The second season of “Flight of the Conchords” premieres on HBO this Sunday, January 18 at 10 pm! Woohoo!
My DV-R will be working overtime to catch new episodes of “24” and “Lost,” but I’m most excited about the deadpan hilarity of New Zealand’s “fourth most popular guitar-based digi-bongo acapella-rap-funk-comedy folk duo” as they try to make it big in New York City.
Not familiar with the show? Bret McKenzie (pictured, left) is the thoughtful one, easy-going but prone to angry dancing. Jemaine Clement is more sociable, self-centered, and cynical with a deep Barry White singing voice. The duo’s appeal comes through the kind of observational humor and absurdity that makes mockumentaries like “This is Spinal Tap” endlessly enjoyable.
The comedy is built, of course, around the band’s Grammy Award-winning music. I can’t get enough of the uncomfortably honest love songs (“Business Time“), the music video geek-nip (“Robots” and “Frodo, Don’t Wear the Ring“) and anything by their rap alter-egos, “Hip-hopopotamus” and “Rhymenocerus.” (HBO’s “Lip Dub Fansterpiece” even invites fans to submit their own version of the band’s rap parody.)
The hard drive on my Mac Book died and with it, a very precious document that I had been working on, and NO I didn’t have it backed up (*sigh*). My daughter’s favorite teacher resigned from her school. And my debt to sanity ratio is wildly out of balance so, sorry, Visa, ’cause I just don’t know when you’re going to get your money.
What a crappy week. I can’t decide whether I feel most like Michael Jackson’s Scarecrow from The Wiz…you can’t win. You can’t break even. And you can’t get out of the gaaaaame. Or, in my darkest moments of foot-stomping frustration, Mabel King’s Evilene, The Wicked Witch of the West. I want to growl at those creepy winged monkeys…don’t nobody bring me NO BAD NEWS!!!
How ironic that this is the week Frieda and I committed to making “Gratitude Lists” to celebrate the holidays. Nevertheless, what began as a grand cosmic joke has, surprisingly, become an invigorating challenge. Writing this list forced me to look beyond the craptastic circumstances of my present moment and think on those things that bring lasting value.
Kadir Nelson's artwork for "Please, Puppy, Please"
And so this year, in no particular order, I am grateful for…
- my baby girl’s perfect, tiny brown toes
- the way my husband laughs – loud and long – whenever he watches TV bloopers (particularly those involving dogs)
- any book illustrated by Kadir Nelson
- the opening chords of John Coltrane’s “Naima”
- the daffodils that used to grow in my grandmother’s flower garden.
- the simple genius of Marguerite Abouet’s graphic novel, Aya
- corn on the cob (Seriously, can you believe this stuff grows naturally out of the ground?)
- the vote I cast for Barack Obama, 44th President of the United States
- my first cup of coffee in the morning
- singing along to HBO’s Flight of the Conchords in my car
- the salty smell of the Chesapeake Bay at my “Home by the Sea”
- the personal joy of writing this blog with my best pal
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