This book is fun and a fairly easy read. It definitely could be classified as "Young Adult" lit. I liked it just fine, although there's nothing particularly outstanding to write home about. #SPOILER -- STOP READING HERE[leave plenty of room for a sequel or three as there is no real resolution, not to the major issue at hand. That said, there's barely a resolution to many of the smaller issues. That's not necessarily a bad thing; not everything has to be wrapped up neatly in a bow. (hide spoiler)]
McCullough does [eave plenty of room for a sequel or three as there is no real resolution, not to the major issue at hand. That said, there's barely a resolution to many of the smaller issues. That's not necessarily a bad thing; not everything has to be wrapped up neatly in a bow.
If you have a day to spare and like superheroes, give it a try.
A quote I highlighted (and good to know): "for the record, fresh scabweb tastes like condensed essence of armpit."
In the epic debate of Train versus Maroon 5, I am firmly on the side of Train. I have already documented Maroon 5's history of disturbing, misogynistic lyrics. And I've liked Train since their early "Meet Virginia" days. It's a fun, quirky song. And then they had "Drops of Jupiter" -- still quirky, but possibly with more meaning to it. And we can't forget "Soul Sister." It literally has a refrain of Leonard's uncle's band -- what's not to like? And "Save Me, San Francisco"? Fantastic. Hell, Train has even put out wines with names that complement their songs, and even my mother-in-law enjoys them.
But sometimes,....sometimes Pat Monaghan and the gang really test my loyalty. I have to wonder if the Train boys sometimes think, "Hey, I wonder what would happen if we took X and added Z, but then did Y?" Like, they purposely set out to riff off of another song, but not quite. Music isn't algebra, friends. And just because you can do something doesn't mean you should. Case in point: Train's "50 Ways to Say Goodbye."
The title clearly indicates that this is their "version" of Paul Simon's "50 Ways to Leave Your Lover" (or "love your lever," as the Muppets prefer it); however, while Simon's song is about leaving/breaking up, Train's song takes a darker turn (despite an attempt at levity) by documenting all the different way to say said ex-lover died:
She went down in an airplane
Fried getting suntan
Fell in a cement mixer full of quicksand
Help me, help me, I'm no good at goodbyes!
She met a shark under water
Fell and no one caught her
So, not exactly a family-friendly interpretation of Paul Simon's classic, I guess. But it gets worse because now we have to talk about the actual music.
Using our algebra problem from before, it goes something like this: "Let's take 'Phantom of the Opera,' add a mariachi band, and then 'pay homage' to Paul Simon's song!" If you don't believe me, here is the actual sheet music for comparison:
Up first, Andrew Lloyd Webber's "Phantom of the Opera" from my "Easy Piano" book from high school (stop judging me!):
I know it's a little hard to read, but I did highlight the notes for you. In the key of D minor (one flat), we have:
A
D
A
C
B flat
B flat
And now the Train music (most of which is previews because I wasn't willing to buy an entire song just for the exercise of this blog post):
We definitely nailed the mariachi part as it's even noted here (marked inred). Again, I highlighted the notes for you, in the key of Eb Minor:
B
E
B
B
C
C
A
D
A
A
B
B
The music theory scholars among you (which I am absolutely note) will probably already notice the similarities. But we can transpose the music (thanks again, MusicNotes.com!) and get, well, the exact same listing at the ALW song:
And it really gets going when ALW gets to the lyrics "And do I dream again? For now I find" and Pat sings "You said it's meant to be / That it's not you, it's me / You're leaving now for my own good."
Okay, fine, it's not the exact same notes as there are some minor differences1 (pun intended), but if you don't listen to the Train song and not want to singing "The Phaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaantom OfTheOperaIsHeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeere," I don't know what to do with you.
But that's not all. Then Train came out with another pop-y song that had a distinct 1960s bubble-gum sound to it. And I couldn't quite place it...
Oh fuck me, it's "Heart & Soul"!!! We all learned to play it fairly soon in our (however short-lived) piano-playing careers, especially after this scene came out in 1988:
C'mon, Train! That just seems like you were out of fucks to give and again decided to play musical algebra. And I might be willing to forgive if the lyrics were interesting or clever. But:
Play that song
The one that makes me go all night long
The one that makes me think of you
That's all you gotta do
Hey, mister DJ when you gonna spin it
My baby's favorite record she been waiting for a minute
She invited all her friends and I'm buying all the rounds
And they're all dolled up
DJ please don't let me down
When you gonna play that song, now
When you gonna earn that pay
When you gonna play that song and make my day
I'm gonna go ahead and ignore the sexual connotations of "makes me go all night long" for now and move on to the horrible position he's putting the DJ in. It's cool to request songs, but when you start badgering the DJ to play the song(s) you want, they will put you at the bottom of the list real quick (if not ignore you altogether).
It's not his/her fault you apparently are trying to impress your girlfriend and her friends with...what? Your relationship with the DJ? If you really want to impress her, you could try playing (actual) music yourself, rather than relying on a DJ to do your dirty work. Y'know, especially since "they're all dolled up" (read: "What the fuck does their appearance have to do with anything in the context of this song?!?")
And since you took "Heart & Soul" to write this song, does this mean your "baby's favorite record" is..."Heart & Soul"? If so, you may want to reevaluate some things, including this particular romantic relationship.
And it's shit like this, Train, that makes me look foolish for continuing to pick you over Maroon 5. Next up: Why Matchbox 20 is better than both of you2.
1 I could go further into the music analysis, but frankly, even I'm bored already. 2 Not really. I mean I love their music, too, but I don't have a compelling argument to make. I just wanted an excuse to include the Saturday Night Live sketch "Maroon 5 versus Train," but I can't find it online :-(
School for Sidekicks by Kelly McCullough
