Here are a couple of thoughts about Boyz II Men:

1. Are they ashamed of their first single, “Motownphilly”? Because here’s the thing: that song is awesome. If you ask me, they pretty much topped out with it, even taking into account the goofy rap portions. I want to make this clear: “Motownphilly” is nothing to be ashamed of. But it seems to me that, after hitting it huge with boring R&B ballads like “End of the Road” and “I’ll Make Love to You” they probably now feel a little silly about their new jack swing debut. It’s goofy and dated and not very sexy at all. They talk about cheese steaks and doo wop.

Here’s the way I see it playing out: Shawn Stockman is at a club with a bevy of women, talking about how great the R&B lifestyle is, name-dropping his industry buddies and talking about how he’s got a pool table in his basement, and suddenly the soundsystem starts blaring: “Back in school we used to dream about this every day; could it really happen, or do dreams just fade away? Everybody’s singing and they said it sounded smooth; so we started a group and here we are, kicking it just for you!” And Shawn turns to the ladies and is like, “um… did you know that Eddie Murphy and I are BFF?” I mean, isn’t “Motownphilly” the equivalent of awkward yearbook photos? Am I just being ridiculous?

2. There must have been a Boyz II Men: Behind the Music, but I sure haven’t seen it. I figure theirs must be the most boring and drama-free music biography. You know, like Michael McCary had a debilitating addiction to cribbage. Or one show they weren’t sure that Wanya Morris would be able to perform because he was bedridden with an ice cream headache. And then the band almost broke up because Nathan Morris slept with Wanya’s girlfriend, only it turned out that Wanya and she had broken up a few months beforehand, but dude, there are rules. And then they fought through the hardship and now they are best friends again, touring state fairs and sweet sixteen parties all over the mid-Atlantic region.

 

McSweeney’s is coming up big this week. Here are teasers, with links to the full pieces. Enjoy:

The Elements of Spam:

Elementary Rules of Usage

1. Form the possessive of nouns by adding ‘s, just an apostrophe, just an s, a semicolon, a w, an ampersand, a 9, or anything.

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A Retort to Carly Simon Regarding Her Charges of Vanity:

Look, we could bicker over these particulars all day long and accomplish little. My chief quarrel with you is more existential: I know the song is about me, so how does recognizing that fact make me vain? Honestly, if someone shouted “Hey, Carly Simon!” at you and you turned around, would that be a sign of vanity? No. It would be a simple recognition of reality.

Klingon Recipes:

Home-Style Gagh
SERVES 1-2

Find someone who has already prepared some home-style gagh. Kill him/her in honorable combat and take his/her gagh. Serve cold and enjoy.

And, of course, Obsessive-Compulsive Valentines:

Roses are red, violets are blue. Sugar is sweet, and I think I left the iron on.

FYI, I have a substantive post scheduled for approx. June 2009.

 

I have nothing interesting to say, so here’s a picture of the snow we’ve gotten in the last 12 hours:


For comparison, see this post from December.

 

Why yes, I did catch some of the Grammys last night. Here are thoughts I had:

  • Kanye West is certainly not afraid to look ridiculous. He was pretty good, although I’m not clear on just what Jamie Foxx had to be there for.

  • Sly Stone… I mean, wow. A platinum blond mohawk and a shimmering gold Elvis suit (with popped collar). Does it even matter that it was almost impossible to hear him, that he hunched like he was suffering from severe scoliosis, or that he left in the middle of the song to the obvious confusion/disappointment of everyone on stage and in the audience? Answer: No, it doesn’t matter. With this appearance he made the decade-plus hiatus worthwhile.

  • Kelly Clarkson is seriously the winner of not one but at least two Grammys? And they’re important ones? I don’t profess to understand or even care about the shallow wading pool that is true pop music, but that doesn’t seem right to me.

  • Coldplay… you guys are elevator music. Stop trying to “rock.” It’s never going to happen.

  • Jay-Z and Linkin Park performed the “Numb/Encore” fake mashup from the album MTV cynically put together to ride the mashup phenomenon without any of that artistic creativity crap. I mean, the song’s fine, but isn’t it about time for Jay-Z to either retire or admit that the Black Album was just a joke? He’s been performing music from it for like 2 years now! Enough already! Just wear your damn suit and smoke cigars, Jay!

    But anyway, they were doing the song and I was looking at Jay-Z’s t-shirt and saw there was a face on it. So I sat way up close to my non-HD non-widescreen non-awesome television and tried to figure out who it was. Was that… nah. It does look a lot like him, though… But why would Jay-Z be wearing a t-shirt with John Lennon’s face on it? Does that make a lick of sense? And then came a moment I will never forget. The weasely-looking singer from Linkin Park started singing the chorus from “Yesterday.” I was thinking, oh, this is bad, but then it suddenly got somewhere between seven and a million times worse. Paul McCartney came out. The guy was dressed all in white like Puff Daddy at a Notorious B.I.G. memorial, singing along with the guy from Linkin Park (to recap–Paul McCartney is the surprise guest for Linkin Park). What made it worse were a) they couldn’t harmonize at all and b) McCartney was gesturing in a hip-hoppy kind of “I’m down wid it” sort of way that I’ve got to believe caused the entire nation to cringe and say to itself “oh, no…” This whole fiasco gets my vote for weirdest/awkwardest/most embarrassing moment of the night.

 

see what happens when a man and a cat live in a house and start getting real.
It’s Garfield, but good. Seriously wonderful and heartbreaking. As a commenter notes, “it’s pretty mind-boggling how close Jim Davis is to a good comic; all he has to do is stop making excuses for his characters’ actions.”

[ferret]

 

Princess Kiko Shocks Japan With Pregnancy:

It looks like a surprise pregnancy has put in doubt the prospects of a bill to allow women to ascend to Japan’s highest figurehead position.

I don’t really understand what’s going on over there, but I’m thrilled by the prospect of a “royal battle of the sexes” over a completely ridiculous, meaningless, and antiquated throne. Pick your sides in the most anticipated competition since Iron Chef Sakai beat Mario Batali in the Praline Battle in Iron Chef Stadium. Good times.

Bonus quote:

“If Aiko becomes the reigning empress and gets involved with a blue-eyed foreigner while studying abroad and marries him, their child may be the emperor,” Takeo Hiranuma, a top member of Koizumi’s ruling Liberal Democratic Party and head of a block of politicians opposed to female monarchs, said last week. “We should never let that happen.”


In other news, if you’re looking for a strange “game” with no point and no end, you have got to check out the sand game. Basically, well, basically you place various liquids and solids in an empty space and they interact. It’s hard to explain, but I just spent an hour on it that I really needed to be using for other things. Check it out. [kottke]

Feb 072006
 

stay classy
[Malleable Truth]

 

I don’t really know what the hell is going on here, but Spike Jones Jonze seems to have indulged yet another bizarre creative impulse in putting together these animal auditions. Basically it looks like Jonze auditioned actors for a fictitious beer ad, and then digitally replaced the actors with various talking animals.

It seems to be some kind of viral thing for Miller Lite, and I would expect that at some point it will end up being part of an actual televised campaign. Anyway, it’s not particularly funny except in that it’s contextually absurd. I enjoyed it though.

[Paige!]

Also, McSweeney’s has received still more letters about the Mighty Mighty Bosstones’ “The Impression That I Get.”

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