YARR! It be Talk Like A Pirate Day! Traditionally (ok, just last year), I announce the Pirate Song of the Year today, but I can’t think of any sufficiently piratical songs that have come out this year. However, we are taking nominations in the comments.
Instead, we open a new category: The Pirate Film of the Year.
Gore Verbinski, present yerself at the foredeck!
For the achievement of Pirate Film So Reportedly Lame I Didn’t Bother Seeing It (of the Year), ye are rewarded with a one-way voyage to Davy Jones’ Locker. Feed him to the sharks!
And now, the Pirate Film of the Year: Stardust. An extra share of booty fer Neil Gaiman, Matthew Vaughn, and Robert De Niro! ARRR!
Elsewhere, Chris Bertram warns not to try talking like a pirate in Bristol, where they talk like this all the time.
Pirates demanded a new open thread, so I will comply to avoid walking the plank. I have a bunch of CDs to review, but haven’t figured out what to say about them. Here’s the first one in the queue:
Ratatat: Classics: Ratatat is a band based on the notion that it would be awesome to make songs blending hip-hop beats, techno synth, and arena-rock guitar. Classics is a broader and more layered take on this concept than their self-titled debut album, and finds mixed success. Some of the more intricate songs, like “Lex”, hold together well, but others seem to meander while passing by potentially great moments. One of the great things about their previous record was the way songs would focus on a single brilliant riff and spend three minutes examining it, turning it upside down and inside out. There’s less of that here as they reach for a more complex sound. “Wildcat” and “Tropicana” can both be played at MySpace; both are decent with the latter being slightly better. The best song title on the CD is “Tacobel Canon”, and the track itself is appropriately Baroque-sounding. Rating: 3/5
As a follow-up to yesterday’s festivities, here’s a study of the number of r’s appearing in piratey exclamations, based on Google hits. The author finds a power law with an exponent of about -4. (Via Cosma Shalizi, who advises caution in inferring power laws from log-log plots.)
Arrr, mateys! It be Talk Like A Pirate Day once again! Of the holidays celebrated here at Arrrcane Gazebo, few be more highly anticipated.
Though my lists of the year’s best music won’t appear until December, it is now time to announce the winner of the coveted Arrrcane Gazebo Pirate Song of the Year. And the winner is…
Pretty Girls Make Graves, “Selling the Wind”
I buy these winds
to venge my children and their ghosts
I stole their ships
and every castle from their coasts
Need no advice
nor approval from the queen
I live my life
forever hellcat of the seas
Last year’s (unannounced) winner was, of course, The Decemberists’ “The Mariner’s Revenge Song”.
Here be a comment thread fer ye scurvy dogs t’ parley with each other.
Be talkin’ amongst yerselves, me hearties. We be raisin’ anchor fer our voyage, yo ho!
Open thread on Monday? Madness!
Next week my brother and I are driving from Dallas to Los Angeles, where he will be taking up residence. (The westward migration of my social network continues!) We leave on Talk Like A Pirate Day, no doubt with many an “Arr!” and “Avast!” to confuse the gas station attendants in roadside Texas towns. I intend to photoblog the interesting sun belt attractions (if any).
Hopefully the power will be back on by the time we get to L.A.
Get Him Eat Him: Geography Cones: Somehow I feel guilty about listening to music by an indie band whose frontman is a writer for Pitchfork, as if this is a fatal indulgence in hipsterism that will condemn me to a special level of hell reserved for pretentious music geeks. On the other hand, Get Him Eat Him is a great name for a rock band, bringing to my mind an image of some ravenous, ferocious animal being sicced on someone. Which is more or less what this band sounds like at its best, when the frantic guitars sound like they’re racing each other to some meaty prize. The lyrics occasionally veer into the kind of showy obscurity that make a fraction of Pitchfork’s reviews unreadable, but also have moments of brilliance. (“You’re so pretty you could destroy the city” somehow seems right even though, thinking about it, it doesn’t really make any sense. I guess Helen of Troy was so pretty that she did indeed destroy the city, maybe there’s a Homeric interpretation to that song.) My favorite track is probably “Not Not Nervous” unless it’s “Mumble Mumble”, there’s lots of good stuff here.
It’s hard to avoid encountering amusing and interesting t-shirt designs on the web, but never before have I instantly bought one. I could not, however, resist the tentacled pull of this pirate vs. squid shirt. (Via Pharyngula.) Apparently my work with SQUIDs has caused me to develop an appreciation for actual cephalopods.
Another instant purchase will be the Scary Go Round playing cards, as soon as they go on sale.
I missed this when it was on BoingBoing (while I was in Italy), but have now been enlightened by PZ Myers: a competing theory of Intelligent Design based around Flying Spaghetti Monsterism is demanding its place in science classes. The best part is this picture:
Also notable for their theory of global warming which involves pirates.