Spring Training Notes

Listening to Outkast’s "Hey Ya" a lot. Trying to deconstruct it. Much of what gets played on the radio is garbage, but this is some pretty serious stuff. The multiple syncopated vocal lines and killer synth bass are cool. But what really gets me is the acoustic guitar chord progression that repeats throughout the entire song. It’s G-C-D-E. That E at the end is just bizarre. It doesn’t resolve the progression; it kicks the song into a new key and then abruptly returns it to the original key with the G. It makes no musical sense. The kicker is when he gets to the chorus. The second "Hey Ya" is a G. That’s the note that puts the "minor" in E minor. But he sings it over that freakin’ E major chord. Somehow, maybe because the guitar is pretty far down in the mix, it actually works. I play an E minor in the chorus because it’s really disorienting to try and sing a G against an E major. Because it sounds so dissonant, you end up trying to correct your vocal pitch and everything goes to hell. I don’t know how he gets that to work.

Anywho, we talk about baseball ’round here so let’s get to it. I did a little googling, and here’s what I found:

And from the kind folks who constantly point me toward cool stuff:

  • Erie feeling about Indians (ESPN). Although this is about the Tribe, Rob Neyer does share some interesting thoughts on the Padres. Thanks to Howard Lynch for the link.
  • Edgar Orchard, the chocolatero of Culiacán. Jeff #287 sends along this hilarious Yahoo translation of one of yesterday’s articles on Edgar Huerta (aka Eddie Orchard). Pure genius: The first question on Orchard is if it belongs to bullpen or can be a consistent opener. Lee Sigman decided to send it to the calentadero to the starting of the season and his first appearance arrived the 22 from March in the Park Serdán Brothers before the Red ones of the Eagle, where hits in 4 stopped a 9 offensive of innings and 2/3 when throwing 2 1/3 in target and with 3 ponches. Culichi would add other 3 wonderful relief before undergoing its first punishment, in Tabasco, at the beginning of April.

Finally, because Friday lends itself to general wackiness, I leave you with Weight Watchers recipe cards from 1974. Do with these what you will, but please, for the love of humanity, steer clear of the Rosy Perfection Salad.