SOUNDTRACK: RUBBLEBUCKET-Tiny Desk Concert #416 (January 20, 2015).
Rubblebucket plays horn-infused music that is fun but not too crazy. With a name like that I thought they’d be a bit more wild, but although they are fun (they asked if they could bring a confetti cannon–Bob was a killjoy on that front) their music is fairly traditional. The trombone (I can’t believe how many trombones I’ve written about in the last week) even has a mute on it.
Singer Kalmia Traver is fun and bouncy (with a bizarre sweater). And she is an engaging front woman.
The band plays 3 songs. “Carousel Ride” has a some great lead trumpet (by Alex Toth) and some rather complicated rhythms. For the second song, “On the Ground,” Traver straps a tambourine to her foot and also plays flute
“The Sound of Erasing” is a song about skinny dipping your pain way (in which Toth plays flute and trumpet as well), while Traver plays keyboard).
Her voice sounds a little weak (I don’t know if she normally hits some of those notes) but that seems to be a common problem with singers coming in during the day to these Tiny Desk Concerts.
While they won’t be a favorite band of mine, this set was really enjoyable.
[READ: January 28, 2015] Tomboy
I saw this at the library. Between the simple cover and the intriguing premise, I had to check it out.
This is Liz Prince’s memoir of growing up as a tomboy–not a lesbian, not a cross dresser (well, maybe), just a girl who enjoyed playing with boys. And the heaps of abuse she received all through school for it.
The story starts out simply enough with Liz being old enough to say she doesn’t want to wear dresses. And it’s cute and her parents are cool with her decision–because really it doesn’t matter all that much when you’re little. She had a younger brother who had long hair, what was the problem? This was during the 80s, I believe.
But then she started going to school where wearing boy’s clothes would certainly cause some comments–especially from the older boys. God, kids suck.
Liz learned early on that she liked “boy’s” toys more than “girl’s” toys–action figures rather than dolls, bugs rather than princesses. And also that most of her heroes were the male heroes of movies–why be rescued when you can do the rescuing? (The part where she hops in time machine to yell at a “model” who claims to be a tomboy in a magazine article is hilarious). (more…)
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