Time Magazine Has Lost All Credibility

I have a love/hate relationship with top ten lists. Some people actually put some thought into theirs and can express what they feel are their top favorite albums of the year. Others just throw together every album they can think of and don't really have to pick and choose. While others, just seem to compile a list of many different genres of music just to build "Street Cred."

A good example of this is seen with Time Magazine's Top Ten Albums of the Year. I was initially drawn to it because it has Mastodon's Crack the Skye on it, which happens to be one of my favorite albums of the year. Then I made the mistake of looking at their other selections. While I don't want to go into every horrible decision they made, I will highlight one. They gave Brad Paisley the best album of the year. Aside from the fact that I despise nearly everything on CMT, Time Magazine didn't really have a good reason as to why is was their favorite album. This was part of what they said about it,

"The real risk-taking emerges on his songs about women, which, as on the brilliant "The Pants," manage to be funny, sexy and sensitive: "In the top drawer of her dresser there's some panties/ Go try on that purple pair with the lacy frill/ With your big old thighs I bet you can't get in 'em/ With that attitude of yours, hell, I bet you never will."

The great thing is that I don't have to make a joke, since it is not funny. It is sad.

Semantics

I am starting to realize that when you look at blogs, the person who uses the biggest words usually have no idea what they are talking about. Some people can utilize these words to make what they say clearer and more concise. Yet, most people just toss them around hoping that someone will get lost in what they say and click out of that window thinking, "Damn that guy is smart."

I see this a lot in christian blogs. Don't get me wrong, I am pumped that they are having a rousing conversation. Yet, if they really want to turn people onto God, they should be able to talk about it in layman's terms. I could be wrong, but most of the conversations I have eve's dropped on that include the common athiest, terms such as "Kalam Cosmological argument" and "Epiphenomenonalism." (Yes I just looked these words up)

Isn't it crazy. It's just so painfully axiomatic

Album Review: The Mars Volta - Octahedron

Along with now doing book reviews, I am going to be reviewing all types of media. Being human, I presuppose that my interests are also of interest to all of you. Along with this presupposition (I’m so smart), I believe that my interests have not only set a bar in excellence that the rest of the world should be striving to achieve, but I believe that everyone would be completely lost without my guidance. As much as I am mocking this thought, I still believe it. Silly as it may seem, you all believe it too. But enough of that. Sit back and let me exercise this savior complex of mine.

This will be the first compact disc review I have ever done for this blog. (If you are reading this blog in the future, a compact disc was something that was awesome. It wasn’t a series of 1’s and 0’s that now float solely through your I-Tunes or MP3Toilet.com or whatever Internet application now services your musical needs. It was a series of 1’s and 0’s compiled on a round piece of plastic that I could carry around and show off to my friends, take on a trip, or listen to in my car. I didn’t have to consult my failing PC everytime I wanted to listen to Fountains of Wayne, I just grabbed it out of my leather-bound case. I think you get the point. It was amazing. Enjoy your new Timbaland single because I assume Cds are obsolete now too. Man the future sucks already.)

This review will be a part of a series I call “Under the Radar.” These aren’t brand spanking new albums. (By the way, Brand “Spanking” New? Why Spanking? I hate tradition.) These are albums that may have been out for a while. Yet, I believe they need revisiting because they have not gotten the credit they deserve and in a way have flown under the radar.

Tonight’s Album: The Mars Volta – Octahedron

This album was a very unexpected turn for the Mars Volta. After their critically acclaimed effort “Deloused in the Comatorium,” they seemed to keep adding new members. While I do know that from the very onset they utilized other musicians, for example Flea from the currently unimaginative Red Hot Chili Peppers, played bass on Deloused. Yet, after that album dropped I kept on hearing about them acquiring new members. Most notably former At The Drive In band mate Paul Hinojos dropped his role in the band Sparta to join the onslaught of new musicians. While they managed to hold it together for their second release “Frances the Mute”, this rise in numbers coupled with the fact that they began to favor noise over melody made for the half-hearted attempt that was their third album, “Amputecture” While tracks such as “Viscera Eyes” has it’s moments, you can actually hear the musicians put their heads up their own arses throughout most of the album. Omar Rodriguez-Lopez didn’t even play guitar on it. John Frusciante of the aforementioned currently unimaginative Red Hot Chili Peppers played guitar on the album. While I hope it was fun for the band, it certainly wasn’t incredibly pleasing to their audience. Needless to say, the band was losing fans as they continued to welcome in new band members. This juggernaut of a sloppily put together supergroup was losing its focus.

It seemed my worst fears continued to materialize as I received the news that drummer Jon Theodore left. I loved “Deloused in the Comatorium” and I know a big reason for that was his presence on the album. While new drummer Thomas Pridgen's presence on their 4th album “Bedlam in Goliath” makes me feel like his free time is filled primarily with doing speed and watching Neil Pert solos, it was a solid album. It was cohesive, it made sense, and it was done all while reminding listeners why we loved The Mars Volta in the first place.

Which now brings me to their latest effort Octahedron. This album finds The Mars Volta’s sound very stripped down. Not only did they fire some of the band, including Hinojos which I am not too happy about, they wrote what Rodriguez-Lopez calls their “acoustic album.” While this album does feature more acoustic guitar than their previous releases, this is by no means an “acoustic” album. It is a more relaxed sound, but the songs are still big. They feel more intentional and contained rather than improvisational and disconnected. While they still have familiar staples such as bizarre song titles likes, “Halo of Nembutals”, this is a new direction for that band that I feel is exactly what they needed. While I could try to sit down and describe every fill and riff contained within Octahedron, I feel like it wouldn’t come across well and frankly that sounds like too much work for me.

I do not know why this album was not pushed by Universal as much as their previous releases, but I feel like this is one of the best albums in the Mars Volta’s canon. Years after the disintegration of At The Drive In and 4 albums deep into their new project, Cedric Bixler-Zavala and Omar Rodriguez-Lopez still continue to make great music. While they may lose their way here and there, Octahedron shows that they are still one of the more important bands rock music has right now.

Book Review: I Drink For A Reason

Welcome to the next installment of Reid reviews books.

While this has not been formally announced, I will be using this blog to also review books that I have been reading. While I do enjoy movies and music, I have never felt really comfortable reviewing them. I don't always catch on to the Freudian undertones that are so pervasive in movies such as X-Men 3: The Last Stand. I didn't really catch on to the post 9/11 themes prevalent in The Scorpion King. However, I do feel like I can understand books well enough to guide the masses. (By masses I mean the 2 followers who currently subscribe to my blog) I am not applying for a job at the New Yorker anytime soon, but I am a fairly consistent reader and feel I can come up with a unique take on a book. If I fail to do so, I will read other reviews of the book and blatantly rip off their ideas and pass them off as my very own. (I'm desperate for respect) In my reviews, I will also use one big word that shouldn't be used. I will use this to A:) Sound very intelligent and B:) See A

Tonight's review is of David Cross' I Drink For A Reason:

My initial thought when gazing at the cover of this book was "Yipee! I love David Cross. His book will bring me enjoyment on many different occasions." (Keep in mind I am paraphrasing and taking many liberties with my memories) I love David Cross' comedy specials and his character on Arrested Development was amazing, so how could I go wrong? Simple. Him not writing a very good book.

Once in a while Cross' stand up comedy relies on his sardonic observations on life. He usually does a pretty good job of riding the fine line between bitter commentary and sheer comedic genius. Yet, it seems as though on this writing venture he drank a bottle of Jamison Irish Whiskey, threw caution to the wind, wrote this book containing nothing but his hatred for all aspects of life, and mostly likely concluded the night by getting into an argument with his sprinkler system.

This is not a very flattering side of David. He does seem to be a very intelligent man and I will still call myself a fan of his, but he still is an entertainer. If this was a book by Dr. Sanjay Gupta, I would probably give him a pass because his job isn't to make us laugh. (Even though his newest book Cheating Death has been known to make people snicker once and a while) Yet, David is a comedian and I rarely even smiled during this book. Critics of my blog, if I ever have any, will say that David's style of humor is very deadpan. I appreciate that when there is a payoff. This book was so deadpan that is never came to life for me. (Does the Pulitzer Committee award excellence in blogging?)

If you are a person who is parsimonious (look it up), then don't waste your time on this book. Even if you are loaded, don't spend time on this book. If you're an anthropology major who hates everything anyway, you'll love it.

I give this book 1 dead horse out of 4.

Book Review: She's Come Undone

I am a guy who likes to see what all the fuss is about. When the Da Vinci code was finally allowing the CEO of Random House to fulfill his lifelong dream of wiping his bottom with 100 dollar bills, part of that hundred was mine. When the Kite Runner was making middle aged housewives finally care about children from other countries, I shared their concern. When Stephanie Meyers was finally about to pull herself out of the Utah soccer mom slums with teenage vampire porn quadrilogy Twilight, I was rooting (silently) for Bella. Needless to say, when a book is creating a lot of buzz, I will read it. Lots of heartache comes with this because a lot of these books turn out to be pretty bad. Kite Runner was fairly disappointing, the Da Vinci code was exciting yet forgettable, and Twilight could/may have been ghostwritten by a fourth grader. People get bored, something becomes hip, they (we) ride the train for a bit, then inevitably get off as soon as it's done. However, I do believe Wally Lamb's She's Come Undone lived up to most of the hype surrounding it.

She's Come Undone chronicles the life of Dolores Price. Dolores, isn't the most likable protagonist. In fact, at times she is repulsive. Mean, impulsive, and selfish are not the qualities that make up a very likable main character, but they are qualities every reader can empathize with. While I cannot imagine anyone going through all of the turmoil that Dolores endures in the novel, I think everyone can see a little bit of themselves in her.

While in the beginning I wondered if Wally Lamb was only attempting to write the most depressing novel ever, the payoff is the third act. Without giving away anything, Lamb brings the novel to an end not afraid to let the reader wonder. There are rarely neat and tidy resolutions in life, tragedy doesn't adhere to rhyme or reason, and not everything can be understood. Lamb leaves the character as she is. If I am going to be honest, since finishing the book I have thought about "Dolores Price" on numerous occasions and what she may be doing at that very moment.

Overall, Lamb's literary debut is a well written and moving piece.

I give this book 3 dead horses out of 4

The Nature of Reading.

A man ought to read just as inclination leads him,
for what he reads as a task will do him little good.
~ Samuel Johnson ~

Books like friends, should be few and well-chosen.
~ Joineriana ~


These are some quotes that sum up some of the various feelings regarding reading. I was having a long conversation with one of my close friends last night and we had a little argument on the nature of reading.

My friend's view of reading seems to line up with the quote of Joineriana. That one should only read something that pushes the mind forward. For him, this means "classic" texts that have been deemed classic by magazine publications, the modern library, or are mandatory in college or high school. Classic novels coupled with philosophical or theological texts that push your brain should be a reader's main focus.

While I understand and respect that point of view, I tend to agree more with the Johnson quote above. I believe that reading the "classics" and other respected texts are very important. I also believe that you should read whatever makes you happy. While you should still be objective towards everything you set before your eyes, don't overlook a book just because it is new or by someone that you have never heard of. Classic writers are amazing, I understand now how people have fallen in love with the works of Orwell, Dostoyevsky, Plath, and Vonnegut, because I have fallen in love with them too. Yet, contemporary writers such as Marquez, Eugenides, McCarthy, Walls have also made me fall in love with them too. They have a voice too and while they haven't been along to be seen as classic, I still think you should just read what makes you happy.

If it becomes a task in order to become "enlightened" with every page, it will become akin to homework. Reading should be special, private, and above all else, a joy.

The Nature of Reading.