Top 11: Now That’s What I Call Music CDs

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[From the vault: Eleven Magazine, circa Spring 2009.]

Top 11: Now That’s What I Call Music CDs – By His Holiness, Josh.

You saw these commercials all the time on TV:  “Dive into summer with the new Now That’s What I Call Music! Featuring all of your favorite tracks like ‘We didn’t talk on AIM today and it makes me feel neeeeeeh’ by Whiny Emo Boy, and ‘I took a Dump on the Radio’ by Diarrhea Express Train Cart #6.  But I was curious to see if there might be any remotely redeeming quality to be found here.  So this time around, we’re going to look at the Top 11 Now, That’s What I Call Music albums.  Brace yourselves.

11. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 28 – Released this year, featuring “Pocket Full of Sunshine,” “Sexy Can I?” Britney, Metro Station, Jordin Sparks, Daughtry, and Fall Out Boy. More simply, featuring every obnoxious song you hear on the radio today.  It’s probably the heaviest artillery that XM and Sirius could use to convince people to buy a satellite receiver.  Which is why it made the list.

10. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 5 – Definitely the best of the bunch on the metric of having the greatest number of obscure “man, was that really a band or was my grade school slipping hallucinogens in the chocolate milk cartons” tracks.  Like Aaron Carter, 98 Degrees, Sisqo, BBMak, Mandy Moore, and Destiny’s Child.  Yeesh.

9. Now, That’s What I Call Music: #1’s! – They actually managed to sell some copies of a compilation disc made up of the best songs from the rest of their compilation discs.  I don’t know what’s most impressive:  That marketers were able to convince people to actually buy bottled water, or that they convinced people to actually buy this.  I want to meet the serial NOW buyer who had to add this to his/her/its collection.  Sadly, those kinds of places don’t normally allow for visiting hours.

8. Now, That’s What I Call Classic Rock – “Barracuda,” “More Than a Feeling,” “Carry on my Wayward Son,” “Surrender,” “Rock and Roll all Night”. In other words, it’s like buying Guitar Hero without, you know, the whole game thing.  But I bet you there’s a hungover fratboy out there somewhere whose ears just perked up.

7. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 44 (UK) – The best-selling compilation album of all-time.  It has freaking everybody who’s anybody as far as you could tell from the world of casual music listeners who know nobody – Britney, Enrique, The Boys Backstreet and Venga, Diana Ross and Tina Turner, Bob Marley (somehow?) and Lou Bega, Jamiroquai, and one of the Spice Girls.   Damn.

6. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 70 (UK) – For those uninitiated, the NOW series actually goes up to 70, with the 71st coming this November in the UK.  It’s got a couple of acts from this past year’s Lollapalooza, like Kanye West, Duffy, and The Ting Tings, which ought to make the album passable.  But the phrase “beating a dead horse” comes to mind.

5. Now, That’s What I Call Christmas – The best holiday gift to get someone you absolutely freaking can’t stand.  Hours of Christmas music that nobody wants to listen to, mass-marketed and splooged over with Christmas-ey lingo and snowflakes and crap.  It’ll feel great to buy for now, but oh are you on the naughty list for next year.

4. Now, That’s What I Call 25 Years – As a never-before-even-remotely-considered-purchase NOW customer, I’m probably the most legitimately excited about this compilation.  It’s a 3-disc behemoth, but I like that it has a number of classics like Michael Jackson, Queen, and The Police to go along with a bunch of future classics like OutKast, Gnarls Barkley, and Timbaland (I guess you could call them that?).  If my computer died and I didn’t have my hard drive and I didn’t have any friends and I didn’t feel the impulse to steal gratuitiously and I didn’t feel compelled to listen to entire albums instead of one song blips and just the other day I went to my dentist for a routine checkup but ended up lobotomized in a freak accident with the Benny Hill music playing in the background, then I’d still not really consider this.

3. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 69 (UK) – You know, I didn’t even check the track list.  I just think it’s safe to assume that this is a funny album.

2. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 1 – Nothing like an original.  I also would probably enthusiastically support any other album that featured Harvey Danger’s “Flagpole Sitta” and John Wozniak’s “Sex & Candy”.  Just not the one with “MMMBop” and “Barbie Girl” each a few tracks later.

1. Now, That’s What I Call Music: Volume 11 – It wouldn’t take a genius to arbitrarily decide that the NOW album marked with our namesake would be the best one.  11 does have a couple of solid tracks on it, like Nelly’s “Hot in Herre” and Shakira’s “Objection (Tango)”.  Still doesn’t make the disc (or any of the ones we’ve mentioned, for that matter) worth any of your 10 easy payments of $2.99, though.

Eleven Magazine 6.5

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Phoenix won a grammy today.  We interviewed Phoenix for our cover story.  We interviewed a grammy-winning artist for Eleven.  Holy smokes.

I thought I’d use my blog today as sort of a wastepaper basket.  We introduced a new feature to the magazine for February, titled The Neighborhood of the Month.  I wanted a spread, and ended up being alotted a single page, so the entire piece I wrote up had to hit the scrap heap.  Good thing there’s the internet, where space is about as scarce as Taylor Swift is awesome (read: not very).

Enjoy the new issue of Eleven, if you’re lucky enough to live in the area.

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Neighborhood of the Month: Soulard

I’ve run into Tom Gullickson at five different bars in the last four nights.  By a stroke of chance, or a stroke of luck, he’s inescapable.  And definitely not in a bad way.  At our second encounter, he buys a round of drinks for everyone still left at the bar (The Shanti) at closing time.  He doesn’t know who I am yet, just that I’m drinking beers with one of the GMs of his bar – who I’d only briefly met no more than 5 hours earlier.  I suppose that’s enough to put me (or anyone) in his good book.

This is a running theme I’ve heard from nearly everyone I’ve spoken to in the area.  People live in Soulard, work in Soulard, play in Soulard.  When I later caught up and spoke with Tom, he commented that “most places you go into you’re only a stranger once.”  In a similar conversation, Vedad, the owner of The Gyro House, says “everybody knows everybody.”  A lot of people don’t have cars – why bother, when all of your friends are within walking distance?

The revelation hit me like a sack of shitty Mardi Gras beads.  Soulard is like a big college campus for grown-ups.   And the remarkable thing is: of all the college kids I’ve talked to, nobody knows about this place.

For my first two years of living in St. Louis, Soulard only really existed for one 24 hour period each year: Mardi Gras.  Not that anyone would really complain about beads and cantalope-sized beers.  But it overshadows the fact that, underneath the gold, purple, and green regalia, there’s a neighborhood unique to any other place in St. Louis.

What’s Tom’s favorite thing to do in Soulard?  Bar hop.  He makes it into every bar in the area on a monthly basis.  And he’ll find someone to say hi to almost immediately upon entering.  Does he have a favorite spot?  Of course.  But he won’t tell me.  “I think people need to find their own.”  Could he share a favorite story about his time in the area?  Absolutely – he’s got dozens.  But like any good tale of drunken debauchery, you’d be hard-pressed to convince anyone to let you put a recap in print.

To point:  At Eleven, our inspiration for this expansion of the Neighborhood Watch is to nurture our curiosity about a part of our city that –admittedly, even us experts – didn’t know that much about, and hopefully, to impart the same spirit of adventure in you, the reader.  We created the section to celebrate St Louis as a unparalleled city full of unique places.  And also, more simply, as an excuse to go out drinking and meet new people.  Mission accomplished.

The 5ilogy is complete!

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At long last, all five chapters of my critically-acclaimed Grills Gone Wild introspective are available here, on this very blog.  Grills Gone Wild is a humorous and ground-breaking take on the life and times of the indie music enthusiast and band member, that most would argue is way funnier than the movie This is Spinal Tap.  Check out all posts tagged Eleven – Grills Gone Wild to read ’em all in one sitting.

Work and life with the magazine these days is kind of batty.  We’re still right on schedule to hit our big re-launch in the beginning of September, and I thought I’d get the last of these articles posted and out of the way before the new, fresh, meaty stuff starts barreling through the front door.

Grills Gone Wild: What’s in a Name?

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[Note: This column appeared in Eleven Issue 1.4, which was released some time around April 2007.]

So, now you’ve got the hair.  And you’ve got the hip styles.  But before you get out there and buy some talent, you’re going to need an identity.

It matters not who you are, why you’re here, or where you’re from.  If you’re reading this article, you’ve probably got a name.  It could be something dainty, like Petunia, or something utterly awesome, like Frederico the Magnificent.  Names can be applied to all kinds of things, from people to puppies to pet rocks. In short:  they’re important.

We here at Eleven know how valuable good names are.  We’ve spent countless hours diving into the depths of nameology.  I thought I’d lend some of my expertise to you all in readerville in hopes of avoiding impending naming disasters.

I don’t think I really need to define for you what “name” means.  Probably no more than I needed to type up this long-winded intro segment.  If you so desire, feel free to ignore those few paragraphs you just read, and double your reading efforts on the forthcoming meaty stuff.  Well here we go, here we go, here we go again.

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Your Band Name Sucks

Ever wonder why nobody pays attention to your crappy music?  I’d wager that (as per the title of this section) it’s probably because people can’t tell your band name from something crappy that they wouldn’t want to pay attention to.  Like…celery.  Who’d want to take time out of their day and devote it to celery?  Maybe a celery farmer.  For the rest of you folk, here are some simple things you can do at home to give your band name that extra kick in the pants that you’re looking for.

Add a random spattering of accents or punctuation: Easy example–would you rather listen to…err…pretend you put up with the garbage from (a) Panic at the Disco, (b) Panic at the Disco!, or (c) Panic! At the Disco?  Surely, you must be intrigued by (c)’s blatant misuse of basic grammar.  And as such, it’s no surprise to find that upon a basic search of the iTunes music store, group (c) is the only one that even shows up.  Still, one must wonder about whatever happened to P!anic! At the??? D!sco!.  I guess the jury’s still out on that one.

Come up with something that’s easy to nickname: Your average deadbolt music fan will absolutely love being able to use an endearing nickname for your band.  For example, everyone loves the ‘Stones more than they love The Rolling Stones, just like you’d rather get a Half & Half at BD than a half order of chicken fingers with a half order of fries at Bears’ Den.  Or think about how much less fun you’d have in Psych 100 if you read about regular Hans instead of Clever Hans.  It’s just human nature, plain and simple.  Giving nicknames to stuff is the best thing since sliced bread.

Something to keep in mind:  You can’t simply establish your band name as the nickname.  Imagine listening to the Stones without prior knowledge that they’re rolling.  Or ponder if you’d really want to eat at a place that simply said “BD” on the front door.  It’s just not the same.  I’d probably be too weird-ed out to go in.

One more thing: like most everything holy and delightful in this world, not every nickname is a good one.  Sometimes you get a rotten apple.  For example, I strongly considered writing this section about the Red Hot Chili Peppers, but got too worried that some of you might get their nickname (RHCP) confused with that awesome gun from Goldeneye (please, please tell me that reference didn’t fall on deaf ears.  It’s so money).  Or, think back to the huge fuss put up by those animal lovers at the World Wildlife Foundation when they stole the WWF from the World Wrestling Federation.  Those jerks.

Definitely do NOT include a member’s name in the band title: How freaking pompous and full of yourself do you have to be to name your band Dave Matthews Band, or Ben Folds Five?  Nobody wants to put up with that garbage.  Besides, fans will have a hard time proving how ULTIMATE they are because they can name the whole band when the better part of it appears on the back of the album.  Stop the self-promoting horse crap.  Unless you’re somebody famous…like if Jerry Seinfeld started a band or something.  Jerry! Seinfeld and the Sunday!! Peaches? would be such a hit.

It’s okay (even beneficial) to make your band a play on the members’ names: Some of today’s and yesteryear’s biggest bands modeled their monikers in this fashion.  Take Eminem for example, the greatest rapper of all time (besides Dylan, Dylan, Dylan, Dylan and Dylan).  Where would he be as Marshal Mathers?  Probably at the drive thru window hanging out with Kevin Federline.  And Fred Durst.

I’m sure we all also remember busting out the funk to the BeeGees back in the day.  I don’t think the plain old Brothers Gibb would even win a wrestling match against the Brothers Grimm, who’ve probably been dead for over a hundred years.  And don’t for one second think that simply tacking an arbitrary nickname onto your regular name counts.  I’m talking to you, John Cougar Mellencamp.  Everything you’ve done since you introduced the Cougar has been a crime against humanity.

You can’t go wrong with a band name that’s impossibly easy: Queen.  Styx.  The Who.  KISS.  Beck.  AC/DC.  Am I wrong?  Of course not.  Ben Franklin invented the saying “Keep it simple, stupid” for a reason.

If you do decide to go with something else, however, you’d better make sure it’s perplexing enough to turn heads.  For inspiration, consider bands like Neutral Milk Hotel, Suburban Kids with Biblical Names, Saturday Looks Good to Me, or I’m From Barcelona (they’re actually from Sweden).  If it’s verifiably WTF-able, it’s probably a winner.

Commands are awesome: I’m surprised this isn’t more popular.  Anything that’d fit in on Moses’ stone tablets has got to be money.  Just think, “Thou shall not kill.  Thou shall not steal.  Thou shall Clap Your Hands Say Yeah!”  Unwholesomely good.  Thou shall agree.

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Creating Your Band Name

Hit a mental block?  That’s probably why you’re doing music for a living in the first place.  But if you can’t seem to think up a good name, maybe this little guide can help—Mad Libs style.

Style 1: Short but sweet.

Noun:_________

Preposition:_________

Noun:­­­­___________

Example: Typhoons between Supermarkets

Style 2: The Mouthful

Adjective:__________

Noun:____________

Action Verb:__________

Conjunction:_________

Adverb:__________

Verb (ending in –ing):___________

Noun:____________

Example:  Purple Monkey Dance by Fluorescently Poking Pajamas

Style 3: The Compound Sentence

Subject:­­­­­­­­­­­­___________

Verb:____________

Predicate Adjective:______________

Predicate Nomnative:_____________

Direct Object:_____________

Indirect Object:_______________

Example:  Yeah…Never really paid attention in English…I’m not sure what half of those mean.

Style 4: The One Word Wonder

Random word from the Dictionary:_________

Example: Fracas.

Style 5: The Ultimate

Something Gross:_______

Adjective:__________

Something Fast:___________

Segment of that Fast Thing:___________

Lucky Number:____________

Example:  Naturally, Diarrhea Express Train Cart #6.  What, you were expecting maybe Slaughterhouse Electric Rocket Propeller 43?  Well…that’s not too shabby either.

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Obligatory W.I.L.D. Section: A look at the names of the bands we’ll be seeing in concert this Spring.

Reel Big Fish: Big ups for the sweet double entendre.  I also like how they rock the trombone like its middle school band recitation all over again.  It’s a shame there aren’t too many other nautical-themed bands on the block.

OK Go: OK Thanks Bye.

Cut Chemist: A Wash U Undergrad personal favorite.  Cut Chemist was selected to come to W.I.L.D. by the overwhelming majority of pre-med students who saw “Chem” and immediately went home and memorized everything about the label, although it only beat out Cut Biologist by a 53-45 ratio (two percent voted for Batman).

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Interviewing Anthony, a drummer with a creative mind in a band called Plx.:

  1. So you’re in a band.  How did the world come to this?  We were four best friends with similar taste in music.  One day we got this time machine and visited Abe Lincoln and Socrates to help us write a history project.  Then we learned how to play music.  So everything really clicked.
  2. What the hell is a Plx.?  It’s not a Plx.  It is Plx.  Plx. is basically a form of internet slang, short for “please & thank you.”  We wanted something that was kind of catchy and would kind of confuse people, and it would also be kind of geeky.  Plx. is the best of all worlds.
  3. How do you plan to use your brand name in promoting Plixel Dystronotomia Syndrome across America? I would think of having a Banana-grabbing character, probably named Mr. Plx (i’d retain animation rights).  First he’d go around telling the world about our band and then about the bowel moving side effects caused by our music.  He’s really more about raising awareness than finding a cure.
  4. Who inspired you the most in naming your band:  Mike Piazza, Robocop, John Wilkes Boothe, or Bambi?  I’d have to go ahead and say that it wasn’t so much Bambi as it was Thumper…Thumper was just so cute…there was no other word besides “Plx” that could describe how happy I was when I first laid eyes on him.  Robocop was a close second.
  5. How far would you say your marginal (at best) talent would have taken you without such an incredible band name?  We maybe could have made it onto Dan’s myspace article, and gotten like a 1.6/11.
  6. And with the name, where are you now?  Hovering at an 8.99 (repeating of course) percent.
  7. What does your band name say about the kind of music you play?  Absolutely nothing.  The music’s hopefully not as idiotic as the name is. We use the name’s weirdness to play up the strength of our music.
  8. What’s your favorite part about Plx?  The fact that Seth Jenkins (Guitarist) stole the word from Koreans on Diabolo 2.  Either that or the letter P.
  9. What are some good Band Name resources readily accessible for the budding band population reading the article?  Periodic Table of the Elements.  Umm…the twenty amino acids…and Professor Josh Maurer. Who wouldn’t want to listen to “Dooooh, Glycine and Berylium? [Anthony obviously forgets he’s not actually in chemistry class right now]
  10. Other than your own, what’s your favorite Band Name and why?  Close call between Neutral Milk Hotel and Del The Funkee Homosapien because they sound freaking awesome.
  11. Least Favorite?  The Beatles, because their music is terrible.
  12. Which would you say has done the most to protect civil liberties and promote the Freedom and Happiness of America movement? OK Go.  They helped Youtube gain popularity, and Youtube is the future of freedom.  Nay, the future of mankind as we know it.

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That’s about it.  If you don’t have any idea about band names at this point, I guess you’re probably not fit enough to start a band anyway.  Enjoy W.I.L.D., enjoy summer, and enjoy the rest of the magazine (but read my article again).  See you all again in the fall.