One for Friday: Dead Milkmen, “Living in Wisconsin”

My first three decades, I was a Wisconsinite. I was born in Madison, went to college in Stevens Point. On my thirty-first birthday, we climbed in to a big moving van and departed for a completely different part of the country. Since then, I’ve lived in Florida for six years and North Carolina for two. Through it all, America’s Dairyland still feels like home. For a long time–and still now, I suppose–I was especially attuned to any mention of Wisconsin in the pop culture. It’s the natural convergence of state pride and pop culture obsession. This included to a special … Continue reading One for Friday: Dead Milkmen, “Living in Wisconsin”

Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest

Michael Lewis, author of Moneyball and a new book conspicuously timed to coincide with Father’s Day, was on The Daily Show with Jon Stewart last night. During the interview, he shared the advice his father once gave him, calling it the Lewis family motto: “Do as little as possible, and that unnwillingly, for it is better to receive a slight reprimand than to perform an arduous task.” I think I may have just found my new family motto. (Posted simultaneously to “Jelly-Town!”) Continue reading Raise the walls and shout its flaws, a carpenter should rest

B movie, that’s all you are to me

Get Smart (Peter Segal, 2008). So mechanical that it quickly becomes depressing. This launch of a new film franchise based on the sixties TV spy spoof–it’s nearly impossible think of it in terms of a single film rather than the beginning of an ongoing endeavor–is assembled from repurposed parts and spectrum-spanning cast members designed to make sure there’s at least one person in the credits that appeals to any randomly selected potential moviegoer. Anne Hathaway, playing Agent 99, has one moment that she plays with admirable commitment to honest emotions. I’m assuming that her castmates consulted with her after that … Continue reading B movie, that’s all you are to me

One for Friday: Graham Parker, Get Started. Start a Fire

I came into my music fandom clumsily. As a young kid, I was surrounded by music, sometimes literally. I lived in a home dominated by a record collection, my stepfather’s vinyl effectively serving as the walls of the living room. Each and every night, whatever new rock record was dominating his attention served as the soundtrack. The Dark Side of the Moon was released when I was two-years-old and its gloomy lushness was such a constant presence that I would sing along to “Money” while I played with my Tonka trucks. Despite this, I wandered into my teenage years with … Continue reading One for Friday: Graham Parker, Get Started. Start a Fire