Musically, I don’t get out much these days. I’ll admit it. When we heard that The Dismemberment Plan joined up again to play a few shows in commemoration of the re-release of their album, Emergency & I we were totally there. Slanky made sure we had tickets far in advance and it was well worth it.

I know some of you probably wouldn’t like this band even if you’d actually heard of them. Isn’t musical taste an interesting thing? Think of a band you really love. Can you pinpoint exactly what it is you love about them? Instrumentation, lyrics, singing style… Or is it some unexplainable combination plus a few extras? For me, I’m not always sure. I think it might be something visceral that perhaps I should attempt to analyze further (especially considering I like to write and think about music) but for now I’m just going to go with it.

The Dismemberment Plan is one of those bands that definitely hits me on a level that I can’t quite explain. Here’s why. It’s not like Travis Morrison (the lead singer) has a fabulous voice. His voice is great but in terms of technical singing ability, not so much. They’ve got some songs that are just down-right loud and yelly and there are a lot of bands that I hate because of that. Some of Morrison’s lyrics are silly and sometimes no-point lyrics really annoy me. All that being said, The Dismemberment Plan is probably in my top 5 all time favorites list. Maybe it’s because it’s easy to see their arc clearly, with their less focused, raucous sounding earlier albums that moved on to Emergency & I, which has a little bit of silly, a little bit of yelly but also has a seriousness and melodic tone to finally Change, which shocked their most avid fans with its much more serious sound (and lack of harshness from their earlier work). That arc feels like an established story to me and I like that. Seeing their work as a whole, I also love love love Travis Morrison’s way with words. There are songs that totally speak to me in a way that nothing else does. Top the words with some strong guitar and a beat and you’ve made my day. I also appreciate their mix of musical genres. The Dismemberment Plan were early pioneers in the now common wave of mixing indie rock sounds with an R&B touch, using synthesizers and Morrison’s sing/talking. Especially within music, and I think I’ve even written about that on here before, I really see artist genius in the successful manipulation of musical styles.

Like so many loves, it’s also a situation of right-place, right-time. For me, The Dismemberment Plan appeared in my life during my mid-20s when I was asking all of those usual questions, like, what am I doing with my life, am I making the right choices, am I a good person, what do I value about the people in my life, etc., and, while it didn’t help me really answer them, their music helped provide the energy and and emotional outlet to really look at those questions. Slanky and I went to both nights of their farewell shows here in Seattle (I believe some of you who read this also attended) and they still stand out as some of the best shows I’ve ever seen. Now when I listen to their music I feel a little bit like I can see my own arc. I’m more comfortable with myself, I feel as though some of my earlier “life questions” have been answered, I see that some questions never get answered and new ones always appear and that you never stop getting something out of music that you love.

Ok, enough of my blathering on and on. The show was spectacular! I won’t bore you with an actual rundown of what I thought of each song but, man, was it good! Their musicality has matured so much that even their rough yelly stuff had a polish to it. They were still fun and upbeat, not taking it too seriously, which is nice to see, given that they are just doing this little tour. They spent time tuning!! They played one of my absolute favorites as their second song and that made me SO happy! They changed up a few of the songs and I really liked the little tweaks. There was one song that I didn’t recognize and even though I’ve read over and over that they aren’t planning on making any new music a little part of me is hoping that they’ll be inspired to do some more things together. Slanky bought the vinyl re-release of Emergency & I and we’ve been playing it for the kids.

I’ve struggled to narrow down what tracks I should include here. I love so many!

What Do You Want Me to Say?
Emergency & I, 1999
The first is probably one of their most well known songs, for good reason. It’s one of my favorites, might be my most favorite. I love the hard feel (probably my definition of the perfect amount of rock, strong guitar and drums, a tad bit of enthusiastic singing, i.e. yelling!) and the exasperated tone of the message. To me it perfectly voices the frustration of being in an impossible situation with someone. I also love the slight intrigue – the written lyrics in the album (both cd and new vinyl, I checked) are different than what he actually sings. I think the difference is a poignant one but it could just be a mistake. The main phrase, “What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do, to let you know that I do mean it?” is actually written as, “What do you want me to say? What do you want me to do, to let you know that I still love you.” To me, that’s a giveaway by the narrator/lyricist. He’s exasperated about what lengths he feels he has to go through to show his devotion. But then again, he switches “I still love you” to “I mean it” – he can’t even say the words out loud so you sort of get the sense that whomever he’s singing to has a reason to feel insecure. Kind of an unreliable narrator sort of situation. Anyway. I find it interesting.
(sorry, i’m going the easy route and linking to youtube because i’m lazy.)

I lost my membership card to the human race
So don’t forget the face
Because I know that I do belong here
Go down the checklist let’s see:
Feelings are good
Dishonesty is bad
And keeping it inside is worse still
You want a problem well I guess we got one now
I really don’t know how
There’s injuns over every goddamn hill
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
To let you know that I still love you?
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
To let you know that I still love you?
What do you want me to say, yeah?

I see it coming from a million miles away
What else can I say?
The only way you know I love you
And there’s no eye-to-eye just Moses on the mount
Or I’m in for the count
You need your man above or below you
I can not cry at will but I do wish I could
Cause it’d do you some good
When every joke I make is treason
There was a time when you could make me laugh at will
And you can do it still
But never is it for the right reasons, yeah
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
To let you know that I still love you?
What do you want me to say?
What do you want me to do?
To let you know that I still love you?
What do you want me to say, yeah?

Following Through
Change, 2001
This second song is also one of my absolute favorites. When you hear the lyrics hopefully you won’t misunderstand why. Taken literally, the song seems pretty singular, as in a break-up situation or something. As you may already know, I haven’t experienced that sort of situation. This song speaks to me in a general me-against-forces-that-try-and-get-me-down sort of way. Though I think I feel less angst than my mid-20s self I still love the energy and power of this song.

It coulda been good
it coulda been something special
it may have had real potential
it never could show
It coulda been great
it could been something alright
but we never did keep it that tight
so whaddya know?
I get up at 5am I so don’t need those dreams that I used to have

It coulda been swell
it coulda been off the hook now
if we ever had what it took now
I haven’t a clue
I think it’s as well
we may have been on the right track
finding all the pieces we lack
but what can you do?
Now I see that these are cards we drew some time ago, so if you don’t know:

I can do it anywhere with anyone at anytime don’t you forget
this is my life and it’s going to be good, don’t you know
not a promise or a threat or an ultimatum, though I can do that too
I’m just telling you, I’ve got this life I’ve got to live
I’m just following through

I dishonor the past
being so loose with my time
I could stand accused of high crimes
in the court of the dead
and I could be next
on a page about to turn soon
so I’m movin’ my ass at high noon
you heard what I said
I could say I hope I’m not misread, but that’s all right
I’m quite OK with losing that fight

This Friday’s music post is brought to you by Jonah.

We’ve had this album in the car for a while and Jonah really likes it and I think it shows just how strange and eclectic his musical tastes run. It’s so funny how sometimes he’s just as happy listening to a “farm Songs” CD filled with kid’s songs about animals and then he suddenly turns the corner and requests something like Sleigh Bells. The other day when it hit in the rotation I decided to skip it because Mark and Corbin were both sleeping and it’s kind of loud (as you will see below) and he said from the back of the car that I really should change it back and that he wanted to listen to that one.

Sleigh Bells isn’t for everyone. I’ve read that they are classified as noise-pop, which is a genre I didn’t even know about. Anyway, it’s made up of a guy and girl who met by chance, he coming from a hardcore band and she coming from some poppy Nickelodeon stuff (and was most recently a teacher). When you listen to it there’s this amped up sound that just walks that line of being totally distorted, like they’ve got the base turned up just a little too loud and it’s about to blow. It’s a unique sound, to be sure, but I don’t know if there are a lot of people who could listen to their whole album and not get a little tired of it. Slanky also mentioned that he’d read that even though it’s a pretty unique sound, do they really have more than one album of this style in them before it gets old? I read an interview with them on Pitchfork and it gave me a lot more insight into the artistry they are trying to achieve with it. Alexis Krauss, the singer, talked about how even though she’d been involved in a very poppy light genre of music she’d always felt like hard core music was (what she referred to as) a more honest form of music. I can see what she’s alluding to, if you think about how artistic something is in reference to how individualized, new or unique it is. That age-old what is art question..

Anyway, there’s a lot of other good stuff in the article which I will link to here.

And now the music, if I can get the uploading program to actually work for once.

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I have no idea what this song is about but it’s my favorite one on the album, Treats. I think I might like it because it’s got a lesser amount of distortion. I should really also include one that has more so you can get a feel for it.

Ok, here you go, this one’s called Crown on the Ground.

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As it turns out, the two times I’ve used Shazam in the last couple months have yielded the name of the same band, The Drums. Obviously they’ve got something that catches my ear! I mentioned this to Slanky and, as only a man with a true love of music would do, he immediately came home with their album.
I don’t know a ton about them yet but I really enjoy the ease of their music. It’s fun and rocking but not trying too hard. Jonah’s also been enjoying them and when the album’s on in the house he immediately searches for his drum sticks (I suppose that means they are aptly named). I read somewhere that they are touring with Surfer Blood, another totally awesome band we’ve been listening to here, but it looks like that tour is only happening in Europe. Could be due to the fact that they are on a UK label. I’m sure they’d be fun live though.
I’ll try and find a youtube link since we haven’t gotten the album upstairs for download yet.

This song is called “Let’s Go Surfing”. For those of you into the kiddo music you may recognize lyrics at the end of the song.

Author’s note:  I started this post on 7/30.  Obviously, a lot has been going on lately, but I’m determined to finish it! Started text is in italics.

Author’s second note: I’ve worked on this post for a long-ass time trying to get the music files to work but I have not been successful but goshdarnit I want to put up this post so ignore the little boxes and just watch the youtube files until i get the audio stream to work. Sorry about the blurry picture on the first one but it’s just a recording of the song and not a low quality live version. The second one has this strange video that goes with it so enjoy (and you can click the x to get out of the little ad that appears at the bottom)!

This post signifies my attempt at carving out time in order to write blog posts with a tool besides my phone and a subject besides my kids. I’ve been meaning to update the Friday Music posts for a while now because we’ve been listening to some really good stuff lately, which has been a nice change from my musical dry spell of last year.
Not a new band, but a good one, Slanky and I went to the Wolf Parade show the other night and though I paid for it in exhaustion all week it was a great show and at one of my favorite Seattle venues, The Showbox.

Ok, now to search my memory banks for details on that show.  I thought Wolf Parade played really well and it really was great to return to the Showbox.  I can’t even recall the last show I attended there.  Slanky might know.  He remains more bitter about these things so his recall is probably better.  Anyway.  So, Wolf Parade!  I have to admit that I haven’t given their two later albums as much air time as my favorite, which is Apologies to the Queen Mary, but I plan to do them justice in the near future.  For now though I’ll leave you with two clips.  The first is actually my personal favorite of theirs.  The second is probably their most popular all around.

You are a Runner and I am my Father’s Son

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I got a number on me
I got a number
Won’t make it through the high noon sun
Well I am my Father’s Son
I am my Father’s Son
His bed is made

I was a hero
Early in the morning
I ain’t no hero
In the night

I am my Father’s Son

And I’ll build a house inside of you
I’ll go in through the mouth
I’ll draw three figures on your heart
And one of them will be me as a boy
And one of them will be me
And one of them will be me watching you run
Watching you run
Into the high noon sun
Watching you run
Farther than guns will go
You are a runner
With a stolen voice
You are a runner
And I am my Father’s Son

I am my Father’s Son

I am my Father’s Son

I’ll Believe in Anything

Give me your eyes, I need sunshine
Give me your eyes, I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost

We’ve both been
A very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the, the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
I Said
I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could get the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and you’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and you’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn

And I could take another hit for you
And I could take away the trips from you
And I could take away the salt from your eyes
Take away skin and salt in you
And I could give you my apologies
By handing over my neologies
And I could take away your shaky knees
And I could give you all the olive trees
And look at the trees and look at my face and look at a place far away from here

So give me your eyes, I need sunshine
Give me your eyes, I need sunshine
Your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
We’ve both been very brave
Walk around with both legs
Fight the, the scary day
We both pulled the tricks out of our sleeves
But I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything

If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and you’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d share a life and you’d share a life
If I could take the fire out from the wire
I’d take you where nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn
I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn

I said nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
About your blood, your bones, your voice, and your ghost
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way
You know I’ll believe in anything and
You’ll believe in anything
Because nobody knows you
And nobody gives a damn either way

I’ll shamelessly tell anyone that House MD got me through the first month or so of breast feeding with Jonah.  I believe I watched about 4 seasons worth during those epic feeding sessions.  This time around I’ll gladly thank the Olympics for getting us all through that first couple weeks.

I have to admit, I haven’t ever been a big fan of the Olympics.  They’ve never really interested me in any kind of meaningful way.  I’ve always chalked that up to not really being a very big sports fan.

Perhaps because they were happening so close to home in Vancouver B.C. (or perhaps because we were sitting around a lot at weird hours!) everyone at my house got into the spirit of them.  Annoying patriotic crap aside, I found some of the cheesy stories about the athletes appealing, I liked watching a number of different sports and evenings really became a family bonding time when we’d watch to see what new skier would bite the dust or my mom would say, “Oh no not curling again!”

I really liked how Evan Lysacek handled the negative comments from the Russian silver medalist.  He so gracefully turned everything into something positive and refused to making anything of them.  I believe I have a little crush on him now.  He and other athletes showed so much more humility than I’m used to seeing from our “star” athletes we see on tv every day.  I really liked that.

Jonah even liked some of the events and when he saw some skiing he said, “I go snow with Kayla,” reminiscing about going to Snoqualmie with his friend.  When he watched a skier crash he got really concerned and we had to explain that she was ok and getting help.  Shows he’s not a psychopath, right?

And now for the musical portion of this post…  Turns out a song used in an Apolo Ohno commercial is from an album we own and the tune is quite catchy.  It also sounds like the Olympics to me, if that makes any sense at all.

It’s from a group called The XX and is the intro song to the album. The album itself is pretty good too, using a lot of electronics and catchy beats. I plan to give it more playing time soon.

I saw this fascinating article the other day and thought it would make a perfect Friday Music post, especially since I haven’t been listening to any other new music in the last couple weeks. Before this article I’d never heard of the “My Way” Killings or really anything about Karaoke in the Philippines. It also reminds me that even with my anthropology studies, I didn’t spend much time thinking about the Philippines in general. This is a long one so bear with me and I’ll post the actual song too.
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Sinatra Song Often Strikes Deadly Chord
By NORIMITSU ONISHI
Published: February 6, 2010
GENERAL SANTOS, the Philippines — After a day of barbering, Rodolfo Gregorio went to his neighborhood karaoke bar still smelling of talcum powder. Putting aside his glass of Red Horse Extra Strong beer, he grasped a microphone with a habitué’s self-assuredness and briefly stilled the room with the Platters’ “My Prayer.”

Next, he belted out crowd-pleasers by Tom Jones and Engelbert Humperdinck. But Mr. Gregorio, 63, a witness to countless fistfights and occasional stabbings erupting from disputes over karaoke singing, did not dare choose one beloved classic: Frank Sinatra’s version of “My Way.”
“I used to like ‘My Way,’ but after all the trouble, I stopped singing it,” he said. “You can get killed.”
The authorities do not know exactly how many people have been killed warbling “My Way” in karaoke bars over the years in the Philippines, or how many fatal fights it has fueled. But the news media have recorded at least half a dozen victims in the past decade and includes them in a subcategory of crime dubbed the “My Way Killings.”
The killings have produced urban legends about the song and left Filipinos groping for answers. Are the killings the natural byproduct of the country’s culture of violence, drinking and machismo? Or is there something inherently sinister in the song?
Whatever the reason, many karaoke bars have removed the song from their playbooks. And the country’s many Sinatra lovers, like Mr. Gregorio here in this city in the southernmost Philippines, are practicing self-censorship out of perceived self-preservation.
Karaoke-related killings are not limited to the Philippines. In the past two years alone, a Malaysian man was fatally stabbed for hogging the microphone at a bar and a Thai man killed eight of his neighbors in a rage after they sang John Denver’s “Take Me Home, Country Roads.” Karaoke-related assaults have also occurred in the United States, including at a Seattle bar where a woman punched a man for singing Coldplay’s “Yellow” after criticizing his version.
Still, the odds of getting killed during karaoke may be higher in the Philippines, if only because of the ubiquity of the pastime. Social get-togethers invariably involve karaoke. Stand-alone karaoke machines can be found in the unlikeliest settings, including outdoors in rural areas where men can sometimes be seen singing early in the morning. And Filipinos, who pride themselves on their singing, may have a lower tolerance for bad singers.
Indeed, most of the “My Way” killings have reportedly occurred after the singer sang out of tune, causing other patrons to laugh or jeer.
“The trouble with ‘My Way,’ ” said Mr. Gregorio, “is that everyone knows it and everyone has an opinion.”
Others, noting that other equally popular tunes have not provoked killings, point to the song itself. The lyrics, written by Paul Anka for Mr. Sinatra as an unapologetic summing up of his career, are about a tough guy who “when there was doubt,” simply “ate it up and spit it out.” Butch Albarracin, the owner of Center for Pop, a Manila-based singing school that has propelled the careers of many famous singers, was partial to what he called the “existential explanation.”
“ ‘I did it my way’ — it’s so arrogant,” Mr. Albarracin said. “The lyrics evoke feelings of pride and arrogance in the singer, as if you’re somebody when you’re really nobody. It covers up your failures. That’s why it leads to fights.”
Defenders of “My Way” say it is a victim of its own popularity. Because it is sung more often than most songs, the thinking goes, karaoke-related violence is more likely to occur while people are singing it. The real reasons behind the violence are breaches of karaoke etiquette, like hogging the microphone, laughing at someone’s singing or choosing a song that has already been sung.
“The Philippines is a very violent society, so karaoke only triggers what already exists here when certain social rules are broken,” said Roland B. Tolentino, a pop culture expert at the University of the Philippines. But even he hedged, noting that the song’s “triumphalist” nature might contribute to the violence.
Some karaoke lovers are not taking chances, not even at family gatherings.
In Manila, Alisa Escanlar, 33, and her relatives invariably gather before a karaoke machine, but they banned “My Way” after an uncle, listening to a friend sing the song at a bar, became enraged at the laughter coming from the next table. The uncle, who was a police officer, pulled out his revolver, after which the customers at the next table quietly paid their bill and left.
Awash in more than one million illegal guns, the Philippines has long suffered from all manner of violence, from the political to the private. Wary middle-class patrons gravitate to karaoke clubs with cubicles that isolate them from strangers.
But in karaoke bars where one song costs 5 pesos, or a tenth of a dollar, strangers often rub shoulders, sometimes uneasily. A subset of karaoke bars with G.R.O.’s — short for guest relations officers, a euphemism for female prostitutes — often employ gay men, who are seen as neutral, to defuse the undercurrent of tension among the male patrons. Since the gay men are not considered rivals for the women’s attention — or rivals in singing, which karaoke machines score and rank — they can use humor to forestall macho face-offs among the patrons.
In one such bar in Quezon City, next to Manila, patrons sing karaoke at tables on the first floor and can accompany a G.R.O. upstairs. Fights often break out when customers at one table look at another table “the wrong way,” said Mark Lanada, 20, the manager.
“That’s the biggest source of tension,” Mr. Lanada said. “That’s why every place like this has a gay man like me.”
Ordinary karaoke bars, like the Nelson Carenderia here, a single room with bare plywood walls, mandate that a singer give up the microphone after three consecutive songs.
On one recent evening, at the table closest to the karaoke machine, Edwin Lancaderas, 62, crooned a Tagalog song, “Fight Temptation” — about a married man forgoing an affair with a woman while taking delight in their “stolen moments.” His friend Dindo Auxlero, 42, took the mike next, bawling songs by the Scorpions and Dire Straits. Several empty bottles of Red Horse crowded their table.
“In the Philippines, life is difficult,” said Mr. Auxlero, who repairs watches from a street kiosk, as he railed about government corruption and a weak economy that has driven so many Filipinos to work overseas, including his wife, who is a maid in Lebanon. “But, you know, we have a saying: ‘Don’t worry about your problems. Let your problems worry about you.’ ”
The two men roared with laughter.
“That’s why we come here every night — to clear the excesses from our heads,” Mr. Lancaderas said, adding, however, that the two always adhered to karaoke etiquette and, of course, refrained from singing “My Way.”
“Misunderstanding and jealousy,” in his view, were behind the “My Way” killings. “I just hope it doesn’t happen here,” he said.
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Here are the lyrics to “My Way”
And now, the end is near,
And so I face the final curtain.
My friends, I’ll say it clear;
I’ll state my case of which I’m certain.

I’ve lived a life that’s full -
I’ve travelled each and every highway.
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Regrets? I’ve had a few,
But then again, too few to mention.
I did what I had to do
And saw it through without exemption.

I planned each charted course -
Each careful step along the byway,
And more, much more than this,
I did it my way.

Yes, there were times, I’m sure you knew,
When I bit off more than I could chew,
But through it all, when there was doubt,
I ate it up and spit it out.
I faced it all and I stood tall
And did it my way.

I’ve loved, I’ve laughed and cried,
I’ve had my fill – my share of losing.
But now, as tears subside,
I find it all so amusing.

To think I did all that,
And may I say, not in a shy way -
Oh no. Oh no, not me.
I did it my way.

For what is a man? What has he got?
If not himself – Then he has naught.
To say the things he truly feels
And not the words of one who kneels.
The record shows I took the blows
And did it my way.

Yes, it was my way.

Here’s another Shazam find.

I just knew I recognized the voice singing on the radio the other evening but it was no song I’d ever heard. Sure enough, for those of you Shins fans out there, it was James Mercer doing a side project with Danger Mouse and they’ve announced an album to be out at the beginning of March.

From the reviews, it sounds like people are pretty excited about the mix of sound these two are creating. I’m just feeling darn proud of myself that I know some current news happening in the musical world. It’s definitely been a while!

Since I don’t actually have the album I’ll leave you with the Broken Bells website. It’s kind of cool so hopefully that’ll make up for having to use an outside link. This is the album’s first single, called “The High Road.”

One of my mental New Year resolutions was to listen to more new music in 2010. So far I think I’m fairing better than last year and I have my phone to thank for that. For those of you who have applications on your phones you might know about Shazam, which I have to say is totally awesome and helpful for my musical improvement.

Shazam is a little program that lets you record something you’re hearing – it records about 20 seconds for you – and then analyzes what you are listening to. As long as it can figure it out, and it’s quite good, it’ll bring up a link of the song and album and then further links to where you can buy it on itunes or read reviews about it or send a note to yourself about it.

A couple weeks ago I was at Sip and Ship and this catchy little song came on that I just had to get more info about so, boom, Shazam to the rescue! It was a strange sounding song. 80s beat, slightly Davie Bowie sounding vocals in the beginning and then cutting to this totally 70s sounding falsetto. I couldn’t believe the instantaneous mix of genres going on in the song. Anyway, Slanky downloaded the album later that evening for me and it’s totally fun and peppy.

The band is called Empire of the Sun and the song I heard was Walking on a Dream. The group is actually an Australian group classified as electronic but they really mix genres throughout the entire album. I think at least one song also has some live guitar in it. It’s a pretty fun album, though not for all types of listening occasions.

I won’t include lyrics here because a) I don’t know what they are saying anyway and b) this review doesn’t really cover the meaty stuff like what the song’s about and whatnot, i don’t see that as being the point when it sounds fun.