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Posts tagged: music
- Oscar and Martin - Recognise
Caught Restless at BIFF this week. I was almost expecting this to be a little too indie, on the nose and into itself. Which it did come perilously close to being. The scent of over-used ’whimsical melancholy’ from the trailer was like overripe fruit, enticing, sweet but I had to reserve judgement. None the less Whimsical Melancholy is my favourite type of over done film trope, so I was obligated to gorge myself.
It was charming really and very sweet. The costume design was wonderfully envy inspiring and I’m downloading what few songs of the soundtrack I didn’t already own and adore, as I type. The stand out feature of the film was the character arc of Hiroshi, the ghost kamikazi pilot who haunts the male lead. He managed to bring the white-kid, angst into check when necessary. It was a well balanced, beautiful film.
<3
Work in Progress music video for Seals - Such a nice Day
they’re good looking kids, check them out here:
Ahhhhhhhhhmazing video! By an IRL friend of mine!! We had a “Cutting Party” (which is not what it sounds like) to help her cut out all the little figures. She’s spent days making it and it’s so wicked. Also I drew that Mer-cat ^_^
Gotye (featuring Kimbra) - ‘Somebody That I Used To Know”
This song is on repeat right now.
This song is on repeat everywhere these days.
A cruel kind of irony that is not lost on me.
Oscar + Martin were just amazing last night. Every song was shimmering mirage, so intangibly brilliant and unreal. Earnest and ephemeral.
I could go on like this for quite some time, so I’ll leave it at that. They’re very good, go see them live and listen to them.
Romantic Tribal Whimsy.
I have been listening to this song with unrestrained, obnoxious, utterly infatuated abandon ever since I sourced it the other day.
It’s AMAZING!
Harry Belafonte - Angelina (by AngieBallie)
Pendulum Waves
Fifteen uncoupled simple pendulums of monotonically increasing lengths dance together to produce visual traveling waves, standing waves, beating, and (seemingly) random motion
I cannot express how much I love this video. It expresses clearly and succinctly the connection between physics, music, waves and patterns. All while being utterly mesmerizering! Science is a beautiful thing.
Truly beautiful.
This is such a sweet video. <3
It’s so earnest, even with the silly piratey stage show.
I went to see Yo Gabba Gabba live with my friend Moose and her baby Moosette yesterday. It was ridiculously fun, I swear I could watch Brobee dance all flipping day. He’s such a star.
There was also a little boy dressed up as DJ Lance, which was amazingly cute.
LET’S
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Caught this “Do it like a Dude” video today for the first time. So astounding was the difference in tone from the first single of hers I had heard ‘Price tag’ that I mistook Jessie J for someone else.
First I must say, excellent lips.
On another note though, I’m not particularly fond of the song. This is in large part down to genre bias and it just not being my thing. So it goes.
I do however have a minor gripe with the song and its attitude. I find that too often the perception of doing things like a man is considered mainstream media shorthand for being strong. While I can clearly see that this song shows a grittier and maybe more satirical version of ‘doing it like a dude.’ The over emphasis on aggression, dirtiness and almost chart breaking levels of “rude ‘tude” aside. I fear that many will just see the over arching message as doing it like a man is doing it with attitude, strength and bravado.
Personally I believe strong women are not a version of strong men, they are something else entirely different. That we do not have to emulate men to have strength.
and yes I know, it is just a pop song, I’m taking all too seriously.
They were pure romance and lightness. Everything I wanted and expected.
Belle & Sebastian were the first ‘indie’ band I ever fell in love with. The real kind of obsessive infatuation you reserve for the most dreamy guy at your high school. I spent hours researching them and tenfold listening to them. Before there was a lot of information I could find out about them on the internet. Before I had even heard of Tigermilk or how hard it would be for me to ever hear it, in its vinyl glory. I was desperately in love with Belle & Sebastian.
Silly love. Obsessive love. Whimsical love. Romantic love. Eternal love. Fluffy love. Gritty love. Oh-the-dogs’-name-was-Elvis love. Angry sweary love. Never quite caught that line love. Dancing in my bedroom love. Crying in my bedroom love. Twee love. Egocentric love. Bourgeois love. College drop out love. Pretentious under achiever love. Belle and Sebastian love.
It wasn’t ugly or selfish love either, thankfully. I thrust them upon every person in my life at the time, like a born again. A convert to highland melancholy and wistful pop. My parents heard incessantly about them and are now amongst their fans. Some of my closest friendships were set to long, hot car trips with Belle & Sebastian.
It was one of those perfect live music moments, where I had been damning myself for buying those tickets. When I should have been saving. I really should have been saving.
Two bars into their first song, I knew it was the wisest decision I had made in a long time.
All dressed up for Belle & Sebastian last night.
