Posts tagged: music
Here’s a little sneak peek of a project I’ve been working on. I’m still working out some ideas for it, but I figured I’d share a little bit.
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As time goes on I find myself missing dear friends that I haven’t had the chance to see for a while. Paths diverge, life necessitates change, but shared experience accounts for more than just memories.
So without getting any sappier, I’ll leave it at that.
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“Letter to an old friend”
ps. I recorded the whole project using the internal mic on my ipod touch and the garageband app. Best $5 I’ve spent in a little while.
Here’s a little sneak peek of a project I’ve been working on. I’m still working out some ideas for it, but I figured I’d share a little bit.
—
As time goes on I find myself missing dear friends that I haven’t had the chance to see for a while. Paths diverge, life necessitates change, but shared experience accounts for more than just memories.
So without getting any sappier, I’ll leave it at that.
—
“Letter to an old friend”
ps. I recorded the whole project using the internal mic on my ipod touch and the garageband app. Best $5 I’ve spent in a little while.
All I have to say…this is going to BE the ALBUM OF THE YEAR for me and a whole lot of people.
YAY!
Big news today! For the last two years, Katie and I have been cooking up a special new project under the moniker Faux Fix. The album drops NEXT WEEK on Valentines Day!!!
Can’t wait for you guys to hear these songs!
Etta James, “I’d Rather Go Blind,” Best Of Etta James
What I think is her greatest song, and one the greatest vocals ever recorded, the pain is barely concealed.
RIP
Filed under: Etta James
Made this the other day. I thought about it, and I realized the reason why I like making videogame sounding music sometimes is that those sounds recall memories of playful exuberance and justifiable ridiculousness. It’s also hilarious to listen to this during rush hour riding mass transit.
yessssssssssss…
This is a clip from a short documentary my friend Shane is making. The dock scene was shot during a weekend we spent up in Vermont a couple months ago.
The waves peaking through the boards reminded me of a keyboard, and many times that weekend I imagined what it would sound like put to music—rapidly ascending melodic lines arrhythmically travelling with the movement of the waves, above a foundation of consistent ripples of motion. Nature often provides some of the best-suited soundtracks for moments of serenity. The music I set to this scene is kind of what I was imagining.
i’ll cut you.
I Think I Love You, Allison Pearson (via littlehelpcorner)
Tomorrow: Allison Pearson.
(via nprfreshair)
Gillian Welch and David Rawlings performing “Elvis Presley Blues”. Love them. Love the world-weary songs, the take-it-easy pace, the blend of voices, Rawlings’ transcendent guitar work, etc. There’s a series of these videos on YouTube, all from a concert they played at St Luke’s for the BBC back in 2007, and they’re all excellent. Check them out.
This one doesn’t showcase Rawlings’ guitar work, but I love this song. There’s a lot that’s great about it, but the reason I love this song is that blue note. Ah, that blue note.
I don’t know if this is true for anyone else, but my brother Aaron and I have always loved when a song gets it right, even if it’s just for a moment. One of my favorite shared music moments with Aaron came when we were both still young enough to be living with our parents, and I was listening to a regrettable pop-punk song down the hall from him. This song had one of those moments in it, and when it happened he yelled down the hall something to the effect of “DUUUDE!” Then he got up and walked down the hall to reiterate his point. But there was really no point to be made, because we’d both heard it made a few seconds earlier. It was just that the moment was so good it couldn’t be shared at opposite ends of a hallway.
Musical moments? What am I talking about? Go listen to Sufjan Stevens’ song “John Wayne Gacy, Jr,” which tells the story of the serial killer who dressed up like a clown and hid the bodies of 27 boys under the floorboards of his house. Listen for when Sufjan sings “oh my god”, and it’s beautiful and chilling and something inside you just goes YES, and you’ll know what I mean.
Is it possible to be addicted to revelatory images, to clever or meaningful musical phrases, the aha moments when a talented someone creates something even imperfectly brilliant? In my experience, absolutely.
In other news, I can’t wait to fly down to Athens, GA, and help my bro move up to NYC with me.
P.S. Don’t forget to check out the other Welch/Rawlings videos from this concert. I know I got on a tangent, but seriously. Do it.
