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A Few Things about Veronica Mars

Tuesday, March 1st, 2005

1. Veronica Mars is currently my favorite show on television. What can I say? I have a soft spot for girl detectives.

2. Its creator, Rob Thomas, was also a writer and producer on the 1998 show Cupid, which starred Jeremy Piven as a guy convinced he was the human incarnation of the love god. Cupid got a swift axe from ABC. It was funny in spite of Piven’s often-annoying co-star Paula Marshall. Thomas has said that had the show continued, it would have neither confirmed nor denied whether Piven’s character was Cupid.

3. Thomas has also written several teen-fiction novels. I recently read Rats Saw God, which I highly recommend. Rats Saw God

4. Veronica’s dad is played by Enrico Colantoni, who also played Mathesar in the movie Galaxy Quest. Galaxy Quest.

5. The school’s bad boy is Eli “Weevil” Navarro, played by Francis Capra, the great-grandson of the famous film director.

6. The theme song “We Used to be Friends” is by the Dandy Warhols, from their album Welcome to the Monkey House. Welcome to the Monky House

7. Veronica Mars is on UPN Tuesdays, 9 p.m. Eastern, 8 p.m. Central. The next episode airs Tuesday, March 8.

Music meme

Friday, January 28th, 2005

I’ve been tagged by Duff at GirlReaction. She and I seem to have synchronous tastes in music and books, so we raid each others’ blogs for ideas. I’m lately feeling woefully out of touch, though not as much as my husband G. Grod, who demanded to know who the hell Bright Eyes was when I brought home his CDs earier this week after FINALLY finding them at Target.

1. Total amount of music files on your computer:
Uh, no idea. I rarely listen to music on the computer. I’m a luddite that way.

2. The last CD you bought was:
I bought three: the two new Bright Eyes I’m Wide Awake, It’s Morning and Digital Ash in a Digital Urn and the new Ani DiFranco, Knuckle Down. I’m hoping I can find a clear melody or bass line on this latest Ani album; her last couple albums have a lot of free-form lyrics–they haven’t enthralled me.

3. What is the song you last listened to before reading this message?
“Are You Lonely Tonight” by Elvis, on the new MPR station 89.3 The Current, which I feel guilty about loving, since it came into being when MPR gobbled up the little St. Olaf classical station.

4. Write down 5 songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you:
“Snuggle Puppy” by Boynton/Ford from Philadelphia Chickens (a panacea for our son Drake)
“Closer to Fine”, Indigo Girls (a panacea for me)
“Solsbury Hill”, Peter Gabriel (see above)
“Have a Little Faith in Me”, John Hiatt (the first song at G. Grod’s and my wedding; reminds me to be nicer to him. I need frequent reminders. I can be rather grouchy.)
“The Immigrant Song”, Led Zeppelin, because I’m trying to teach Drake to sing the opening. So far he’s got the first two notes, out of four.

5. Who are you going to pass this stick to (3 persons) and why?

M. Giant at Velcrometer, because he’s funny.
Blogenheimer, because he’s the reason we own all our Firewater CDs.
Becca, because her iPod got stolen and perhaps this will send good musical juju her way.

And I don’t know if it counts since he’ll probably post here, but also my husband G. Grod, because I don’t know what he’ll answer.

One more luxurious thing

Wednesday, January 26th, 2005

I forgot one thing I did while I had my getaway last weekend, and it was to browse in a well-stocked book and music store. I went book by book through the young adult section and then traipsed around the whole store looking up books that had been on my list for a while and seeing if they had them (almost without exception, yes) and if they looked cool enough to stay on my list (also mostly yes.) I had time both before and after the movie to do this. It was so much fun to browse with no time limit, with no one waiting for me. I managed not to buy any books, but I was persuaded to buy two CDs from my list, since one was on sale and the other was relatively inexpensive, and I played them both once I got to my hotel room: Tift Merritt, Tambourine and Neko Case, The Tigers Have Spoken. So far, I’m pleased with both purchases.

Radio News

Sunday, January 23rd, 2005

I read about the demise of Washington DC’s former alternative station WHFS last week on two different weblogs: Rage Diaries and 1st Lede Writethru. Lisa and Vince, like me, mourn what once was a very cool radio station. One of the comments at the Rage Diaries, though, made me feel somewhat better. My memory of ‘HFS as cool was from the past; over the years it apparently went mainstream, eventually even playing Britney.

I associate ‘HFS with my senior year in college. I had lived a very insular college life, sticking close to campus. Through my job I met kids from other schools, who listened to different music, read different books, and knew more about the city than I did. Prior to ‘HFS, I listened mostly to classic rock and my cd collection included things like AC/DC and Guns n Roses. After ‘HFS, my music horizons broadened to include Indigo Girls, Sinead O’Connor, They Might be Giants, World Party, John Hiatt, and others, many of which are still in my cd collection today. (I must admit that Lisa’s list at her entry on The Rage Diaries sounds much cooler than does mine, but I’m not tweaking mine to sound cooler. It is what it is.)

I’m more sad for the deterioration of WHFS than I am for the loss of whatever it had become, which doesn’t sound like that much of a loss. I’m hardly surprised though. Over the years I’ve listened to two other stations change and die, and I’ve almost stopped listening to radio.

The first was WDRE in Philadelphia. ‘DRE underwent a lot of changes, but in the mid ’90s it hit a really fun stride with good music and good staff. I especially liked the morning show with Sarah, Vinnie and Spike. DRE got sold, though. Some staff went to its main competitor, Y100. Sarah and Vinnie went to Radio Alice-KLLC in San Francisco.

Then I moved to Minnesota. I really liked 105, even though I came years after its most cool time as REV 105. The music was OK and I really liked the morning show with Brian Oke and Mary Lucia. Then, one morning I was driving to work and they were gone. I have hardly listened to radio since, though I do occasionally tune into Radio K.

Two spots of radio hope are on the horizon in Minnesota, though one of them has mixed elements. St. Olaf’s classical station 89.3 was bought by MPR and is launching as an alt-ish, younger skewing station. Staff members include Mary Lucia and Mark Wheat, the latter formerly of Radio K, and both of whom are great local talent. The bad news, though, is that many of my musical friends are mourning the loss of the St. Olaf station, which was the MPR classical station’s main competition. So MPR is going out and buying up the competition station and turning it to another format. Who do they think they are, Clear Channel?

Why no, in fact, in a strange reversal, the local Clear Channel station is offering financial assistance to the small public jazz station that is the main competition for the Clear Channel jazz station, and helping it to meet its financial goals and stay alive, says the Star Tribune. (You must register to view it.) Representatives of MPR, when asked why they hadn’t done the same for the struggling station, said they were too busy with the launch of 89.3.

So MPR is evil, and Clear Channel is good. Black is white and up is down. Things in radio, at least here in Minnesota, might be getting more interesting.

A few things with restorative powers

Tuesday, December 14th, 2004

Track #3 of Fatboy Slim’s latest CD, Palookaville.

Evening in Missoula tea (actually, not a tea but a tisane, as you can read about at Tea Source, sweetened with Ames Farm honey.

The books of Jane Austen, of which I just finished Emma. Charlotte Bronte had a point when she wrote

What sees keenly, speaks aptly, moves flexibly, it suits her to study; but what throbs fast and full, though hidden, what the blood rushes through, what is the unseen seat of life and the sentient target of death–this Miss Austen ignores.

Yet sometimes I need soothing rather than stirring, and in those cases I prefer to spend time with Miss Austen.