Where do you start when you hear everything at once?
… this song beat out this song for the number one spot on the US charts: Weird that I’d never actually heard either tune. Not weird that John Lennon will remain my favorite Beatle.
My sister, singing along to Akon while driving my nephew home from school: That girl is so dangerous. That girl is so dangerous. That girl is a bad girl. I’ve seen her type before. My nephew, inquiring with surprising innocence: I don’t get it, Mom. What could be so dangerous about the way she types?
My 10-year-old nephew reports that my 66-year-old dad has announced plans to patent the video game “Tuba Hero.” According to my nephew, what’s truly funny about this pronouncement is that he can’t tell if his grandpa is joking. In other tangentially guitar-hero related news, my 7-year-old niece is working on a re-write of Survivor’s “Eye [...]
While watching the Superbowl, my friend Rebecca and I discovered that what went came out of the TV speakers as went into our ears as
I’m beginning to suspect these two songs have something in common, other than that they both hold up well.
This got me thinking of two things I learned from Allen Ginsberg, whom I briefly met 15 years ago after he read and sang to a large group at my alma mater: (1) William Blake’s poems are meant to be sung. Ginsberg performed some of Blake’s “Songs of Innocence and Experience” with a slightly slobbery [...]
Last night it happened again. It’s no suprise, really, since I’ve learned it’s always happening when I’m listening to music. Still, it’s a strange self-revelation when I’m forced to notice the extent to which I’m not listening to a song like the people around me are. This time it was at the Crystal Corner, when [...]
wayneandwax.com � Modern Ancient African Music: “Noting, for example, that Baaba Maal’s Firin in Fouta (1994) was received ambivalently by the “world music” market because of its incorporation of funk, reggae, hip-hop, “techno” (don’t know why Monson and Eyre call it that — sounds much more like house to me)” Such comfortably dropped off-the-cuff declarations [...]
Tangents for the Chasing
