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19
Jul

Adele — “Set Fire to the Rain” (from 21) — Set Fire to the Rain - 21

I’ve no qualms about saying how much I love Adele, or admitting how high 21 is likely to land on my year-end top ten list. (Answer: very.) But I have to tell you, I have officially reached my saturation point on “Rolling in the Deep” — the album’s monster smash leadoff single, which seems to have taken up permanent residence on just about every radio station on the dial (I’m sure we’re just weeks away from a hit country cover, as well!) this summer and has so blanketed the collective cultural consciousness that even our grandmothers know who this heifer is. Dell, baby, it’s time to let this one go and move on to numero dos before we all start marching through the interiors of our skulls trying to eradicate every last trace of our affection for you. (Please!)

17
Jul

Janie Fricke — “It Ain’t Easy Bein’ Easy” (from Greatest Hits) — It Ain't Easy Bein' Easy - Janie Fricke: 17 Greatest Hits

It may or may not surprise you to learn that there exists a corner in the deep, dark interior of my soul — a corner of sleepy yearning, a corner of desperation and perspiration — which gets in a weird mood sometimes, a mood that only exposure to the furiously magnificent Fricke, a long-forgotten and criminally underappreciated two-time winner of the Country Music Association’s Female Vocalist of the Year prize in the early ’80s (and one of the great heroines of my childhood), can quench and quell. (Suffice to say that I’m struck by one of those moods today.)

16
Jul

Coldplay — “Every Teardrop is a Waterfall”
(from Every Teardrop is a Waterfall) — Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall - Every Teardrop Is a Waterfall - Single

I’m still not totally sold on this one: the lyrics are yet another hunk of dopey, pretentiously British-y cornpone, though the melody soars on eagles’ wings (which is essentially another way of saying, it’s not so different from any other Coldplay song). But at least Chris Martin (for the most part) doesn’t come off like a morose whiny-baby here — matter of fact, he almost sounds (gasp!) happy — and whoever came up with that freaky-fab guitar riff that sounds like a blast of bagpipes gets my early vote for man of the year. If not a full step in the right direction for these guys, Teardrop is at very least a glance.

14
Jul

Gavin DeGraw — “Not Over You” (from Sweeter) — Not Over You - Not Over You - Single

The Hive kicks off its second year of life with a request from Sherry Ann, who texted me last week and commanded me to give this song some attention and love. No sweat: DeGraw — a troubadour straight out of the old school, but laced with a funked-up modern sensibility (to say nothing of his hella fine piano chops) — is one of the few real deals to have emerged in the past decade, and though I suspect he faces a tough trudge with this tune — the terrific lead single from his fourth album, due in September — at pop radio, which has all but abandoned melody of late, it’s great to see him bravely fighting the good fight nonetheless.

13
Jul

 

A chastised me yesterday for not leaving this post on the front page a bit longer (just the way the timing shook out, darling!), and because I am profoundly proud of how the final product turned out (and because it took about four tedious hours of cutting, pasting, and tinkering to splice it all together), I’m throwing this back up on top for the day. Three hundred sixty-seven days ago now, inspired by a flash of genius and grace at a traffic light one summer evening, I started a new “song of the day” feature on this website entitled Honey from the Hive. I had multiple goals when I decided to open up this Pandora’s box: I was looking for a way to goose reader traffic and make Brandon’s Buzz much more of a daily destination than an occasional read, as well as a way to shoehorn even more music-related fare into a blog whose primary purpose for existing was already to wax poetic on my eternal love of song. Most importantly, I had long been searching for a way to impel myself to write: write anything, write something, for this site every day. (Sadly, there are still occasional gaps between updates — though not nearly as many as there used to be — but otherwise, I couldn’t be more thrilled with how year one of this little side project has taken shape.) Looking at the list of 242 songs below is quite a trip: a wide cross-section of clashing styles are represented here — perfectly apropos, this, given my maddeningly broad tastes — and in just a minute or two, you can relive a brilliant year in the life of a lovably insane music fan, and understand with renewed clarity how every piece of my life — every friend I make, every breath I take (ha!), every movie I see, every conversation I start — is irrevocably colored by my passion and respect for the masterful melodies that score each of our days.

 

JULY 11: Dierks Bentley (featuring Del McCoury & The Punch Brothers)
“Pride (In the Name of Love)” (from Up on the Ridge) — Pride

 

JULY 12: Melissa Etheridge — “Fearless Love”
(from Fearless Love) — Fearless

 

JULY 13: Tara MacLean — “If I Fall” (from Passenger) — If

 

JULY 14: John Mellencamp — “Case 795 (The Family)”
(from Human Wheels) — Case

 

JULY 15: Dido — “Mary’s in India” (from Life for Rent) — Mary's

 

JULY 16: Laura Branigan — “Spanish Eddie”
(from The Best of Branigan) — Spanish

 

JULY 17: Sara Bareilles — “King of Anything”
(from Kaleidoscope Heart) — King

 

JULY 18: George Jones — “The King is Gone (So Are You)”
(from 16 Biggest Hits) — The

 

JULY 19: Norah Jones — “Jesus, Etc. (Sad, Sad Songs)”
(from The Fall [Deluxe Edition]) — Jesus,

 

JULY 20: Bernard Butler — “Not Alone” (from People Move On) — Not

 

(more…)

11
Jul

Shawn Colvin — “One Small Year” (from Whole New You) — One Small Year - Whole New You

I already said everything worth saying about Honey from the Hive‘s first birthday in yesterday’s post, so I won’t bore you here with a warmed-over rehash. (A small bit of trivia that I intended but failed to divulge yesterday, in case you’re curious: according to this site’s statistics, the three most popular song posts from this first year were, in descending order: my beloved Tori Amos’ “Jackie’s Strength” from July 27; Sugarland’s “Stuck Like Glue” from July 28, and Chris Isaak’s “Wicked Game” from September 2.) Instead, I’ll just say, once more, from the bottom of my heart: thanks. A million.

9
Jul

Kendall Payne — “Honest” (from Jordan’s Sister) — Honest - Jordan's Sister

She emboldened and empowered an entire generation of women, of Americans, of people, with her unapologetic candor, her unyielding honesty, and her disarmingly intimate example, and she saved a number of lives that must surely by now measure in the millions, simply by laying herself bare and recognizing that her status as the wife of the most powerful man on Earth didn’t exempt her from that awful malady called being human. Her enormous legacy is living proof that sometimes the most noble and courageous action we can take is to open our mouths and let any and all within earshot know how the world looks from our own particular plot of ground. (May the angels bless you and bless you forever, Miss Betty Ford, wherever you may now be.)

6
Jul

Paul Simon — “Pigs, Sheep, and Wolves” (from You’re the One) — Pigs, Sheep and Wolves - You're the One

I freely admit that I have no bidness whatsoever chiming in on this luridly crazy Casey Anthony mess that is temporarily dominating the national conversation, because I haven’t followed this trial’s twists and turns with even a passing interest, and essentially all I know about the case I learned from paying half-hearted attention to the daily news blurbs on Inside Edition (a program that, no matter how much I love it, hardly has the probing journalistic sensibilities of a Frontline or even an Access Hollywood). Still, I can’t help myself: I happened to find myself listening to Sean Hannity’s radio program (don’t ask!) yesterday afternoon after the verdicts came down — Anthony was found guilty of lying to the police, basically, but not guilty of murder, manslaughter, or child abuse with regard to the still-unexplained death of her toddler daughter — and because I tend to find Hannity an insufferably pompous gasbag, I tend to avoid his pontifications whenever possible, but I was so riveted by the fact that he was making a great deal of sense in his analysis of this trial (and I was so stunned by the fact that I was actively agreeing with everything he said about same) that I couldn’t summon the strength to change channels. It’s not for me to say what role, if any, Anthony played in the tragic death of her daughter — and, by all external appearances, one must believe it was a significant one — but the prosecution failed wholly to prove their case, and so overplayed their weak hand that this jury frankly had no other choice but to do what they did. It doesn’t really matter what Anthony may or may not have Googled for research purposes (and incidentally, how many items in your personal computer’s history would you be hard-pressed to summon a reasonable explanation for if caught red-handed?), or how she may or may not have acted in the immediate wake of her daughter’s disappearance (and where, exactly, is The Official Handbook for How to Grieve Without Looking Guilty As All Hell in the Dewey Decimal System?), because the very heart of the case, as I understand it, was hollow: nobody — not one of the forensic experts working on this case — has been able to determine with any degree of certitude how this young girl even died, which means no one can say with any definitive proof that she was murdered. The people prosecuting this case seriously expected this jury to send this indisputably troubled woman to death row when they couldn’t even establish that a murder took place here at all? Sorry, but, for whatever flaws it may possess, the American system of jurisprudence — which was constructed around the idea that claims must be proven with silly things like facts, and evidence, and the abject elimination of even the slimmest shred of reasonable doubt — doesn’t work that way, and regardless of how oddly this woman may have behaved or how guilty she may have seemed for the past three years, this jury yesterday, having been handed a pile of tawdry and exceptionally muddled nonsense, made the least outrageous choice possible, and for that, they should be not chastised but commended.

4
Jul

Stephen Kellogg and the Sixers — “4th of July”
(from Glassjaw Boxer) — 4th of July - Glassjaw Boxer

It’s a fireworks-less holiday here in the Cen-Tex, but wherever (and however) you’re celebrating your Independence Day, the Buzz hopes it’s a happy one, y’all.

3
Jul

INXS (featuring Pat Monahan) — “Beautiful Girl”
(from Original Sin) — Beautiful Girl (feat. Pat Monahan) - Original Sin

Because the lyrics he sings tend to be disastrously dopey as often as they are brilliantly probing, Monahan — the fearless leader of those Grammy-winning pop behemoths Train — doesn’t always get the credit he so richly and eternally deserves as a truly gifted performer. (I’d wager the fact that Pat is now more famous and celebrated for singing fluffy nonsense like “Hey, Soul Sister” than for his crazy-great classics “Drops of Jupiter” and “Meet Virginia” — to say nothing of little-known masterworks of his like “Pirate on the Run” and “Always Midnight” — is not going to help that particular cause at all.) But he is flat-out fabulous here, stepping into Michael Hutchence’s ginormous shoes — a titanic task you’d scarcely wish on anybody! — and creating something entirely fresh, and wholly enjoyable: adapting his voice just so, all the better to effectively mimic that clipped hush that marked most of Hutchence’s most memorable work, and yet knowing just when to unleash the acrobatic power which marks all of his own, Monahan kills this classic, resuscitates it, and then slaughters it all the hell over again. A ravishing case study in crafting a landmark cover.

30
Jun

Javier Colon — “Stitch By Stitch” (from Stitch By Stitch) — Stitch By Stitch (The Voice Performance) - Stitch By Stitch (The Voice Performance) - Single

Forgive me for tooting my own horn for a moment, but exactly two months ago (to the day!), after only having watched the premiere episode and not yet having a full sense of the scope and breadth of the competition, I tagged Mr. Colon, in this very space, the instant front-runner to win NBC’s surprise smash singing competition The Voice immediately upon seeing his wrenchingly glorious take on Cyndi Lauper’s classic “Time After Time.” And so it came to pass last night: going against the grain of thought that had his worthy rival Dia Frampton taking the prize, America agreed with me that Javier was the clear champion and voted for him as such. The show’s primary conceit — it’s in the frickin’ title, after all! — was that the contestants’ voices be paramount and take precedence over cheap rafter-raising theatrics and clever stunting, and in the end, it all came down to this gracefully gifted young man’s immense, electric talent. (Course, we must now pray that, as Colon navigates the road that lay before him, he is allowed the creative space to breathe and to make a record that truly puts that talent on full, divine display.)

27
Jun

Katie Melua — “If the Lights Go Out” (from Pictures) — If the Lights Go Out - Pictures

Thinking today of A and his extended family — which, sadly, now contains one less member than it did a day ago — and pondering the crazy fragility of life, the impenetrable strength of memory, and the comforting wisdom of music. Tomorrow is promised to none of us, so the best things we possess in tomorrow’s stead are love (love of our partners, of our children, of our friends, of our enemies, of old acquaintance not forgot), and song (always song, always this nutty idea of random words stitched together in some rhyme scheme or another to effect the magnificent splendor of melody). (I love you, A.)

25
Jun

Martina McBride — “Lies” (from Shine) — Lies - Shine

As painfully underwhelming as most of her singles have been in the past half-decade or so, McBride — as she proves with this surprisingly powerful stunner — still has some of the strongest album cuts going. (One is almost brought to suspect that there exists some kooky conspiracy somewhere in the bowels of her bidness to keep Martina’s best material off of country radio, yeah?)