Flight of the Conchords


Normally I would consider a show that aired in 2007 to be “too modern” to include in my stitched portfolio, which is a tell tale sign of my age (old) and my cultural stagnation (80s). However, mark this day, as I’m making an exception for Flight of the Conchords, and this is why:

There is a very small window in a person’s life when music has the ability to hit a spot so personal that it hurts. As an adult, I find myself constantly chasing that feeling, and while I find bands and songs regularly that are meaningful, I never quite get back to the feeling of importance that Skid Row’s Youth Gone Wild had when I was a teen. Flight of the Conchords is a silly show and a silly little reminder of the role music has had in my life.

While I’m almost certain I would not enjoy FOTC in concert, the show is charming, endearing, and lightheartedly funny in a way that is becoming more and more rare. Maybe that is why I hold onto it for dear life despite sometimes feeling it’s much too current for an old curmudgeon like me.

Beastie Boys

Beastie BoysAlthough I’d like for this post to be clever and lighthearted, in true Beastie Boys fashion, this project made me cry like a baby. I thought two years would be enough time for me to get over MCA. I was wrong. I cried through the sketches with my Sharpie in hand. I cried through the transfer onto the dainty yellow napkins. I cried through every goddamn stitch. I even cried ironing them for the final photo.

All of this left me wondering what exactly the Beastie Boys mean to me. I can’t link them to a specific time and place the way I usually can with something sentimental. Instead, they’ve always just kind of been there in the background. Their lyrics have always popped up in my daily conversations. Their records have always been within easy reach of my stereo. Maybe that’s it – there hasn’t been one defining moment because they have always been there, growing up with me.