We were young and wild and three (parts)

("Bro-"dega Bryan Adams)

Andy and I casually littered before tossing away a full cup of salted french fries while sitting under a tree during the final day of this past weekend's Anti-Senate Bill 5 Rally in Goodale Park. We talked babes and text messages and our upcoming trip to Europe. I mostly looked at my legs, regretted my choice to wear shorts and hoped I wouldn't see anyone of importance unless of course she was drunk and in turn more flirtatious than usual.

I do not wear a watch and guessed 12:52 p.m. None of the daily Major League Baseball sports games had begun so my phone rested on vibrate just in case in my pocket. The khaki shorts, while totally acceptable for the 39th edition of the festival and bought at Urby Outfitters for that exact purpose, had two pockets and maybe some in the back but I never check out my butt.

"I just hate these trees," I told Andy, "like when it's rained and then the wind blows and all that water that was stuck up there comes down on you. It's so annoying."

A younger girl, perhaps 15 and maybe fingers-crossed 18 27, laid on her stomach, knees quickly and un-mutally shifting between a 25- and 178-degree angle while talking to a friendactuallyprobablyjustsomeonetryingtosellherthepot at another tree about 950 to 1,125 feet away. Realizing that her unusually long face-talking conversation and the full eye-contact that it included had lasted more than six but less than nine seconds, she figured it customary and polite to check her Facebook.

It had been [cell phone icon] 3 minutes ago via iPhone since I had last checked my own and she looked like one of the seven or eight high school girls in the county who I am not now is friends with [guy I check out to make sure he's not better looking than me] and 2 other people. I had no way to know what she posted but figured it something along the lines of "young and wild and free," the Official Facebook Status Update of Anti-Senate Bill 5 Rally 2011 for Tweens and Young Adults and maybe some 27-year olds.

Good for them. Good for the young men and young women who go to experience their first little taste of the night life and don't graduate college until the second half of the second half of the twenty-tens. Good for the folks who never have had a magazine subscription or seen pornography boobs in a magazine. They had heard Bryan Adams. They knew the line in "Heaven" where he sings "we were young and wild and free."

I felt good but not as good as when someone asks me "How are you?" and I answer "Relevant."

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Pittsburgh-based rap music artist person Wizard Kalaughski (obviously Polish since he is from Pittsburgh) recently recorded an .mp3 with Snoop Dogg titled "Young, Wild & Free" presumably while eating pierogis, discussing the merits of Primanti Bros. and the two other things that make Pittsburgh special in the eyes of Pittsburghers and dudes with shaved heads and beards in northeastern Ohio.


The youffs of America are not yet familiar with Bryan Adams and only girls who thought about cutting themselves in 2003 but never actually really cut themselves because they now wear big glasses and work as "fashion designers" in Columbus, Ohio and it's not 2006 anymore have ever even heard of Ryan Adams.

Old enough to remember the "I'm washing my hair" excuse yet savvy enough to know it's been replaced with the "my cell phone battery died," I still felt decidedly less relevant when this Bryan Adams news broke. There's a distance - a separation - when you learn about bad news via Twitter or from a text message at 9:42 a.m. on Memorial Day morning. But when Bad News Bears stares you in the face and it's not cute 1976 Tatum O'Neal and there are at least 23 overweight women in sun dresses laying between you and the girl in question and you realize you've had 19 32-ounce beers in the last 36 hours and most of them had hairs in them, the bad news stings.

This did not stop me from watching an hour's worth of Bryan Adams videos this morning before work while eating three Freeze Pops (green, red and pink).


Not until the U.S. release of Jerry McGuire and that "Secret Garden" song did I realize Bryan Adams and Bruce Springsteen were not the same person. I had long, strong and long figured this newly discovered "duo" to be a Tupac/Makaveli, Garth Brooks/Chris Gaines, Regular Season LeBron/Playoff LeBron type of thingermajing.



I always had thought of Bryan Adams simply as a cool bro who dresses like people at Bodega dress in 2011. Hell, I even got excited when his songs used to came on the radio between Rent-A-Center commercials when we would drive over to my grandma's house after school in the late 1980s and early 1990s before I started listening to mostly Roxette.

Through my discovery this morning whilst my hair looked similar to Bruce Springsteen's on the cover of the "Darkness on the Edge of Town" album, I realized the relevanci of Brian Adams.

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Any discussion of the greatest 21 seconds to open a music video ends at the 21-second mark of the "Heaven" video. I implore you that click on that link and watch. Even if you've slogged through this post and clicked on the other so-typically-god-damn-fuckin'-Dave-L'astnamey-that-they-make-you-want-to-vomit links, click on the "Heaven" video link.

Ground-breaking in that it must be the first time a Public Service Announcement ever snookered its way into a music video that made heavy rotation on MTV and the first time a Public Service Announcement ever walked anywhere. Doubt it drove there, you guys, because that would be too tough especially given the subject matter!!

Bryan Adams released six singles from "Reckless" from late 1984 through early 1985. All six made the Billboard Top 15. Normally having 60 percent of your album go Top 15 is a stunning and unmatchable [adjective for "good thing" that doesn't make me look like I used a Thesaurus]. That proficiency is merely .29 percent (oddly enough the legal Blood Alcohol Limit during the filming of this video in 1985) of the awesomeness that is the Bryan Adams Trilogy (BAT).

The Brian Adams Trilogy ended at its onset yet provided enough Canadian bacon to satiate my 26-year hunger for a memorable music video three-part epic.


British model/actress Lysette Anthony is featured in each video of the Brian Adams Trilogy and if ya feeling feisty easily found on the Internet getting naked with award-eligible actor Harry Hamlin in the 1994 straight-to-VHS and maybe sometimes on Cinemax non-classic "Save Me."

The trilogy ends with the album's first video "Run to You." After the bottom of the fourth of this game, I'm going to get a Diet Cherry 7-Up, give the director of the "Run to You" video some credit and put on a pair of mesh shorts. It wouldn't be blogging if you weren't doing it in your underwear.

The final 30 seconds of the video is great stuff. The cinematography and space elements offer a fitting conclusion to the 12-minute masterstroke at its four-minute mark. After spending 3 minutes and 48 seconds letting Lysette know that he would "run to her" (barely even a half mile for someone of Adams' fitness) he finds himself just a few feet from his somewhat-adulterous (but we won't go there) lover.

"Run to You" doesn't skip a breathe in picking up from the second video "Heaven." At the conclusion of "Heaven" Adams looks out into a snowy landscape cue the first scene in "Run to You."

The "Heaven" video debuted six months after "Run to You." That is some heady shit.


Played a combined 69 times each year on the eight Ohio State home football Saturdays at The Varsity Club, "Summer of '69" is Adams' most popular hit. If it were up to Adams, the song would drop the apostrophe in the '69 and that is all I will say about that because this is a family-driven AND oriented blog.

MTV first played "Summer of '69" 26 years ago this month as long as I publish this post before Friday in which case it would be 26 years and one month.

Bryan and Lysette first met during the "Summer of '69" video eight months after they presumably lived happily ever after pending Adams' divorce/break-up or perhaps they just kept it really on the down low but he did stand out in that snow for a long time and that can be pretty cold even for a Canadian so they probably didn't remain just clandestine F buddies and instead took it to a level where it's not Facebook official but you at least remove your relationship status so you're not "single" but NOT "in a relationship with [someone who looks like a douche and probably loves hanging out at Bar 23]."

Bryan Adams created a music video trilogy with three videos with the first part coming third, the concluding part coming first and the second video offering the most outstanding 21 seconds to ever open a music video production.

Can't there be a senate bill to mandate this baby goes at least five parts?

Big Sue and bagels

*Spoiler alert*

Without letting the suddenly shoeless sad man jump from the five-story building at its close, the directors of the video for Collective Soul's "The World I Know" take some liberties with other jumps throughout the video. Some of these lengthier leaps are jumps in logic, plot and comfort food psychology.

Dishwalla always will have an available month-to-month lease in my heart as band members who look exactly how a mid-1990s alt-rock band should look. I give them the top billing in this post because Collective Soul does not allow embedding of their videos. This is a great move for Col Soul because they are probably only about a year or two months away from playing in high school football stadiums ... during daylight hours ... near the Fourth of July. Playing at Thomas Worthington High School at 6 p.m. on a Tuesday evening is right where you want your band to be a little more than 10 years after you dominated Top 40 radio.

The video for "The World I Know" makes one want to commit the Big Sue. It's an interesting route to travel when portraying an anti-suicide song.

[Combs hair and turns to buddy.]

"We have an anti-suicide song that I think would make a good single."

[Turns off Singles. Pushes hair behind his right ear with his right hand.]

"Nice. I'm going to direct the video it's going to make you want to kill yourself.

SCENE

From the video, we gather that a pale thin albeit normal man buys a bagel, reads the newspaper, sees a bum and decides to toss away his briefcase, take off his shoes and leap to his death.

The Pale Thin Albeit Normal (T.A.N) Man wells up with tears while reading The New York Times. Hey buddy, we've all been there. The partisan-progressive NYT is enough to make even the most optimistic cry. So Pale TAN Man, you're all right with me.

Other observations prior to the video's climax:

- You thought it too. How best to kick the lead singer in the face? Across the side of his face with the top of your foot or a full-on stomp to the midsection of his melon with the underside of your shoe?

- Are they trying to say the white-haired crazy Guy introduced at the 1:14 mark is some type of sage? He's not. He's a crazy person. He's not even playing a crazy person in the video. That's a legit crazy person. Kudos to CSoul for snagging him to be in this video.

- The frame at 1:49 when everything blurs? Aside from everything else not belonging in the video, this definitely does not belong in the video. It's so straight-forward and lame it's not even so uncool that it's ironic.

One is to assume that Pale TAN Man woke up and felt fine. He is walking to work at 7 a.m. He probably has to be there at 8 a.m. Depressed people don't make it into work on time. They're sleeping in a little and probably in a hurry. Pale TAN Man is just lounging. Making big strides like Richard Cordray made in those advertisements for Ohio Attorney General. Sorry about your bucket.

Again, his reasons for attempted suicide are:

1. Seeing a bum
2. Reading the newspaper

He eventually decides against jumping because a bird lands on his right forearm. He did not, however, decide not too jump because he was jumping from a pre-school. That's right. He climbs to the top of a building with a pre-school. That would have been a good sight for those kids.

The bird picked the right sap to bond with as bird gets paid with some bagel crumbs. So Pale TAN Man, he's feeling shitty, he's verging on the Big Sue and he's not going to eat that bagel?!?!? You're calling bullshit right along with me. It's the ultimate comfort food! Hello, um, carbohydrates called and they want your endorphins back!

Better yet, the bagel is in his pocket!

Has anyone not been proud to display a bagel?? I think 94 percent of the reason people eat bagels in public is to look more intelligent. Public bagel eaters strike me as America's most pretentious and self-righteous subset of food eaters. They love showing off their bagel bag. "Yeah, that's right, I just bought a bagel from some indie-type food establishment where everyone who works there is super cool and friendly and says "man" and "all right" and "have a great day" a ton and usually has a tattoo on the inner side of their arm near the elbow. I want you to know about it.

If the bagel came from somewhere lame like McDonald's or something, that's not getting advertised and they're eating that shit in their car or while still in the restaurant (store?) but I really don't know if McDonald's sells bagels because I'm rarely up before 10:30 a.m. and less rarely go to McDonald's but if I do get something from Brown Bag Deli, you bet your ass I'm walking back to my place proudly showing off that bag from Brown Bag Deli and hoping some trendy-ish 26-year-old chick with a cool hat notices the bag and thinks more highly of me than she would have if she had seen me with a small blue plastic bag from Giant Eagle containing a 20-ounce Sprite, a loaf of bread and a jar of peanut butter which normally is the case.




Drake offers a clue about Pale TAN Man's night prior to the shooting of this video and even let's us know his real name is CJ at the 38-second spot of the above video.

"CJ got my credit cards and a lot of ones."

How else do we explain CJ/Pale TAN Man poppin' a few dollars ($$$) on the streets of New York City at the end of the production? Where did that money come from?!?!?! He couldn't have spared a few beans to that bum at the onset of the day?

He might have saved himself some anguish. He might have saved me from some anguish.

Chicks were not hot like 10 years ago

In a bar that no longer exists on a corner that still does, Nate and I walked to Panini's South on 10th Avenue and High Street for cheap brand-unknown draft beers on weeknights shortly after the sun went down. We took advantage of our college summer nights. Our jobs required us to be present at 8:30 a.m. but not awake until noon.

We had no qualms with Panini's despite the beer being the only thing warmer than the temperature as the hole in the wall had no air conditioner and left its non-existent windows open. Panini's sandwiches would require some microwaved love to match the warmth of the yellow non-frothy in those 32-ounce plastic cups.

I sat at the bar and Nate walked to the bathroom located on the northwest corner of the establishment. My kidneys are bigger. "Lady Marmalade" played for the first time that night.

Lil' Kim's rap neared its conclusion as I thought, "Wow, they never play this part on the radio." I picked up on that third-beer buzz and felt my shoulders become a little less tight. I turned to the right and looked over toward the ladies room. People watching is a polite way to say creepy.

Not one to "like" or friend request "Lines" or "Crowds," Nate darted his way to the front of the que. Meeting resistance with a shove, a student in a light blue polo connected with a right hook on Nate's face as the song hit its and Christina Aguilera's high at the 2:38 mark of the video.

"Too many people to go over there," I thought, "anyway, I'm 0-1-1 career in fights."

The situation resolved itself as so many others did with a brief scrum, a few "Yeah, I'm all rights" and a closing acknowledgment that no more fights would occur that evening.

We walked home a few hours later and turned on MTV.

The shit we had to watch in the summer of 2001 makes me ever so grateful for the women's movement. There were not a lot of good looking women 10 years ago.

Music videos prove my point. I present the following three.



Take a look at Dream's collective body types before delving into my breakdown of the video. This look passed for hot in the winter of 2001. I wanted these girls under my Christmas tree on Dec. 25, 2000.

What is with the short-haired blond girl? We may never know although any of us are free to ask her. She's working at the Applebee's next to University Village (or the one right down the street from your house) and if you have a sleeveless T-shirt with a tattoo circa 2002 she'd probably give you two-for-one appetizers even AFTER Happy Hour.

I feel a bond with the lyric "[you] only want him just because he's there." Roughly 92 girls I've hooked up with have experienced this same desire or lack thereof.

Also, Dream girls, for real, what's with only one girl singing the entire song? Are the other vocals that bad? Ah yes, they are in Dream, after all.

Back before girls started dropping me for suburban, Affliction T-shirt wearing bartenders in strip malls, I believed in love and all that fun stuff. Now I see the fallacy in the message of this song.

Girls, he may love you but he does not love her not. Guys do not become monogamists until they give up on finding someone better.

We find someone better in the next video.



I've been to a lot of parties. That line just sounds like something that would be scribbled across a retro T-shirt with some 1950's-looking clip art attached to it. I've been to a lot of parties.

I've never been to a party with "'bout five, six strippers trying to work for a buck." Unless that Buck was an Ohio State football player. Go Buuuuucks said in a hick accent.

We learn in this video that you don't need to have a job now to have lots of magnets on your refrigerator.

EMO ALERT: I love Califone's "Funeral Singers" song. I can play with magnets all night long, motherfuckers. I have done so 13 times already this year. I like the ones with words. Or letters. And why is it, why is it that there are lowercase letters but not lowercase numbers?

"all my friends are half-gone birds/ are magnets all my friends are words/"

The above lyric explains why I text the same three people every night in an attempt to "grab a few beers question mark."

I will invariably end up marrying the girl in this Califone video or one just like her but as for now, she's playing trivia at Bodega and I hate that place as my jeans are not tight enough and I cannot wear a Fedora and a beard and feel good about myself.

SIDE NOTE: When L. James announced his decision to sign with the Miami Heat, I made the exact same face as the guy does at the 1:11 point in the City High video.

Right after James broke our hearts, the following song played on the 30,000 speakers surrounding Cleveland.



If a girl has ever been attracted to a large man-beast with dreadlocks, I have no chance with that female. This is a problem for me as I plan on ending up with some bartending chick who has a dog and probably is into black dudes with dreadlocks. This explains why I'll be single for the next 53 years God willing.

I hate dogs but am attracted to girls who own dogs and play well with dogs. The blond who pleads the first verse fits this mold. Her lips. Wow. Sheeeeeeeeeeit.

The lower lip bite 30 seconds into the video has been watched in this dark bedroom on more than one instance.

Cannot help but notice every member of All Saints looks exactly the same and one of them is even black!

One must take issue when one All Saint exclaimed that "You got my conscience asking questions that I can't find. I'm not crazy."

Yes, yes you are crazy because that line doesn't make any sense.

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I grew up watching MTV. I still watch videos on YouTube with far too much frequency.

Tomorrow night when I walk home from the bar, I'll likely watch some more.

They won't be from 10 years ago though. Women keep getting hotter.

The beers, though, they've gotten colder.

Only 10 albums but unlimited batteries

Since we last spoke on this oft-frequented blog, I've watched the first 41 episodes of Lost. This has nothing to do with why I haven't updated this blog since May 19.

The fictional series has bumped Six Feet Under from my fictional "Top Five Television Shows in the Past 20 Years" list (The Wire, Seinfeld, The Sopranos, Lost, Friday Night Lights).

Slightly warmer than both six feet under (RIP) and the island on Lost, we sat on one of those new wooden picnic benches on Saturday afternoon at the EGG. Humidity near 100, sun out and temps getting to third base with upwards of 85 degrees, I sat in a jacket sipping my 11th or 12th beer without having eaten all day. The USA had just tied England 1-1.

No Third Base albums made the upcoming list.

Scratching my jeans and turning a brow-wiping into a full-on vertical face rub with a chin-scratching twist, I then redirected my attention toward that 130th ounce of Bud Light.

"If you only could listen to two albums for the rest of your life, what would they be," I asked Paul. The question marked an abrupt change to our conversation with the med student following my proclamation that the only outfit a girl should wear in the summer should involve a gray v-neck T-shirt and aviator sunglasses.

Before Paul answered I said, "isn't it odd that The Joshua Tree and Achtung Baby sound so different yet only came out four years apart?"

We then would crawl to three of the least popular bars on the east side of High Street (Buffalo Wings & Rings, The Sloppy Donkey and The Out R Inn). We'd stop to eat at Pizza by the Slice and Raising Canes.

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1. int. bedroom. night.

A MAN lays in bed and looks at the clock. It reads 1:01 a.m.

dissolve to

2. int. bedroom. night

The clock reads 2:58 a.m. The MAN looks at it.

"There's no way I'm falling asleep tonight before four thirty."

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Got to thinking last night about Lost and how I'd survive on an island. I did not have to think about how I'd survive on a deserted island because I wouldn't. A normal island would be tough enough.

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Which ten albums would I choose to listen to if I could only listen to 10 albums but also had an unlimited supply of batteries? This always strikes me as odd. How come you only can listen to five albums or watch five movies from here to eternity but SOMEHOW have enough battery power to do so on a deserted island? You'd have to rock a portable CD player to do this. Couldn't really do it with an iPod. Might explain why most of the albums on my list debuted before the advent of the iPod.

I chose not to include greatest hits albums because being able to select those is like judging a person solely on his or her Facebook photos when they don't allow themselves to be tagged in other peoples photos. Fleetwood Mac is the big loser here as The Dance definitely would have made this list and Mirage and Rumors also would have made a Top 15/20 list.

I also really like album cover art and this gave me an excuse to Google all these albums.

Here's the list (in alphabetical order by artist):

The Beastie Boys - Paul's Boutique (1989)


The Beatles - Rubber Soul (1965)


Death Cab for Cutie - Transatlanticism (2003)


Guns N' Roses - Appetite For Destruction (1987)


Iron & Wine - The Creek Drank the Cradle (2002)


Kings of Leon - Aha Shake Heartbreak (2005)


Outkast - Aquemini (1998)


Radiohead - OK Computer (1997)


R.E.M. - Automatic for the People (1991)


Wilco - Yankee Hotel Foxtrot (2002)