My boy Jason Mraz has a new album out and I’m waiting for Amazon to deliver my disc, but please watch this and enjoy…
This guy’s pretty amazing. Please trust me and give it a listen.
Jason Mraz has a new album that came out in May, so I’m gettin’ back to the Mraz zone for a little while.
I love the performances from this concert. When I first ran across them on YouTube, he was talking about being at a jazz festival, so I assumed that’s what it was, but I dug a little tiny bit deeper and it turns out it was a private concert over in Europe for like 75 people at a big party, so he really went outside.
Sometimes I wonder why I still blog, but then I see a few search results like my most recent visitors’ locations, and I think, “What the heck were they thinking,” but it sure keeps me going.
On Cinco de Mayo our local supermarket had El Mexicano Pork Chorizo for $1.50 each, so, almost having taken the sobriquet of “Snausage Guy” instead of “Asparagus Pee Guy,” I couldn’t resist.
I always get this mixed up with Linguica, which I definitely prefer, and I was a little surprised when I went to cook it that the casing was clear plastic that you actually had to remove.
The plot thickened when I read the ingredients list:
- Pork Salivary Glands
- Pork Lymph Nodes
- Fat (cheek)
- Short list of spices (paprika, chile, garlic, sodium nitrate)
But see, I have this theory of nutrition that says there are trace elements and unique proteins in almost everything, so, salivary glands and cheek fat, I mean, what the heck – what if there’s something in there that prevents cancer or West Nile in the same way that vitamin C prevents scurvy and D prevents rickets?
Of course, it’s not doing my heartburn or gout any good (hey, I’m old, so lay off), but I like it a lot better than this guy: Chorizo Crawl on Chowhound.
I was ignorant of Nick Cave until I heard him talking with Terry Gross on NPR this morning – I sure wish more people were writing lyrics like “I don’t believe in an interventionist God,” including me.
Anyway, it’s a good song – give it a listen.
Update: Ok, so no comments, but come on – listen to the line where he says “I want to walk like Christ in grace and love and guide you into my arms.” and try not to like this song.
So, I’m watching American Idol™ this evening, and I’m looking at Mariah Carey and thinking, “Hey, I used to really like Mariah Carey, but it made me think again about my old roommate telling me she had a six or seven octave range…
Well, I can personally produce sounds, some admittedly quite ugly, over what, on a good day, approaches a 5-octave range, from a low note that is about a half-step lower than the guy on Elvis’s “Way on Down” to a note that I can barely whistle, and I can produce any note along that 4.9 octave scale (which is only possible because I found a way to suck the air in instead of out and cheat-squeak a half-ocave or so beyond my regular fasetto that underlaps my lowest whistle by a note or two. (I do this when I imitate Paul imitating Little Richard, and I’m pretty sure Paul does too.)
Wikipedia had a cool page about “whistle-register”, and Mariah has a song on her debut CD called Someday, where she definitely sings higher than I thought people could whistle, and higher than I can whistle by close to an octave, but after that, what’s the point? Dog whistles?
Again, definitely not knocking MC – she’s undoubtably one of the greatest singer/songwriters of our era. I’m just sayin’…
I listened to her first CD again tonight, and I have to say that I think she is probably the most effortless, if not the best, singer of our generation, but I was very disappointed that it seemed obvious to me that she lip-synched her AI performance this evening, and I can’t think of any reason why that would be necessary unless she was sick.
“I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.”
– Umberto Eco
So, at this point, my 4-to-Go for tomorrow’s show are: Luke Menard, Jason Yeager, Kady Malloy, and Amy Davis. Place your bets.