The slickness.
Anyone else recognizing the groove?
Connections, huh?
Category: music
Watch “Roxy Music Mother Of Pearl (HQ)” on YouTube
“Very holy grail”
Watch “David Bowie Bring Me The Disco King feat Maynard James Keenan” on YouTube
Ah hell, never a dull moment.
This piques my interest for personal reasons.
23rd album. Reality. Read Bowie’s quote about the title, yeah?
In a previous post, I link to a delightful interview with Nile Rodgers who discusses Bowie asking to see the disco king.
Thê song sounds very new to my ears.
Time capsule it. Play it on a rainy night for your kids when they are teenagers.
Hmmm.
Maybe their kids when they are teenagers.
Time makes white look white, until compared to brighter white.
Provenance?
:Has Ended by Thom Yorke:
Has Ended by Thom Yorke mazon Music
https://music.amazon.com/albums/B07GZ9L24S?trackAsin=B07GZ9GSLC&ref=dm_sh_O8MIfrQqbeo0ltNOG2yEHOv6j
Give it a listen at 2x playback. It sounds equally good, I’d wager, at any number of playback speeds, not hard to convince our ear drums.
it is still music. It does not turn to noise.
it falls from fashion, critical regard.
But even terrible songs are songs. If they were not, you would not have termed the noise music.
The wholly original, genius of Sun Ra put it best: we work on the otherside of time
Space is the Place is what’s up.
Poussières d’étoiles
Dwans their lumin
It is what is though. Like everything and all.
Eclipses
Phases
Vectors
Sea Changes
Middle C
Belle Curves
When stars fell on alabama,
There was no moonlight slow dance
They thought the The End was
Nigh
Night
Knight
But is you can talk about The End in the past tense.
At least you are
A Knecht a’kneeled Before Flame
He saw how Joseph was annealed by the fire…[and] felt the ordeal more than Joseph. P241
Sounded overwrought to me. Then I bothered (sic. concerned) myself with actually looking up
/annealed/
I was being educated on several levels. I first read the sentence such that I thought I knew more than I did. I imagined /annealed/ to be some form of a bow or a kneeling position, a kiss the ring, smell the glove. A posture taken when the situation demands you take yourself seriously. If you can imagine such a thing! Or that you undertake to do something trivial quite meticulously. For the sake of the process itself. By your choice. You take part with and in. Or, when ritual, tradition, culture, bestows us a transcendental catharsis by allowing us to take very specific actions with others undertaking them alongside, as well. A hymn sung by a choir. Suddenly, lighting a candle is holy. Yet, lighters and matches abound. Fire is easy to come by but it was not always so.
Blind spot.
Shocking how much meaning we can contain. There are so many pearls that some readers start arguing over the appraising of an irregular pearl. It is all about finding, examining, analyzing, and drawing conclusions about the relative value. Waiting to find that big money shot pearl. A yup.
“awe, more valuable. made of pearl but unique, collectors edition. Gesture, essence. and articulation.”
“Worthless. It’s shape isn’t paradigmatic of the standard pearl. Misinformed. Monstrous, devalues the other pearls to even be in the same bowl with them.”
Who let the pigs out? Who? Hoo hoo?
Too much monkey business for me. We as a species have moved on. Or did I miss the train and am now out of joint?
The Glass Bead Game: Magister Ludi. 1990. First Owl Books Edition. $18.00 USD/$24.95 Canada. That seems really inexpensive as I think back on it now. At five hundred and fifty eight total pages, it is a trek but no death march. As with any trek, though there will be days. But, then there will really be days! Am I right, a hyuck, hyuck.
The length is not the deterrent. The printing of the book intimidates. At least my copy. That is why I bought it. It looked too heavy for a book that size. A thing that is larger than physics allows but your eyes empirically cannot deny. Your brain’s rational processors will fill in the reasons that ‘you can’t trust your eyes.’
A phone booth and doctor.
A House of Leaves.
A ship ever at sail on a foreign sea, the life of the house mouse lost.
S/he loses their position in the home.
You lose something you did not know could go missing. The notion of home? An ending spoiled. Don’t let the little ones hear. Something you cannot unlearn but surely there is room for doubt and maneuver. Doubt suffers where there is little room
Something you took for granted. Because there is so much to see and so many things vying for the pleasure of your (everone’s) attention at all times. We cannot process the amount of information we physically can conceive us. We get by and brains fill in the blanks. The way you discover your new car’s blind spot.
《《 》》
Crash. Ah, hell.
《《 》》
But what was to be done? Can you judge yourself for not knowing that your vehicle is afflicted with a blind spot? Sure, but where that at? If you want me I’ll be in the bar. Speculating on some dreamy nonsense. The thing you did not see in your rearview & side mirrors (electric-adjustable, I’d wager) as you merged lanes, was, by dint of optical physics, unseeable. You cannot adjust for and account for such a variable.
The publishers did not eff around. There is a deliberate concern for both style and balance in the margin setting and lettering layout. There is room to scrawl. If you are into that sort of thing. I am! The luxury of the thick white broadband’s conjunction into right angles about the four verticies gains further dimensionality by its opposing page.
The reflecting pool in the palm. Narcissus finally went mobile. Each page appears with its predecessor and/or successor in symmetry. Consider the leaf of the sheet itself. Two page numbers and each bearing letter matricies yet on but one page. One page in the book holds two pages. Think about that. There ain’t ya’ll entertained? If that is not magic, then ya’ll doin’ it wrong. I see gods contained and present amongst the multiform streams. IHS Bacchus first. Then as Janus. Holding us in the present, pressed fast between the past and the future tense. So the text on each side of the page gives rise to leaf between your fingers as you turn the page.
Let us say, maybe, five hundred and forty pages are geometrically identical in dimension, same squares, same squares. Matrix array with its vectors contained in those critical margins. Two koi ponds reflected about the same axis of symmetry. Simpatico. The more you read, the more the very confined area with unnecessarily tiny pt. font, single spaced. Tight, trim, orderly. And you are drawn in and held fixed in that little space. Rapt. Enraptured.
And then the ratio expands. The page does not seem so small.
The biggest hinderance to the book’s popularity in America was a poor original cipher of the German language. But translating the lyrical prose of Hesse is probably like trying to translate a Japanese character into ‘the English word for it.’ You can pull it off but the English Equivalence is questionable. Americans are poorly positioned to be strong readers of such heavy, often erudite, ultimately, ironic tomes. We do not get the geographical exposure to other cultures.
Hell, we didn’t get the joke.
It fell for it too! The joke of being so dreadfully stoic that the reader would not dare think you were givin’ a ribbin.’ This is a book; An effing long one; I found all these pearls. I’m rich. Made-man. This is a book of power not jokes for blokes.
Sigh. Now, your cracking me up.
The good news is, if you do ever get the joke, it makes you smile and laugh out loud. Then shake your head. Hold on.
Although, states are arguably the same as little countries.
Loud Speakers: Watch Colors & Read Sound! “Beck – Colors” on YouTube
No rights owned. Paying homage.
All the colors.
Beck writes such innocuously infectious pop jams.
What is pop music, anyway?
Genres, huh?
Heard thru headphones Aka cans (big earmuff-lookin’ ones. Obviously.), this song is and is not the same song when it is heard through speakers.
Trying to learn about sound and light these days.
Speakers. My parents had two floor standing ones that were about three feet tall.
They made sound. Headphones make sounds. My portable CD player/Cassette Tape Player (deck?)/Radio made sounds. I also took an entire battalion of d batteries if you wanted to “go mobile.”
“A boombox, in its most basic form, is composed of two or more loudspeakers, an amplifier, a radio tuner, and a cassette and/or CD player component, all housed in a single plastic or metal case with a handle for portability. Most units can be powered by AC or DC cables in addition to batteries.”
Wikipedia (per my March 01, 2019 visit) this page was last edited on 24 February 2019, at 20:24 (UTC).
Citations, huh
Hey, how they do that?
How headphones work = How speakers work = x
x = using magnetism to turn electrical energy into sound.
Speakers = loudspeakers = electric sound-making machines.
Loudspeakers attach to tiny, earbud headphones (cased inside ear muffs or earbud headphones) and make sound we hear.
Loudspeakers play back.
Loudspeakers turn electricity into sound.
Polar plots of a four-driver industrial columnar public address loudspeaker taken at six frequencies. Note how the pattern is nearly omnidirectional at low frequencies, converging to a wide fan-shaped pattern at 1 kHz, then separating into lobes and getting weaker at higher frequencies[50] (Wikipedia)
Stellar site! www.linkwitzlab
Testing a stereo system for accuracy
A sequence of tests is presented below that should reveal to what degree a given stereo system achieves the potential that is inherent in the 2-loudspeaker reproduction format. (See also the more recent Accuracy, spatial distortion and plausibility of the auditory scene article)
A – Pink Noise
Pink noise is a random process with a power spectrum that decreases at a 10 dB/decade or 3 dB/octave rate with increasing frequency. When measured with a 1/3rd octave analyzer, or constant Q filter bank, it has a flat frequency response. Since the critical bandwidth in hearing is approximately 1/3rd octave wide, pink noise tends to give an equal representation of all frequencies in the audio spectrum, from lows to highs. Thus it would seem to be a good auditory test signal, except that we do not have a reference for what it should sound like in an absolute sense. This limits the usefulness of pink noise to comparison tests of A versus B. Pink noise can reveal small physical differences between two sound sources, but it can be difficult to find the cause for those differences or to predict their consequences. Pink noise can drive you nuts, so be careful. Still, pink noise will point to flaws and errors in a sound system.
The tests use various 5 second combinations of L and R streams of uncorrelated pink noise. What I call Stereo here is actually fuzzy stereo and has no solid image, but is spatial like a cloud. In Mono the left and right tracks are identical. Left or Right means that there is sound only in one or the other track.
Download and save pink-alternating3.wav (12 MB). Then burn the file to a CD-R for convenient access and repetition of the 1 minute sound file.
| 1 | Stereo = L & R | 8 | Mono | |
| 2 | Left = L (R = 0) | 9 | Stereo | |
| 3 | Right = R (L = 0) | 10 | Left | |
| 4 | Mono = L = R | 11 | Right | |
| 5 | Stereo | 12 | Mono | |
| 6 | Mono | 13 | 3 Bursts, 10 cycles @ 3 kHz, -3 dB FS | |
| 7 | Stereo | 14 | 3 Bursts, 10 cycles @ 300 Hz, -3 dB FS |
Read Joni Mitchell – Hejira – lyrics
http://jonimitchell.com/music/song.cfm?id=234
What a web/site.
What an artist.
A genius.
She reads better than she sings
And she already sings like pure.
Talk about workin’ it!
Watch “Black Pistol Fire – Oh Well / Where You Been Before (Live on KEXP)” on YouTube
¿Whatz thiz?
Itz whatz effin’ up & itz rock n’ roll! Howl yes, it is.
A tasty jam for your toast
Show them some love https://blackpistolfire.com
Buy their new album already*.
It’s called Deadbeat Graffiti.
*even if you don’t spend money, they’ll let ya stream their 2016 set at the Governor’s Ball.°
°you ain’t heard of The Govenor’s Ball before? So? Not surprised. It’s a pretty nifty affair.
Giggle.
It’s kinda like The Secret Policeman’s Ball^
^ Psyche- The Secret Policeman’s Ball▪ wishes it was The Govenor’s Ball. Eat your hearts out!
▪ [intertexuality steganography: here’s a personal rant. Giggle.]
#cut-it-out-Alabama
It really is a strange place. I got out of town & moved across country.
Timecapsule:
As long as it is not the Luv Gov.
What happens in Alabama and in Dirty South politics
The heroes keeping the the contentious citizen apprised and amused. Thank you al.com.
Words for free and transparency.
Watch “Kevin Morby – Dorothy (Official Video)” on YouTube
Eddy out.
Watch “Beck – Wow” on YouTube
Giddy up.
All the rules that you choose to use to get loose.
With the luminous moose.
It’s like right now,
Oh wow!
It’s so pine fresh.
It’s like…..giddy up.
I’m standing on your lawn doing jiu jitsu
Girl in the bikini with the Lamborghini shih tzu.
WOW! WHAT A BEAUTIFUL DAY!
Watch “Wagner – Parsifal Opera (recording of the Century : Hans Knappertsbusch 1951)” on YouTube
Watch “Thom Yorke – Has Ended” on YouTube
Watch “Tears For Fears – Shout (Official Video)” on YouTube
1980’s music review continued:
It becomes apparent my heart has quite a soft spot for Tears for Fears.
According to Pop-up Video (VH1 circa 1990’s) this song relates to the idea of scream therapy. Yes, it is exactly what it sounds like.
Further, we the audience, receive bass and guitar solos.
An effing innocuously delicate percussive intro.
He tells us he is talking to us.
To you.
Can you list the things you could “do without?”
“In violent times, you shouldn’t have to sell your soul.
In black and white, they really, really ought to know,
Those one track minds.
They gave you life and in return you gave them hell.
I hope we live to tell the tale.”
/ Insert surprisingly painless synth jam. It grooves proper for pop /
Decent sax?!
If I could change your mind, I’d really love to break your heart.
An almost seven minute radio release?
Yes, please.
Thank you, kindly.
Much, obliged.
Watch “The Folk Implosion – Insinuation ( Album Version )” on YouTube
A slick little number from a favorite of my mine.
I sat awake all night listening to this album at age 17.
Working my tail off to prepare Girl State campaign propaganda. It is a rather eerie patriotic program. Two gals picked from each public and private school in the state.
To this day, I do not know how I was selected. A bit clandestine. I returned from my lunch period (the effing latest one of all— major drag) to find a printed invitation on my desk. I’d ask the Randall family: publishing impresarios. Highest of royalty that I have ever met in the South.
Underdog was my theme. My goal: Sanitation Engineer (garbage pick up, yo).
Hotly uncontested. Responsibilities included: making sure the dorm rooms, where us Girl’s State occupants stayed, received regular trash pick up.
That’s right. I didn’t even pick up. A paid grown up did. So, I spent the days unencumbered. Bored until night fall. A swarm of white moths would descend upon the light outside my window. Dizzying numbers. Vertigo.
My 17 year old self did not micromanage the paid adult. I did put a big black garbage bag, sloppy outside the door of my and dorm mate’s (she was not impressed) suite.
It has a formal sign next to it, bearing Underdog’s image.
It read:
1. Please do not remove; this is not trash.
2. Please file complaints about your garbage service on paper and put in trash bag.
it gained me friends and foes.
we ended up overthrowing the elections through a write-in campaign,
instead of voting for the winners of the primaries, like good gals.
the most qualified candidate for a top position did not make it thru the primaries.
so, we waged a covert campaign. messages were passed through the obnoxious, yet seemingly innocuous garbage bag.
one must not underestimate the aversion most southern ladies experience when it comes to the idea of poking about in a trash bag. even if they knew it is clean. this was a big, industrial bag. you had to shove your head and arms into it to get the paper notes. it sat loose on the ground. no supportive structures to help hold it up while you lean in.
underdogs and insinuations. make change happen.
giggle
Watch “Marvin Gaye – Inner City Blues (Make Me Wanna Holler)” on YouTube
Top ten daydream involves being able to sing this well.
Hot damn.
What a man.
This song in particular. The harmonies, the percussive vocals.
Such a gorgeous song for such a serious subject matter.
Absolutely includes Gaye giving a scream to rival any rocker.
Watch “This Night” on YouTube
Watch “Jump Little Children – Say Goodnight” on YouTube
A lullaby
Watch “INXS – Never Tear Us Apart” on YouTube
A recent conversation left me reexamining my mental (re)collection of the 1980’s music scene. I came from an acoustic, Martin, early 1960’s to gritty 1970’s household, ya see.
Now, I was a young `un during the `80s, not even alive for the full decade. I write from sloppy memory & unresearched timelines.
To wit. viz. My first memories of favorite songs (years before-gasp-receiving my first cd/tape player boombox) include:
1. Phil Collins (solo, post Genesis); Groovy Kind of Love
2. The Beach Boys (see Surf’s Up not Pet Sounds. Giggle); Kokomo
3. Don Henley (solo, stag de La Eagles); All She Wants to do is Dance
My radio cassette player allowed me to record radio to cassette tape. I took great advantage of such a Tape OP.
The draped-on drum production kinda kills me.
Insta-musical carbon dating.
Not necessarily standing the test of time.
Remaining revolutionary.
But hindsight blahblahblah.
I know I’ll take Tears for Fears, INXS, and George Michael (see also The New Radicals 1990’s) most days.
But I thought real hard about what song with which to start a Pressed review.
The 1980’s have some spectacular introductory pieces (ala Fleetwood Mac’s The Chain).
Songs that mesmerize you before they truly begin.
Donnie Darko previously re-popularized Tears for Fears Head Over Heels. Same band, Sowing the Seeds of Love continued a pop sentiment that trickled down to Oasis, Space Hog. REM.
But, as far as knock out 1980’s intros that I can immediately recall, I had to land here with INXS. Vaguely Antish?
P.s. an exemplar par excellence of the use of a 1980’s sax. Too often wrecking a track.
.
Another Antick (Funk & Wagners)
Definition in musical notation.
Too lovely.
Watch “No Quarter – Led Zeppelin HD (with lyrics)” on YouTube
Let’s get heavy.
Sort of Stairway’s secret sister song.
Shivers.
Appropriate. It snowed five inches yesterday.
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