Radio Playlist: New Music August 2015

We are in the height of summer and as always this time of year, there's lots of new music to give a spin, virtually or otherwise.  If you want to catch my list from July you can see that playlist here.

As always, it's limited in that if an artist hasn't chosen to post a song on Spotify, I can't put it on the list, nor can I feature songs from as-yet-unreleased albums.  But I'm always keeping stuff in reserve for the next Spotify playlist.

Check out the list here.

**** New Music August 2015 (August 2015 Kindie Playlist) ****

"Leap Frog" - Jazzy Ash

"Use a Contraction" - The Bazillions

"Please Don't Eat My Guitar" - The Salamanders

"Revolution #8" - Brian Vogan and his Good Buddies

"Sawdust and Spangles" - Ralph's World

"Animal Song" - Kevin Gerzevitz

"Let It Go" - Miss Melodee

"A Mysterious Chamber" - Joe Taylor

Video: "C Is for Cat" - The Pop Ups

The wonderful duo The Pop Ups are continuing their video series, and their latest, Episode 4, features a BRAND NEW SONG.  The song is called "C Is for Cat," and while I can't say that it reaches the level of bonkers that their video for "Robot Dance" did, it's still pretty darn good as it outlines feline preferences (cars and carp, among other things).  And that robot dance video didn't instruct you or your kids on how to draw a cat.  This one?  Nailed it.

The Pop Ups - "C Is for Cat" [YouTube]

Movie Review: Shaun the Sheep Movie

Shaun the Sheep Movie poster

Shaun the Sheep Movie poster

I posted some comments about a recent animated movie on Facebook -- I wouldn't normally call out a movie in a review of a different movie, but the story doesn't work if I don't say that it was Minions.  I suggested that that movie failed to fully make me care about the characters and seemed to tire of the plot about two-thirds of the way through, and someone said, what do you expect from a movie in which the primary characters don't speak any sort of recognizable language?

To which I replied that I fully expected Aardman Animation to create characters I care about and a compelling in the upcoming Shaun the Sheep Movie.

My love for Aardman dates back to well before I kids, more than 20 years ago when in 1993 I first saw The Wrong Trousers, the second movie to feature Wallace and Gromit, a British bachelor with a predilection for absurd inventions (Wallace), and his down to earth dog (Gromit).  Aardman specializes in stop-motion animation with clay.  Director Nick Park and his Aardman animators did such an amazing job giving emotional expression to Gromit, who doesn't speak, doesn't even make a single sound, in that movie, that I was hooked, and have seen much of their output since.  (Think of them, to some extent, as a British Pixar, though one that's been around for more than 40 years, and long before Park and Wallace and Gromit.)

The third W&G movie (1995's A Close Shave) was about a sheep rustler, and featured in a small role a diminutive and somewhat plucky sheep which Wallace named Shaun.  In 2007, Shaun got his own TV series in which he and his flock had been transferred to a farm in northern England. The basic gist of the series, which features 7-minute episodes, is that Shaun and his flock -- who are particularly smart and with human-like skills -- get into simple adventures (e.g., wanting to have a dance party) but need to fix whatever goes awry without The Farmer (as he is only known) figuring out their unusual sentience.  All the other animals have sentience -- some, like Bitzer, the sheepdog, are the sheep's friends (mostly), while others, like the pigs, are not.  Think of it as Toy Story, but with animals, shorter, more slapstick-y, and with a certain British reserve, with everything always tied up with a nice little bow, order restored.

And essentially silent, as the sheep just bleat, the other animals only make their relevant animal sounds, and the humans only occasionally mutter nonsense babbling.  The TV show is in many ways an essential classic for 3-to-7-year-olds of just about any culture.

So, high bar set, I looked forward to Shaun the Sheep Movie with excitement and some trepidation.  How do you translate the 7-minute medium into something essentially 12 times its length?  Could you hold the interest of kids in what is basically an 85-minute silent movie?  And  would Aardman make me understand and care about the characters?

The basic plot of the movie is a TV episode writ (very) large.  The sheep, through their machinations accidentally send the Farmer to the Big City, Bixter in pursuit, and they quickly realize that while they enjoyed their freedom, they miss the Farmer and the order he provides.  (The three pigs take over the house, and a brief clip shows them dancing to what sure sounded like Primal Scream's "Rocks.")  So off they head to the city, and... well, I'm not going to divulge the rest of the plot other than to say, yes, everything is tied up with a nice little box, order restored.

In a brief prologue, the movie neatly outlines the farm family's long affinity for one another, which explains why the sheep and Bixter would go to such troubles to retrieve the Farmer, who is oblivious to what is going on.  The stakes are higher as well -- while basically the only thing at stake in the series is whether the Farmer will discover the animals' abilities, the movie raises the possibility that the Farmer will never return to the farm, and with the addition of the animal control officer Trumper, the possibility that the animals themselves might be harmed.  (Trumper is too over-the-top for my taste, but subtlety in plot has never been the series' calling card.) Directors Mark Burton and Richard Starzak keep the animals moving along through the city, and while it drags at points, the set pieces (such as a bit in a fancy restaurant) are very well-done.  So on the character-and-plot development count, Shaun the Sheep Movie far exceeds Minions.

But don't think this is some highfalutin silent art movie -- I stopped counting the underwear/butt/poop jokes when the figure hit double-digits.  Yes, there are any number of visual puns (my favorite: the sign in the Big City listing its "sister cities" in foreign countries... all of which translate into "Big City" in other languages) and call-outs to other movies (Cape Fear, anyone?) for the adults and older kids to pick out, but for the most part this is a slapsticky film.  While it won't turn on the Pixar waterworks, the movie may generate more kindergartener belly laughs than most Pixar movies as well.  (As I'd expect, Aardman's crew has the clay animation and set design down pat.)

So in the end, I was pretty pleased with Shaun the Sheep Movie -- longtime fans (like myself and my family) will enjoy it, and there's nothing that would prevent newcomers from getting hooked into the characters.  Definitely recommended.

Note: my family and I attended an early press screening of the movie.

Video: "Walking My Cat Named Dog" - They Might Be Giants

We here at Zooglobble HQ (which, to be clear, is my house) are looking forward to the forthcoming kids music album from They Might Be Giants.  The as-yet-untitled (to the public) album would be the first kids album from the band since 2009's Here Comes Science.

I don't have much inside information, but back in April as part of their Dial-A-Song project they released a song and video for "Thinking Machine," and its trippy, animated video and meta-silly lyrics were widely interpreted as being perfect for the upcoming kids album.

And last week they released another song that most folks are thinking is definitely going on that kids album, too -- "Walking My Cat Named Dog," a remake of a song written and released by Norma Tanega back in 1966.  (The song hit #22 on the Billboard Hot 100 charts.)  With its species-bending premise (the spiritual precursor, I suppose, of Trout Fishing in America's "Chicken Joe," about a cat named, well, you know), it seems like a swell fit for the band.

It's a mellow romp, with some witty animation from Mixtape Club.  Even if it's not on the next album, definitely one for the kiddos.

They Might Be Giants - "Walking My Cat Named Dog" [YouTube]

How I Got Here: Adam Marshall, The Bazillions ("Cake" by the Trash Can Sinatras)

Adam and Kristin Marshall holding copies of the Trash Can Sinatras album "Cake"

Adam and Kristin Marshall holding copies of the Trash Can Sinatras album "Cake"

Adam Marshall and Kristin Marshall are not only the driving forces behind the Minnesota kindie-power-pop band The Bazillions, they're also married.

Now, that's not the typical way I'd introduce an essay for "How I Got Here," the series where kids musicians write about influential music.

But this essay is definitely not your typical "How I Got Here" essay.  Yes, Adam Marshall talks about the influence of the debut full-length from the Scottish band Trash Can Sinatras on life as a music fan and musician, but this is one of those times when the phrase "life-changing album" literally applies.


I was a theatre major in college. So after graduation, like many young actors, I migrated to the Big Apple to pursue my dream. It wasn’t long before I found success … in the food service industry. The year was 1989, I was fresh out of undergraduate school, and New York City was my new home – Astoria, Queens to be exact. I moved in with my best friend Rob, and we shared a nice little two-bedroom apartment.

Rob and I spent a great deal of time listening to music and eating pizza from Tony's Pizza, which was around the corner. Two bucks for a slice and a can of soda. We were poor, but we were living the dream.  Rob was/is a great actor with a Sinatra-like baritone voice. So it wasn't long before he got cast in a national tour that lasted for much of the spring and summer of 1990. I was certainly happy for Rob, but I was sad to see him go because now I was alone in the Big Apple, which can be pretty lonely.

When I wasn’t waiting tables, I spent the days listening to music, playing the guitar, writing songs and occasionally pursuing acting. The highlight of each week was Sunday night at midnight: 120 Minutes on MTV. This was the place to discover the best new music. 120 Minutes was a goldmine for me. I have always been interested in finding music that is off the beaten path. To this day, I go out, and I dig through bins of records looking for gems that are basically unknown, like an archeologist unearthing his latest discovery.

So in the spring of 1990 I was diligently watching 120 Minutes with a yellow legal pad in hand, writing down artists and songs that piqued my interest. I remember hearing G.W. McClennan's  “Easy Come Easy Go” and “There She Goes” by The La’s. I heard The Sundays, John Wesley Harding, Robyn Hitchcock… It was the music that made that show so great, and I watched it every Sunday night. A music snob’s dream come true.

One Sunday night I heard a song by a Scottish band called the Trash Can Sinatras. I had never heard of them before. The song was called “Only Tongue Can Tell” from an oddly titled album called Cake. It was a pretty nice song with a sweet melody, a bouncy beat and a very catchy chorus: my kind of song. It sounded kind of like Aztec Camera or the Housemartins or the Smiths. And in a way it didn’t sound like those bands at all. It was something completely its own. I wrote the band name and song in my yellow legal pad.

Trash Can Sinatras' Cake album cover

Trash Can Sinatras' Cake album cover

The next day I went to my small, local Astoria CD store, a little hole in the wall place with posters on the wall and a fairly limited selection. I flipped through the used CDs as usual and almost immediately I came across Cake. “Well that’s weird,” I thought. I had never heard of this band until several hours ago, and here they are all the way from Scotland in Astoria, Queens. What are the chances of that? Maybe it’s a sign. Certainly, reason enough to buy it.

I brought it home to the apartment and I popped it in the CD player. I listened to it from beginning to end. When it was finished I played it again. There was the song I had heard on 120 Minutes, but there were nine other songs, too. Songs with strange titles like “Thrupenny Tears,” “Circling The Circumference,” and “Obscurity Knocks.” There was plenty of strumming acoustic guitars, arpeggiated electric guitars augmented with occasional string sections. There was so much to listen to that it didn’t matter that it was almost impossible to decipher the lyrics through singer Frank Reader’s thick Scottish accent. By the end of the second time through I was hooked.  This was amazing music!

I spent all of the summer of 1990 listening to this CD. I would play it loud. It would fill the apartment and leak out the windows and doors. It was as if I needed to hear this music every day. It was the only music I would listen to. It was my soundtrack for the summer.  

Three years later, the Trash Can Sinatras released their second album, I’ve Seen Everything. Amazingly, it was the equal of Cake. I went to see them at The Limelight in 1993. They did not disappoint. They had become my favorite band.

By 1994, I was actually getting closer to becoming a working actor. Like Rob, much of my work was out of town. In November of that year, I went to Omaha, Nebraska for rehearsals of a touring production of Charles Dickens’ A Christmas Carol. I was cast as Young Scrooge.  I spent most of the rehearsal process working with the actress who was cast opposite me. During a break from rehearsals I found myself sitting in the theatre seats of the Omaha Playhouse several rows behind the young actress who played the oldest Cratchit daughter, Martha, and the child actor who played Peter Cratchit. They were having a casual conversation. I could tell that the actress was trying to get to know the young actor, probably to strengthen the family bond they were portraying on the stage. She asked him what kind of music he liked. I don’t remember his response, but I suppose it was a typical listing of groups a twelve-year-old from 1994 would like.

He then asked her what kind of music she liked. Her reply was, “Oh, you probably wouldn’t know any of the bands that I like.” I figured that like most musical theatre actors her tastes would be based around Sondheim, Kander & Ebb, and the like. The young actor pressed on, “Really, I want to know, what kind of music do you like?”

At this point I was pretty interested too. I leaned in a little closer to hear her response. She said, “All right. You’re not going to know them, but I’ll tell you anyway.” The first band that she mentioned was the Trash Can Sinatras. WHAT!? What did she say? Did she say the Trash Can Sinatras? No way! She also mentioned The Jayhawks and Aztec Camera! I bounded over the rows of seats between us and elbowed the young actor out of the way.  Slightly winded from hurdling over the seats, I told her I had never known anyone whose favorite bands were the ones she had just mentioned.

We spent the rest of the rehearsals talking about music, films and life. Once the tour hit the road, we would sit together on the tour bus and share music with each other. We bought one of those headphone audio adapters that allow you to plug two headphones into one portable CD player. We listened to all kinds of music, and of course we listened to Cake by the Trash Can Sinatras, the band that brought us together. This was love.

Adam Marshall and Kristin Marshall in 1994

Adam Marshall and Kristin Marshall in 1994

Her name was Kristin, and soon we were singing and writing songs together. We moved to Minneapolis in 1997. In November of 1999 we were married.  Eventually all of our singing and songwriting led us to The Bazillions. The Trash Can Sinatras are there when we write and record. You can hear their influence on many of our songs. The opening guitar to “Lookout Man” always reminds me of their song “Obscurity Knocks.” “Similes & Metaphors,” “Rainy Day Clubhouse,” “Sons & Daughters” all feel like distant cousins of their songs.

Kristin and I still listen to the Trash Can Sinatras.  We’ve gone to see them live together. We have as much of their music as you could collect. The band that brought us together is gladly still making music, still playing shows, and I’m sure, still bringing people together.

Photo credit of Adam and Kristin w/ albums: Naomi Marshall