Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Bowel Movement #1: Affetuoso

Without commenting on the prospect of becoming a screenshot whore, I wish to share another. Often at around 6 a.m. when I get up, I like to check my site statistics from the day so far to see what people search for in the wee hours. Today, I was thrilled to find an idea for a new invention that's bound to make me a gabillionaire.

Site Stats -- And a Fabulous Idea

Imagine a bidet that plays Rachmaninov and other musical masterworks! Classical music when you're at your least classy! Hum along to Mozart and Beethoven as you enjoy a cool, refreshing spray from below! It's even better than my toothbrush that plays the song from Napoleon Dynamite.

I'm going to contact the Brondell Swash people. Soon I'll be rich. See you on the other side!

KT Tunstall @ Highline Ballroom

Last night I schlepped my ass over to the Highline Ballroom again for the KT Tunstall concert. You will kindly recall that I went there about a month ago for a Pipettes concert. It's a nice space. Clean, friendly, well-ventilated, neat balcony area, overpriced bar, fun colored lights. As far as New York performance spaces go, this is one of them.

As far as KT goes, well... First of all, she was late. An hour late, a whole hour! And the Ballroom was playing some pretty shitty music while we stood there. Luckily, the boy to my right was super cute and all alone, so I mostly passed the time daydreaming about inviting him over to stand with me. I'm not sure who's fault it was that everything was behind, but considering some guy was still screwing around with microphones and guitars 40 minutes after the show was supposed to have started, I'm going to assume it was somebody's.

Then KT got on stage, sang some songs, left, came back, sang some more songs, and left again.

And that's really all there is to say. It was a solid set. The songs from her upcoming album are entertaining and kind of taking her in a new direction. One of them even made me want more beer.... y'know, instead of a nonfat latte. So that's on the list. The first single from the album is the best one, but I can't remember what it's called. Oh, and she had a thousand more musicians behind her than I expected. A SEXY guitarist, a drummer, a keyboard/trumpet/garbage-lid guy, two girl backup singers I wouldn't have noticed if they weren't introduced, and a bass/cello guy. I was nervous she would sound... I dunno... overdone... but it worked!

The concert felt short, probably because there was no opening act. I was also in a sort of zone and just went with it. Anyway, I was pleased. There's my million-dollar review.

Now, a note about taking pictures at concerts and how impossible it is: It's impossible! Well, for me. I have a regular person cheap camera, no photographer skillz, no idea what the camera functions do, and a serious aversion to using a flash because it a) flattens images and makes them all fake and b) negates all the cool colored stage lights. So I was a little bit back from the stage playing with settings, zooming in, and doing my best. I took 116 pictures. I was able to salvage 25 of them in Photoshop, and they're still all blurry and grainy, but some of them have bright colors, so I'm fine with it. I guess. Here's a selection. You decide:

KT Tunstall Concert 5KT Tunstall 3KT Tunstall 2Hot Guitarist 2KT Tunstall Concert 1

If you want to see the rest, here's the link to the set. The thumbnails make them look awesome, it's the actual-sized versions that have problems. I bet with a better camera and maybe a class I'd be a fab photographer. Anyone got $1,000?

Hey, I wonder if that guy I linked to last time when he reviewed the Pipettes concert was at this one....checking.... He was! Ok, read his review at Music Snobbery too because he knows actual things about music and though some of his pictures may SEEM the same as mine, they have actual quality in them. Oh, and based on the angle of these shots and recognizing him from the Pipettes concert (it's easy to tell because he has a nice camera), I totally know who this guy is and he doesn't know me. I feel like a perv.

At last.fm

Often the first, but this time the last to heft my increasingly large ass onto an Internet bandwagon, I'm now going to talk about my experience with last.fm, which I joined Sunday afternoon, so by now I'm a total expert.

Basically, what the site does is spy on you listening to music on your computer, right, and it keeps track of what you listen to if your metadata doesn't suck (more on that later.) You can also hook up with friends, join groups, tag stuff (a website's not a website without social tagging these days, it's the new anorexic), and eventually get recommendations based on your music habits. Not preferences, habits.

I say that because if you listen to a song all the way through, it assumes you like it no more or less than any other song you listen to all the way through. There's no rating system except for if you listen to something over and over again like a crazy person with no desire for variation.

The website's clunky and slow and horribly-designed, and I find myself very often subjected to things I hate on my recommendations station. This may be because I listened to the wrong sorts of stuff at the beginning, but the thing plays some real shit. Luckily, you can skip tracks and ban songs, but you cannot ban artists and try as I might, last.fm, I promise I'm not going to starting liking Nelly Furtado or Michelle Branch, those bitches make my blood boil and just because I like ONE SONG by The Wreckers does not mean you have to shove her gross whining into my ears every three minutes.

On the plus side, I've heard more obscure, crazy Japanese music than I have in my entire life up until now because I joined the shibuya-kei group. I've also filled up a little post-it of things to check out, and after work today, I'm going to Virgin to buy some music by Messer für Frau Müller and Plus-Tech Squeeze Box because now I'm in love.

I also spent a good portion of my work morning listening to the personal station of this guy in Finland, and it's pretty much the only place besides my living room where you can hear Christina Aguilera, Diana Krall, Winona Judd, and Judy Garland in succession without touching any dial. He's also kinda cute, so I messaged him and told him I liked his music and now he's my Finland boyfriend even though he hasn't written back yet.

Anyway the main reason the site is frustrating is because nobody in the world can take care of their music collection. Everyone's ID3 tags suck, so things don't really get cataloged right. This is especially hard with Japanese things, but ESPECIALLY with classical music, which I won't even get into here because I don't get into it on last.fm because it would be a crock. (I studied this shit, I'm a music librarian, after all. I have papers written on the uselessness of ID3 tags and the databases that supply them.)

Also, a chronic problem with social tagging is that people are idiots, and the way this manifests on last.fm is like if I say "Play me music with the tag 'upbeat' plz" the thing starts playing these dirges and emo anthems and whiny singer-songwriters, and I'm like "BITCHES, if an artist does not play exclusively peppy music, do not tag them as such unless you're all depressives who consider anything over 65 bpm to be upbeat."

To conclude, no matter how sucky the website is, it's still real fun to play around with and a fun way to learn new things so everyone join and be my friend. At the very least, go to my little playlist that I made to give people an idea of my musical tastes. You can't pick what song you want because it's illegal, so you're just going to have to set aside 45 minutes to listen to the 15 tracks. You'll notice I don't like slow songs or music that's about feelings unless it's by a woman with a silky, jazzy voice.

Dylan Hears a Who

Ok, we're going to excuse the fact that his voice drives me to serious homicide because you have to check this out: Dylan Hears a Who.

Bob Dylan sings Dr. Seuss books. Like, the entire things, some of them are long tracks. Anyway, it's entertaining enough even if the repetitiveness is annoying. Does anyone know if any other musicians have sung Dr. Seuss?

2-SECONDS LATER UPDATE: Ok on second thought, this music is driving me nuts. I don't know anything about Bob Dylan. Does he always sound like this?

Buy now pay later

A terrible combination of events has taken place.

The first was Sunday when I purchased my first album on iTunes. I was about to read Fray, this vampire slayer story, and I decided that I NEEDED RIGHT NOW to have the Philip Glass Dracula soundtrack. I had a gift card. So there you have it. I registered and downloaded it. (I love it, I've already listened to it four times while stalking about my apartment in a cape. Bleh!)

Anyway, that's obviously not terrible in itself, but you'll realize the situation I am in when I tell you that I am home sick from work today (which sucks, yes, but that's not the point). I'm home sick, so I have nothing to do but sit on iTunes and download stuff! Jesus.

So the gift card is long gone. I keep finding these single songs that I want and thinking "Oh, what the hell, I'll just buy the whole album!" So now the national debt seems small to me and I don't forsee myself stopping.

The limiting reagent I have added to the mix is the decision I made to only look up stuff I haven't been able to find at stores. Unfortunately, everything reminds me of something else I've wanted for a long time.

The end. The moral of the story is being educated in music is a terrible thing and we should all spend less money on culture.

For those of you who care, I bought 2 Mactalla Mor albums, a Zap Mama album, and some other things, and it has all taught me that iTunes' World Music is horribly unorganized and needs a librarian's touch, thanks.

Somethin' Stupid


Somethin' Stupid

P.S. Don't read into this. It's just a cool song because I love Nicole Kidman.

Open Letter to an Artistic Failure

Dear Hack Composer Who Can't Get Published:

PLEASE stop sending your music to my library. I'm so serious.

I spent the better part of my morning cataloging this binder filled with your outlandishly stupid songs that's been sitting in a box for 7 years. It came with a Christmas CD that I understand you've sent as a gift to numerous politicians including the President, the governor of New York, and the mayor of Los Angeles, though I don't quite get why you had to send 25 copies of form letters these politicians' secretaries sent you as thank yous for you "generous gift" which they're "sure will bring much holiday cheer". I see the Clintons sent you a nice card wishing you a Happy Holidays and thanking you for your "correspondence", though it is odd they made no mention of the CD. Perhaps they were waiting to review you in the New Yorker.

But probably not.

A word of advice to you and the countless other unpublished composers who send their music as "gifts": 1) Find a new way to disseminate your music, and 2) Don't send copies that you made yourself on Finale if you don't know how to make it so that all the lyrics and notes don't run together. (For the non-musicians out there, it's the equivalent of being done in crayon on notebook paper with the finges still attached.)

The only thing more striking than the mediocrity of your songs (that consist of non-modulating melodies and 3 chords) is your dubious command of the English language. I know ESL classes are expensive, but if you are going to write songs in English, understand that we prefer not to have three syllables on one note. Also, "candy" is not a synonym for "sweet" so describing a canary as "so candy" implies that it is edible, not charming.

Merry Christmas and a Happy New Career,
~TH~

P.S. I mean it.

Breaking the Cycle

So I'm finally going to find my damn way to Lincoln Center tonight to reawaken the musician within.

I haven't been to a good concert or recital in a gabillion years. It's bad and irresponsible and I know, ok? I'm a classically-trained music librarian, but I'm not comfortable calling myself a musician anymore. Weird.

I'm going to hear Adriana Songs, a piece by Kaija Saariaho. It's part of a whole program they're doing tomorrow through Saturday, but I don't care about the other pieces on it, so I'm going tonight instead where Saariaho is going to be talking with Steven Stucky, who has the cutest name ever. Should be neat. My last experience with her is from my senior-year opera class where I wrote a paper on L'amour de loin. (I also wrote a paragraph on her in my first-year German class when, for some reason, we were discussing women composers.)

Right, so I have this new campaign, and the goal of it is to spend all my extra money on good music. It won't last, but I'm gonna get tickets to The Magic Flute because the staging shots look awesome and this Ute Lemper performance in February. This is to prove to myself and the world that I do have refined taste in something and that my life is more than work and gay bars and Harry Potter podcasts.

Really, it is. Or it will be.