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My favorite song

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I've talked here before about the home music server I created, which lets me and Laura listen to any of our 43,193 (and counting) MP3s from any location with a web browser and a broadband connection. My server has been operating for nearly three years, though it was only in February 2004 that I enabled it to keep track of what I listen to.

I hadn't checked my stats for quite some time, but this morning I thought I'd take a look and see what my most-played tracks are. I was pleased though not exactly surprised to see that Steely Dan's "West of Hollywood" (from Two Against Nature) occupied the top spot, with 23 virtual spins in these past 29 months. Less than once a month may not seem like very heavy rotation, but it's pretty significant when you consider that in that same span I've only listened to 23,898 of the tracks in my collection. (That's unique tracks I'm counting there, not the number of times those tracks have been played.)

I figure this is as good a measuring stick as any for saying that, in practical terms, "West of Hollywood" is my favorite song. And it is a great song. The lyrics hook me and always suck me in, and when Donald Fagen gets to the bridge part and croaks out, "She reached out for my hand while I watched myself lurch across the room, and I almost got there, I almost got there," I never fail to get a shiver. But the best part of this track is the, like, four minute Chris Potter sax solo, where Donald and Walter put the poor cat through a truly punishing series of changes and he just doesn't quit. It's an amazing outro to an amazing record.

So yeah, that's totally fair. I'll cop to "West of Hollywood" as my favorite song.

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Babble on, brother

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One wonders if this Fox commentator really gets the joke. It's kinda hard to tell.

I've long been a devotee of the Steely Dan web site, and their tongues are usually so far in their cheeks they're in danger of getting bitten off. Like with this 1999 letter to Rudy Giuliani.

(Via Laura.)

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My contributions to the July CD Mix of the Month Club were Groove Hunter and Groove Hunter 2.

We were scheduled to meet at The Porch over on Avenue C, but it turned out to be closed for renovations and surrounded by a huge wooden fence. So we met at d.b.a. instead and sweated it out on the crowded back patio as we enjoyed birthday cake and cupcakes in honor of our interpid organizer Lisa. Laura and I decamped in a cab just in time to beat the thunderstorm.

(The story so far.)

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Music by people we know

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You know, one of these days I'm going to make a mix composed entirely of songs by artists Laura and I know personally. It will include [info]steelbrassnwood, of course, not to mention folks like Andrew Lienhard, Mike Skliar, the Pale Imitations, the Bogmen, the Knockout Drops, Lungs of a Giant, Whisperado, Gogol Bordello, the Barracudas, and the Lords of the New Church.

And certainly not least, The Rogers Sisters.

The Rogerses are a trio consisting of actual sisters Jennifer and Laura Rogers, plus the invaluable Miyuki Furtado on bass. (Jennifer is the lead vocalist, more or less, but everyone contributes.) I used to work with Miyuki, and I'm always delighted to get updates from the band on their latest release or European tour or what have you.

They'll be playing this Saturday at Coney Island at the Siren Music Festival. It's free, so get yer butts down there! (Some band called Scissor Sisters is headlining.)

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3-2-1, a lot of fun!

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Okay, this makes me happy:

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June's CD mix of the month

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Owing to a scheduling mix-up on the homefront, I was unable to attend CDMOM this evening at d.b.a. But my mix callously made the trip without me.

So, my contribution to the June CD Mix of the Month Club was In 50 Words or Less...

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This has really not been a good week. I blame Work Hell for my temporal dislocation. And for turning me into a complete asshat.

I woke up this morning thinking: "Prince! At Bryant Park! This morning! Yay!"

But then in the shower, I thought: "Wait, Prince is on June 15th. Today is June 16th. I worked until 2 a.m. Wednesday, then slept in through the whole thing Thursday morning. Fuck! Fuck fuck FUCK!"

So I dawdled at home, took the subway to my usual stop, Bryant Fucking Park, and walked to work from there.

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Sunday Bushy Sunday

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Everyone and his dog has probably seen this cut-and-paste job of Bushy reciting the lyrics to "Sunday Bloody Sunday," but I hadn't, and it cheered me greatly this morning when [info]nitewanderer sent it to me:

http://www.break.com/index/sundaybush.html

This week is officially Work Hell. I have worked at least fourteen hours and been here until past eleven p.m. each the past three days. And yes, you're counting right—that includes Sunday. It's what happens when an Irresistible Project meets an Immovable Deadline. I can't see straight.

And this morning when I arrived at work, I realized that I had accidentally turned off my home computer—which is also my private music server, and lets me listen to any of my 42,000+ tracks from the comfort of any broadband connection. It's also the only thing that gets me through some of these infernal office days. I have texted the dogwalker, though, and he has agreed to turn the computer on for me when he arrives this afternoon. Whew! I need my fix, man!

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May's CD mix of the month

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My contribution to the May CD Mix of the Month Club was Finest Worksongs.

Includes uncredited sound clips from Glengarry Glen Ross, Friday, Office Space, EuroTrip, Joe vs. the Volcano, Robocop, The Italian Job (original version), 9 to 5, 24, Lost in Space (TV series), and Frankie Goes to Hollywood's Welcome to the Pleasuredome.

(The story so far.)

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