9 posts tagged “music”
Unexpectedly I'm partial to what my friend Neil refers to as hippety hoppety music, but whether you share that view or not, this is just damn clever.
I had never heard of Microsoft Songsmith until I read Charles Arthur's post. What is Songsmith? Well, according to Microsoft:
Songsmith generates musical accompaniment to match a singer’s voice. Just choose a musical style, sing into your PC’s microphone, and Songsmith will create backing music for you. Then share your songs with your friends and family, post your songs online, or create your own music videos.
According to most other people - people with fully operational ears - it's an abomination. Or as Dan puts it:
Watch and curl into a foetal position, shaking your head and breathing hard.
I think the easiest way to explain it is that if you apply Songsmith to an existing song, it will create for you the perkiest, most cheerful song it possibly can. Which may be fine... so long as you don't, for example, try it with Creep:
Neil Gaiman interviews Terry Pratchett. It's great. That is all.
Amanda Ripley explains why I'm so scared of flying. She's come up with the dread equation - apparently dread=uncontrollability+unfamiliarity+imaginability+suffering+scale of destruction+unfairness. If I'm reading this right, it doesn't pay to be an infrequently flying control freak with an overactive imagination. Bugger. (via Jezebel)
Having belatedly discovered The Quietus, I greatly enjoyed John Doran's piece on upsetting poor, sensitive Kanye West. Actually I like Kanye but just found it so refreshing to read a piece about a musician that wasn't a hagiography. If I read one more interview where the questions seem to consist of "why are you so amazingly talented?" I will give up and start reading Woman & Home instead. OK, that's a lie. But still...
This song has been haunting me all day, no idea why but it has been running through my head for hours now... It's a Joni Mitchell song but this version by Sarah McLachlan is also beautiful:
The new Sony Walkman advert - Music Pieces - makes me smile like a small child on Christmas morning.
The Woman Who Talked Too Much is right:
If you can hear it without getting up and shaking your groove thang I can only assume that you have no hips or that you are listening to it somewhere that precludes the strutting of stuff
She has also introduced me to the word boogiest for which I am very grateful.
Somehow, the concepts of Morrissey and Eurovision don't seem to be natural bedfellows.
And yet....
Wouldn't this be fabulous?
