youngraven: (Off-centre)
A recent purchase from Amazon.com awarded me with $5 in MP3 credits.

:D

So I bought:
'Ventura Highway' - America
This past June when Shaddow and I went to Cali, this song would play in my head whenever we drove north on the 101 from Oxnard to Santa Barbara. So I bought 'Ventura Highway' in honour of that.

'Wooden Ships' - CSN&Y
I went thro' a brief hippie phase as a teenager, and I became enamoured of all of the music that my parents might have listened to Back in the Day if they'd not been listening to the music that their parents did back in their day, sort of thing.

'Plowed' - Sponge
According to the Wikipedia, Sponge are a post-grunge band from Detroit. I'd always thought of them as actually being grunge, but apparently by the time people not living in Seattle had heard of grunge, it was over. So. You blink and you miss it.

'Everlong' - The Foo Fighters
Alright, it's only been within the last year or so that I've actually known what a 'foo fighter' was. When they first emerged, I assumed the name meant nothing at all. In later years, I thought perhaps 'foo' was being used in the urban contraction of 'fool' sense. In fact, a foo fighter is a World War II era Martian. :D Not really, it's an unexplained aerial phenomenon sometimes encountered during a dog fight. I think one side or another eventually admitted to spooking enemy pilots with little robotic flying thingummies.

'Speed of Sound' - Coldplay
Snort. I was convinced this was U2. My friend, Susan, is really keen on Coldplay because 'they're so emotional'. So...would that classify them as emo? This is what happened to me when I swopped listening to radio for listening to other things I found lying about (rustling paper, snapping twigs, a duck trying to quack 'I Pagliacci') - I no longer know anything at all about popular music. I used to be a veritable font.

So, I'm pleased with my choices. I'll have to synch my pod up so that I can play them. :D I wonder whether I'll get more if I buy something else...it being the ho(w)lidays and all. And you know, I don't feel a bit guilty about spending the credits on myself.
youngraven: (Rock Star!)
You know, it's rather an odd time of night to be flying about in a Cessna, and yet. I'm in the process of going backwards through my life. I do this frequently - it's too often I can't be arsed to write something down when it actually occurs, so there's a great deal of scarpering about when a bit of impetus is discovered. Have a guess as to what I found under a rock this afternoon.

Never mind, don't - you'll save yourself a few precious moments of your life.

In my mind, I've got a list of bands who I'd like to see perform before they cark it or they've lost all of their relevance. I made a tickmark by another band's name on the 11th.

Rush.

They've not lost a step, and as they've done a few times in the past, they've adapted their sound to the zeitgeist without sacrificing anything that makes them, well, Rush. One of my favourite things about this particular band is how unsettled they leave me feeling. As though they're issuing a warning to all of humankind that they know is going unheeded.

Unrest in the forest, indeed.

I went to the Police expecting to hear certain songs that I'd grown particularly fond of; however, with Rush I wanted concepts. A well-timed and sudden silence. A nod to Peart's jazz influences. Oh, and I also wanted to hear the song 'Witchhunt'. It had always been a particular favourite, but it got never the notice that 'Tom Sawyer' or 'Subdivisions' did. So, imagine my delight when it actually got played - complete with creepy video and pyrotechnics.

The song, if you're wondering, is about book burning and censorship, and now that I write those words out, it seems foolish to me that they'd not play that one. See above about the unheeded warnings. Oish.

In the videos, the band played an assortment of odd little characters. Geddy Lee played an abrasive Scotsman. These aren't fellows who take themselves too seriously.

Our Rush collection is rather lacking, and it's high time something was done about that. I wouldn't want my iPod to get bored, after all.

They put on a fantastic show. Truly brilliant.

I never could work out the significance of the roasting chickens...

Have a go

Mar. 19th, 2007 03:40 pm
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Alright, so I'll not say what my scores were, only that they were rather high.

Click me, go on.
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Your Taste in Music:

80's Alternative: Highest Influence
90's Alternative: Highest Influence
Progressive Rock: Highest Influence
80's Pop: High Influence
Punk: High Influence
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October Country's next performance is:

Saturday, August 26, 7-10 PM
DUNN BROTHERS COFFEE
3685 Preston Road, Suite 101
Frisco, TX

Casey and [livejournal.com profile] shaddowshoes would love to see your shining faces (and the rest of you, come to that).

Cheers, peace out, and slán go foill,
G.
youngraven: (slinky)
There's something about 'Clint Eastwood' by the Gorillaz that makes me want to spend my day in slow motion playing billiards, and as the sunlight fails in the room, getting into an orchestrated, meaningful bar fight.

In essence, I want to live in a Brad Pitt film.

I'm not even terribly keen on Brad Pitt. It's amazing how a riff, a beat, a repetitive lyric can worm its way into a person's higher sensibilities - her wants, her beliefs, her sense of who she is - and change them.

Even if only for a moment.

Top Five

May. 19th, 2006 07:38 pm
youngraven: (whack-fol-lol-de-ra)
I'm going to misquote the rules of this one, but the crux is tag me with a comment, and I'll give you a top five. Provided I can think of something worthy of your time. 'Cos my brain's been eaten by something nasty and thus is of no use to me.

From [livejournal.com profile] cawti
Top Five Songs to Play for an audience (assume a paying gig with a generally interested audience, frex a random Saturday night at a local themed pub)

What and why, please.


You know, it took me for cursed ever to work out what frex meant. I thought 'is this some sort of strange "Battlestar Galactica" speak' - 'cos I was all at sea.

It means for example, me lovelies.

Now then, shite...should I only list songs currently in the repertoire...ah hell, this is my meme, I'll do as I bloody well please.

Right then (I'll get to it, I swear it), in no particular order...

One In a perfect world, I'd always choose 'Tomorrow, Wendy/No Woman No Cry'. Punk and Reggae both fuse brilliantly with Irish music, so there's no worries there. The trouble is that the audiences we usually find ourselves with seem confused by that combination. Either that, or there's something that the song wants to say to them, and we've yet to find the words. Sort of thing. I'm fond of it because...well, for one, 'Tomorrow, Wendy' does flow perfectly into the Fugees arrangement of Bob Marley's 'No Woman, No Cry' (go raibh maith agat, a Roan - wherever you are) and also because the meaning (unless you corner Johnette Napolitano and force her to reveal her inspiration) is fluid. [livejournal.com profile] mishajames fancies that the true meaning of the song is 'tomorrow is Wednesday'. He is, as well we all know, a cheeky bastard.

When it's perfect, it's astounding - that alone is reason enough for me. Now then, if we could simply convince the rest of youse...;)

Two 'White Hare of Howden'. Because if we perform it for an audience, that'll mean we'll have at last arranged the bloody song. She's a defiant little bitch - and clever. I suppose that's sort of apropos - the hare evades the hounds, the muse evades the musicians. In nigh unto five years, we've succeeded in working out how we don't want it to sound. We've possibly got an idea for it now, only we keep forgetting about it.

Three I'm really fond of 'Wearing of the Green' at the moment. It's short, but it fires into 'The Golden Keyboard' like cannon shot. That, and it makes me think of Margaret Skinnider. Yeh, there were girlins who fought in the Easter Rising. Herself was one of them.

Four The 'Gravel Walks' set ('Nine Points of Roguery/The Earl's Chair/Gravel Walks'). There's a reason we end every show with it - the better to go out with a bang than a whisper. [livejournal.com profile] mishajames, Chris, and I play thro' 'Nine Points'. It's reasonably sedate, alright - no cause for panic here. Then [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy joins us at 'Earl's Chair' - I think Chris swops the whistle for the bass (yes, he's his very own circus act) for this one - and it keeps with the timing of 'Nine Points', but then it speeds up a great deal at the second time thro' the A (Irish musicians will understand this). Right? Brilliant. Then [livejournal.com profile] mishajames drops out, and [livejournal.com profile] typsygypsy, Chris and I segue into 'Gravel Walks'. And it's fast. And Chris is playing a killer concertina drone (see above about circus acts). When [livejournal.com profile] mishajames joins us, it forms a tremendous wall of sound. Phil Spector would be impressed - even though he's a murdering, wife-beating bastard.

Five Argh. 'Saoirse'. Yeh, so it's mine, and yeh, so it's an ego thing - but it's really a lovely song. The trouble is that it doesn't sound particularly Irish. I'd made up a riff some years ago (no, I'll not describe it, in fact, I don't think I can do - but it may have something to do with C), and I would play it to amuse myself. I think once I'd got it in mind to do something with it, but that something was never written down, and blah blah blah ad infinitum. At any rate, merely moments after arriving home from [livejournal.com profile] crann_ull's wedding, it had decided it wanted to be a quiet, sort of jaded rebel song about a fellow (we'll call him Padraic) who begins to question his loyalties when he kills another fellow who is too much like himself. I'd not heard 'Streets of Sorrow' (Shane MacGowan) when I wrote it, but it segues into it so well, that it amuses me to think of the speaker in 'Saoirse' and the speaker in 'Streets of Sorrow' as the same fellow. Incidentally, 'Streets of Sorrow' was written in 1988, and the time period I had in mind for 'Saoirse' was 1986. Quare, innit? Two years is more than enough time for poor Padraic to decide he's had enough of Belfast. Oh, I should mention that 'saoirse'(Seer-shah) is the Irish for 'freedom'.

Sure, there are ten thousand others. At the moment, we're working on 'Fields of Athenry' and 'As I Roved Out' (with 'Cooley's - this one sprouted last night, out of the blue, really) - and a dozen things beside. It's almost unfair to select a few and dub them 'favourites', but there you are. There are will always be some of your children with whom you feel a stronger connexion - regardless of loving them all equally.

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