My favorite remixer, Pogo, has a nice remix of Empire of the Sun’s Walking on a Dream
I always find it amusing when I discover a song that I downloaded as a free promo track from Starbucks, but hadn’t ever listened to yet.
My favorite remixer, Pogo, has a nice remix of Empire of the Sun’s Walking on a Dream
I always find it amusing when I discover a song that I downloaded as a free promo track from Starbucks, but hadn’t ever listened to yet.
A lot of the online reviews I’ve seen have made a comparison to ladies like Adele and Amy Winehouse. The comparison seems apt. The vocalist has a strong voice that imparts lush emotional response to the songs. The music behind her is nice and down tempo jazz, with a strong groovin feel.
I’m working with a friend on a couple of tracks for a song he’s written. On one take, I got a half-decent flute-line down, but I want to make another attempt, so I mixed down a track to practice with that doesn’t contain my flute. It ended up all of 10 bytes smaller than the track with me in it.
Weird how much compression works.
Spent the afternoon working on a couple of tracks with Brad. My parts still need some work, no surprise considering it’s the first time I’ve heard the vocals to go with the guitar, but all in all a good session of laying down the bits.
This one has title and artist at least, but no track titles.
Bleeding Gums – I’m Glad I Can Finally Throw That CD Away
Seems OK.
It was the summer between jr and sr years of college. I was working at a christian summer camp. The owner installed a CD jukebox in the cafeteria, and one of the albums in it was Adventures in the Land of Big Beats and Happy Feets. They basically took some high-energy mixes of then-popular “contemporary christian” tunes, and linked them together with some odd little musical interludes. In many ways, I think the interludes are better than the actual songs. Every track is drenched in 80’s synth, and they all seem to have been chosen for their indirect lyrical references to God. It ends up being an overall enjoyable album, not overtly preachy, but clean enough for a church youth pastor.
What an oddly bittersweet synchronicity, that Michael Jackson would die just days before his full catalog became available on Emusic. And thanks to the new 12-credit-max-cost-per-album change, it’s working out to be an extra sweet deal.
A tortured and troubled life. I can remember a time when preachers used to use him as a role model. I was once told a story about him appearing somewhere with the Jackson 5 as a teenager, and some music bigwig offered him money for sex. He turned it down, and the guy says something about how it’d be different if only he were a woman, and Michael reportedly replied that he was saving himself for marriage. Then the Pepsi fire happened, and he was never really the same.
Frankly, I’m surprised he lasted as long as he did, in a world where, from the age of 8, he was surrounded by people who saw him as a golden goose, to be fattened and flattered. The golden goose is dead, long live the golden eggs he has laid.
As I stream the Jackson Family tribute playlist, I can’t help but wonder who’s going to make out from the cash windfall that Michael nostalgia will bring. Maybe we could build the statue from HIStory as an economic booster program.