Showing posts with label Bombastic. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bombastic. Show all posts

8.25.2010

Don't Misunderstand! Or Else!

Quickly now- let's have another brief blast from the most recent mix, which includes the song below.



Turns out this was in Kill Bill:
do not recall.

I of course did not pinch my version from some Quentin Tarantino-sanctioned mix.
I do the sanctioning around here, thanks.
Instead, I found this song by what you might call the "lost-wax casting method". That is the "method" whereby one seeks records, sees records, and gets divinely inspired to snap some particular one up. In this case, inspiration struck because of this fairly intriguing record cover.



Will it be Canticles for Catholics? (Santa = Saint)
Cha-Cha, or (Two-to-) Tango?
Spanish Goth for Goya fans? (check the "Castlevania" style font)
Erotic fiction en Espagnol?

More apt pictures, here:









I think this song may have launched Ruth and I into a long little game: in which songs does the singer name herself/himself?
(An example: in "What My Woman Can't Do Can't Be Done" by Jerry Lee Lewis, he says, "If ever there's been a baby/ Jerry Lee has found him one")

No hip-hop obviously -that wouldn't be a challenging game- unless maybe you had to rap the line yourself, and actually do a decent job of it.

And since you are listening to the above song already, you probably can see the related event in that song. In probably the only lyrical derivation from the Animals' track (originally written for Nina Simone- who knew?),
a line is (for no clear reason) added: "Oh, Esmeralda". I imagine that is who he does not wish to be misunderstood by?
Anyhow, since he says "Esmeralda", and the band's name is "Santa Esmeralda", you know, it got me thinking.

Any other examples of singers naming themselves in lyrics; or saying their own band name in the lyrics? I won't say the ones we've already thought of- that way you can play the game too.
In the comments of course.

(you can still download the mix- a summery, disco-filled and disco-infused little scorcher, here- of course, it includes this song. Of Course!)

6.03.2010

I Fought the Road- and the Road Won

One more from the Summer mix... more mixes in the pipeline too. Going to make one about girls, one very disco-y, and one about my birthday.

The mix re: my birthday may involve songs about bikes, since I fell off my bike while riding to get my birthday presents.
Falling = fighting the road and losing
Damage = minimal cos I'm tuff

(That is my arm- look at my Popeye-ass forearms. What can I say- I invented muscle!)
Presents = DVD player and new CD/DVD burner for computer
-- {both stopped working months ago- I was utterly without lazerz in my house : laserless}
-- {but no longer: thanks Mom and Dad!}

Bobby Fuller Four: "I Fought The Law"

( Various versions can be found here )



Here is the original version of Bobby Fuller Four's "I Fought The Law". Well, theirs is the original; this is a sweeeeeeet live version.
Except on old TV, so, probably not really even live. I dunno; old stuff is fun, but confusing, yeah?
One of the Four is sitting on a (prison-style) bunk bed; there is a woman in a cell, but dancing; the warden eventually starts dancing; etc etcet etcetera...

Oh, and you probably want to see my wound again:


You know the expression "Zounds!" (it is used much like "Gadzooks!")?
It's short for "God's Wounds"; lotsa expressions are just not-really swearing substitutions for for-real curses. I mean, even 'curse' is the word for bad words, because heathens used to invoke their gods in order to destroy their enemies. You used to curse when you wanted someone destroyed, essentially.

When you wanted them smote with holy hellfire, justly turned to dust.

And that reminds me- a girl stepped out in front of me on this fateful bike ride
(on purpose)
(before I fell)
and then when I said "YO!"
(honestly said just that)
because I nearly hit her
(but didn't - I'm a real aware rider, okay? My control is super-right)
she then replied, "You on a bike, Bitch!"
(which can be interpreted in various ways)
-- {as, 'you are a little bitch because you are on a bicycle- what are you, ten?'}
-- {or as, 'I can step out in front of you, because, Rock Paper Scissors style, walker beats biker')

So I think she cursed me. I sure the hell cursed afterwards.

One for the Road (heh) : Live (really live) Clash version too:

5.28.2010

Summer is Heavenly

Okay, brief rundown of all the traxxx on the recent mix- Summer Showerz: LoveLeigh Days.

Listen to a track from ze mix: "Spirit In The Sky", by Norm Greenbaum.

(if you want a higher quality sound, listen to the YouTuber below; below has weird, weird religious stuff in it though- creepy, but we want
summery,
not creepy. Above is literally a guy recording him playing it on his den's jukebox: it has a certain je ne sais quoi, oui?)


Hold your breath here we goooooooo
Summer Shower Jamz: LoveLeigh Days.

Summer Madness ~O~ Kool & the Gang
chilled out, nice way to start the mix. Sampled by Fresh Prince and DJ Jazzy Jeff, for "Summertime"; Jazzy will be at the Roots Picnic...

Reunion ~O~ Bobbie Gentry
Whoa now, an odd-ball, to get you intrigued about what your genius musical guide will pull next. A handclapped, bottle-smackin' little rhythm, a bit like 'Iko Iko'. First words, no joke: "Momma can I huh, Momma can I huh huh, can I Momma won't ya please let me Momma can I huh". About a family reunion: a little charmer, sweet funny little thing. Looks sumthin like this, but from deep down South




Maggie May ~O~ Rod Stewart
You know this.
DOWNLOAD Summer Showerz: LoveLeigh Days.

Summertime ~O~ Billy Stewart
Cover of sorts of a song from Gershwin's "Porgy & Bess". Evidently, during that show, they sing at among other times, during a craps game. Upbeat, lots of little darting guitars. Horns, man, horns. Tongue rolls, like so: 'dddddddddah!'.

Spirit In The Sky ~O~ Norman Greenbaum
aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! If I were a DJ, like a pro who gets $, it would be an uncommon night out when I didn't play this. Right? My goodness, just listen to your ears! I'm killing you, just killing you, with this track right now. Big stomping drums. You could play this at 'A Flyers Hockey Game', and I bet they would win. A woman singing backup, in a falsetto.
Can women even sing falsetto? This one can!

Party Lights ~O~ Claudine Clark
Another Killer. Old rock/RnB. Girl is watching all her friends go to the party across the street, but Mom won't let her go! "There goes Jenny and Sue, and Bobby and Mary Lou, oh-oh-oh there goes my boyfriend too!" "Party lights, red and blue and green; everybody in the crowd is there, but you won't let me make the scene!" Real rapid fire snappy snare drums. Piano tinkling, and some peppy-ass horns make an appearance.

DOWNLOAD Summer Showerz: LoveLeigh Days.

In the Summertime ~O~ Mungo Jerry
A pic shall suffice:


If Not For You ~O~ Olivia Newton John
A pic shall suffice:


Summer Breeze ~O~ Isley Brothers
Told you about last time.

Two Tickets To Paradise ~O~ Eddie Money
"Oh, what?!?! Hit me again with that Eddie Money, Son!"
(That's you talking, after this song drops. You are driving, in a Camaro, f'real. Top off- on the car, you jokester...
"I'm gonna take you on a trip so far from here,
I've got two tickets in my pocket, now baby, we're gonna disappear.
We've waited so long, waited so long.

I've got two tickets to paradise,
Won't you pack your bags, we'll leave tonight,
I've got two tickets to paradise
[guitar solo- 32 bars]"

That's you singing it at karaoke, and really, it made our night.

I Fought The Law ~O~ Bobby Fuller Four
A pretty jaunty guitar in this song; really jaunty when you consider that the first lines are about 'breaking rocks in the hot sun'. We'll just bracket the rocks, okay, and focus on the sun, you feel me? A million famous people covered this song for a reason; that is, a reason beyond its sassy 'F-the-P' attitude- it is a funtime summertime spectacular.
I bet even cops like this song.

Summer ~O~ War
Return to Mellow. Almost all of War's stuff is proper for a summer mix; guys rocked a Texan melting pot thing; soul, Texana, sunbaked, relaxed. More horns, lazzzzzyyyy ones. "Summer: my time of year". Well-said, War, well-said.

DOWNLOAD Summer Showerz: LoveLeigh Days.

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aaaaand here is the creepy-video-version of Norm Greenbaum's "Spirit in the Sky".
I think someone kidnapped her daughter? And this someone may be the state of Missouri? And Jesus is angry about it? Or what?

3.14.2010

Better Living Through Explosives

Last night was good, for two primary reasons.
First, St. Patty's Month was not as horrible as you might think. I was in Old City (oof), which should have been real real yucky. There were hardly any green hats, hardly any beads, etc. Negatively good: the absence of obnoxiousness. Phew.

Second, more positively good: Neil had some Irish friends in town; these friends have a band; this band has good songs (at Rhapsody) . They're called Butterfly Explosion (Myspace).
We went to the Khyber, which I love but hadn't been to in a minute. You know that High Lifes (High Lives?) are only $2.50 there? Downstairs even (upstairs beers are always crazy cheap). I'll be darned.


Butterfly Explosion on YouTube
Butterfly Explosion sound like M83 with less synthesized business (as Neil accurately stated). They do have a keyboard, but it's more for an extra layer of sound, not for beeps and bloops.
Or like Mogwai, but less often loud. 2 or 3 songs got 'Mogwai loud'...
...this would be an explosion, in Mogwai mode:

...

but the bulk built and waned without ever making a huge crashing. So mellower than Mogwai, but not crybaby-mellow. Just more restrained, like so...


Most of the songs didn't have words, which is a strong merit. Songs don't need words! If you require your music to have words- a non-musical element, of course- I think there may be something wrong with you.
There is probably something wrong with you regardless.

10.15.2009

WanderLust

Albert Camus famously (well, even "cliche-edly") wrote that there "is but one truly serious philosophical problem, and that is suicide."
I take this problem much more seriously when grading student papers.

Likely, the best option would be to somehow lead the papers themselves to commit suicide, instead of myself.


( Facebookers, view "Lovers Who Wander" by Dion on Youtube: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buP1_OhjP5o )

([{Download "AMX: Unsafe at Any Speed", my most recent mix. It, of course, includes the above song.}])

Ah, but a reason to live! Like a crocus, leaping forth from the earth in earliest spring! Like an olive branch of peace, borne across vast oceans! Like a jellybean, delicious if artificial, rolling about my mouth!
Like a drumbeat built for speeeeeeeeeeeed!
.....! with handclaps, even !.....

The above song is by Dion, not Dion and the Belmonts; small detail, except that with the Belmonts, Dion made much less rokkin' tunes. This one swings, really has some of that ol' pep that this mix, friends, has in spades.

Oh papers, your weight, carried it seems for millennia, nearly grinds me to dead dust. And yet the waters of life flow from the ever-renewed spring that is
"AMX: Unsafe at Any Speed":

Healing waters which consist of doo-wop, early rock 'n' roll, "guitar freakouts", and all manner of leather-clad rebels, plain white tees and jeans, and a 'little sis' who can do the Mashed Potato.



Yes, 'Teachers who Wander", wander from the flat affects of required classwork, toward the NeverNeverLand of the Internet. A Musical Mecca to which The Teacher is guided by a profound wanderlust. Oh verily, these papers
"broke my heart, I really showed it,
Look at me now [after downloading "UNSAFE AT ANY SPEED"], you'd never know it
Now my story can be told with a smiling face
I'm the luckiest guy in the human race".

Yes, I traded drudgery for funnery, poorly constructed sentences for expertly-wrought musical mixes. I now pass on the possibility of your own, similar transition. Listen, learn, love, licent, etc., all with the help of "Unsafe At Any Speed.zip", the lovely and lively zip file that contains the above song, as well as many others.

9.23.2009

Oh Boy! Obey the Oboe

Just wanted to mention that, because of my 'research' for the last post, I knew that mayflies have two penises.

2!

And at Quizzo in West Philly last Sunday, we were asked about it! And I knew! And we got a point!

Other than that though, you could say we were 'down and out' in West Philly.



youtube got it: James' Brown - Down and Out In New York City

This is from the James Brown-scored movie soundtrack I mentioned last time. See, he's using 'movie-style' instruments here- orchestra, flutes, etc.
Say which you prefer: Curtis' Junkie or James' ...Out In.. in the comments

I think somebody is rocking the oboe?


Which is of course a vaguely phallic instrument. So, if you had two of them, battling it out, dueling banjos style,
or a la "The Devil Went Down to Georgia" (which is a song I like, but do not like at Oscar's, which you can no longer smoke at, at all),
then it would look a little like a mayfly.
Because they have

2!

Oh, and please do not ever forget that oboe players have a posse:

12.15.2008

Dead-Metal (Turbonegro and Betty Page)


Betty Page died the other day. (These things do happen.)



The above song, retrospective of her passing, must be considered a loving, rather moving tribute.

Download TURBONEGRO's "(I Fucked) Betty Page"

Turbonegro are a sorta punk, sorta metal band. I just got into them recently, but supposedly they have 8 albums. (That's more than you.) This is how the lead singer typically performs:

(With that physique, you might be forgiven for being surprised that he didn't die BEFORE Betty Page...)
They are somewhat daffy, but it stays fun and doesn't get old. Partly because, musically, they are way rad. But even the lyrics, which are where the tomfoolery enters into it, rarely are straight-up stupid.
Turbonegro are daffy in that they talk about sex and coke and erections (independent of sex- see below) and "ROK und ROLL" and ask questions like "Do you do you Dig Destruction?" (to which they answer "Latino lovers often do" ???). They obviously aren't taking it all so very seriously, but they aren't in it just to joke either. So when, in "I Got Erection", they say:

"Every time I walk down the street - Erection -
When I think of blood I think of love - Erection -
When I set a house on fire - Erection -
When I dig a hole in the ground - Erection -
When I hear that death punk sound- Erection"

they are probably mostly joking. But when they say that 'Turbonegro Hate The Kids' (you know, 'the kids'), I get the feeling that they mean it.



They played at Madison Square Garden a little while ago, which is a slightly odd venue for them. And, slightly related: when uploading "(I Fucked) Betty Page" (click to download), A pop-up ad informed me that The Hold Steady (who I don't know about, but am sure that they are "The Kids" and very dumb and bad and all that) and their tour are sponsored by Duracell. they are sponsored by the Pink Rabbit!



This is why we all need bands like TURBONEGRO, by the way.
Well, one more for the road- and I promise, you all will like this song; it has homoeroticism, international travel, the bars of "New York, New York" (they call it that because they are from Norway, by the way).

10.13.2008

Narcissistic Revelations

Or, NarciCHRIStic RevelAWESOMEs. Take your pick.
In a former post, I revealed to you my divinity. (It was of world-historical import. But trans-historical, too.)

As was said about me in Oscar Wilde's 'Salome', "When he cometh the solitary places shall be glad. They shall blossom like the rose. The eyes of the blind shall see the day, and the ears of the deaf shall be opened. The sucking child shall put his hand upon the dragon's lair, he shall lead the lions by their manes."



Here are some of the first fruits of my new rule over man and beast.

A MIX! (the opening of ears!)

NarciCHRIStic RevelAWESOME.zip

TRACKLISTING =--=


I Wanna Be Adored>> The Stone Roses>> The Complete Stone Roses

I Am Pentagon>> The Make-Up>> Untouchable Sound—Live

New Morning>> Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds>> Tender Prey

More Than This>> Bryan Ferry & Roxy Music>> Street Life

(It Will Have To Do) Until The Real Thing Comes Along>> Wibert Harrison>> An Introduction To Wilbert Harrison

Didn't I>> The Delphonics>> WIBG 99

I Am Mister Big Stuff>> Jimmy Hicks

Me Myself And I>> De La Soul>> 3 Feet High And Rising

9 Lashes (When Michael Smacks Lucifer)>> Vast Aire>> Look Mom...No Hands

Touched by the Hand of God>> New Order>> Salvation Original Sdtk

Y.T.T.E. (Yield to Total Elation)>> Matmos>> The Civil War

My Week Beats Your Year>> Telefon Tel Aviv

U Don't Know Me>> Armand Van Helden

Bunk Trunk Skunk>> Be Your Own Pet>> Be Your Own Pet

Time of the Season (Zombies cover)>> Snowden

JUSTIFICATION of Tracklist:

So this mix came out of the attempt to put together a series of songs having to do with revelations, prophets, etc. But as a ran through some CDs, I also started thinking about the monumental narcissism of proclaiming myself as the Second (although Secular) Coming.
I have no problem with my monumental narcissism; it's just something I noticed.
So out of that mix (coming later) came this series of songs, which combines my posturing and my awesome nature.

The Stone Roses are British, and British rock bands often have God-complexes. Remember Oasis, and how they claimed to be as big as the Beatles? And remember how the Beatles said they were bigger than Jesus?



My Divinity has been geometrically demonstrated, according to Spinoza's mos gemetricos. Turns out the damn thing's a Pentagon! Who'd've thunk it?

There's nothing more than this [this=me].

And even if there IS something more than me, it ain't here yet, is it? So you'll have to wait, then, until the real thing comes along.

With that clear, irrefutable reasoning just then- didn't it just blow your mind?

Either that, or it only makes sense to me. Maybe I'm a little 'touched'...
TOUCHED BY THE HAND OF GOD more like it! (!zing!)

Plus, I went to RUBA this weekend -Before Sunday!- then back to mine. Proof positive that "My Week Beats Your Year".

And if I'm not JC Jr., then certainly Armand Van Helden is. That guy... I mean that guy, he invented speed garage, made guitars work in house music (mixed blessings, that), etc. He made a Tori Amos song cool- if that's not magical power, then what is?

We'll just close out this justification with some lyrics from the final song by the Zombies



(but our version is a cover by Atlanta's Snowden):

"What's your name?
Who's your daddy?
Is he rich like me?

Has he taken
Any time
To show you what you need to live?
Tell it to me slowly
Tell you what?
I really want to know..."


Wait, wasn't Jesus a Zombie too?


T H E C I R C L E I S C L O S E D

6.15.2008

M83 Saturdays=Youth

M83 is a band that explodes out of the following primordial brew:

France and America (the place, for the former - the feeling of, for the latter);
My Bloody Valentine;
Slasher Flicks;
Weed;
11:00 PM - 5:00 AM;
Cars which are being Driven;
Drum Machines Over live drummers, Every Time;
(This is general:) High School and Its Attendant Feelings.
Cynical Sensualist Romanticism (the heart knows no lies)("they are in love with romance, and illusions")(:This is specific).




(curtain)

CAST----


You, Appearing

Kim and Jessie

Couleurs

Car Chase Terror! (from "Before the Dawn Heals Us")







The other M83 albums end up being very very good for driving. Driving with your jaw set and eyes narrowed. There is an edge or tension or 'drama' to those songs, and one which cycles around. When driving late at night on a empty stretch of interstate highway (I-5), you need something that keeps you looking out out far into the darkness, which approaches just as it recedes, and so looks the same now as it did five minutes ago... you have to be on edge as not to be caught sleeping, or looking too close to where your car actually is, but rather looking out, covering with your eyes the whole road on which you are driving. Other M83 albums are perfect for that driving.

"Saturdays=Youth" is better for a different kind of driving.
driving, still, but driving through a light rain, through mist.
but to a party, no: a gathering, NO: a 'get-together', a small party where you will know, and like, everyone.
there will be records, actual records played. not 45s, but full albums.
whoever is sitting nearest the record when it stops puts on another one. candles, but they weren't lit specially for the party.
there won't be snacks out or anything, but you could make yourself something in the kitchen upstairs if you wanted.
nobody is drinking- we're in high school (it's not that kind of get-together)- we're not like those football players who drink cans till they fall over in a parking lot.
we might end up watching a movie at some point, a movie that most of us will have seen before. the Wild One, or Pretty in Pink, or Nightmare on Elm Street but more probably Texas Chainsaw Massacre, Japanese movies, including but not limited to anime (but your friends call it Manga), or something in black and white ("M" by Fritz Lang would work), or The Breakfast Club, Beetlejuice or the first Batman, or The Crow, maybe even Fast Times At Ridgemont High.
some of these kids at the party have just dropped out of high school. some others won't go to college, even though they could if they wanted.
the get-together is in a basement, but a finished one: carpeted, everywhere. that's why everyone can spend the night.
we just fall asleep when we get tired, about when the second movie we put on is almost over.

It's okay- you've seen this one before.






This album is more human than the others. It has too be- it revolves around (allegedly was ''inspired by''), and produces a sense of, 80's movies- the 80's were the "ME decade", right, so there has to be a Me, or a You that me sees: movies show people.
Sometimes they even show TWO PEOPLE: these are called 'Couples', and they come in a two types: in L- O- V- E, or, Broken Up. One can turn into the other, potentially any number of times, especially in movies (remember WE ARE STILL TALKING ABOUT MOVIES and M83). However, in M83, Couples, when they exist, are always IN L- O- V- E).
As we can witness in Kim and Jessie.mp3. Although, really, Kim and Jessie are just friends. But they do love each other.
SO, beacuse of 80's/(and) movies this album has more voices, and an instrument made of wood, not plastic: The Piano!
The keys more typical of M83 are still here- see Coleurs- but they get plus-piano'ed. The keys/synths M83 usually uses are like an acid-bath wash of synths. Less notes and more chords, with little or no gaps between chords, instead of plunked out, single piano keystrokes.
Right on the very first track, we have this new use of keys clearly presented:
You, Appearing.mp3
On "Saturdays=Youth, we get more pianos, and pianos sound pretty, in the way that crystal is pretty- it could break, it can break hearts. Organs or keyboards have that 'shake' and that vibrato to their notes - think of a Hammond- so keyboards usually sound more tense. This album is about movies where she (read:you) get dumped for someone more popular etc, not slasher flicks like the earlier albums. Slasher=tension=shaking sustained sounds=Keyboards: SIMPLE MATHS. Here, with pianos, and even more so since M83 is in the vein of the 80's, we get The Cure, we get the Cocteau Twins, we get ethereal, pretty, already doomed. As Graveyard Girl says on this record,
"I'm fifteen years old, And I already feel it's too late to live.
Don't you?"




Pianos have actual strings, which slowly stop vibrating, the sounds they make literally decay. The first song, as well as the last, have piano. I mean, it's highly likely that it is still a keyboard, just playing on the 'piano' setting. And there are vocals on almost every song, which is the reversal of the normal M83 ratio (mostly no lyrics, some movie-style voice overs, like on THIS older song: Car Chase Terror!.mp3).


My favorite song off this album is Couleurs.mp3- it is tres Depeche Mode. Which means 'fast fashion', correct? Which is now what they call H&M, Forever 21 (which now has guys' clothes GET PSYCHED), Canal Street, etc. So, much like all the stuff we like from the Eighties, it feels perpetually fresh and new, and reminds us of our adolescence too. Something like what M83 must have aimed for on Saturdays=Youth.


M83 has always been like movies; this time it is just explicit. Because it's movies, the last song, it HAS to be so long (over 11 minutes): It's the credits. That time in which you can re-think what you just saw and heard, what you just went through. Other albums of theirs have calm lulls like this, but between songs. Like a movie then, too: you can't have ALL!GO, ALL!THE TIME. M83 gives you the real real intense scenes, but in order that you can handle them, you need rest. At least a contrast: so the lulls (ambient wash, a tone that drones, a soft and soothing loop lain on a loop that soothes softly)inserted between the most bombastic songs. But this CD is not like songs in movies (that would be the previous M83 stuff), but is itself a soundtrack, or better, a movie itself. So, like a movie, it ends with credits.
So, now, finally, you can rest your tired eyes, or, maybe just use the bathroom.

FIN

CREDITS
(in order of appearance)

You, Appearing

Kim and Jessie

Couleurs

Car Chase Terror! (from "Before the Dawn Heals Us")