All posts tagged: Dw. Dunphy

Recollections of 2010: Guided by Voices

If there was an event in this passing year that I wish I could have attended, it would have been the “classic” lineup reunion tour of Guided By Voices. This would have been the line-up most recognized for the albums Propeller (1992), Bee Thousand (1994), Alien Lanes (1995) and Under The Bushes, Under The Stars (1996) and most notably featuring Tobin Sprout as a co-contributor. Sprout was always a good foil for GBV headman Robert Pollard. The former was folkie and poppy, where the latter liked louder guitars and sometimes drifted into proggy tangents. Of course, these wouldn’t be evident until later on (of around, let’s say, Mag Earwhig (1997), when Sprout was gone and most of the band was replaced by indie glammers Cobra Verde ) but the tendencies were there in those early 4-track cassette recordings. Unlike a lot of GBV die-hards, I also have an appreciation for the over-produced major-minor days on TVT Records, as well as the subsequent return to Matador Records, when the band name was finally retired (and to …

50CCM50, Part Three

Well, this is getting to be a pretty lousy habit, now isn’t it? Coming into the middle part of December, I had severe computer and Internet connectivity problems, my car’s radiator was leaking severely, my dog ate my homework, I ran out of gas, I, I had a flat tire, I didn’t have enough money for cab fare, my tux didn’t come back from the cleaners, an old friend came in from out of town, someone stole my car, there was an earthquake! A terrible flood! Locusts! IT WASN’T MY FAULT!! (Stay tuned for a very special Consumerism column where I go into detail about the one in that list that’s the real problem, and the other that’s becoming so.) At any rate, There is something that needs to be addressed here, and that is the list of albums that nearly made it, but not quite. If the list was 75 items long, they’d surely be here but, for one reason or another, I couldn’t quite fit them in. Daniel Amos – Darn Floor Big …

Dw. Dunphy On… Crawling Through a Winter Wonderland

Hey, East Coast, are you feeling a little European today? It’s the last great Blizzard of 2010, folks. I have just finished digging out our driveway (thanks to the neighbors for the snow blowing, shovel assistance and the salt) and the sun has come out. Even so, with a six-foot drift in the backyard, icy winds blowing and the main roads still awaiting a plowing and salting, now may be a good time to try out that Wii you got for Christmas, or maybe hit Netflix for some movies. Here then are some movies you may not want to rent today. The Shining (1980) – The Stanley Kubrick classic based on Stephen King’s novel about a family taking care of a hotel for the winter. Hijinks ensue when the ghosts of the manse, as well as the snow outside and the stir craziness inside, start to take their toll. Writer Jack Torrence (Jack Nicholson) seethes, hyperventilates and hacks away, terrifying his wife and son. This is not a feel-good snowball fight kind of flick. Misery …

Three Lovable Flops: The Philadelphia Experiment, Krull and Buckaroo Banzai

I have a soft spot for some of the near-misses from the 1980’s, typically big-concept genre movies that were either too earnest, too cheap, too goofy or too Too for their own good. Sometimes they win you over on merit and other times, it’s just a matter of crying “uncle” and letting the insanity win. I will leave it to you to decide if these three films have what it takes to be flop-classics, or just plain flops. The Philadelphia Experiment (1984) Briefly, two WWII Navy guys are swept into the future (circa 1984) when the experiment to radar-cloak warships goes awry. David Herdeg (Michael Pare) and Jimmy Parker (Bobby DiCicco, who was a primary actor in another lovable bomb, Steven Spielberg’s 1941) are being sucked back into a time vortex, on a molecular level, where their ship and a chunk of a town are trapped. Yes, it is just as daft as it sounds. Along for the ride is Nancy Allen as Allison, cute and red-haired, with a mousy-behavior and an inclination toward eye-humping …

Popdose 2010: Dw. Dunphy’s Top Albums

2010 was a difficult year for music, despite there being so much of it to choose from. Some high profile albums made no mark on me, while some that crept in under doorway became obsessions. There were albums from other years that arrived and had the same effect, but for the purposes of this rundown, I have focused solely on releases from the calendar year 2010. So here we go! 10. TIE – How I Got Over – The Roots: It’s become a mantra around here – The Roots can do anything they want. On this album, they prove it once again. Something for Everybody – Devo: All Devo had to do was sound like themselves without flaccidly mimicking their older material. Amazingly, they pulled it off. 9. We’re Here Because We’re Here – Anathema: It doesn’t matter that they’re light years away from their black metal roots. Anathema’s return brings beauty, guitar firepower, positive energy and an incredible track like “Dreaming Light” to an already transformative discography. 8. Heaven Is Whenever – The Hold …

Dw. Dunphy On… “Symphonica Transistori” and “Built on the Bones EP”

It was a tough day, the day I finally realized I’d never make a living as a musician. I think it was my 40th birthday when it happened. I woke up to find myself chronologically 40, but not really feeling like it or interpreting myself as such. I still had crystal clear recollections of elementary school days, so how could it be that I was four decades on? Hell, I still remember meeting Carol McLean that first day back at River Plaza, and her threat that she was ready to “kick my third-grade ass.” By sixth grade, she was still threatening that, and was probably completely unaware of the crush I had developed over her. Ah, but I always was a fool for the redheads. Now there, at 40, and here at 41, I would have thought such details would have drifted out of my head and into the ozone by now, and so it hardly feels like I could have turned a corner away from the possibilities of making music and a living at …

Dw. Dunphy On… Trailers Gone Wild

There’s one thing you have to say about the editors of movies and their trailers, and by extension, those who score the movies afterward. Even if the director has an iron hand and insists on leaving his mark indelibly on a production, it is the post-production team that puts the fire on the brand. If there’s any question of this, take note of another YouTube video subgenre, the trailer re-cut. As seen below, with a forceful vision, a convincing soundtrack and maybe a slight tinting trick or two, you can turn a movie trailer inside out. Here are some examples to clarify the point. Mrs. Doubtfire as psychological thriller. She seemed like the perfect nanny, but the eyes can lie! Happy Gilmore as inspirational sports flick. He’s just a guy with a dream. The Shining as family/rom-com. A little bit o’ love can drive you crazy. Mary Poppins as horror flick. A spoonful of sugar helps the demons go down. And Sleepless In Seattle… And Uncle Buck… But not The Ring. And finally, we know …

CD Review: Michael Jackson, “Michael”

In time travel movies, the big difficulty the characters are always¬† concerned about is the paradox. Don’t do this, this or that or else you’ll bring on a paradox, it’ll destroy time-space and we’ll all cease to exist, etc. and so on. There are paradoxes in reality too, impossible to reconcile so easily as “don’t cross your mother and father in the 1950’s.” Try this one: the first posthumous collection from Michael Jackson, titled Michael without a hint of irony or levity, would have brought back his career based on the music, but first he had to die. I wasn’t a fan of Invincible, his last studio album in life. I thought it was leaden and disjointed. It did not have a single song on it that grabbed me and, consequently, I found it easily forgettable. Yet at that time, his controversies and scandals were still front-and-center and yes, no matter how much someone wants to deny that has an effect on the decision-making process, it certainly does. In some twisted way, his death made …