Archive for September, 2007

It’s Official: I’m Certifiable

As a school psychologist, that is! I got my PRAXIS II results back last week, and I did well enough that I can apply for certification in all 50 states, as well as NCSP (national certification). All that’s left is to kill off this internship and 3 more courses, and I’m ready to go.

Barring unforeseen circumstances, it looks like by this time next year, I’ll be in ur schoolz, psychologizin’ ur students (sorry, had to beat the last breath out of the lolcats theme from the last post. If you don’t get it, consider yourself blessed).

It’s been about as hectic as I’d expected it to be this first week of school – kids started last Wednesday, and we have off this Thursday for Rosh Hashanah. I’d like to post my first week reflections before then, as well as comment on the impending brouhaha between the APA and NASP regarding who should be allowed to call themselves “psychologists”, but if I don’t, L’shana tovah, and I’ll definitely post at the weekend.

PS: I will never, ever get tired of hearing, “I wuv you, Daddy!”. I’m going to make him say it when he’s 40, and just you see if I don’t.

PPS: Major apologies if anyone was looking to reference any of my Top Ten tracks from last post – edublogs permitting, I will post by this Sunday evening at the very latest.

Mai Songz: Let Me Show U Them

So Jeff listed and explained his Top Ten songs of the moment and encouraged his readership to do the same. I’m taking him up on it here. I’ve also included links to eMusic where applicable (check them out – highly worthwhile, DRM-free indie-label music of all genres). Here they are, in no particular order:

1. Little Man Tate, “European Lover”: As my UK readership (both of you) recuperates from the laughing fit this no doubt generated, I’ll stand up and take my medicine like a man. I like quite a bit of LMT’s stuff. Crap name, frequently juvenile subject matter, but some catchy tunes. I dare you to listen to this track and not cue it up for a replay (with singalong!).

2. Rick Henrickson, “Cool Dry Place”: Cross Marshall Crenshaw with Joe Jackson and distort the guitars a bit, and you’ve got Rick Henrickson. His whole album is fantastic, but “Cool Dry Place” and “Sonoma” stand out. If Elliott Smith ever pulled a Dylan and went electric, I could see him turning out something like this (not that that’s really a possibility now anyway…).

3. Ride, “Leave Them All Behind”: Swirling, whirling, fuzzed-out guitars and moany, ethereal lyrics make for the kind of song in which you can lose yourself – an almost Phil Spectorish Wall of Sound. I love the way the song builds from synth to drums to bass and guitar and eventually envelops the listener like a fog.

You’ll notice I haven’t touched upon the lyrics at all yet. I’ve found recently that in exploring new music, I’ve been less focused on the lyrics and more on the music, EXCEPT in the case of…

4. Del tha Funkee Homosapien, “Why You Wanna Get Funky with Me?”: Del’s the real deal, and a rapper I think any English teacher would appreciate, due to his dexterity with the language. Del would probably hate to be called old-school, but his rhymes come from a much more traditional place than much of the radio-ready hip-hop/R&B out there today. He gloats about his lyrical prowess in many of his tracks (rightly so), but demonstrates his self-deprecating sense of humor with this tale of his complete inability to get a girl – “Man, that fool got clowned AGAIN!” Guess he didn’t tell them his cousin is Ice Cube (Del’s crew Hieroglyphics is also a pretty strong collective, much in the same vein as Wu-Tang Clan).

5. Nada Surf, “Always Love”: Nice sentiment about letting go of grudges, semi-anthemic in its presentation. Trying to pick the one Nada Surf song to include here is almost an exercise in futility; their albums Let Go and The Weight is a Gift are near-perfect in their entirety – intelligent, reflective, and emotionally honest rock with nary a whine, whimper, or hint of self-pity.

6. Belle & Sebastian, “Sukie in the Graveyard”: No deep explanation here – I just love choppy Hammond organ.

7. Ivy, “Undertow”: Another heavily atmospheric song, mixing strings & horns with a trip-hoppy beat and Dominique Durand’s breathy vocals. Again, music trumps vocals lyrics for me here. Dominique Durand could yodel the telephone book and I’d buy it. Ivy’s Adam Schlesinger is also in Fountains of Wayne and wrote the theme song to the film, That Thing You Do!

8. Irving, “The Gentle Preservation of Children’s Minds”: Lyrically, anecdotes about the need for it. Musically… The Cure meets The Church at a Velvet Underground reunion show – how about that? A baritone voice over a dutiful bassline (yes, I described a bassline as “dutiful” – you would too, if you heard this song).

9. Manic Street Preachers, “Suicide is Painless”: Rare is the occasion when I advocate for a cover over an original, but this is one of those times. James Dean Bradfield’s ragged voice builds to a scream by the final chorus, mirroring the mounting frustration in the lyrics. A relative oldie on this list (1992 – I was a sophomore in high school when this came out), but still a goodie. This version has teeth.

10. Noisia & Mayhem, “Moonway Renegade”: Though the majority of the songs on this list are guitar-oriented rock songs, I’ve been listening to a lot of hardcore drum n’ bass over the last 8-10 months. This track (from an awesome hardcore mix called Subwoofer Candy, Vol. 2) mixes dialogue from an old kung fu flick (no idea which one) with beats designed to sound like landed blows.

This certainly isn’t my all-time Top Ten, just a current snapshot. Honorable mention goes to Cold War Kids, The Cinematics, The Buckners, and Gridlok, none of whom sound remotely like any of the other three.

Thanks for the challenge, Jeff. This was just what I needed to unwind after the first day of school.

New Year’s Eve (No Rockin’ Here)

Gregorians be damned; tonight is the REAL New Year’s Eve – school starts tomorrow for us. Nothing profound to say except to wish all of you who start teaching tomorrow good luck, especially pre-service and first-year teachers – we are all rooting for you.

My wife, whose first day is also tomorrow, has been in bed since eight; I probably won’t slip between the sheets ’til round midnight or one, give or take. Not purely out of choice, mind you, but because I can never get to sleep the night before school starts.

Even after seven years of this, I still feel like I’m slowly approaching the top of the hill on a roller coaster. I’ll crest at about 7:35 tomorrow morning and start screaming Earthward from then until 2:50, during which time I can count on a few loops and spirals (many unexpected). Around 2:50, I’ll pull into the station with a satisfying “SCHFF!”, not knowing entirely what hit me, but knowing that I want to get right back in line for the next ride.

I may be up all night tonight, but I am going to sleep WELL tomorrow.