Showing posts with label flagpole. Show all posts
Showing posts with label flagpole. Show all posts

Thursday, November 1, 2007

Sanitized for your protection


Good morning, one and all. You may say it's now November, but I say it's Yesvember! Actually, that's a lie. I do call it "Novemember" sometimes though, because I have a t-shirt with that typo on it. If someone hadn't pointed that out to me, I don't think I ever would've noticed it. Somewhat similarly, my old boss Kim and I once turned in a logo design for the Orientation Staff t-shirts, and the printing company called back and asked if we intentionally put three Ms in "Summmer." I can't tell you how many times we'd looked at that logo before sending it off, yet neither of us ever noticed that glaring addition. "I thought maybe it was some pun about being delicious or something," the printer said. "No, we're just morons," we replied.

That's not what I'm here to discuss on this fine Sorry Honey It's Thursday, though. No, friends, I caused movement in my memory banks while writing yesterday, and that's where I'm headed for this post. The whole idea of switching words in songs reminded me of the goldmine awaiting me in the wide world of dubbing.

Wow, I don't even know where to start on this one. I'll start with radio edits of songs. These are always hilarious to everyone who knows the uncensored versions. Back in the day, my favorite brother and I found a clean version of some Eazy E rap songs in our cousin Daniel's room. They were so funny that I still prefer them to the originals. Keep in mind that these songs are filled to the brim with profanity, so it amazes me that anyone would ever think to have him record a less offensive version. Throughout one particular song, he turns "bitches" into "girlies" many, many times. As in, "Well I'm Eazy E, I got girlies galore/You may have a lot of girlies but I got much more." The only time he doesn't is when the rhyme needed it there, so instead the just scrambled the sound: "Hittin' my switches/Collect from my VXGWHDL/The money that I make so I can add to my riches." Good times, good times. Oh yeah, and "everybody" is a suitable replacement for "motherfuckers," in case you're ever in a bind.

I think of three other songs right away when it comes to clean versions. First, "Creep" by Radiohead is a clean version and I didn't know it until I got the album. It's a big difference too. In the song I knew from the radio, Thom Yorke sings, "I wish I was special/You're so very special." In the album version, the sentiment changes a little: "I wish I was special/You're so fucking special." Oh, maybe it's not a love song after all.

Another one whose meaning changes dramatically is James Blunt's "You're Beautiful." When he sings on the radio, "She could see from my face that I was flying high," it conjures an image of him happily and longingly gazing at her. When it turns out that his face really showed that he was "fucking high," that conjures an image of red eyes and potato chip crumbs. Yep, that's a little different there, Jimmy.

The third example doesn't really change the meaning as much as it just omits the best part to sing along with. At the end of "Killing In The Name" by Rage Against the Machine, lead singer Zack de la Rocha says (and then screams), "Fuck you, I won't do what you tell me" a whopping 16 times in a row before yelling, "Motherfuckerrrrr!" On the radio version, it skips all of that and just goes right to the closing drum sequence. Folks, if you haven't heard this song in its true form, let me assure you that it raises the angst level up a notch when one says that phrase that many times in a row. Go on, try it in your head and start screaming the words after the eighth time. When that came out, I was a teenager and knew everything, so it was even that much better.

It's interesting to see what they alter or bleep and on the radio and what they deem acceptable. It varies by market, which I think would be a fascinating study if any of you were so inclined to take that on as a project. For example, "Flagpole Sitta" by Harvey Danger has the words "God damn" in them. That was no problem in Santa Barbara, but Sacramento removed those words from the song when I heard it up there.

Even more interesting (to me at least), some songs are modified after years of being played in their original states. Por ejemplo, I've occasionally heard "Brown Eyed Girl" by Van Morrison with the "Making love in the green grass" line removed and replaced with a second "Laughing and a-running, hey hey." Why? Someone apparently came along and said, "Ya know, maybe that will corrupt our youth. Let's do something about it."

The only late-stage modification that I'm ok with is one that recently made me laugh. Since around 95, stations have played a Sublime song called "Caress Me Down." It's got some really dirty lines in it that have never been bleeped out, and they're still not. I enjoy a part of the song in which the lead singer switches to Spanish (and some Spanglish) for a while. I've always felt cool singing along with it while the other gringos wait for the English to come back in. Anyway, one of the lines refers to someone "con un chingo de dinero." Spanish-speaking readers, feel free to correct me, but I've always translated that as the rough equivalent of "a shitload of money" (even though it's technically "a fuck of money"). Well, last month, our L.A. modern rock station finally realized that they probably should take that one word out of the song, so they did. It shocked me after hearing it on the airwaves for a decade, but I can't argue with their decision.

Wow, that's a lot of bad words for one post. I'm almost proud of myself...and shit. You, yeah you out there, have a good day. See you back here for some Follow Up Friday action. I'll return to more under the umbrella of "dubbing" next week. Got anything you wish to share with your friendly neighborhood Peter about anything at all? Email ptklein@gmail.com, and there will be much rejoicing.

Thursday, August 16, 2007

A woman scorned


Good morning, gentle readers. Since Elvis died 30 years ago today, this one goes out to him and his family. Mainly Priscilla, because even though she looks all weird and plastic now, she kicked ass as Lt. Frank Drebin's love interest in "The Naked Gun." Anyone who pulls off the, "Thanks, I just had it stuffed" line so perfectly is ok in my book.

When I left you yesterday, you had puppy dog eyes and didn't want me to go. Oh wait, that was my dog. I always confuse you two. When I ended my post yesterday, Kanita had just heard me tell a group of people that I didn't like her. I worried that I had maybe set myself up for a hard rest of the week, and I was pretty spot-on with that assessment.

The very next day, we were in co-ed groups rehearsing skits to be performed at the end of the week. My memory might be playing tricks on me, but I recall that I was somehow playing Santa Claus in our scene. Disirregardless, I was standing precariously on a wheelbarrow, since that's the way Jewish Santa Clauses roll, and reading my lines. Kanita walked by and, without making any eye contact, "accidentally" bumped into it, causing me to fall flat on my ass. "Sorry," her mouth said, but her eyes said, "How could you?" I wanted to believe the mouth, but I knew it was pointless. A more mature Peter would've walked up to her, apologized for hurting her feelings, and suggested that we act civilly toward each other for the remainder of the week. By "we act civilly," I would've meant, "you don't hurt me." I was not a more mature Peter though, so I just laughed it off and hoped nothing of the sort would happen again.

I managed to pretty much avoid her from that point on. That is, until the last night at camp. My friends and I were all hanging out in our cabin with a young German kid named Jay who looked like a mini Hulk Hogan and talked funny. What more did we need? There was a knock on the door, and then Kanita entered before we could even ask who it was. First of all, girls weren't allowed in there. Second of all, it was after the time allowed to be out of one's cabin (yeah, I know, I'm such a stickler when I want the rules to apply).

Everyone froze, confused my Kanita's presence. Her eyes met mine, and she looked equal parts crazy and angry. "You don't like me?" she said with a clenched jaw, and she started to take a step toward me. "Uh, Kanita," I stammered, and she took another couple of steps and raised her hands as if she were about to choke me. "You leave Peter alone!" shouted little Jay, and he ran up to her and grabbed her leg with all of his might. She tried to keep moving toward me, but the commotion had brought our counselor in to see what was going on. I don't think he expected to see the scene before him, and his face confirmed that. He snapped out of it though, ordered Kanita out of there, and told her there would be disciplinary action tomorrow. We all knew that was full of shit since we were going home right after breakfast, but it still got her out of the cabin. I vaguely remember referring to her as a "she-bitch" right after that, but I don't even know what that means. In hindsight, I really wish I had said something like, "Kanita can-eat-a dick!" I'd still be getting commended on that one to this day if I had managed that in the heat of the moment.

We spent the next hour or more talking about what had happened, and even though it was past "lights out" time, the counselor let us keep talking. In the morning, our topic of conversation didn't change, and we sat at breakfast looking over to Kanita's table often to make sure she wasn't coming back to finish the job. We got out of there and went back to finish packing, which is when Jason N. came up with his song:

"Kanita,
Everybody loves to beat her.
Kanita,
Kanita loves Peter.

One da-ay,
Down at the flagpole,
She tackled DJ,
Kanita's an asshole.

Kanita,
Everybody loves to beat her.
Kanita,
Kanita loves Peter."

It was catchy, and now I'm kinda pissed at myself since I know I'll have it in my head all day. Great slant rhyme with "flagpole" and "asshole," don't ya think? It totally makes up for the forced "beat her" line in my opinion. I finished packing and said goodbye to everyone as I waited for my parents. They showed up and began asking all of the usual questions. As we were walking to the car and I was telling them that I had a fun week, I looked up to the area where the girls' cabins were. Sure enough, there stood Kanita, watching me. Sadly, she raised a hand to say goodbye, and I nodded back to her while trying to hide it from my parents. I've always thought that her little wave was an apology for going overboard, but for all I know, she could've been trying to activate some poison-tipped arrow launcher hidden in the shirt.

And so, gentle readers, that is my long camp story. I've told it many times over the years, but something just occurred to me this time: all of my troubles with Kanita began after my friends and I broke our pact and invited others into our special, hidden place. The whole thing strikes me as very "Twilight Zone" meets "Monkey's Paw" meets the smoke monster from "Lost." I'm sure you agree, if you can accept that she was inhabited by the angry spirit of the Rope Trail and was hell-bent on revenge for those who took the awesome beauty so lightly. What happens when you share what should never be shared? Kanita! What happens when the body ascends to a place the young mind cannot yet reach? Kanita! Who probably would've gotten some sweet Klein action if she hadn't worn a turtleneck? Kanita! Someone get M. Night Shamalamadingdong on the phone; this can't be any worse than "Lady in the Water."

Have a great day, my friends. I'll see you back here tomorrow for yet another FUF piece. If you can't wait that long, just email ptklein@gmail.com and hopefully that will cool your jets long enough that you don't make any rash decisions in the midst of your UOPTA withdrawals.