My normal schedule has been disrupted by the fact that my new computer isn’t up and running yet. So, here’s a small selection of videos for songs I included on my 2011 “friends and family” mix-disc.

Liam Finn-Gather to the Chapel
I like the pleasant melancholy of this quite a bit.

We Are Scientists-Rules Don’t Stop
It’s becoming increasingly rare that I can find a straight-forward rock band I can enjoy.

Hidden Cameras-In the NA
I sometimes think the aggressive weirdness of their videos get in the way of their music, but damn, this is a song.

Matt Alber-Take A Bow
Buy me a drink and I may tell you my “get my gay card revoked” opinion of Madonna, but I do like Matt’s cover of (one of her few) good songs.

I’m getting in on the ground floor of the reel-to-reel nostalgia craze with the hipsters…

The question of musical groups with interesting looks; looks that, perhaps, it is better that time forgot came up, and the first thing I thought of was Haysi Fantayzee, the group whose style Culture Club may or may not have bitten:

And, of course, if you’re going to talk about ridiculous 80s looks, you can’t go much further to the “really?” area than Toto Coelo did:

Speaking of garbage bags, I saw this video aired on television once. And then for years I vainly tried to convince people that Roid Rogers and the Whirling Butt Cherries was an actual band:

Hey, while we’re on the subject of songs that might be about infanticide…

There are a lot of people I probably should thank, because without their friendship, feed-back or encouragement, it’s highly doubtful that I would have kept up with this as long as I have. But the people who were particularly instrumental are Kevin, Chris, Bully and his pal John, Lisa, Melissa, Neilalien, Matt, Larry, Tom, Chris B., Gayprof, Lyle, and the rest of you who know who you are.

And special extra thanks go to Peter (who knows why), John (who knows why) and Mike (who probably wonders why).

For the above, and the rest of you, and for a limited time, I decided to celebrate and thank you with the only true sign of love that exists in this world: a mix tape. Click the below, and for a limited time enjoy a selection of in-jokes, oblique allusions, meta-commentary and personally meaningful stuff.

If scientists could discover why gay men seem hard-wired to love Bea Arthur, the great mystery of what determines human sexuality would be one step closer to being unlocked.
Here’s young Bea singing a song about sex.
Bea Arthur, Barbara Song, from The Threepenny Opera

Back when I still worked a 9-to-5 in comics retail, I would occasionally offer up a sampling of music that had been playing in the store, under the title “Music to Torment Customers and Co-Workers With”. In fact, the last time I did one was…really, 2005? And I didn’t even technically work in the comic shop anymore in December 2005. Huh.

Anyway, I still have the urge to talk about music occasionally, and while, for the most part, Andrew makes most music discussion on the internet moot, I held off because, honestly, I never thought I’d be able to come up with a hook as easy for me to work with as “Music to Torment Customers and Co-Workers With.”
So I decided to abandon pretence and artifice and just go ahead and talk about the stuff that I keep listening to over and over and over again.

Hide Nothing, Matt Alber
If you’ve been paying attention to the gay culture blogs, odds are you might have already heard of him. He’s a talent that’s just starting to attract wider attention, and it’s well-deserved, but he’s still flying under the radar of the wider populace. It’s exciting, because you hear his music now, and you can so easily picture the huge name he’s going to become once more people hear him and respond the way you do. His voice is achingly beautiful and tender, and as a song-writer he just takes my breath away. His metaphors are so carefully crafted, and what I take away from his love songs in particular is both a sense of longing, an acknowledgement that relationships face challenges, but an optimism that those challenges prove worthwhile in the end. For me personally, it’s also nice that know that he’s openly gay and his music reflects that. While there is an element of universality to his love songs, many of them also reflect a particular mood that feels specifically gay, if nothing else, particularly on Field Trip Buddy and the elegy Beotia.
Here’s a sample of his music, which I strongly urge you to go buy. Seriously. You won’t regret it.
Matt Alber, Monarch

Years Of Refusal, Morrissey
At this point in my life, buying a new Morrissey album is pretty much a nervous reflex. It comes out, I see it, I buy it. I listen to it a few times, a couple of songs end up not sounding like every other song he’s done since the Smiths broke-up, they make it onto my mp3 player or drive-time mix-discs, and I go on my way until the next Morrissey album drops. Except, every three or four albums, he seems to get some of his old mojo back and something really special comes along. This one…well, it’s not quite there, to be honest. But it’s the closest ol’ Moz has gotten to a “no filler” album in quite some time. In fact, if you cut out the the self-pitying to the point of self-parody Imm throwing my arms around Paris and the equally cliche and obligatory “dead girl-friend” song When last I spoke to Carol, you get a really tight, good album.

Lady Antebellum
It’s fairly rare for me to find a contemporary country-album I actually really like. Most of what I hear is utterly drab to my ears, when it’s not reactionary garbage. And, sadly, I’m not quite gay enough to get into the Dixie Chicks. So I was fairly surprised to stumble across this album last year and then found myself liking it a lot. It’s very commercial country on the surface, but something about it gives it an appeal beyond disposable pop. Which the best pop tends to do anyway, but it still feels fairly rare for the country music scene to produce something like that, as most of the acts coming out of Nashville these days feel more studio and marketing contrived than the latest single from an American Idol also-ran, or worse, AI winner. It elude me a little, what exactly I find so appealing about this album, but I look at it this way; it’s nearly a year old, and it’s still getting played, a lot, by me.

3 Balloons, Stephen Lynch
The trick with singing comedy is that you’ve got to be both funny and able to sing. And thick-skinned enough to be looked down on by “real” comedians and “real” musicians. Lynch can sing and he’s funny, and he’s been at this long enough now that he’s clearly been able to hold up against the slings and arrows crowd. But…on the whole, this isn’t quite up to par with his last two albums. Certain songs are funny. But more of them feel…strained. As if we’re expected to just accept that there’s a joke in there somewhere. The one stand-out exception is America, which is a full-on, Phil Ochs style patriotic folk-song of such fury and anger, expressed via irony and sarcasm, with a quiet reminder of what the real America is all about, that it’s almost startling. I honestly didn’t think Lynch had that sort of thing in him, and it’s astoundingly good and promising, if that’s a direction he decides to go in with his music.

Oh, what the heck, have a Matt Alber video:

Pal Mark, author of the Dorothy comic, is brilliant!

Hey, look! A Muxtape!

(Yes, this is what we in the biz call a “lazy post.”)

Some ideas won’t leave me alone until I do something with them…