So remember that thing about the thing with the thing?
I have been putting pen to paper about music as long as I can remember. In art class, I tried my hand at an album cover. When I discovered the joy of countdown shows and charts, I kept a file box with index cards following the chart positions of every song. And if you’ve ever read this blog prior to today, you know where that love of expressing my opinion of music has taken me. Well, as of this week, I now get paid to write. It’s not enough to quit my day job, but it is still amazing to my mind to make money off of something I do for free in my spare time.
The new gig is with about.com, and I will be writing alongside Bill Lamb, whose Top 40/Pop blog I have been a fan of for several years. One of the first cool moments of recognition of this blog came when Bill linked to a post I made about Sara Bareilles’ “Gravity” video, and we’ve kept tabs on each other ever since. When the opportunity to write for about.com came along, I jumped right at it, and fortunately they decided I was a good fit. Where my focus here is a lack of focus, my area of writing at about.com will be on Adult Pop. If Susan Boyle has an album out (which she does this week), I’ll be all over it.
Fear not for the future of this here blog. My love of all forms of pop music will not be constrained, so I will still be posting here occasionally with the more personal posts that many of you have said you appreciate. My hope is the quality of those occasional posts will outweigh the lack of quantity. Now that I have a bit more clarity about my mission, writing for pleasure will become much easier to do. It sure doesn’t hurt that I am wrapping up my Masters degree after two years either.
I sit here a humbled man tonight. The last two and a half years have been a lot to bear, and yet I still have a life I would never trade. I love where I live, I have people I love who love me back, and I have music. There isn’t much more that I could ask for from this good life.














Does it seem possible that we are going on three months since Michael Jackson died? It kind of boggles my mind, as it seems like only a couple of weeks ago we were inundated with non-stop coverage of the circus surrounding his death, with all the fixins. It’s easy to forget that the buzz around MJ prior to his early demise was whether his London-based concert would even see the light of day, let alone be turned into a highly-anticipated theatrical release. But through all of the craziness and sadness, there are some key lessons that I’ve been able to identify.
– What you won’t do, do for fame – Dad is pimping side businesses, associates are rushing to publish tell-alls, and other family members are rush-releasing five-year-old recordings (see LeToya) and “tributes” (see Jermaine). I suppose it’s not a knock on anyone, but some of it just comes off a bit desperate. Even alleged son Omer Bhatti, who rumors have apparently floated for years about him being Michael’s love child, surfaced for the memorial service and even sat in the front row with the rest of the family. Tribute tour with all of his offspring is sure to follow.
– Banjos in pop music – If someone can find a way to legitimately utilize a banjo in a pop song, I’m right on board. [See: “Rainbow Connection”, Jason Mraz] There is something about a banjo that just can’t sound depressing, and when you hear a banjo, chances are good someone’s having a good time. Except if you’re on the wrong end of the Deliverance equation.
– Toby Keith – Early on in his career, Toby Keith was the man. He came across as an everyman who was just trying to get through life without too many missteps, and songs like “Who’s That Man” and “He Ain’t Worth Missing” made for great country music in the 90s. And then 9/11 occurred. “Courtesy of the Red, White and Blue” is supposed to be a tribute to his dad and the United States in the aftermath of his father’s death and the terrorist attacks of September 11th.
What caused this hatred? Take your pick…the whole Will.I.Am altercation in Toronto, the way he handled the fallout from the Miss America gay marriage controversy, his amazingly juvenile and vile website. As long as someone thinks that he is the spokesperson for the LGBT population, he will continue to be among my least-liked people. But you know who I like better because of him? Kelly Clarkson, who was also in Toronto at the time, and called a punk a punk
There are certain moments in my musical history that I remember very vividly: sitting with my mom as she observed the 10 minutes of silence after the death of John Lennon; my first concert (Level 42 opening for Steve Winwood); and two moments tied to George Michael and Andrew Ridgley, otherwise known as Wham! The first was the first time I heard “Wake Me Up Before You Go Go”, and the second was the moment I heard (via MTV) that they were breaking up.
In between Make It Big and Music from the Edge of Heaven, I discovered Fantastic, which didn’t quite have the same impact of Big, but it still had me with “Wham Rap”, “Young Guns”, “Club Tropicana”, and “Bad Boys”. It was as if they had released another album, although I was several years behind the curve on that one. However, I caught up fast after the MTV report on the breakup of the band. While I didn’t do anything stupid or get all emotional, I remember really being struck by this. It was if two newly-acquired friends had moved away, and I didn’t have any idea if I would see them again. This feeling has occurred a few times since then, but as cliched as it is, I guess you never forget your first favorite band breakup.
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