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

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Clear Channel, San Antonio, Texas

Very few know that the most important radio stations in Portland, Oregon are owned by a single entity, based in San Antonio, Texas. I didn't do any research to see how customary is this in the US but to me is odd. Anyways, that wouldn't be any problem to me if the themes of the songs would not be synchronized among stations and with some people activity and even thoughts, in real time. The playlists of the past are there to prove it.

Monday, May 21, 2012

And My Dear Is Still Goodbying



Hopefully one day we-all are going to find out what is the name of the clothe she's wearing, who designed it and who has the damn copyright.

Which reminds me of:

Saturday, April 28, 2012

Do You Remember The Beach?

by Ana Blandiana

Do you remember the beach
Covered with bitter shivers
On which
We couldn't walk barefoot?
The way you were looking at the sea
Pretending listening me?
Do you remember
The hysterical gulls
Wheeling in the ringing
Of the unseen bells of a church
Celebrations with fish,
The way in which
You were furthering running
Towards the sea
And yelling you needed
The distance
So you just can see me
The snowing
Was dimming
Mixed with birds in the water
With almost joyful despair
Was watching
The tracks of your feet in the sea
And the sea
Was closing like an eyelid
Over the eye in which i was waiting.


Thursday, April 12, 2012

I Can Read Your Mind


Don't think sorry's easily said
Don't try turning tables instead
You've taken lots of Chances before
But I'm not gonna give anymore
Don't ask me
That's how it goes
Cause part of me knows what you're thinkin'

Don't say words you're gonna regret
Don't let the fire rush to your head
I've heard the accusation before
And I ain't gonna take any more
Believe me
The sun in your Eyes
Made some of the lies worth believing

Chorus:
I am the eye in the sky
Looking at you
I can read your mind
I am the maker of rules
Dealing with fools
I can cheat you blind
And I don't need to see any more
To know that
I can read your mind, I can read your mind

Don't leave false illusions behind
Don't Cry cause I ain't chnaging my mind
So find another fool like before
Cause I ain't gonna live anymore believing
Some of the lies while all of the Signs are deceiving


Since they can read it they probably can also write it. So it's a RAM thingy.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

More Than This II

Click here to hear the song, click on the picture to make it bigger.

I could feel at the time
There was no way of knowing
Fallen leaves in the night
Who can say where they're blowing
As free as the wind
And hopefully learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there's nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there's nothing

It was fun for a while
There was no way of knowing
Like a dream in the night
Who can say where we're going
No care in the world
Maybe I'm learning
Why the sea on the tide
Has no way of turning

More than this - there's nothing
More than this - tell me one thing
More than this - there's nothing

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

Baby You

There was and still remains a poetically mysterious grammatical construction, these two words put together, or separate, ubiquitous in many modern songs'lyrics, when the second person is not the intended listener but it certainly sounds like, a bit patronizing, submissive and suggestive and sometimes subconsciously enticing.

Roma





"Mon esprit est pareil à la tour qui succombe
Sous les coups du bélier infatigable et lourd."

Monday, March 19, 2012

Les extrêmes qui se touchent



Îmi pare rău că nu am scris aces post prima dată când m-am gândit, probabil nu cu mult înainte de a apare ştirea despre actul de caritate de mai jos.

Ahmet Ertegun a fost omul care i-a descoperit şi lansat pe Eric Clapton, Phil Collins, Genesis, the Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Crosby, Stills Nash, Young, Aretha Franklin, Ray Charles şi alţii.

Ştim cu toţii sau poate nu cum ar fi arătat secolul trecut fără muzica rock şi fără autorii de mai sus.

Orice polemizator de extremă dreaptă ar fi spus... A, toată media şi toată maşina de propagandă controlată de... şi aici vă las singuri cu imaginaţia voastră.

Dar iată că nu-i chiar aşa. Au fost şi alţii care au pus umărul serios la educarea generaţiilor şi formarea culturilor.

Dar puţini ştiu că Ahmet a părăsit România odată cu regele Mihai după cum spune Mica Ertogun, soţia lui aici.

De aceea eu, deşi mă îngrozesc în continuare, nu mă mai mir aşa de mult de nivelul de expertiză şi manipulare la care a a ajuns media din România, bazată în mare parte în străinătate.

Friday, February 17, 2012

"So i remember every face. Of every man who put me here"


"After a lot of research I found these:

There is divine beauty in learning, just as there is human beauty in tolerance. To learn means to accept the postulate that life did not begin at my birth. Others have been here before me, and I walk in their footsteps. The books I have read were composed by generations of fathers and sons, mothers and daughters, teachers and disciples. I am the sum total of their experiences, their quests. And so are you. - Elie Wiesel

Our lives are a sum total of the choices we have made. -- Wayne Dyer

I am the sum total of everything that I have experienced musically. --
Hank Jones

I know they're not the exact quote you are looking for. I think this is a common saying especially the phrase 'sum total', so it's not attributed to someone in particular.
Source(s):
google, yahoo"

http://answers.yahoo.com/question/index?qid=20081108170250AAwamfg

Sometimes things in our lives come just too fast to have time to understand so we can make real choices. It's easier to remember though and try to understand later.

One day i was in hospital in December 2002 and a therapist asked me if i ever wanted to take revenge on people who did me wrong in the past. I felt he was fearing for himself although he had this sarcastic smile on his face. I told him not to worry, my list is way too long and i forgotten with whom it started.

It's the hospital where i called one night in January 2003 911 from a pay phone telling the operator i was fearing for my life. They didn't respond to that call. I was at Woodland Park Hospital in Portland, Oregon.

That hospital was closed a year or so later for the same reason, the doctors called 911 and sent a patient with an ambulance to a different hospital.

Now it's reopened under a different name.

I know there are hard times in people's life when people say exceptions become the rule. But in my life coincidences have become the rule.

Monday, February 13, 2012

Whitney Houston

She was there for us but we couldn't see her behind all that glamour.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

It's Not Over Until The Fat Lady Sings

I said in another post, each blog post is a bet, you're betting your own reputation on it.

I also said on different occasions that if you play a song enough times people might get used to it and even say they like it especially if it  was heard on occasions when they wanted to have a good time.

This time i'll go by instinct. I had it with singing in the same tune with the choir.

I always thought soul is a genre belonging to the American culture. But nowadays there is more audience to British soul than to American. It shouldn't matter would say some. If it's good, then let's hear it. I am in the United States for 16 years now and i cannot name out of the top of my head any American soul singer. I'd have to think first, to double check with Wikipedia than play a few youtube videos and probably i will remember a few voices. Ah, and there's always that BB King diabetes commercial.

But i can name a few British soul singers, among them Van Morrison and Adele. And i looked into Wikipedia, Leona Lewis goes there as well. Van the man is not all bad especially when you listen him with The Band. Now i need to confess, i've been listening a lot of The Band lately, especially after i re listened that obsessive Caravan song one day on 101.9.  I think there's a bit of soul even in Jesie J's music.

But Adele can't possibly be that good to fill the air with her all day long on most local stations. And the charts.

The way the British do that is simple. You take a popular genre that's about to die. (Or you take a popular genre and invade it and kill it in the process, i'm not sure, for that i'd have to check the with the history).

You put together some fragments from different songs, that one can only vaguely remember. Add a bunch of subliminal words and find or build a professional singer who would go for it. Ask him/her to make it sound not all that pretentious. Throw away as much as possible from that contemporary British accent.

Pronounce m like a and s lie sh.  Stumble on words like little children. Season it with a few new age like, unexpected, almost dissonant change of keys. Make it sound like crying for hope. Yodelling like change of tones. Raise the eyelash corners a little. Empathize. Other things she does deliberately with her voice i cannot describe.

Play it like crazy on local stations and everywhere.

Adele brought it to an art. At times she makes it sound like it is continuous with no brakes. Voice falls into silence only at low tones. A bit monumental with highly accurate piano (actually the British were always good with instruments) and dozens of strings. And the newly invented technique of filling any empty spaces with words. Marching drums. Scratching ears at high notes. Anything but not soothing.

Although in the recipe there are enough reasons to back the charts, i don't believe it. Someone tell me when this is over.



(I've been listening this video version several times while writing this. Now that i released some of my frustrations by doing so, i can see it already in a different light. I think i even might get used to it. :) See what i mean?)

The Light Now Comes From The Far East