Posts tagged music
Mark Ronson is creating a new kind of soundtrack for the Olympics by recording and mixing athletes’ sounds and noises, a fine addition to these great projects creating music in unusual ways. (via)
This is absolutely brilliant. I cannot WAIT for the Olympics.
Whitney Houston, “Where Do Broken Hearts Go.”
Where do broken hearts go
when they find their way home
back to the open arms
of a love that’s waiting there
This reminds me of going to the roller skating rink. Whitney’s music was definitely the soundtrack to my growing up.
Living here in this brand new world, might be a fantasy…
This was Whitney Houston’s first ever appearance on television. Breathtaking.
I have never been so upset at losing a celebrity as I am today. Whitney was the real thing. There were so many things that made her incredible, as Clive Davis says in this video:
She’s elegant, she’s sensuous, she’s innocent, she’s got an incredible range of talent, but guts and soul at the same time….She’s a beautiful girl and her poise doesn’t hurt. But it’s her natural charm. You’ve either got it or you don’t have it. She’s got it.
More than all that though, it was That Voice. Every time I’ve ever heard her I’ve been completely astounded that a person could make singing sound so effortless and powerful. You’ll be missed, Whitney.
Movies When You Die“I’ve always thought it would be kind of interesting if, when we die, we got to watch our lives play out like a movie.”
I’m lying on my bed, looking at the ceiling, listening to my cat purr near my head, and getting lost in these beautiful pieces from One Hello World. I’m sure I’ll spend the next hour or so listening to every single one. You probably should, too.
Alabama Shakes — “Hold On”
Not to rush 2011 out of here, but if 2012 could please bring like seventeen new albums from this band, that would be great, thank you please.
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Once again, Ani’s on the ball with the good music. Vrabel, I’m giving my ears to you in 2012. If you recommend it, I’m listening. I bet I’ll love every note.
Help the arts: it's easy and you'll feel good
Okay, guys, cat’s out of the bag. I was in band in high school. Yes yes, let’s all get over it. Honestly, it was something I completely loved. Music was my life for most of my childhood. I grew up playing piano, added clarinet in Middle School, then baritone and a little cello and some percussion for good measure. I also sang in choir and played for the school musicals. I was all set to go off to college and study music and play in a symphony that made music for major motion pictures (seriously, this was my dream, don’t laugh). But I got tendonitis and it was sad and I had to give it up. Cue tears.
Anyway, while I was in high school, arts programs were my life. I did a lot of extra curricular music activities and spent my summers touring the States in old buses with lots of kids who became life-long friends. Drum corps, which is like music bootcamp, gave me the backbone I’ve got today. I’d say 40% of the Owsome in me is made up of the tough-as-nails attitude I got from pushing myself to my absolute limit every day during those summers. Running miles and miles every day, performing in the hot sun, then sleeping on gym floors, driving all night, and getting up to do it all again – it doesn’t sound fun, but I promise you, it was a total thrill. And once you’ve done that, getting through an uncomfortable meeting, or dealing with cat vomit, or walking a mile or two because you missed a bus just seems like no big deal.
My brother and my dear Charlie still teach these dancers and musicians, working hard all year to get them ready for summer performances. And they need a little Internet love. Their non-profit group, the Oregon Crusaders (I know, it’s all very melodramatic with the names) are in the running to receive $250,000 from Chase Community Giving, which would make dance and drumming available for kids in my hometown for a long time. Right now, their group is in 9th place among all entrants in the country. Let’s get them to number 1, yeah? Just click that link to vote for them.
You know, Internet, I don’t ask a lot, and who are we kidding here, you’re not going to get me that cool picture for Christmas, so do this and we’ll call it even. Go on. DO IT.
Here’s something to get you excited about this year’s Festival—a handful of talented Seattle artists gearing up for Bumbershoot by covering Mainstage headliners Daryl Hall & John Oates under the shadow of the Space Needle! For a lot of local artists, performing at their hometown festival truly is a dream come true. Check out Shelby Earl, Kris Orlowski, Allen Stone, Ethan Anderson from Massy Ferguson, Matt and Mikey Gervais from Curtains For You and Head Like a Kite’s Dave Einmo with guest vocalist Asya from Smoosh. Who doesn’t love beautiful melodies, huge grins, hand claps and foot stomps?
This stompy, happy song has got me grinning tonight.
Ryan Adams, “Dear Chicago”
“Dear Chicago,
I think I’ve fallen out of love with you.”
(We’re three days away from May and this morning the temperature was 42 with a RealFeel of 27. TWENTY-SEVEN DEGREES AND IT’S NEARLY MAY. Chicago does not know when to quit.)
(via inmymimeseye)
I can’t stop watching this giant xylophone in the woods. First of all, it’s peaceful and sort of mediative to watch the little ball bounce down and strike the notes. But also, I’m fascinated by the amount of engineering it must have taken to make this happen. The correct angle had to be calculated to make sure the ball didn’t get too much momentum and just fly off the side, and also, the ingenuity of the trills in the middle is so pleasing.
The real reason I think I love it is that it reminds me of my musical past. I started playing the piano at 3 and continued until I was diagnosed with tendonitis at 18 or so. I probably pushed it a little past there, but by the time I was 19, I wasn’t playing any instruments any longer. I definitely had to play a ton of Bach and this video reminds me of practicing sonatas in our old living room.
I loved the piano, and eventually started playing the clarinet, baritone (and other horns), the cello (for like two months), and percussion here and there. I really miss music, but my physical therapist at the time told me I had to quit if I wanted to be able to sign my name when I’m 40. Someday I hope I get to play again.
