Saturday Jams: After the Flood!

Considering time
stretches, runs, and falls away —
cracking, chipping paint;
and the walls underneath beg
for color to no avail.

This is not the first time Saturday Jams has been a day late. I could make all kinds of excuses, about how last week’s Spring Flood edition of Saturday Jams was ironically predictive and we took on a bit of water earlier this week from the sudden thaw, and how yesterday I found the garage had taken on some water too and had to deal with that after spending my morning bottling five gallons of cyser, and how I passed out at the dining room table trying to write this post from a combination of strong mead and shift lag. It’s enough to make a younger old guy crotchety, so at the end of the day I decided to give it up as a futile endeavor and stop trying so hard.

So my idea to do a Saturday Jams today (on my day off, can you imagine?) It did get sidelined.

But I’m gonna deliver because I love my Saturday Jams, even if time got away from me after the flood.


Sometimes, we’re late to the party. Or are we early?

The summer of 1991 brought us a breakout album by The Spin Doctors and two massive radio hits Little Miss Can’t Be Wrong and Two Princes; but Pocket Full of Kryptonite was more than those two songs, and re-introduced funk sensibility into the 90’s alternative scene. This track evolved from a late-night party jam where they contend that 4:30 am is not late . . . rather, it’s early. For those who believe this song refers to marijuana, there’s no apparent truth to that, but you can believe what you like, and lead singer Chris Barron is okay with that.

This begs the question though (or rather it doesn’t, since the phrase “begs the question” — which refers to a logical fallacy — is so massively misused one must wonder whether the popular perception of its meaning becomes more correct than the intended meaning. if you dug into the interview aforelinked for what Barron has to say about the last song’s meaning you might see how that particular insight changed my perception of how we use words.)

So without further ado: whether you call them Chicago, Chicago Transit Authority, or even The Big Thing (I certainly don’t since that’s about ten years before I was born,) they are still begging that old question . . . does anybody really know what time it is?

It’s no secret, I have no problems with horns in my music.

And since I’m so into the word “massive” today, I’m drawn to drop this massive hit about the urgency of time. This track won Coldplay’s A Rush of Blood to the Head a Grammy in 2003 for Record Of The Year. Ironically, it hadn’t been intended for that album, but the next. Lead singer Chris Martin was convinced by a friend who heard the demo to record it as soon as possible, considering what the song was about. Since it dropped this track has been used in several television shows and movies, including The Office, The Sopranos, and the 2003 release of Peter Pan.

It’s a known fact that Coldplay is tight with Muse, and so this has me humming Supermassive Black Hole, but in keeping with the theme of this post and . . . well, the current world stuff . . . the bonus track is gonna be something else.

So that’s our Saturday Jams for today. If you like what you saw, I’ve linked all these videos and even more into this post’s companion playlist on the Rob’s Surf Report YouTube channel, which is always available from the YouTube surfboard in the sidebar. If you like what I’m doing there, please subscribe. If you’re going to throw precious minutes across the event horizon of a supermassive black hole and watch them stretch into infinity, you’d do worse than watching some music videos, just like the good old days.



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