Monday, April 24, 2023

April's Secret Life of Objects: Freddie and Deaky Funkos

Aaaaaa-yo, Deaky! Where's Rog and Bri?

Back in 2019 when I was in treatment for breast cancer, I relied on musical oncology in the form of Queen. I made various playlists, listened to radio program Seaside Rendezvous online out of England, binged on the movie Bohemian Rhapsody, watched youtube concert videos, skated to Killer Queen, and rekindled my retro-crush on John Deacon, picking up where I left off from the Back Chat video in 1982. 

When it came time to thank the girls at work for helping me get through the worst of it, I purchased the band in Funko Pop form and gifted each member: Carrie got Roger Taylor, Peg got Brian May, Sally got Freddie Mercury, and I kept Deaky for myself, of course. 

Since then, Peg moved up to University Communications and took Brian with her. Carrie moved out of the quad into an office with Roger. Sally retired and couldn't bear to break up the band, so she regifted Freddie to me. Deaky? Deaky got a disco ball for Christmas to hang off his bass guitar, and the two of them keep me company now that I am coming back in the office two/three times a week. 

The retro-crush is waning, and I'm not listening to Queen as much, but I still have a soft spot for John Richard Deacon. I’m personally digging the cutie jamming to Cool Cat in the Amazon commercial.  

Tuesday, April 18, 2023

Scorekeeping for the Whitecaps

Saturday game at the Whitecaps and we say to Jim the GM, can we go up in the scoreboard? 

Look at that view! 

Old school Caps chair, waaaaay up in the air. 

The boys appreciated the seeing-eye view of the field.

Left-field selfies!

Bubble ball is hilarious out here. 

Watching the game through the 8th inning score. 

Jeff the scorekeeper. 

Yes, we all took turns changing numbers on the board. They are lightweight sheets of aluminum that slide in and lock into place. Each number is kept in a bin on the other side of the walkway. I got to put the winning runs on the board in the seventh! 

Will hanging out, ready to set the Tigers up on the board. 

I think I found my retirement job. I could show up daily watching baseball and changing numbers. 

Friday, April 14, 2023

Why Art Matters: Ranking Beatles Album Covers

The Beatles made career decisions that came from being working-class kids. They hated the idea of teenagers with little pocket money buying albums with a couple of singles, the rest filler. So they were insistent on putting a quality album out that was worth the purchase. 

This attitude was also reflected in their cover art. They were always looking for something more. And as I was indulging in the rereleased deluxe boxed sets for Abbey Road, the White Album, and Revolver, I asked myself: what were my favorite album covers? 

Since I'm some sort of Parlophone/EMI purist snob, I'm not going to include the U.S. releases (Beatles made their thoughts known with the butcher cover) nor the anthologies, although I think it was crappy to cut Pete off the cover of volume one, Klaus. 



With the Beatles gets my top spot. It was inspired by Astrid Kircherr's half-lit photo experiments from their days in Germany, the image taken by Robert Freeman. It captures their youth, the playfulness of wearing beatnik turtlenecks, their handsomeness, and a bit of aloof coolness. Iconic. I had the t-shirt and a mousepad I used at one job after another until I wore Ringo’s face off.


I've always loved the Abbey Road album cover, as it appeared that the band, in lock-step, was heading into the studio. Dressed differently from one another, they represented each one bringing something new and individualistic with them. Then someone pointed out to me that they were walking AWAY from the studio, and the image became even more poignant. What an ending. 

The White Album has sold 24 million copies, and the serial number was a joke, a limited edition in the millions. This is the point where they were really getting tired of being Beatles, and the look, or lack thereof, inspired people to listen closer. 

Recently, the album was part of an art installation that looks like a small record shop featuring nothing but White Albums recovered from thrift stores and garage sales, the wear and tear of each telling its own story. When the remastered box set was released, I got number 0020828 and made my own t-shirt

Rubber Soul's cool factor, as told by McCartney, is a happy accident. The photographer was showing the band images from this photo shoot, and the cardboard he was projecting on slipped and tilted, resulting in an elongated image. They loved it.

How does my favorite album slip to number 5? I don't know Revolver, I'm sorry. Klaus Voorman's pen and ink art is wonderful, the collage is clever, and even the name is a play on what a record does on a turntable. I love this but this is where you are. It's like judging a competitive group of Senior Ladies, no matter how many clean triple/triples, sometimes even the best finish off the podium. 

Stills from a photo shoot that was used over the end credits to A Hard Days Night. Another look that has been imitated and duplicated, which may lead to why it's a little lower in my rankings. Still love it, but it’s been done. 

Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band is so familiar, that I think it suffers in my ranking as a result. It's been parodied time and again. It has been featured I don't know how many times on the cover of Rolling Stone magazine, including a version that moves, I still have it. I'm glad Stu is there.


George Harrison hated it, but Please Please Me still managed to squeak into iconic status for various reasons. This was reused for the Greatest Hits 62-66, known among fans as the Red Album. There's more to this in reference to Let it Be, below. Plus, any garage band with access to a stairwell has replicated this. 


Beatles for Sale tells the tale in their weary, cautious faces of the price they paid early on for being Beatles. It's the last original studio album to feature them performing covers of other artists' work, showing they didn't have the time to create. Even the ones that aren't so great are intriguing. 

You think HELP! is clever until you realize that they are actually spelling NUJV. C'mon lads, flag semaphore aficionados needed accuracy with this one. 


They dialed it in for the Yellow Submarine cartoon, and thus the album cover was too. Still, this was a cool piece of avant-garde animation for the late 60s. I told Dave we could get a Blu-Ray player as soon as they cleaned this up and released it. Promises kept. I did get a limited-edition poster with it too. 

Oy, this cover is lazy. Let it Be as a title works better than the original Get Back; one signifies an end while the other is a return to the beginning, which we know was not the case with this album. Still, George looks hot. How well it would have bookended their career had they used the hippie stairwell photo as intended. 

Instead, it was used for Greatest Hits 66-70 or The Blue Album. The two photos superimposed over each other were used for the eventual release of last year's documentary and looking back 50 years ago, Get Back works as a title. Whew. 


And finally... 

Magical Mystery Tour is a dog to me in more ways than one.

Sunday, April 9, 2023

April Playlist: Spin the Choice

Keren, Sara, Siobhan - hell yeah she's got it

Exhibits A-I of diva power a full 10 years before the Girls of Spice

I really need to expand my music choices, I am in a classic rock rut. I'm not blaming Queen or The Beatles, but when you release a fantastic biopic and an engaging documentary, you're going to get sucked in. 

But I'm making a switch on my radio dial, and have been listening to Nü rock instead of classic rock. The local station recently replaced Tony Gates for a guy who is, frankly, a jackass. A bully, even. I just can't listen to him anymore. 

So I'm struggling to write a playlist this month, nothing is sticking and I'm already tired of Incubus and Seven Mary Three. Do I head back over to the world of music on WYCE? 

I used "spin the choice" on my iPhone to list the songs I landed on, flipping from A to Z. That means the newest song maybe two years old since I haven't bought too much new music lately. And this will be a list sans Fabs or Deaky, sorry boys.

All the Good Girls, Billie Ellish - mmkay, someone new

Bad, U2 - an excellent choice, alas it's over 30 years old

Crackerman, Stone Temple Pilots - another song old enough for a mortgage and a divorce

Don't Leave My Mind, Azure Ray - I think it's one of those free songs with purchase from Starbucks before Taylor Swift raised a stink about giving the art away

(next spin landed on Find My Way by Paul McCartney, a new song from 2021 but he's a Fab so he's OUT)

Get the Paper, Your Old Droog - little hip hop about reading the paper with coffee, unexpected

Handel: Water Music, London Symphony Orchestra - it's a classic jam

I Gotcha, Joe Tex - from the best Valentine ever, my 70s Soul Box

The Lazy Song, Bruno Mars - I think this was released in the last 10 years and lazy indeed

Not Fade Away, The Rolling Stones - I'm up to 1982 in Keith Richards' biography Life. I'm enthralled with his stories of the creative process and the industry, less than so when he talks about his drug addiction

Only the Lonely, The Motels - heavy rotation on MTV in the 80s

Passive Manipulation, The White Stripes - a rare turn at the mike for Meg

Saturday Night, The Bay City Rollers - I DID skate to it and decided it wasn't what I wanted to put on the ice

Venus, Bananarama - "Goddess on the mountaintop, burning like a silver flame..." I was HERE for those dance moves

When She Begins, Social Distortion - the best part about seeing The Ramones live back in 1993 was when they were the opening act

You Just May be the One, The Monkees - career revival 5.0 coming this week on AXS-TV, as the sitcom has been added to its retro Friday night lineup

100%, Sonic Youth - from the only Sweetest Day present I ever received

Monday, April 3, 2023

Typing Out Loud: Graduation T-Shirt Quilt

So I made a few mom friends through Will. Nikki, his friend Gio's mom, noticed I've made a few t-shirt quilts over the years. Could I make one for his big sister Sofia? 

Okay... bring me your box. I took an evening at the cottage to use my sewing chalk and quilting square to measure and cut the t-shirts down. 

I sorted the shirts and pieced them in such a way that I didn't have any one color touching, all while trying to distribute school, bands, dance, and theatre squares evenly. 

Stitched the top together! 

Then came the puzzle of the batting. What she provided me with was a tied fleece blanket. It was, however, too small, so I had to untie the fleece and stitch them into one long piece of batting. The backing was easy, she brought a tie-dyed pink twin flat sheet. Reuse and recycle people! 

Next, I had to layer the pieces together - batting, back, and top outside facing in. 

Because I was dealing with 4 way stretch jersey, fleece, and cotton, the only way to keep it all together without falling askew was to pin it, which I hate, because I'm lazy. I let the pieces rest together (if that's a thing), to allow them to, I dunno, get to know each other. 

Then I stitched the whole thing together! Again, since I'm lazy, I like to hit the pedal full throttle and get it done as fast as possible, which is always a mistake. I made a deal with myself to slow down and let the machine pick the pace.  After completing each side seam, I removed the pins, smoothed the whole thing down, and repinned if necessary. It really didn't take that much more time, and I was able to stitch the three sides and 3/4 of the bottom seam so smoothly, that I was able to turn it inside out in a matter of minutes, and fold over the last square to sew it shut. 

Actual hand quilting! I used durable quilting thread to hand-stitch the t-shirt corners in order to hold the batting in place.

Just a quick stitch and tie. 

Wrapped up and ready for Sofia! 

Saturday, April 1, 2023

April's Song: Bracket to Counter

Goal: write a song a month, with the resolve to not self-edit or worry if it’s crap. Let's write this one with my folkie favorite Christine Lavin in mind. This is the month I should be going to adult nationals; instead, I'm home. 

Light tracings on a light blue canvas,

Frost scraped away. 

Sharp edges pushing and pulling, 

The effort for the day.


A melody of twists and turns, 

For it's poetry laid on ice. 

Bracket to counter, a sustained glide, 

This dance is my one true vice. 


It's a symphony of movement, 

With clever athletic leaps. 

Jumps named for former greats,

A legacy we are bound to keep. 


Do I do it for the cheers?

Maybe just a bit.

Do I do it for the medals? 

I admit they give me a lift. 


But I do it for the movement, 

The clever athletic leaps, 

A chance to prove I can be great, 

Pride in myself I keep. 

That's It, Just One Line - Landslide

"Can I sail through the changing ocean tides, can I handle the seasons of my life?"