Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Victor's Ultimate Birthday "Meh"-ga Mix '18

I was going to say I really slacked on posting the follow up to my best of Mega Mix this year but looking at the span of time between posts last year I might be slightly ahead of schedule. Bully.

Perhaps I should have gotten these out sooner since the task of culling out the bottom two tracks per mix should be 33% easier this year. I only received two mixes this time around instead of the usual three. Although I did have to come up with 4 personal songs I disliked to hit the minimum 8 needed to post an 8Track.

It's an interesting exercise trying to come up with songs you hate. It's easy to recognize a song you hate when it randomly comes on the radio or while streaming, but to sit down and intentionally list out a few is not an effortless process. One normally doesn't think too often about songs they dislike nor are they readily available; you have to do a little mental searching. Coming up with the four additional tracks wasn't a significant struggle or anything but I would have an easier time coming up with 100 tracks I loved versus 100 tracks I hated.

That's not to say I hated any of the bottom songs I got this year, it's all relative with them. I had to pick two. As for the four personal songs I added to the end, I would say they'd likely be in my 100 most hated tracks list if I ever sat down and thought about it.

Roll the ugliness!

Sunday, August 05, 2018

Victor's Ultimate Mega Mix '18

Things tend to slow down as one gets older including the time it takes from getting mixes on your birthday (mid May) to actually putting together the yearly best of Mega Mix (early August).

On the plus side though, this isn't even the longest delay in putting out a Mega Mix. Just two years ago it took me until late August to get my post out. The worst of "Meh"-ga Mix came out in early September! So really I'm doing better than the spry young me of two years ago. Not too shabby.

This year's list on 8Tracks will literally be 8 tracks. The musical harvest was a little thin this year. I'm blaming it on Brexit, increased US trade tariffs, and of course those darn millennials. Still, while the quantity has lowered the quality still remains high.

Once again my friends' familiarity with my mix tastes (which I'm sure is influenced in no small part from my years of putting out these critical lists) make it harder and harder to make these cuts. It's something I say pretty much every year, but it is quite true.

I also just wanted to quickly note that I am a little bit surprised that 8Tracks is still around. When I saw all the restrictions and limitations they put on the site last year, it seemed to signal a MoviePass-esque death spiral into bankruptcy and oblivion. I'm glad that it (and I) are still here in 2018.

Let's pump up the jams!

Tuesday, July 11, 2017

Victor's Ultimate Birthday "Meh"-ga Mix '17

You probably thought I forgot about posting the follow up "worst of" mix tracks. Well, the jokes on you, I was merely procrastinating on posting the follow up!

I've obviously gotten real lazy when it comes to this blog but perhaps a part of the reason for my procrastination on this post was that these tracks weren't all that lousy and subconsciously I was feeling bad for calling them out.

I have to admit there aren't any true stinkers on here. My friends have been getting me these mixes for a while now and they usually know a dud when they see it. However, mix ranking is ultimately a zero sum game and for a top list there has to be a bottom list.

Perhaps down the line I will mellow with age and just eliminate this list entirely. Until then here are this year's bottom 7 songs plus a bonus track of a hit song I genuinely hate to fill out the minimum track count (hint: it's not another Ray Stevens track but it is a country crossover hit).

Unleash hell!

Sunday, June 18, 2017

Victor's Ultimate Mega Mix '17

Well, it looks like we've finally gotten to the point in the life of this blog were I only post 2 or 3 traditional entries a year. It seems to be going along the same life cycle as my other older blogs. I predict that eventually even those minimal entries will peter out (or the sun will run out of fuel and collapse into a black hole taking our entire solar system with it, whichever comes first) and this blog will finally go silent.

However, until that day we still have the yearly Mega Mix posts!

What can I say about this year's slate of mixes? It's another round of quality curated personal musical experiences. Having had birthday mixes made by essentially the same crew of friends for almost a decade now; it's obvious they have gotten pretty good at knowing what I like. Though I guess if there was any kind of complaint it would be that perhaps they know me too well and there are less experimental song choices. Consistency between mixes has been at an all time high lately which makes it hard to make the hard cuts for this list (and especially the bad list which I will still release later). Sure it's a more enjoyable listen overall but the appearance of true memorable,monumental stinkers are a rare sight. But really this is a minor, minor, pseudo-complaint. 

On a side note, it looks like 8tracks has made a bunch of bad changes to the service, most prominent being the addition of a 1 hour cap on free listening per week for users not signed to their monthly subscription service. LAME. I understand that running a streaming music service is expensive and they're trying to turn a profit, but man this is not going to keep a lot of the current users from leaving. I thought about it, but I still haven't found one that keeps the same mixtape set up. 

Oh, I also wanted to mention that this year's compilation was posted way quicker (a little over a month from receipt of the mixes) compared to last year where I didn't get these post out until late August/early September. So there's at least one part of my life that's not in decline with age!

Hit the music!

Saturday, September 03, 2016

Victor's Ultimate Birthday "Meh"-ga Mix '16

Summer's coming to an end, the days are getting shorter, the kids are going back to school. Soon all the leaves will start dying. Then winter will descend upon us, as unrelenting and inevitable as our own mortality.

So why not burn this fucker down with the ass end of birthday mix haul from back in May (remember way back when summer was starting and the world was full of hope and promise).

The dark side of the Mega Mix with 7 songs that I decided where not quite bangers, plus a bonus shit track to fit the minimum (fun fact: possibly my least favorite song to top the Billboard charts).

Happy Labor Day Weekend All!

Friday, August 26, 2016

Victor's Ultimate Mega Mix '16

"Better late than never" has always been a prominent philosophy in my life. Sure, your paper's gonna get docked half a grade but hey, what are you gonna do, take the zero?

Just when you thought the yearly Mega Mix was done, just another youthful affectation from my twenties that failed to make it all the way up through my thirties; here it comes hobbling in three months late.

While I am only now getting around to posting it, I did finalize the list about a month ago so I do wonder if it is no longer accurate. There is always the chance that my tastes have totally changed since then. A surprising amount of stuff can happen in a month after all.

While I don't think my fondness for novelty story songs have waned much in the past month, you'll have to treat the below 14 tracks as more of a snapshot from a younger, less world wise, early 32 Victor as opposed to the elder mid early 32 Victor. Though, frankly for those who know me I don't think there will be that many surprises.

Let us journey back to early summer:

Sunday, July 03, 2016

Yesterday was the worst day of my life

Note: Kind of weird posting it on here, but I needed some long form medium to spill my guts on.

My father died. I can't believe I just wrote that. I can't believe it is true.

He suffered a heart attack early Saturday morning. He was attempting to play some golf, an activity he never had time for all the years he worked. He was trying to enjoy a newfound freedom of semi-retirement: actual weekends off.

He soon felt ill and was taken to a hospital. By the time I arrived they were rushing him to another hospital to try emergency surgery. They told me it was a seriously blocked artery.  I followed with my mom. He never woke up.

I originally had plans on visiting him that day: catch up, run some errands together, grill some BBQ. I now found myself planning his funeral.

I get it, life isn’t supposed to be fair. But did it have to drive that point home with such brutal emphasis?

To lose him on a random Saturday morning like is about as jarring and as nonsensical as if he was shot by a stray sniper bullet.

My father had no history of heart trouble or cancer or anything else. He rarely got sick. And when he did get sick he would apparently will himself to get better if only because so many people relied on him. He was the youngest sibling in a family of the hardiest, sturdiest, dogged group of workhorses imaginable (unfortunately I take more from my mother’s more mortal side of the family) and they have all now outlived him.

What’s so cruel and unjust about this whole thing was the timing of it all. He had worked himself ragged his whole life: growing up in post war Korea into punishing poverty without a father since age 9, coming to America and working nearly every day to run his own business, taking what little free time he had to make sure his kids had everything they needed to have a better life.

Few had ever deserved a break like my father. He was finally going to take it easy. He finally had time to properly work on the lawn. He finally had time to remodel the house. He finally had time to travel with my mom. He was finally going to take a leisurely well-earned victory lap enjoying the fruits of his labor with the company of the family he dedicated his whole life supporting.

He was our foundation, he was our core, he was our rock. And now he is gone and it is devastating.

It's unrealistic for me to tell you that you should always let their parents know how much they love them. That will devalue it. But just try to get one moment where you tell them how much they mean to you so it is confirmed and in the books.

That’s all I really wanted say, the rest is just a random, rambling list of observations and memories I wrote out last night because I couldn’t sleep. I’m sure the language and grammar and disjointedness reflect that:

  • My dad never wore a nice pair of shoes, he bought the cheapest brands from Walmart or wherever and wore them into the ground.
  • My dad was decent. He was the most decent man I ever knew. He was almost decent to a fault.
  • He always gave a 100% at everything he was tasked with. Even something as simple as sweeping the floor. He would sweep with full dedication. When work had to be done, did it, no questions asked, no complaints, never a moment of slack effort.
  • He lived for his family. He had no time for hobbies or personal interests, he had to work hard so we could live a better life. He never wanted anything but to give back to his family. He was impossible to buy presents for.
  • It would have to be at gunpoint if he was ever going to accept money from his children.
  • I was really looking forward to seeing him slow down, to finally have the time to take up a hobby. He tried to hide it but I could see that he was fascinated with RC aircrafts and now RC drones; I was finally going to nail him down with a present. 
  • He yelled a lot and wasn't the most open with his feelings but you knew everything he did was from a place of love. He had a kind soul.
  • As someone who grew up without enough to eat, he would be overly preoccupied with his children eating enough. He would never finish his meal and would always give us his food.
  • Like his shoes he wore his clothes until they failed. Most of his daily wardrobe were either worn, had holes, or permanent stains from work. He lived through the charity of whatever my mother would buy for him.
  • If I had a quarter of his work ethic, I might be a millionaire.
  • His hands were rough and weathered. I once wrote a monologue for a college speech class about his coarse hands, worn down by work and how my hands were so pristine by comparison.
  • His feet smelled, because he was on them all day.
  • He was incapable of sleeping in late.
  • He helped me move into my new apartment; the last time he visited it he actually complimented me on how nice a job I did in setting it up and then threw in how it could have room for one more occupant (never missed an opportunity to push the marriage issue on me).
  • Whenever my sister caused trouble, he defended her more than anyone. I think he saw a lot of himself in her.
  • He fixed things: cars, the house, appliances, anything you gave him. His countless tools are littered throughout the house.
  • He was cynical and pessimistic about a lot of things in life. He was wary of my mother’s church friends and he believed anyone in NYC with an out of state license plate was cheating to get insurance discounts. But when it came to his kids he had boundless optimism. When I was worried about getting accepted into NYU, he literally offered to bet me money that I would get in.
  • He wore caps a lot, some still have his smell.
  • He was the greatest driver I ever knew. He learned to drive in the Korean Army. He drove everything from 18 wheelers to forklifts to the family minivan. He could parallel park on a dime; one shot no hesitation.
  • He drove me through a blizzard to Albany at 5 in the morning to get me sworn into the bar.
  • He helped me install my air conditioner every year.
  • To my friends he was always Mr. Lee. He intimidated all my friends.
  • And now I will never see him again.
  • He was supposed to pick me up from the light rail station after his golf game. Knowing him he was probably concerned about that even when he was headed to the hospital.
  • I was supposed to see him Friday night and I moved it to Saturday morning. I would have seen him like an extra few hours tops, but what I wouldn't give to have that time back. It’s best not to dwell on such thoughts.
  • I will miss:
    • Our trips to Costco which would always involve us window shopping the big screen TVs, the purchase of a rotisserie chicken on top of anything else, and hot dogs and soda afterwards.
    • Our trips to my apartment, driving down 1-9 talking about world events and complaining about traffic.
    • Our early morning Sunday trips to my grandmother’s grave. We were the only ones who visited it regularly. It was our joint ritual of grief. He was always so concerned about the state of the grass on it, tirelessly worked to have it better taken care of by the staff. We would say our peace and go home. He will be buried in the plot next to her. I now realize I’ll have to make that trip alone to visit both of them and it hurts.
  • I was the designated flashlight holder when he was fixing things, he would yell at me for not following his view.
  • He barely drank. The only time he ever drank at home was when I came over.
  • He would drink the worst coffee and at any temperature.
  • I can’t recall the last time I hugged him.
  • He taught himself to use the computer just so he could watch Korean TV on the Internet. When I got home I saw his computer was still on and queued to a video.
  • When I picked up his car from the golf course, he had managed to neatly place his bag inside the trunk and the seat was down to where he reclined to wait for the ambulance. It took me a second to get it together.
  • There was always a language barrier between us so I never got to have a deep conversation with him and vice versa. This is the curse of immigrant children.
  • He would get angry but would always feel bad about it.
  • The one thing in the world that consistently made me cry would be if I ever thought that I was letting him down. That's when the waterworks would start.
  • Didn't care for church, not sure if he believed it. He had lived a hard enough life to be skeptical.
  • Every time I prayed at night I would pray for my parents to be healthy and happy; I can't understand why this would be the response.
  • He was my dad and he was my hero. Really he was.
  • He hated filling out paperwork and was eternally grateful when I did the monthly bills.
  • He actually felt sorry for me that I was working so hard at my job. What a joke.
  • He would only brag about his children. He would show my game show clips to anyone who was (or not) interested.
  • Said singing and dancing were his greatest deficiencies.
  • Yelled at me for talking at the dinner table.
  • Was proud that I knew so many facts.
  • Always felt bad that he was never around enough growing up, thought he let us down a little. You never did Dad, you never did.
  • Always wondered if there was something more he could do.
  • Great worker but unlucky at times in business. At least twice in his life he had to close a store and start all over again. If there was ever evidence against the idea that hard work alone would lead to success it was him. 
  • Really pushed me to become a lawyer. I am willing to forgive him for that, his heart was in the right place, he just wanted me to make good money and have a secure job.
  • He once told me he would be a wonderful grandfather and how awesome he was with children; when I jokingly told him how I don't recall playing with him much growing up - He told me he was too busy but he always wanted to.
  • He was the guy who hooked up the video game systems.
  • Any bit of practical sense in me is from him.
  • He would have been a great engineer if he ever had the opportunity to go to college.
  • He loved his mama. I loved my grandma. We bonded over that.
  • Kept giving me tons of PBA cards even when I didn't drive anymore.
  • I will always associate Korean curse words from him.
  • His stockpile of Commerce and TD Bank pens will last the next generation and beyond.
  • I inherited his ability to sweat but not much of his ability to earn a sweat.
  • He once knocked down a house of cards I spent hours making when I was 10 and I got blindingly mad at him. The next morning I woke up and I found that he had reassembled it before he left for work at like 5 in the morning. I was still mad so I knocked it down.
  • He used to drive trucks at 3 in the morning.
  • I can't believe he is gone.
  • What the fuck happened?
  • He was relentless on getting me to marry. It was terrible, but in keeping with his character he only pushed it because the idea that such a catch like me would be single was due to me rejecting everyone I met.
  • He won't be there for my sister at her wedding.
  • He would fall asleep in the living room. He would snore if he was really tired.
  • He liked fishing. He always wanted to see Alaska.
  • We once had a long conversation about driving that big highway in Key West
  • There are only 2 people I know for sure in the world that love me without reservations and I just lost one.
  • Whenever I helped him with a computer problem or reading a document that he didn’t quite understand he would thank me and tell me “what will I do without you?” Now I ask myself what will I do without him?