Surfin’ With Sweet Little 16
Greetings, fellow web surfers! And my apologies – it’s been over two weeks since I last posted. Life’s been getting in the way. (And that’s getting annoying…)
But let’s get on with the fun, and revisit the “Stolen Songs” theme that I was doing a couple months ago. For some reason, this one came wandering through my head the other day like some sort of melodic vagrant, mooching for spare change. First, the original moldy oldie – from 1958, Chuck Berry’s Sweet Little Sixteen:
Chuck Berry is, without doubt, one of the biggest influences ever on rock & roll. Everybody learned to play his songs, covered them in bars and clubs, and his records were in every jukebox. That probably explains why The Beach Boys song, Surfin’ USA, sounds so much like it.
I’m kind of surprised that I never really noticed before. Chuck Berry sure did -in 1963, he apparently accused Brian Wilson of stealing the melody, and Murry Wilson – Brian’s father – seems to have agreed. He signed the rights to Surfin’ USA over to Chuck Berry… including the royalties for the lyrics!
And before I get slammed for ripping off someone else’s blog, I will insist right now that my connection between these two songs was not prompted by the October 15th entry on SoundsJustLike.com. But here’s the link, nevertheless.
Back soon with more goodies, everyone!
Parody – Not A Low Art Form At All
Earlier this week, I spotted a lovely little parody of Pixar’s Luxo Lamp intro – the one you see at the beginning of all the Disney / Pixar movies.
Here’s the original, to refresh your memory:
And here’s the parody. Wonderfully twisted, and perfectly in the spirit of the Hallowe’en season…
Now, here’s a really fun parody with a different approach. Certainly a little more lighthearted:
A bit of looking on YouTube indicates that the Pixar Luxo Lamp intro is a very popular subject of parody and imitation. There are many, many videos done by aspiring CGI animators out there.
Let’s wrap up with a quick “outtake”:
Enjoy the weekend, and I’ll be back soon with a more serious subject to discuss.
China Is World’s #2 In Billionaires
Word is out this week that China now has the second biggest concentration of dollar billionaires, with the United States having the most. The story (from Reuters) reports that:
“China’s rich are getting richer, with the average wealth on the list $571 million, up almost one-third from last year…”
And how has that happened? Could it be because America has exported millions of our manufacturing jobs to China? Huh. Do ya think?
Not to mention every other “developed” country in the western world. What’s wrong with this picture?
Well, one thing that’s wrong is that once upon a time America used to have assembly and manufacturing jobs that were good entry-level jobs, with an opportunity for advancement.
That’s how I got my start in high-tech electronics back in the mid-1970s. I started as an assembler, and eventually – through perseverance and learning on-the-job – I worked my way into engineering support and design positions.
Now, the only entry-level assembly jobs left in America are at McDonald’s, assembling burgers. Where’s the promotion path from there? Manager? Ugh. Sign me up – not.
What’s happening in China right now seems to be a recapitulation of what America experienced in the 20th century – urbanization, dramatic growth, massive amounts of construction, a growing middle class, a rise in consumerism as a lifestyle, and all the pollution that goes with it. China also seems to be going through all the stages of development more quickly than America did.
And what have been the benefits? Loads of cheap Chinese crap for us to by at WalMart, and this:
China’s new wealthy need to spend all that money on something, don’t they? Might as well be lucky pears in the shape of babies. Lord knows, we Americans also have a taste for the tasteless. Check out this USB accessory for your computer:
It can be embarrassing being a geek. Sometimes.
But the real issue here – in my mind – is the cost. There is a real cost that hasn’t been reckoned, or factored into the headlong rush to “development”. Right now, America is seeing the downside of growth – when growth is not sustainable, the result is a cycle of booms and busts. Growing and shrinking. This is a normal process in organic systems. We’re seeing that as autumn begins here in the northern hemisphere, and plants go dormant.
However, when it happens to economies and cities, you get decay and blight, and city managers suggesting that US cities may have to be bulldozed in order to survive.
Tough times. Scary times. I don’t pretend to have all the answers, but we need to be asking questions, and trying to find some answers.
Or, like Arthur Dent of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy, start lying in front of the bulldozers.
Oh, I almost forgot. The most disturbing quote from the Reuters article:
“With the greatest wealth destruction in the west of the last 70 years, we’ve seen China buck the trend and the wealth seems to be still growing,” [Rupert] Hoogewerf told Reuters…
No, it’s not our imagination.
What Are They Thinking At GM?
Holy Zarquon’s Singing Fish. I just saw a commercial for the new 2010 Chevy Equinox SUV, and the hairs stood up on the back of my neck. Whatever they are smoking in the styling department at Chevrolet, it must be pretty righteous shizzle. Take a look:

And now, take a look at the 2002 Pontiac Aztek, widely considered to be one of the ugliest cars ever made:

Wow. Wow, wow, wow. The more things change, the more they stay the same. Can you imagine a more clear example that people don’t learn from history, and are therefore doomed to repeat it? Is it any wonder that GM is about to pass into history like the Studebaker and the DeSoto?
There. I feel a little better now. See you all in a few days.
2 Cars, 1 Town
Okay, kiddies. Back to talkin’ about cars and stuff like that.
My home town of Vancouver Washington is not a place where you would normally expect to see exotic automobiles. Nevertheless, one occasionally sees something unusual, expensive, and / or lightning fast. Vancouver’s mean streets have played host to the new Challenger and Camaro, and I once even caught a ride in a vintage Rolls Royce when my plebian Mazda 626 broke down.
But this post is all about 2 black cars from opposite ends of the spectrum, both sighted in the last month or so, right here in “The ‘Couve“.
Latest sighting first… I was out being run around on Fourth Plain (my dear sweet Merkur XR4ti is temporarily benched), and up ahead I espied the cute little butt of a petite black roadster. As we drew near, I saw it was sporting a removable hard top and BMW “M” badges.

Aha! A BMW Z4 M convertible. Talk about quick and sexy! Oh, honey. Front and rear wheel arches widely flared, lots of fat tire under each corner of the beastie, and as we watched it launch from the next traffic light (with a throaty 4 cylinder roar), it made impressive use of all that power and all that rubber. Nice.
Next upon the stand – something completely different. Also black, also European, but from an entirely different “neighborhood”.
Several weeks ago, cruising along Mill Plain (east of I-205), my highly trained eye was caught by a black hatchback up ahead. I tilted my head this way and that, trying to fit what I was seeing into my brain. Is is a Nissan? Is it a Fiat? Did someone jack up the back end of a 1989 Toyota Tercel?
No, dear friends! My wondering eyes were beholding a marvel of Russian engineering in the form of – a Lada Samara (I think it was a Samara – I’m sure it was a Lada).

The young feller behind the wheel looked and sounded American born, and was very excited that I recognized the car, as we shouted back and forth and I favored him with a “thumbs up” for taking on the awesome responsibility of driving such a rare vehicle. (Parts are easier to find these days, thanks to The Interwebz, but the FedEx charges will kill you.)

Not a lot of Americans pay attention that closely, as I’m sure many of you have discovered. Too bad, really. There’s a lot going on out there in traffic – and in the world – and a lot can be learned if we merely pay a little attention.
Whenever I’m out and about, sitting at a light, I look around me, and most of the time, I see my fellow primates staring fixedly at the light, waiting for it to turn to green. Hey you – WAKE UP! Life is going on while you’re marking time, thinking about where you believe you “need” to be next. You’re gonna miss all the fun.
And all the cool cars, too, you dork.
(… not to mention, that hot chick over there in the crosswalk.)
9/11 Recalled
Wow. Eight years since the towers fell. And it’s been a rough eight years all around. (It’s been very tough on our men & women in uniform, and I’m sure it’s been even rougher on Afghanis and Iraqis, and not to diminish the suffering of the innocent in those lands, but that’s a subject for another time.)
I’ve decided to tell my 9/11 stories.
Let’s go back to 2001. The morning of September 10th – the day before. When I walked out the door to go to work that day, I literally (not just a figure of speech here) stopped in my tracks, right on my front walk and said – out loud – “Something is really wrong!”
I stood there for a moment or two, mind in a whirl, looking around and listening, but saw and heard nothing untoward. I shook it off, and went to work, with a feeling of foreboding nevertheless. Next morning, a friend called and woke me up with the awful news.
Next, let’s go back to 1983, when I was visiting New York City. My co-worker and I visited the observation deck of the World Trade Center. As I was looking down at the construction site across from the base of the tower, I saw the beginnings of the secondary buildings that would later be damaged in the 9/11 attack. A wee small voice inside my head said, “Too bad it won’t last.” I thought, “What??” The reply – “That’s right, this won’t last.“ I chalked it up to my usual cheery fatalism and my acute awareness of mortality and entropy.
When we got back to ground level, I stood for a few moments on the sidewalk and looked back up at the facade – that bright, modernistic metal cladding that we all saw jutting out of the smoldering ruins on 9/11, and once again that tiny voice popped up, saying “You’ll never see it like this again”. And I thought it meant I would never return to New York City.
The psychic energy of the 9/11 event was so powerful, I apparently felt it not only the day before, but 18 years before, as well. Yipes.
Ever since then, I’ve listened to that little voice. It tried to warn me about my marriage (failed) but I didn’t heed it. Other times, it’s helped keep me out of trouble. Those little voices have a lot to say.
Blue Eyed Soul
Apropos of nothing, as they say… this band just sort of popped back up in my memory the other day, and it occurred to me to share their music as a classic example of blue-eyed-soul from the 1970s…
Ladies and gentlemen – the Average White Band!
Not at all bad for a bunch of lads from Scotland! I recall they caused quite the stir at the time, as a few purists considered them to be too Caucasian to properly bring the funk. I disagree. Here, have a slice of cake, and decide for yourself:
Now that I think about it, I probably got to thinking about AWB because my co-worker, Spence, is a member of a Portland funk band called Excellent Gentlemen.
But because I am old, and socially lame, and my car’s broken (again) I have yet to go and see them perform. Yes, I know. I should be horribly shamed. But whatcha gonna do, eh?
Spence, I promise I’ll get out and see the Excellent Gentlemen play. It looks like it will be an amazingly good time. As long as there’s some Guinness for me to drink.
Going To Rehab With A Ya Ya Twist
Hey, kids. Dlock is back with what may be the final “ripped off music” blog entry for a while. Been a busy 10 days since the last post – sorry about that. Let’s get our teeth into today’s tunes.
Seems like everyone knows all about Amy Winehouse, her song Rehab, and her struggles with substance abuse. To refresh the memory, here is Amy singing Rehab:
Whatever else, Winehouse’s vocals on Rehab are smoky, sultry, and utterly amazing in the best ’60s Motown tradition. A truly talented singer, and hopefully her health will allow her to record more marvelous songs in the future.
But you know me. It sounds like something I’ve heard before. Memory is a double-edged sword, both curse and blessing in one. And while I may not have heard the following song for many, many, many years, perhaps it was lodged in a synapse all this time. But truth be told, I owe a tip of the hat to an anonymous poster on Yahoo Answers for this one.
Miss Petula Clark, from 1962, singing Ya Ya Twist. And I know I’ve heard some covers of this one.
So once again, old tunes are given new life. I’ve occasionally heard that, since there are only so many notes, and only so many ways in which to arrange them, that we are going to run out of fresh melodies, and may in fact have already done so. (Here is a link to a really in-depth article on the subject.) When you stop to think about how many little tunes are squandered as throw-away jingles for auto insurance or taco stands, in addition to all the melodies that are fully developed into songs in their own right, the mind fairly reels in shock. We’re wasting our musical resources to peddle ice cream and cell phones.
Ah, well. No one ever said we humans are smart about how we use our resources. Have a lovely weekend, everyone! I’m off to bed. Got a yard sale to do in the morning.
So. The Internet turns 40 years old today! The very first interconnection between two remotely located computer systems took place on October 29th, 1969.
Another interesting development: this week, President Obama announced $3.4 billion to be put towards