ll only give one thought on the whole situation.

First off, after the deal went down, news came to light that Moss was becoming a real problem in the locker room. Apparently, he had a heated confrontation with offensive coordinator Bill O’Brien during halftime of Monday night’s win in Miami. Then on the plane ride home when head coach Bill Belichick tried to confront Moss on the confrontation, he received the cold shoulder.

Look, if this is all true, then Moss had to go, and fast. The best way to defeat cancer is with early detection. Belichick got rid of that cancer that was Moss before he ended up killing a young Patriots locker room.

But I’m not sure what to believe here. For the past three years, all we heard about was how great of a teammate Moss was with the Pats, even from sources like Belichick. Now all of a sudden, he’s blowing up at halftime and is a locker room cancer? Sounds like a smear campaign by the Boston media to me.

All I’m saying is take what you’ve heard about Moss’s final days in New England with a grain of salt.

Saturday, September 18, 2010

OMG! EVERYBODY READ MY ALBUM REVIEW OF WEEZER'S HURLEY!


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To those diehard Weezer fans who are frustrated with the direction the band has taken recently: Rivers Cuomo hears you. Or maybe he doesn’t.

Whether consciously or not, a nostalgic Cuomo proclaims in the first song of Weezer’s eighth and newest album “Hurley,” that the “memories make me want to go back there.” The album was released last Tuesday (September 14). While it’s not exactly a return to the glory days of the blue album and “Pinkerton,” the band’s latest effort is at least on the right path, compared to the antics they’ve been pulling the last few years.

During this time, Cuomo and company covered Lady Gaga, jammed with Paramore’s Hayley Williams, penned an atrocious Indian-themed song, and if that’s not bad enough, the quartet even collaborated with Lil’ Wayne on its last studio album (2009’s “Raditude”).

Even before the release of “Hurley,” Weezer enthusiasts must’ve been pleased with the band’s return to its roots. That’s because Weezer left its longtime label Geffen over the summer to join forces with the legendary Indie label Epitaph records, which sparked the careers of The Offspring and Bad Religion.

The aforementioned opening song-and lead single-“Memories” brings back the good ol’ days of great Weezer pop rock. The chorus is very catchy, with a violin-tinged synthesizer riff matching its melody.

The song definitely isn’t short on Cuomo’s typically quirky lyrics, with lines like “Pissing in plastic cups, before we went on stage/ playing hacky sack back when Audioslave was still Rage.”

The album hits a high point with “Unspoken” and “Where’s My Sex?” Both songs would easily have a place on “Pinkerton.” The former begins with a simple acoustic guitar riff, backed by a psychedelic-sounding flute. This combination gives the song an awesome 60’s pop vibe.

Following the bridge, “Unspoken” explodes and releases all this boiling tension via electric guitars. The tension comes from the dark Cuomo’s dark lyrics. For one, he states in the chorus that “if you take this away from me, I’ll never forgive you, can’t you see/ our life will be broken, our hate will be unspoken.”

“Where’s My Sex?” is just a pure musical guilty pleasure. This number features heavy electric guitars, but in a pleasantly poppy style. And Cuomo’s play on words is genius. Throughout the song, he’s clearly describing socks, not sex.

“Mom made my sex, she knitted it with her hands…I can’t go outside without my sex, it’s cold outside and my toes get wet.”

Cuomo collaborated with many decorated songwriters on this album. These include pop star Ryan Adams; Desmond Child, co-writer of Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ on a Prayer”; Linda Perry, writer of Pink’s “Get the Party Started”; and Mac Davis, who published songs for Elvis Presley.

The end result is mediocre songs like “Run Away,” “Time Flies,” and “Trainwrecks.” They’re not bad songs, but given the resumes, you would expect the works to be more impressive. That being said, there really isn’t any one song on “Hurley” that you can single out and say “wow, that’s dreadful.”

You can say that about a handful of songs on the band’s last two albums, “Raditude,” and the red album. And this alone is enough to declare that Weezer is slowly but surely on its way back to the glory days.

And if that’s a stretch, then at the very least they’re back to producing quality pop rock.

Tuesday, August 17, 2010

late 2010/early 2011...great time for new music

Hey everyone,

I haven't been on here in awhile, so I just decided to check in. Been busy this summer with work, and whatnot. But I will be posting again soon with a flurry of new album reviews. With great alt acts like The Offspring, Weezer, Sum 41, Bad Religion, Jimmy Eat World, Blink 182, Franz Ferdinand, and a host of others coming out with new albums in the coming months, it should be enough material to keep me busy! I'll be back with my album review of Weezer's new album "Hurley" (Sept 14 on Epitaph). See ya then!

t med

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

My book review of Jasper Fforde's "Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron"

Who knew totalitarianism could be this vibrant? British fantasy author Jasper Fforde brings a colorful perspective to this normally drab and dreary world in his newest novel “Shades of Grey: The Road to High Saffron,” the first in a new series.

Here, Fforde has created a complex and elaborative futuristic society where social classes are determined solely by one’s ability to see primarily one color. The message the novel is trying to convey may not be original (think “1984” in living color). Nevertheless, “Shades of Grey” uses a unique setting to deliver this message, and Fforde creates plenty of intrigue and suspense through the plot and his writing.

The protagonist in this series is 20-year old Eddie Russett, a Red who lives in the futuristic society of Chromatacia. Simply put, he is a Red because he can only see the color red. Chromatacia’s social class is divided into colors: Yellows can only see yellow; Blues can only see blue, and so on.

Among these classes of color, Yellows are considered to be the highest and most powerful of the classes, while the lowest class is the Greys (those who can’t see color). Eddie and his father are sent to the distant town of East Carmine. Eddie’s father is a swatchman (aka doctor) who’s been sent there to replace a swatchman who has mysteriously died.

Eddie is sent there as a mundane punishment, and quickly wears out his welcome, especially after accusing the powerful Yellow Sally Gamboge and her son Courtland of murdering another Yellow. He digs himself so big a hole that the only way out is to volunteer to lead a deadly expedition to the abandoned town of High Saffron.

Meanwhile, Eddie also falls for a rebel Jane named Grey, who has a “retrousse” nose and a hostile attitude towards others, especially Eddie. She becomes attracted to Eddie for his questioning of the system and courage to lead the trip to High Saffron.

The two make the trip to High Saffron, where Eddie discovers that Jane is leading an underground resistance against the governing body of the Head Office and its late founder Munsell, and discovers firsthand just how far the organization is willing to go to protect its hold on Chromatacia.

Totalitarianism as a theme is nothing new in this genre. Classics like “1984” and “Farenheit 451” covered it long ago, although “Shades” has less emphasis on the topic. Fforde cleverly incorporates many complex storylines (most involving Eddie) that keep the reader enticed, and only at the end are some of them influenced by the emerging theme of totalitarianism.

Both Jane and readers gain a parallel attraction for Eddie as the novel progresses. Eddie goes from obedient citizen in the beginning to everyman science-fiction hero. He musters up the courage to stand up to the Gamboges, question the system, and lead a supposedly death-defying journey to High Saffron. Winston Smith would be proud.

Fforde also adds plenty of chilling suspense through constant mentioning of Chromatacia’s deadly dangers. These include killer swans, deadly lightning strikes, man-eating plants called yateveos, and a plague-like epidemic called Mildew, among others.

But the audience is left disappointed given the deadly hype and aura surrounding High Saffron. Eddie and Jane’s trip is pretty uneventful with (unfortunately) no killer swan attacks or lightning. Fforde’s humor in the text shines, as his characters use plenty of witty sarcasm throughout, reminding readers of dialogue typically heard in an episode of “Family Guy.”

Fforde also displays humor in the ridiculous rules he describes in the beginning of each of the small chapters, like Rule 9.3.88.32.025 on page 46, which states “To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable.”

One contradiction comes from the narrator, Eddie. How can someone who only sees red give such vivid descriptions of his surroundings throughout the text? Readers will also have to thrash their way through lots of technical language and RGB talk in the first half of the book, cumbersome descriptions even by science-fiction standards. But overall, the plot has few holes, and Fforde should be applauded for creating this complex world based on color and enticing readers to see what happens next in the series.

The Munsell Book of Wisdom warns that “Imaginative thought is to be discouraged. No good ever comes of it-don’t.” It will be interesting to see where Eddie’s imaginative thoughts lead him before Fforde’s newest literary series is complete.