So viral, the commenters can't think of any hate. Blending Weezy's lil' vocal secret with real news broadcasts, the latest flavour of the moment is packed with both hilarity and info you can use. T-Pain, don't bother showing up at work.
Showing posts with label stuff we like. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff we like. Show all posts
Friday, April 24, 2009
Monday, April 20, 2009
Christopher
Youtube Curation: The Magical, Mystical World of Parker Mah
(He may or may not be the boy in that picture...)
We have a guest Youtube Curation post today, and it is a goodie. Brought to you by a good friend of the blog, if you find yourself with any of that tiresome time on your hands, I encourage you to check out the following selections. You won't be disappointed. Each one is a little cultural gem worthy of it's own space launch. Voyager be damned.
Enjoy.
I have been following your youtube video curation with interest. While it is an amazing cultural phenomenon, I'm not sure it's ready to go the way of the museum yet. In 50 years, are these pixelated, ADDisordered videos really going to stand as a historically relevant encapsulation of human civilization in the 21st century? Is this shit gonna go out on the next voyager spacecraft? Are we going to be committing the planetary equivalent of posting drunken, tutu-wearing, lightsaber-wielding facebook pictures by beaming this stuff out wirelessly, accessible to any passing meteorite...? But I digress. I would like to propose two series of youtube videos:
one, in the category of 'too much time on your hands...'
The Mother of All Funk Chords
Extreme Sheep LED Art
Lego Stop Motion Grease
Watching these videos, the overwhelming question that comes to mind is, 'Why? Why, in the name of all that is good and lowly...'
The second series has to do with the thing I most like to see on youtube which is: people dancing. Here are some choice selections:
Jika Majika
James Brown Gives you Dancing Lessons
Polysics - I My Me Mine (Strong Machine 2 Version)
Original UpRock!
I doubly encourage you to check out Parker's photography at I Spy With My Third Eye.
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Wednesday, March 18, 2009
Jedd
Current obsessions: The best of all possible Flumes
How embarrassing, it was, to find about about Bon Iver in the spring of 2008, when in fact the record had been available for swooning over since the previous October. Both embarrassing in the sense of non-currency--the obtuse looking-over of a modern chestnut of an album in the internet age (where was my Twitter feed?!)--but moreso unfortunate that I had missed the debut of a categorical winter album during its flagship season.
I suppose you're technically allowed to play For Emma during non-winter seasons. You can also mull some summertime spicy-hot wine, or toss a handful of ice into a lager in a country other than Thailand if you really want to (actually, ice in light beer really is a good idea, but it has got to be stinking hot outside). But no, if people still shopped at A&B et al, I would like to think that Bon Iver's LP would have a sticker advising best results if played indoors in the proximity of at least one sizable window displaying a grey landscape, with an outside temperature absolutely no warmer than 3 degrees. That is, after all, how the album was made.
So there's a silver lining to being back in wonder winterland before the crocuses start getting drunk and making out: I'm still within the sweet spot for Contemplation With Winter Albums (did I mention I've been without music for months?). I had the opportunity to introduce the album for a great friend during some less-than-great times (come to think of it, it was during the summer, but the mood was not warm), and the choice of music turned out to be the right sort of medicine for us both. "That's fucking perfect," said my friend, and I believe not long thereafter he caught Bon Iver live, and quite recently bought the discography, such as it is (keep locking yourself in cabins and dishing records out, Justin Verner!).
In a time where album openers have perhaps lost a great deal of their relevancy, Flume is nonetheless a captivating start to what is to follow. And I would suggest that, unlike other vocal-sandwich-production lovers such as Beirut (who are fantastic live, but one does really hope against all odds for a group of wailing Zach Condon clones backing onstage), it sounds even better without multiple vocals stacked aloft. I guess I've come to expect that debut records with heavily cooked vocals (thanks Garageband!) probably have employed the cooking strategically, ie. the raw vox just aren't that good. However this is far from always the case. Cf Bon Iver at the beginning of this live take of Flume at MOKB/WEEM in Pendleton, Indiana--the best version I've heard.
"Flume (live in the MOKB/WEEM studio 4/4/08)"
Bon Iver
I suppose you're technically allowed to play For Emma during non-winter seasons. You can also mull some summertime spicy-hot wine, or toss a handful of ice into a lager in a country other than Thailand if you really want to (actually, ice in light beer really is a good idea, but it has got to be stinking hot outside). But no, if people still shopped at A&B et al, I would like to think that Bon Iver's LP would have a sticker advising best results if played indoors in the proximity of at least one sizable window displaying a grey landscape, with an outside temperature absolutely no warmer than 3 degrees. That is, after all, how the album was made.
So there's a silver lining to being back in wonder winterland before the crocuses start getting drunk and making out: I'm still within the sweet spot for Contemplation With Winter Albums (did I mention I've been without music for months?). I had the opportunity to introduce the album for a great friend during some less-than-great times (come to think of it, it was during the summer, but the mood was not warm), and the choice of music turned out to be the right sort of medicine for us both. "That's fucking perfect," said my friend, and I believe not long thereafter he caught Bon Iver live, and quite recently bought the discography, such as it is (keep locking yourself in cabins and dishing records out, Justin Verner!).
In a time where album openers have perhaps lost a great deal of their relevancy, Flume is nonetheless a captivating start to what is to follow. And I would suggest that, unlike other vocal-sandwich-production lovers such as Beirut (who are fantastic live, but one does really hope against all odds for a group of wailing Zach Condon clones backing onstage), it sounds even better without multiple vocals stacked aloft. I guess I've come to expect that debut records with heavily cooked vocals (thanks Garageband!) probably have employed the cooking strategically, ie. the raw vox just aren't that good. However this is far from always the case. Cf Bon Iver at the beginning of this live take of Flume at MOKB/WEEM in Pendleton, Indiana--the best version I've heard.
"Flume (live in the MOKB/WEEM studio 4/4/08)"
Bon Iver
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
Christopher
Virtues and Vices: Welcome to Dhaka
It’s a healthy admixture of envy and admiration that fills the soul, when one realizes that a friend has taken their artistic endeavours to a new level. A close personal friend of your friendly neighbourhood bloggers has done just that. With an aesthete’s eye that threatens to idealize the thrashing, terrene throngs of humanity, Parker Mah has taken the sewers, slums, and smog of Old Dhaka and made them breathtaking.
Here’s the link.
Before I get too precious or laudatory, I’ll let the pictures do the rest of the talking.
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