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best of 2002

i’ve had a really hard time thinking of what i should nominate for remor.com‘s best albums of 2002 list. there are a few stand outs, but i guess i just feel that maybe i haven’t heard a lot of stuff this year. so, i’m making a list of stuff that i heard this year briefly and kinda liked, or that other people recommend to see if it makes the cut after another listen.

Girls Against Boys – You Can’t Fight What You Can’t See

Enon – High Society

Atmosphere – God Loves Ugly

Black Heart Procession – Amore del Tropico

Sage Francis – Personal Journals

Against Me – Reinventing Axl Rose

Mastodon – Remission

Sicari – Inside These City Walls a Rising Storm

Memento Mori 12″

Belle & Sebastian – Storytelling

Justin Sane – Life, Love, and the Pursuit of Justice

The Get Up Kids – On a Wire

Deseperacidos – Read Music/Speak Spanish

High On Fire – Surrounded By Thieves

The Fucking Champs – V

Allec Empire – Intelligence and Sacrifice

Coheed and Cambria – The Second Stage Turbine Blade

The Blood Brothers – March On Eletric Children

The Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton – Irony is a Dead Scene

… And You Will Know Us By The Trail of Dead – Source Tags and Codes

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weekly music listening tally

in a little project for remor.com, i’m making a list of music i’ve been listening to this week. this stuff will most likely reflect me trying to make decisions about what i’ll contribute to remor’s best albums of 2002.

Against Me – Reinventing Axl Rose (best of 2002 candidate)

American Football – American Football

Girls Against Boys – You Can’t Fight What You Can’t See (best of 2002 candidate)

Nazum

Alec Empire – Intelligence and Sacrifice

Sage Francis – Personal Journals

Mos Def/Talib Kweli – Blackstar

This American Life – Home Movies

The Blood Brothers – March on Electric Children

The Dillinger Escape Plan with Mike Patton – Irony is a Dead Scene

Coheed And Cambria – Second Stage Turbine Blad

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my father is willy loman

black friday. buy nothing day is a dismal failure as i am now the proud owner of a new pair of toothbrushes. i’m sitting in the back of the family minivan in dayton, oh because my dad wanted to come down here to inquire about an archival position at wright state. it’s not like he had an interview or anything, he just figured that he was in ohio so he’d check it out. i guess that the whole teaching thing and the crazy administrative hoops he has to jump through are turning him back towards his previous profession. i swore i heard him say once that he’d never go back to academia.

so we drive up to the campus which is empty because the kids, presumably like tim and i, are on thanksgiving break. so my dad leaves the car to go scope things out or whatever it is that he does when he’s in mission mode. tim and i stay in the car talking to my mom and reading 100% #4, bicycles for afghanistan #7, and scrag #24. spending more time with mikael and chad, who write the latter two publications refernced above has made me appreciate zines beyond just liking the idea of them and has made me really love the content.

about 1/2 hour later, my dad comes back to the car and he’s pretty excited. i guess he got to talk to the archivist there, who is like the head of the search committee for the position he’s interested in and he gave her his resume. and then he just starts talking as if he already has the position. he talks about how he dropped hints about his skills and background, he talks about how this place is totally different than dickinson, he talks about the exciting opportunity of working with the wright brothers collection, he talks about medical benefits, he talks about salaries. it’s like he’s trying to sell moving to ohio and taking this job to my mom, when he hasn’t even applied for it.

maybe he’s just excited, and maybe he does have a good chance of getting this job. maybe his unorthodox methods of searching out people, and circumventing normal procedure really do work better. maybe he seems like someone who is refreshingly enthusiastic and not some slightly odd pest. i’d like to believe all of those things, but for some reason i can’t. i don’t know when it happened, but at some point i stopped believing my father. now it just seems that he’s a man who creates these ideas of hope, of opportunity, of fulfillment to augment an existance that unfortunately seems to be wanting of any of those three things. i guess whenever i hear my dad get excited about something i can never be excited for him because i’m always wondering where reality ends and where self-deception begins.

a phone call from a friend

wednesday night and my parents have just shown up. we’re about to go to bed when the phone rings. my brother brings me the phone and says that it’s adam. “ward?” i ask. tim says he doesn’t think so. so it had to be the only other adam i really know, a former partner in crime, a former skate buddy, a former bandmate, and a kid i haven’t talked to in years. i guess i’d heard stories about him from friends. that he was going to school at temple and kicking ass at it, but i certainly didn’t expect a call. i still look back nostalgically on my friendships from high school and the thhings we did, but i doubted whether i still remeained relevent to those people. well it turns out that most of the old crew from high school was at a party at someone’s house, and my ex-ex-girlfriend lisa was there and my name came up. adam was a little drunk and wanted to give me a call. lisa had the number and so i found myself on the other end of the line with a kid whose voice i hadn’t heard in ages and who i, at one point in my life, easily considered my best friend. the phone conversation wasn’t too long because i was really tired, and more than a little overwhelmed. i caught up on what he was doing, which was pretty much what the stories i had heard had said. i couldn’t help but gush about the video project and my new band. it was cool. we agreed that we would have to get together when i cam back to pa for xmas. he put sandy on the phone, an old skate kid who i hadn’t really heard from since the summer after my freshman year of college. we had a similar conversation and i was real excited to hear that he still skated. again, plans for an xmas break rendevous were made. xmas break is going to be so much cooler than i thought it would be.

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good stuff from jason

my buddy jason, who’s interning in the trenches in the district directed me towards a few gems:

1. john ashcroft being a complete hypocrite about internet privacy. campare what then senator ashcroft said here with his current tune.

2. a snippet of conversation about war, leaders, and the general populace between allied intelligence officer Gustave Gilbert and uber-nazi war criminal Hermann Goering. this excerpt is from Gilbert’s memoir Nuremberg Diary.

We got around to the subject of war again and I said that, contrary to his attitude, I did not think that the common people are very thankful for leaders who bring them war and destruction.

“Why, of course, the people don’t want war,” Goering shrugged. “Why would some poor slob on a farm want to risk his life in a war when the best that he can get out of it is to come back to his farm in one piece. Naturally, the common people don’t want war; neither in Russia nor in England nor in America, nor for that matter in Germany. That is understood. But, after all, it is the leaders of the country who determine the policy and it is always a simple matter to drag the people along, whether it is a democracy or a fascist dictatorship or a Parliament or a Communist dictatorship.”

“There is one difference,” I pointed out. “In a democracy the people have some say in the matter through their elected representatives, and in the United States only Congress can declare wars.”

“Oh, that is all well and good, but, voice or no voice, the people can always be brought to the bidding of the leaders. That is easy. All you have to do is tell them they are being attacked and denounce the pacifists for lack of patriotism and exposing the country to danger. It works the same way in any country.

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So I showed the video to my parents tonight. They responded kind of how
I expected. My mom said she liked it, but didn’t really react much to
it, My dad was critical of it in the sort of arbitrary,
non-constructive way that tim can sometimes be. Underneath all his hot
air, however, he did touch on some ideas that I want to think about
more.

He didn’t like the quotation at the beginning of the film, because he
said he didn’t feel compelled to think about it again by what happens
during the film.

He suggested that I use some quote from Christopher Columbus’ journal.
I think that this is a bad idea for a number of reasons, but I think his
initial criticism is valid. People get the allusions to Christopher
Columbus, but they don’t always get the quotation or how that, as it
relates to the Christopher character is the main theme in the movie. I
really like the quote, and I think it suggests what I want the project
to mean, but I could see how the rest of the video doesn’t build upon
that theme clearly enough.

I think pretty much the only way (and given our conversations from as
early as the providence trip, the right way) to address this is through
added narration both at the beginning of the film, and maybe throughout
the film. To me, this should be the main priority for when you get
back. We should just sit down together over some coffee and decide what
we want to do.

Talking with my dad also brought up an interesting question. Who are we
making this film for. I mean, some of the themes are a direct extension
of my experience as a youth and my time spent in columbus, but I guess
I’d like the film to make sense to other people, or rather be meaningful
to other people. I’d even like it to be meaningful to people who aren’t
punk kids, or aren’t kids, or don’t live in Columbus. If it fails at
“reaching” any of these groups, I’m not terribly upset, but it would be
nice if we could get our ideas across to as many people as possible.

So, my question to you is:

Do you think our video is thematically accessible to a wide range of
viewers?

If not

Do you think that matters?

or

How can we clarify our intent in order to improve the accessibility of
the “message” of the project without being ham-fisted?

Maybe I’m taking things too seriously, because lord knows, my dad can be
an idiot. But I guess I just feel that if we can make people like my
dad (in my mind, the worst-case scenario viewer) at least clearly
understand our intent (though not neccessarily agree with it or identify
with it), the video will be better for it.

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thanksgiving at the legion of decency

my mom and dad came over to visit from pa. my uncle came down from toledo for the feast, and tim invited chad and mikael over since they were both stuck in empty houses for the holiday. we made a tofurky, some wasabi mashed potatoes, and some vegan gravy amongst tons of other great food (e.g. my mom’s awesome homemade cherry pie). we ate enough to feel uncomfortably full and apparently enough to give me the farts.

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the kids 7 – college football 0

walking home from stephen’s (after his apartment had inexplicably been overrun by high school bmxers who ejaculated drunken gems like “give me some fucking beef jerky” and “i want to fuck a fat bitch” – at least it was good to see paul and matt again), we came upon a ridiculous banner hanging from some college house that read “ann arbour is a whore”. will, brian, and i promptly removed the banner from it’s house and whisked the pilfered goods back to my house. it wasn’t until we fully examined the banner that it’s true offensiveness was revealed. other than the horribly sexist slogan, the banner featured a rough drawing of a naked woman with ridiculously rendered breasts and a michigan logo, making some lewd comment or another. it looks like the thing a 10 year old boy might draw for the amusement of his friends at the slumber party. i wish i could be there to see the house’s reaction when they realize that their concoction of what looked like $20+ of felt has vanished in the night.