NOOOOOO!!!!

Just as I suspected, the Christopher Walken for President is a hoax. I absolutely would have voted for him, but now I can be sad that we won't have a "More Cowbell" bill.

Only In Dreams

I highly, highly doubt that this is true but I so hope it is. I can't think of anything better than having Christopher Walken as President of the United States of America. Can you imagine the possibilities? He could address New York... I mean... Kansas. Or when he finds Osama bin Laden in some foxhole (and you know he will, just watch his scene in Pulp Fiction) and tells him that he has a fever and the only prescription is more cowbell. In a world where Christopher Walken is the president, what can go wrong?

I Believe in Yesterday

Yesterday was quite the creative explosion in the realm of Trey Kerby. First, during the most pointless Organic Chemistry lecture I have ever participated in I decided that I would embark upon the production of my memoirs, an idea I had played around with as I mowed the lawn the previous night. I highly doubt that the writing of these memoirs could result in anything, but it will be fun to have my life story documented. Now all I need is a title for it (I've considered How to Become a Music Snob in 21 Years but I'm not sold on it). Next, while sneaking around with my companion Pumpkin, to my own amazement I discovered that I could transcribe music from guitar to piano. This discovery came as I rudimentally tried to figure out the intro riff from Arcade Fire's "Neighborhood #1 (Tunnels)." Though I am clearly an untrained and talentless pianist I nonetheless could figure out the right notes to play. Sonatas and etudes await on the horizon. Lastly, 2/3rds of the Feedback Whales (the Trey and Tyler portions) joined forces solely to rock. Last night produced what was probably our most artful music to date. Angular guitars, splashy cymbals, a tambourine, and a little instrument switching on my part was the result of Tyler's recent obsession with the Kings of Leon and mine with the Arcade Fire. By adding a little art-rock to our classic rock tinged grunge (arnge? grart?) we wrote what is the most dynamic song we've ever written. Very reminiscent of the song the full Feedback Whales wrote last summer that featured a toy organ solo by Ben. All in all, yesterday was good to get the creative juices going just in time to have them stifled by work and school.

I Like the Beatles

I finally figured it out today why I do not listen to the Beatles as much as logic would dictate. Since they are easily my favorite band of all time, one would assume that I would listen to them far more than any other music I possess. However, this is not true. This phenomenon was first noted by the one and only Nathan Fowler following our freshman year of college. As the year was nearing it's end, Nathan commented that he thought "we'd hear a lot more Beatles and Beastie Boys this year." The Beastie Boys comment stemmed from my adoration for their 1999 masterpiece Hello Nasty that had been present since our sophomore year of high school. But the Beatles comment was more surprising to me. He was totally right. By admitting (for lack of a better word) that they were my favorite band, anyone could logically think that I would listen to them quite often but I didn't to the point where others noticed. Furthermore, I had no reason why I hadn't listened to the most influential band in the history of music. A mere three years later and I arrived at the reason.
As I was driving home from a terrific day of summer school, I arrived at the stop light by Barnes & Noble (no S!)* I was listening to "I've Got a Feeling" from Let It Be... Naked, and considered switching over to Wolf Parade's EP. However, I found myself paralyzed when it came to the ability to turn off one of my favorite songs by my favorite band. At that very instant I realized why I do not listen to the Beatles as often as one would assume. Much like the Pringles jingle -- once I start, I cannot stop. The Beatles music just will not let me turn it off easily, and this is why I don't listen to them non-stop. If I did, then I would probably completely ignore the majority of my library out of ignorance. Hence, less Beatles = more musical variety. And as everyone knows, variety is the spice of life, though Tabasco sauce is also quite tasty.

*Unbeknownst to me, at this very moment my boo was traveling behind me. I have no idea how this happened, as she had driven away from school before I had. Nonetheless, the Beatles/Wolf Parade/boo triumvirate was revisited no more than 90 minutes later when I discovered that Wolf Parade would be opening for the Arcade Fire at the September 28th show that her and I will attend together (possibly with the second most rock-n-roll couple that I know). It's strange how coincidences such as choosing the Beatles over Wolf Parade had made me completely oblivious to the surrounding traffic; traffic which contained someone who I would be attending a concert with of the band that I had just chosen over. It's kind of like that scene at the end of Ocean's Eleven where you realize that it was Brad Pitt on the phone perpetrating the heist.

Through Being Cool

I don't know if you can measure how cool someone is by looking at the stuff that their friends have of theirs, but I really wish you could. If that were the case, I'm fairly confident that I would be among the top 100 in the world for coolness. Here's what people have of mine (that I wouldn't mind getting back before I die):

• MB - Tenacious D DVD, Snatch, guitar book
• TK - Dane Cook CD and DVD, Arcade Fire, Clap Your Hands Say Yeah, the Go! Team, Black Mountain, others
• JM - The Godfather trilogy
• MS - the White Album, Beastie Boys anthology, Red Hot Chili Peppers
• AO - Trey Kerby football jersey
• AH - the Killers, Franz Ferdinand, Trey Kerby baseball jersey

Obviously I've given many things away with no intention of seeking their return, but these items have to show how sweet I am. I mean, could a normal human lend out these goods without fear that their street cred would go down? I think not.

Trapped In a Closet

I saw the height of unintentional comedy last night. While scrolling through the channel guide, I stumbled upon R. Kelly's Trapped In a Closet video series. My only exposure to this had been the ridicule it received on VH1's Best Week Ever, so I was obviously intrigued.

Side note: What does VH1 stand for? Possibly Video Hits 1?

ANYWAY, the series is a group of 5 (I think) videos that tell the most confusing story of adultery, gunplay, and homosexuality ever. But the best part of the videos is that the whole story is told through the various characters mouthing the words to the R. Kelly songs. And the words have virtually no metaphoric quality to them at all. It's really something that you need to see to believe. I was literally laughing out loud the entire time, to the point where my Mom asked if I was still watching it. I replied, "Yes, I'm watching the R. Kelly, you're my Mommy," in the best R. Kelly song impersonation I could produce. And I continued to talk in this manner for the rest of the night.

I couldn't recommend anything more highly. It's so completely Murph-diculous that it's a must see. Now if I can just find the entire series of videos on the internets I can die happy.

UPDATE: This was just posted on Stereogum. Check it out, its supposed to explain the R. Kelly saga.

I Want to Go Down in Musical History

Since I will be not attending medical school this fall, and hopefully will the following fall, I have decided that this is the best time to try and actually professionally rock. If I can't get anything significant accomplished in this 1 year period, then I shall delegate rocking to strictly hobby status. That being said, I hope the rock sauce is sweet sounds to the ears of those around.