Perhaps the greatest Christmas song of all time…
Merry Christmas to you all! ๐
Disordered Thoughts and Curmudgeonly Ramblings
The boys of the NYPD Choir still singing Galway Bay
Perhaps the greatest Christmas song of all time…
Merry Christmas to you all! ๐
Too much musical information.
Well it’s that time of year again, the voting has opened for the Triple J Hottest 100. Naturally I’ve jumped straight in and voted for my favourite 10 songs of the last year and shall present them here for the ridicule of all – but before I do I have to comment on the website they’ve thrown together to take the votes.
I ain’t impressed.
OK, I’ll qualify that. Overall the site is good, but it has a couple of critical bugs that made my voting a bit of a trial.
(For the record I’m using Firefox version 3.6.13)
Firstly, they appear to be using AJAX to add songs to the shortlist. This is fine – except they appear to be using the same XMLHttpRequest object each time you click a song, rather than spawning a new one.
What this means is that if you click to select a song, then click on another song before the result of the first click has been returned, the first click is effectively cancelled, and only the second song is added to the list. So you need to click, wait, click, wait, and so on, which kind of defeats the purpose of using AJAX in the first place.
The second bug is on the submission form you go to once your songs have been selected. I use an extension called CookieSafe to control the cookies on my machine. This allows me to block or modify cookies on a site-by-site basis. On the Triple J site I allow cookies, but have them all rewritten to be session only (ie: they evaporate when I close the browser).
Voting for the hottest 100 appears to require a long term cookie to be set – which is fair enough, I guess they’re using it to stop people voting multiple times. If this cookie is tampered with (or blocked) the form won’t submit. Also fair enough. But – what does the form tell you if this situation occurs?
It tells you that you haven’t filled out all of the fields.
Even when you have.
That’s bad. Really bad. An inappropriate error message is worse than no error message at all. I’m net savvy enough to figure out what’s going on and adjust my cookie settings appropriately, but plenty of other people aren’t, and could easily get so frustrated that they’d give up on voting altogether.
So, the ABC’s web department seriously needs to raise their game.
But, on to the fun stuff. The songs.
Whittling down my list to just 10 songs was a real challenge this year, especially once I realised that I was forgetting a bunch of really good tracks. But I laboured mightily and ended up with the following list, which I present in no particular order (apart from alphabetically by artist).
(Note: Helen and Ali, a bunch of these songs are on a mix-cd that shall shortly be winging your ways, so if you want to be surprised, stop reading – or at least clicking “play”- from this point on :))
The Bedroom Philosopher – Northcote (So Hungover)
The puntastic tale of a pretentious Emo riding around on the number 86 tram. I particularly like the concept of Sad Sanderson performing at the Fitzroy Anti-Social Club.
Cee Lo Green – Fuck You!
I don’t mind profanity in a song, as long as it serves a purpose. In this case the purpose is to form an integral part of a seamless, catchy, funky, brilliant motown track consummately performed by Mr Green. This is my confident tip for the number one spot. Those who find the lyrics offensive may prefer this bowdlerised version performed by the cast of Glee and (for some reason) Gwyneth Paltrow.
Chiddy Bang – The Opposite of Adults
A remix/reworking of MGMT’s Kids. And what a remix/reworking. Just as good as the original, although wildly different.
Grinderman – Palaces Of Montezuma
Ah, Nick Cave! Scary, growly Nick Cave who can make a song about JFK’s spinal cord sound like a visitation from the heavens. OK, it’s not exclusively about JFK’s spinal cord, but believe me, it’s in there, and it’s romantic as all get out.
Gypsy and the Cat – Jona Vark
Gypsy and the Cat were discovered by Triple J Unearthed, and you can just imagine them sitting around giggling saying “we’ll call our song Jona Vark, and everyone will think it’s Joan of Arc, and get all confused! Hurrah”. Normally this kind of tomfoolery would condemn one to a life of complete obscurity, but Gypsy and the Cat seemed to have made it work.
Kate Nash – Do Wah Doo
A few years ago I listed one of Kate Nash’s songs as the worst of the year. Possibly she heard about it, because she’s now come up with a 50’s inspired track that I’m totally in love with. It sounds like something put together by Phil Spector before he went mad and started killing people. Fantastic.
Marina and the Diamonds – Shampain
How to describe Shampain. Like falling into the pit of hell accompanied by a herd of rabid synthesizers? Perhaps, except that it’s awesome.
Philadelphia Grand Jury – Save Our Town
Some good, old fashioned Aussie rock/pop, without which no Hottest 100 list would be complete. Put your money down people!
Sia – Bring Night
Catchy and astronomically accurate! If you travel in the direction of your shadow the sun will go down a little sooner.
Yeasayer – Ambling Alp
A song about boxers from the 1930s. Or something. Certainly they get mentioned in there. I don’t really know, or really care, because it’s energetic, catchy, fun and puts the boot into fascists.
So that’s my ten. Here’s some others that only just missed out on making the cut…
So there we go. Roll on Australia Day!
Vale
Two great losses this week with the passing of author Ruth Park and musical-oddity extraordinaire Captain Beefheart.
Playing Beatie Bow was on the year nine syllabus when I was at school, so I read and studied the crap out of it. A lot of books suffer when you’re forced to do that to them, but Beatie Bow stood up. I haven’t read it for the better part of twenty years but I still recall vast swathes of it – it’s one of those books that gets into your head and changes it a bit so you’re never quite the same person after reading it.
More recently I obtained a copy of Ruth Park’s Sydney which provides a brilliantly written (if it wasn’t so pretentious I’d even say “sparkling”) history of the city via a series of walking tours. It’s clear that she had an incomparable love and knowledge of Sydney, and the book is going to be the first thing going into my case when I pack for my (Sydney departing) cruise in early 2012.
Captain Beefheart – well, what can you say about Captain Beefheart? A musical genius and provocateur without compare (unless it’s to his buddy Frank Zappa). I’ll let him speak for himself with the 1982 video clip of Ice Cream for Crow – a film so weird that a terrified MTV refused to play it, and the Museum of Modern Art in New York rushed to add it to their permenent collection.
Vale Ruth Park and Don Van Vliet. We’ll miss you both.
The horror! The horror!
This is the holiday music they play you in Hell.
Merry Christmas everyone! ๐
It’s really loud with the shop vac on
I know I’m just reposting from Boing-Boing (whaddya mean you don’t read Boing-Boing?) but this typographic treatment of Jonathan Coulton’s Shop Vac is near perfect.
Much to my disappointment this actually has nothing to do with the late, great John Stump and is in fact music from one of those inscrutable Japanese video games that no one over the age of 30 understands. This does not however prevent it from being awesome.
Let Freedom Ring!
It’s a crime that this only has 185,000 hits.
Whatever you may think of Reagan’s politics (I’m not personly a fan) you gotta admit, the guy had great speechwriters.
I’m on a stoat! I’m on a stoat! Everybody look at me ’cause I’m riding on a stoat!
No. I think not.
I’m in a moat?
I’m on a goat m**********r take a look at me!
Straight riding on a goat, that’s spelt g-o-a-t!
You know it’s real ’cause my ride is chewing on my coat!
You can’t stop me m**********r ’cause I’m on a goat!
I’m on a goat and, it’s going fast and,
It ate my nautical themed pashmina afghan!
I can’t write any more of this god-damned drivel! Good night!! ;D
There are only so many things that rhyme with “train”
London. 1850. Three gentlemen sit in their club, reading the Times. As Lord Wallace turns the page, a small piece of paper falls into his lap.
Lord Wallace: By jove! A train ticket for three! Now, who shall accompany me?
His companions look hopeful.
Lord Wallace: Sir George!
Sir George: Yes!
Lord Wallace: And…..
Lord Peters smiles expectantly
Lord Wallace: Isambard Kingdom Brunel!
Pan to Isambard Kingdom Brunel who is leaning nonchalantly against the wall wearing a stovepipe hat and smoking a large cigar. He removes the cigar momentarily
Brunel: Most agreeable.
Cut to a Steam Train as the music begins…
Indeed!
Have your tickets ready for we’re about to depart!
Every gentleman assemble on the platform!
And be sure to stay on your toes
We’re steaming up! Let us go!
I’m on a train!
I’m on a train!
Everybody look at me for I’m riding on a train!
I’m on a train!
I’m on a train!
Take a good hard look at the most impressive train!
I’m on a train you blighter listen to my tale!
Straight riding on a train on an iron rail,
Twenty miles to the hour messing with my brain,
You can’t stop me you bounder for I’m on a train!
Make a sketch quick, I’m on a train kick,
We’re drinking workers’ ale because it’s so thick,
I’ve got my timetable, for I’m railway savvy,
While you’re sailing the canals like a common navvy,
I’m stoking the engine, shovelling coal supplies,
The stack is smoking, throwing ash in everyone’s eyes,
But no one minds sir, for this is fast as it gets,
I’m on a train sir, don’t you ever forget!
I’m on a train sir! It’s going fast sir!
The economic potential of this is vast sir!
I’m racing along just like Stephenson’s Rocket,
With a wad of Great Western shares riding in my pocket!
Pay attention now! For this train is real!
No barge! I’m on a train you dirty bounder!
No horse! I ride rails you dirty bounder!
I’m on the engine with my fellows, dirty bounder!
This engine sounds like a bellows, dirty bounder!
Yes sir! If you could see me now!
My arms spread wide like a captured cow,
Going to take this train to France somehow,
Why not a tunnel? Anything is possible!
Brunel:
Never thought I’d be on a train,
The horsepower of this engine’s insane,
James Watt, take a look at me,
Never thought I’d see the day,
When a big train was steaming my way,
Believe me when I say, these tracks are broad-gauge!
I’m on a train!
I’m on a train!
Everybody look at me for I’m riding on a train!
I’m on a train!
I’m on a train!
Take a good hard look at the most impressive train!