The Hard Taco Digest
Intrigue. Relevance to you, to your day. On the first of every month, we bring you an original Hard Taco song, and this digest, a two headed worm of relevance and intrigue.
Monday, April 1, 2024
Cliffs Nodes
Friday, March 1, 2024
And Special Thanks to Douchebag Principal
Dear Friends,
After a hiatus and then a second hiatus, the Hard Taco rock opera is back! Thank you for patiently waiting for two hiatuses for "Dark Star Origin," an original fairy tale told through song. I'm excited to share the first half with you this month, with the conclusion set to release next month.
This whole Hard Taco project started because I had to write a rock opera, and that only happened because my high school principal was a douchebag.
Let's step into the Bygone Days Machine and set the knobs to November 1992. I was a 16-year-old high school senior in Mr. Liska's AP English class, my voice was finally changing, and I had just received my early decision admission letter from Brown. My future college didn't recognize the AP English exam, rendering the second semester of Mr. Liska's class, which focused on AP exam prep, irrelevant for me. When I explained this to Mr. Liska, he greenlighted my request to transfer into a different English class, creative writing.
But evil forces were astir! A few days after winter break, the Douchebag Principal (DP) summoned me to his office. There had been a mistake, he told me. Students cannot change classes mid-year under any circumstances. Not only would have to return to AP English, but I would be forced to take (and pay for) the AP English exam that my college would not honor. My parents and I tried to fight it, but the Douchebag Principal (DP) stood his douchey-douchey ground. Did the school have quotas for student AP examinees? Or did he get personal financial incentives for lack of transparency and extraordinary douchebaggery? We'll never know.
Indignantly, I returned to Mr. Liska's AP English class, unaware of the blessing I had just been given. Mr. Liska was an extraordinary teacher and a genuinely reasonable person. Rather than forcing me to prepare for the AP test, he encouraged me to spend the semester working on a creative project pertaining to the material we were reviewing. Half-jokingly, I offered to write a rock opera about Beowulf, a proposal he met with enthusiasm.
Reality check. I had never written a whole song before, and a few months earlier I threw myself into a creek to get out of what would have been my third guitar lesson. I knew nothing about music recording, could barely carry a tune, and had only made it through the first chapter of the Cliff's Notes for Beowulf. To summarize, I absolutely had no business taking on this project.
Enter Jon Greenlee, the guitarist and singer for the second most popular band at Nicolet High School. We had been solid second-tier friends since sixth grade. Early in our friendship, he had fallen out of favor in the My Mom Demographic for being a risk taker. She gave him this title after he no-showed for my Bar Mitzvah luncheon after RSVPing that he would come. (Roberta London holds no other grudges but has never forgiven this transgression.)
She was right, of course. Jon was a risk taker. Skipping a Bar Mitzvah luncheon is a huge risk if you're trying to expand your collection of sunglasses that inexplicably have... blinds?
These exist for some reason. |
Jon and I ran in different circles in high school, but when I asked him to produce and record a Beowulf rock opera, he agreed. In the coming months he spent over 100 hours helping an idiot (me) who had ruined his only pair of jeans to avoid that third guitar lesson record an entire album of songs about an Old English poem that neither of us had read. He was a goddamn risk taker.
Many of my fondest high school memories came over the next three months of writing, plagiarizing, and recording these songs with the help of Jon and other would-be actors and musicians in our respective circles. Our constant companion throughout this experiment was a Yamaha 4-Track cassette recorder, which I still think is one of the coolest pieces of tech ever invented.
The final result was... almost entirely unlistenable! But the process sparked in me a deep love of songwriting, music recording, and the rock opera genre. After high school, I worked on rock operas based on the Icelandic Saga of Hrafnkel, the Legend of Sleepy Hollow, and a half-finished original called The Hard Tack Medicine Show. And for a decade I planned and schemed to write a rock opera about Custer's Last Stand, but only finished one song.
Ironically, it was the establishment of the monthly Hard Taco Digest that ended my rock opera composing. When you commit to releasing exactly one song every month, it's really hard to find space to plan for long-term projects.
But I've really missed the pretentious grandiosity of the rock opera genre. I don't see myself to doing a full-length one any time before I retire, but it was a huge treat to work on the mediocre mini version of it this month. So enjoy, and special thanks to Douchebag Principal (DP). I hope he was able to retire early because of the AP English Quota Kickbacks.
With warmest regards,
Zach
Thursday, February 1, 2024
The Macarena: An Explorer's Dance with History
February 1, 1892
My Dearest Eleanor,
As I repose beneath the azure skies of Spain, my pen finds its way to paper after a silence that has stretched too long. My heart swells with the hope that this letter finds you in good health and high spirits back in our cherished Cambridge. Your image, like a steadfast beacon, guides my spirit through the thrills and trials of these foreign lands.
Today, I chanced upon a most peculiar and enthralling local ceremony, which the natives referred to as "Macarena". I feel compelled to document this extraordinary spectacle, for it was unlike anything I've ever witnessed in my extensive explorations.
As the music commenced, a melody both foreign and intriguing to my English sensibilities, the participants began their ritual in unison. First, they extended their arms forward, one after the other, in a manner reminiscent of a soldier presenting arms. It was a deliberate and measured action, executed with a precision that spoke of practiced discipline.
Subsequently, they turned their palms skyward, each in sequence, as if beseeching the heavens for favor or perhaps in silent homage to the sun that beats relentlessly upon this passionate land. This gesture was imbued with a certain reverence, a silent prayer encapsulated in a simple turn of the wrist.
Each participant then placed their right hand upon their left shoulder and vice versa, in an astonishing manner evocative of a self-embrace.
Following this, they placed their hands upon the very backs of their heads, one at a time. It was a gesture that, to my mind, suggested a casual nonchalance, a momentary abdication of the day's toils.
This was followed by an even more shocking switch of hands to the other hip, performed with the same light-hearted finesse, each movement a brushstroke in this living canvas of cultural expression.
Then came a rather delightful, albeit completely unforeseen sequence in which they shook their hips. It was a vibrant circular motion, reminiscent of leaves swirling seductively in the Andalusian breeze.
My dearest, at this point I was convinced that this extraordinary dance had no surprises left for me, but I was swiftly proven wrong, as the Spaniards in unison leapt and turned their bodies a quarter turn to the left! It was as if each participant was a compass needle, momentarily pausing before orienting themselves towards Jerusalem or simply a new adventure.
This Macarena seems to encapsulate the very essence of the Spanish spirit. But Eleanor, amidst the laughter and the vivacious sway of strangers, I found myself adrift in a sea of memories, each one a cherished moment shared with you.
I was reminded of your last missive, in which you shared how your days and evenings in Bath, Somerset have been filled with lively company and spirited friends. How often you mentioned the charm and wit of our mutual acquaintances, Rupert and Alistair, whose fine characters and companionship you've always appreciated in my absence.
Reading back the words that I have just written, I fear that I have been made the cuckold. But what were you supposed to do? I have been out of town and my two friends are so fine.
With warmest affection and a heart that beats only for you,
Archibald
P.S. The Hard Taco song for February is called "Solid Maybe."
Monday, January 1, 2024
Fortress Party 2023 Retrospective
Dear Friends,
Welcome to another new year! The latest Hard Taco song, "Home Away from Home," is about wanting to make others feeling welcome no matter what and no matter when.
As per tradition, the January Hard Taco Digest is being replaced with a retrospective of the most recent Fortress Party. We estimated 358 guests this year, not counting interlopers who snuck past the checkpoint without their heads exploding.
Traditionally, Scarlett leads the walkthrough tour, but she was stuck in California until the following weeks we asked Malcolm to give it a try.
There's a lot of content that didn't show up in the walkthrough, so we made separate blog posting for most of the rooms. I'm also including a timestamp to the YouTube video above if you just want to check one of them rooms out without watching the whole thing.
These Are the Voyages (In walkthrough)
Sign-In Sheet Maze (In walkthrough)
SNL Auditions (In walkthrough)
Vert Derk Verk (Swedish Chef's Kitchen) (In walkthrough)
The Boogiery (In walkthrough)
The Great Beyond (In walkthrough)
Styx (In walkthrough)
Afterlife Jam (In walkthrough)
With warmest regards,
Zach
Sunday, December 31, 2023
Fortress Party 2023 - Afterlife Jam
If you look at the walls when the videos pan across the audience, you will not images of many of these dead musicians on the wall, along with a song quote that explains their situation. For example:
"Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. (I was a cadaveric donor.)"
- George Michael, Wham
Well, the years start coming and... eventually they stop coming.
- Steve Harwell, Smashmouth
Here is a list of recommended singers for karaoke performances. People did a pretty good job sticking to this until about midnight, and then it devolved in the usual mess of The Killers, Fallout Boy, and Avril Lavigne. What can you do?
A
AC/DC (Bon Scott era)
Alice in Chains
The Allman Brothers
Louis Armstrong
B
The Beastie boys
Tony Bennett
The Bee Gees
Blind Melon
The Blues Brothers
Boston
David Bowie
Jimmy Buffett
James Brown
The Byrds
C
The Carpenters
Johnny Cash
Ray Charles
The Clash
The Cranberries
Crosby Stills and Nash
D
The Doors
E
The Eagles (Glen Frey)
F
Ella Fitzgerald
Aretha Franklin
G
Marvin Gaye
The Grateful Dead
H
George Harrison
Jimi Hendrix
Billie Holiday
Buddy Holly
Whitney Houston
I
INXS
J
Michael Jackson
Jefferson Airplane/Starship
Janis Joplin
L
John Lennon
Linkin Park
Lynyrd Skynyrd
M
The Mamas and the Papas
Bob Marley
Curtis Mayfield
George Michael
The Monkees
Motorhead
N
Nirvana
Notorious B.I.G.
O
Sinead O’Connor
Roy Orbison
P
Tom Petty
The Pogues
The Pointer Sisters
Elvis Presley
Prince
John Prine
Q
Queen
R
The Ramones
Otis Redding
Lou Reed
Kenny Rogers
The Ronettes
S
Selena
The Sex Pistols
Tupac Shakur
Frank Sinatra
Smashmouth
Dusty Springfield
Soundgarden
Sublime
Stone Temple Pilots
Donna Summer
W
Barry White
Amy Winehouse
Z
Frank Zappa
Fortress Party 2023 - Hades
The realm of Hades is guarded by the ferocious three-headed dog, Cerberus, shown here from several impressive angles.
Fortress Party 2023 The Great Beyond
At the top of stairs to the second floor was a bingo spinner filled with red and white ping-pong balls. A sign asked guests to spin it three times. (This picture is actually a hand replacing on of the balls.)
If they had two ore more red balls, they would be directed to the left, to cross the River Styx into Hades. If they had two ore more white balls, their good deeds outweighed their sins, and the could proceed to the right into the Heaven-like Afterlife Jam.
I didn't save a complete list with all of the good and bad deeds, but here are are some examples.
Sample Red Balls:
Boring Pickleball Talk
My Dog Don't Like You
Toilet Seat Up
Calling Buddha Fat
No Turn Signals
Saying "Give 110%"
Gender Reveal Party
"Literally" meaning not
Karaoke Hog
Grammar Policing
Not Refilling Brita
Vaguebooking
Pen 'Borrowing'
Zone 3 Boarding With Zone 2
Writing in All Caps
Last Cookie Take
Peeing On Seat
Notes In Library Book
Seat Kicking
Posting Food Pics
Saying "Expresso"
Secret Santa Fraud
Singing Baby Shark
Being a Nerd No!!!!
Being Martin Short
Quoting Joe Rogan
Unicorn-icide
Saying "Totes"
Napkin Dabbing Pizza
Clickbait Sharing
Nerf Herding
Yeast-iality
Clamslaughter
Moving My Cheese
Slant Rhyming
Saying the "R" Word
Doing Much Crime
Wordle Spoiling
Covers Hogging
Loud Chewing
Movie Spoiling
Meme Spamming
Pizza Pineapple
Coffee Snobbery
Drink From Carton
Late Clinic Notes
Ignoring Pager
Loud Chewer
Dish Piling
Leave Seat Up
Reply All Email
Double Dipping
Comic Sans Using
Milk Before Cereal
Movie Talking
Too Much Cilantro
TP On Backwards
Leaving Lights On
Too Much Cologne
Sample white balls:
Sharing tacos
Kindess Spree
Pun Master
Complimenting Chef
Penny Seats Donor
Brings Brownies
Places Bugs Outside
Resurrecting the Dodo
Fortress Cleaner Upper
Gives Up Bus Seat
Replacing Cheese
Decent Hygeine
Cute Accent
Funky Socks
Cop Hugging
Cheering Up Pluto