This is the third and final rapper from Odd Future that I’m going to listen to. In his New Yorker article, Sasha Frere-Jones mentions Tyler’s song “Bastard” as being noteworthy for its content (an anti-father screed). It’s a somber song played over a rather nice but dark piano motif. The song is about his father and the rest of the darkness in his life: “I cut my wrists and play piano because I’m so depressed” Woah. It gets typically dark and violent (the whole group seems to relish in tales of violence and abuse of women and gays, which isn’t cool). It’s a moving song but at 6 minutes, frankly this song is too long.
I picked a second song because I thought that “Bastard” was only 32 seconds long (the first video on YouTube that came up is an edited version which actually packs more of a wollop than the 6 minute version) so I found this other song whose title I thought was funny.
The song is certainly sillier and opens with “I’m not an asshole I just don’t give a fuck a lot.” Inexplicably, at the one minute mark the song interrupts itself mid sentence. There’s some kind of altercation and Tyler starts hitting some guy and demanding an apology. The guy keeps saying sorry and eventually says uncle, and the song resumes. The rest of the song degrades into more violence with yet another break in the music in which Tyler doth protest too much that “Woah, I’m not gay.” I think maybe that’s too much life in the underground for me, and even though I think that Sash Frere-Jones is one of the best music journalists out there (his article about Pavement was exactly how I feel about them), I have to say I was a little less than impressed with this batch of suggestions.
After five songs in total from these guys, I need some good clean happy music. Perhaps Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You.” At least it’s not THAT mean-spirited. Thus endeth my tour of underground rap. Happy Thanksgiving weekend.
[READ: November 19, 2010] “Christmas Pudding”
Although I said Allegra Goodman’s story was the funniest, I’m going to change that and give the honor to Colm. For a one page article, he really crams a lot of story in (and the ending is great).
As it opens, we learn that his family had the best Christmas Pudding in Enniscorthy. His mother knew the chef at the Roche’s castle in town and she was given the recipe for the very pudding that the Roche’s ate. (The Roches restored the Castle that was built by the Earl of Portsmouth and had a dungeon! They were synonymous with wealth and fanciness).
This recipe (which came from America (hushed approval)) used butter instead of (I can’t even look as I type this) suet. (As a person who leaves suet out for woodpeckers, I am revolted at the thought of this). So yes, their pudding was awesome.
So what’s funny about this? Well, that comes in the second half.
We learn that Colm’s father and his siblings were gigglers, and they especially giggled at the use of rude words. His mother and her siblings, on the other hand, had no patience for rude words and especially not on Christmas, thank you very much.
And yet, a family tradition had it that when Mother said to Father, “Cut the pudding.” The standard reply (based on the reply of a cranky neighbor) was “Cut my shite!” This resulted in incredibly loud laughter on one side of the Christmas table and even louder silence from the other. I laughed myself silly the first time though.
The rest of the story offers a very satisfying denouement. Perfect for digesting your pudding.