Bloody earworm
The last couple weeks every local radio station has been playing this bloody thing. Not safe for work, but then if you’re reading this at work you have other issues.
It wasn’t bad enough that it’s hooky but then they had to fill the bloody video with half naked women- actually, more like 98% naked. Started to drive me even more nuts than usual so I enlisted the aid of my dear old friend and confidant Mlle Jenny, who sent me so many shiny things as to overwhelm me. One of which was this:
And we talked about the Dan, and Mike McDonald- who, unlike others of his era, has not toasted his pipes, and real hardcore musicians like Charlie Daniels and the Allmans and of course the wizard of weird, Frank Zappa.
And it sort of came to us as we talked, that at the time, we had no idea this was the real golden age of rock music. That someday there wouldn’t be a string of incredibly talented musicians/songwriters pounding out something new every other week. Now, we get synthesized crap like Robin Thicke. Then, we had Warren Haynes and Dicky Betts playing guitar as if they shared a single mind. Even Top gear BBC, hater of all things American, had to come to the US for a theme song for their show- the British Invasion troops had nothing to compete with Jessica.
So I used PVStar+ on the way home to listen to this stuff on my phone. A great app, if you have an android phone. And I drove the bad bad stuff out of my head. thank you, Jenny. And thank the Dan and the Allmans and Charlie Daniels and Frank Zappa and people who actually sat down and wrote music, god bless them.
Tone correction has done a serious number on things, too. It used to be that if you couldn’t play an instrument or sing, you weren’t going to be a recording star. It took even the best of the best several tries to get a good track recorded, and that was after hours and hours of rehearsals.
But now? Heck, just do one take and fix the problems in the computer later. Lip-sync it at the concert (or don’t; who cares?) and you’re golden.
I, too, am old enough to remember when recording artists had to be ARTISTS, when they were capable of making music–rather than being merely products to be packaged and sold. *sigh*
And the band of yester year rarely dissed the women they where with like that thicke wannabe.
You know, it was also a golden age of film. Writing and cinematography meant something. Music, costumes, scenery, lighting, ACTING all were important to the outcome. Special FX are cool, but only as part of the fabric – not as the whole cloth.
I dunno. The tit tays are pretty luscious.
But I don’t call that music.
dumb all over
a little ugly on the side