Paris Hilton does the chicken noodle soup, Hilary ensues

1. Brushing up on my Hilary B-sides. Nothing revelatory to report (I had a bunch of these already, but some kind person has compiled them in one place. Hilary seems to have removed most of the stutters from "My Generation." (Wait, might have heard one.) I've dubbed this collection Also Somewhat Wanted. It's got nuthin on Noise from the B-Sides, coming soon.

2. Typos abound in the latest Jukebox (well, one, in the Mika blurb, lots of arrangements goin on). Weak week. Yummy Bingham: not yummy; Shana Tesh: pleasantly bonkers; Hellogoodbye: see THIS is what happens when you process someone's vocals a bunch, and I think the song suffers from the processing (pretty melodies are kind of dead w/robo-voice); MCR: highest personal rating of the week!; Jarvis Cocker: kind of a jerk.

3. Grargh so many little editing gripes in so many places (most my own fault), I think I'm just going to start ignoring everything I write that isn't published here.

4. So minstrelsy keeps getting mentioned in connection to Jibbs, Young B, and Ms. Peachez, all of whom have some connection to teenpop (Young, Young, and young [chorus]). I'm having a flashback to Bamboozled, where a connection to the present, i.e. "modern-day minstrelsy," steps aside so that everyone can stare at historical minstrelsy with mouths agape and shake their heads. Most distressing casualty in this way easy thought-piece meme is the Chicken Noodle Soup dance, which seems to count as "modern minstrelsy" because it's silly and you have to move your legs to do it. (Surely there must be a prototype for the CNS dance in "U Can't Touch This" or something? [EDIT: Or maybe this?])

5. Shamefully Belated History of Jop discovery '88 covered in the previous comment post, very pretty, excellent soundtrack to a loverly Yom Kippur dinner, except we listened to Chuck Berry. I'm just about up my dad's dozen or so tapes of Dr. Demento radio shows. Little did he know that 4-year-olds + novelty songs = extended car ride nightmare (probably why we just listened to 'em in the car). HEAD CHEEEEEEEEZE I LIKE HEAD CHEEEEEEEEEEEZE IT'S GOT EYES N' EARS' N' NOSE N' MOUTH AND EVERYTHING I LIKE EXCEPT THE TOOOOOOOONGUE!