Category: Music
Missive From ‘Merica: The Devotion Notion
On Tuesday evening, Dear Reader, Cade Fon Apollyon and I remote viewed Martin Scorsese’s insanely brilliant movie, The King of Comedy, together…
*Itsa black comedy, Clicky… /lights up… About a group of crazy fuckers…
*/drags… sleb an’ self-obsessed…*
*Oh, they were completely full of it…*
*No, Clicky! …/coughs out smoke…*
devotion (n.)
c. 1200, devocioun, “profound religious emotion, awe, reverence,” from Old French devocion “devotion, piety” and directly from Latin devotionem (nominative devotio), noun of action from past-participle stem of devovere “dedicate by a vow, sacrifice oneself, promise solemnly,” from de “down, away” (see de-) + vovere “to vow” (see vow (n.)). From late 14c. as “an act of religious worship, a religious exercise” (now usually devotions).
In ancient Latin, “act of consecrating by a vow,” also “loyalty, fealty, allegiance;” in Church Latin, “devotion to God, piety.” The application to secular situations came to English via Italian and French; sense of “act of setting apart or consecrating” is from c. 1500.
*Gawd, I hope the little mite is thinking, ‘Mum, you’re a cunt’…*
*Itsan ever-present fear, Clicky… /nods head gravely…*
… And I was thinking about writing a post about it, Dear Reader, but fortunately for all of us, Cade has come to the rescue with a new missive. Have fun…
*Noted…*
… But don’t go crazy. Enjoy! 😀
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I’ve got my thigh on you.
rawr
^devji देवजीे उदल लाडी देवो तो remix Udal lade Devo to new Raju rawal 2020 song remix 2020 Rajasthani^
I’ve got my thighs on you.
rawrz
I got my highs on you.
rawrzzzzz
Guys (males) are prolly reading this and are like…”dude…what the fuck?”
lolz
^Two Door Cinema Club – Bad Decisions (Devo Remix)^
You found something. Obviously something that someone threw away, but for some reason, you found it. Was prolly an old and busted piece of garbage to whomever tossed it, but it’s brand-spanking new to you. Your eyes sparkle with hope: this new something contains a deep well of possibilities. You weren’t even looking for it, yet there it was.
What a joy, eh?
Yeah, you’re baffled as to why someone wouldn’t want this, but that kinda makes things all the more sweet. You see something in this castaway that someone else could not see. Maybe I can make you feel comfortable in your own skin. Accept you as you are. Maybe not.
/shrug
^Alberto Bof – Rachmaninov: Vespers Bogoroditse Devo (All-Night Vigil) – Alberto Bof Remix^
Speaking of skin, your lower legs feel like you are wearing socks. Only problem is, you aren’t wearing socks, you never wear high socks, and you haven’t worn socks of any kind in ages. You also have these weird feelings in your back. One second, things feel normal, the next second, your back feels like...it feels? Like, when things were normal you felt nothing, and then all of a sudden you could feel your back even tho there’s no stimulus. You aren’t wearing a shirt, no one is touching you, it’s not windy, yet you can feel the entirety of your back.
Sometimes too, it almost feels like everything underneath your skin is, erm, sliding around. Maybe even feels like there’s another you squirming around inside of and just under…you. Something strange going on there for sure. One minute your feet and toes are there, the next minute, gone. I can only wonder what is going on in there.
^BATTLE OF THE TAPES: SCOTCH, SHIPPING, AND DUCT VS [PSORIASIS, PICKING, PEELING]^
We aren’t our outsides, are we? Outsides, insides, all-the-way-though-sides…we have a lot of sides. What I kinda have wondered for a while is how some of our bodies handle the wet/dry/wet/dry cycles on the outside. We’re wet on the inside, but for the most part dry on the outside.
So what happens when we shower and take baths and stuff. Nevermind all the products we use in the name of hygiene, we seem to be obsessed with picking, pulling, prodding, poking, polishing, buffing, squishing, scrubbing, sanitizing, hydrating and rubbing the living shit out of our outer shells. And often. Products, products, products and more products coming out of our fucking ears, and still it’s not enough.
Time to call on the professionals
^MASSIVE DEAD WART REMOVAL (this kid’s a stud) | Dr. Paul^
Going without might be something to try. Fast for a bit. Let your body try and find itself for a bit. It’s a scary thought, I know. Been there, done that. And it’s tough to do considering the society we live in. Lotta social pressures on you to look nice and smell terrific, and you gotta do this 24/7. But a “repair” in one area has to have a knock-on effect, yeah? Your formerly scabby looking knees’ skin looks sweet now, but whatever mighta been behind it looking like that in the first place is maybe still there. Not to mention that your new knees are going to have to integrate and all the surrounding stuff is going to have to adapt to these changes. Just thinking aloud a bit as to why things appear, you have them removed, and they return.
Q: After some change, what’s the one thing that remains?
A: You
Not suggesting that change isn’t possible, But changes based on changes? Like, there was a change, you didn’t like the change, so you had the change changed?
Seems...a bit loopy
^DJ Jazzy Jeff, Peter Piper Routine^
There are all kinds of roadmaps for informing us as to what our present form(s) can and cannot endure.
EX 01: Your best friend gets attacked and eaten by a Leopard. It may become clear that a Leopard attack cannot be endured.
EX 02: You get caught out in the rain, and you do not melt or suffer any other ill effects. It may become clear that being rained on can be endured.
EX 03: Your new best friend gets attacked by an alligator and their arm is ripped off, but they survive the attack. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can be endured.
EX: 04: You go to McDonald’s, eat two Big Macs in a single sitting, and don’t immediately die of a heart-attack. It may become clear that “fast food” can be endured.
EX 05: Your new best friend commits suicide six months after the alligator attack because he lost his job, no one else would hire him, his girlfriend dumped him, and all women look at him like a freak now that he only had one arm. It may become clear that some alligator attacks can only be endured for so long.
EX 06: You line the backyard of your home with Oleander bushes. Your family dog, intrigued by these new plants, eats parts of some of them and dies, all because you were unaware that Oleander is toxic. You may decide that some landscaping flora can be endured, and some landscaping flora cannot be endured.
EX 07: Your new new best friend is studying to be a pyrotechnician, decides to mix some flash powder on a cold and dry January day, and blows himself into chunks. You may decide that mixing certain pyrotechnic compositions in low-humidity environments is unlikely to be endurable.
EX 08: You’re depressed at losing three friends and your dog, depressed that you had to rip up all those Oleander bushes, decide to drown your sorrows in a bottle of Jack Daniel’s Old No.7 Tennessee Whiskey, take a sip, and wince in repulsion. You may decide that some things can be endured without the assistance of that nasty shit.
Yep, all kinds of stuff out there which act as indicators as to what your form maybe can and cannot endure. Lucky for you, that road is paved with the blood of others. Are you giving them their due by paying attention? More than that, are you paying attention to the correct things? More than more than that/those, are you looking at the correct and incorrect things in the correct ways? Abjective? Objective? Subjective? All of those?
What a mess
^Whip It Devo (Philip Steir Remix)^
Kinda at odds with a lot of things. Not trying a something because someone else failed.
If at first you don’t succeed, try, try again.
Quitters never win, winners never quit.
Get (insert need/want here) or die trying.
Do or die.
Never give up, never surrender.
It’s like a throbbing clusterfuck of a cliche clash. Weird when cliches are at odds. Maybe one of the tricks is to live long enough to see where certain cliches are and are not applicable. Survival is the goal of life, yeah? And yes, I’m thinking about the lockdown plus all the shenanigans that went on prior to, during, and now after.
Divisions
Exposing them. Yeah, the hidden ones. The ones that are rumored to be there, but supposedly no one has actually seen them. There’s no “real” proof they exist. But now that the divisions are exposed, they’re likely to multiply. Dividing…divisions…to multiply…divisions.
Sounds conspiratorial
^Flip It! – Multiplying Fractions Jingle (Devo Remix)^
Not being a joke. Of all the items on my list of “things not to be”, “a joke” is not on there. That’s me and my own list tho’.
Digress
The guy is pretty good, the music ain’t so hot, so overall the whole thing is kinda mediocre. Still, the “I ain’t no joke” at the end was a shade strange. Flexing I guess. I told you I could do it, I did it, and now I’m telling you that you got told.
^Devo – Crypt YouTube Cypher Vol. 3 Remix^
Was digging for Devo remixes because Devo keep appearing on my radar for some reason, and now I’m stumbling across some weird shit.
^DEVO – “Who Run It” Remix^
So far all these dudes appear to be fairly good at rapping/rhyming, but the music kinda sucks. Really, completely and totally sucks. Makes me wonder about the nature of flow within Hip Hop. How music and lyrics mesh outside of a beat or tempo. Rhyming isn’t easy, rapping isn’t easy, so once you get that down, you pretty much just need a beat to layer your vocals on. If your lyrics are scary fronting kinds of shiz, you’re gonna want something scary and/or dramatic for the music. Prolly why this next one seems to rip John Carpenter’s Halloween Theme. Which is extra weird because the picture is of someone wearing a Jason Voorhees hockey mask from Friday The 13th series.
Killaz
^King Devo – Computers (Remix)^
Speaking of killaz and killers, all kinds of music been killin’ it all over the killer map for a long time.
^Killers (2015 Remaster)^
When the shit hit the fan, we were all in it together as this great equalizer was descending upon us. Now? Two plus months later?
rofl...every (wo)man for themselves
On a side note: DUDE! TURN YOUR GODDAMN AIR CONDITIONER OFF BEFORE MAKING AN OUTDOOR DEVOTIONAL VIDEO!!! IT’S MARCH!!! WTF IS YOUR AIR CONDITIONER EVEN DOING ON?!?!?!? YOU IN FLORIDA OR SOMETHING?!?!?
^Daily Devo…Remix^
Some hair hurts
Why Do I Have Scalp Pain When Moving My Hair?
Here’s Why Your Hair and Scalp Hurts Sometimes
So yeah, take a break. Taking a break is a-ok. Unless of course you are the US Senate and you’ve been sitting for weeks on the bill that would provide for another round of relief payments. One way or another, people are gonna get what they want. Gives you another nice out tho’. Another reason to not provide another assistance check. The looters got theirs, everyone who stayed home and behaved is shit out of luck.
But yeah, breaks, they’re okay. Care for yourself by participating in self-care.
^Hindsight 2020 | Episode 4 | Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow^
Sync Books – Book Syncs - Book Syncs Sync Books
^Book Sync Battle!^
Skin is stretchy. Skin is elastic. Skin is kinda rigid. It’s flexy, but also has a kind of non-Newtonian fluid thing going on sometimes.
Q: Is it possible for skin to be stretched to maximum by migration of the connective tissues?
A: ??¿??
Maybe your skin feels tight because it is tight, but not because of the reason(s) you think it may be. Chaffing, seasonal changes, etc.. Just wondering what happens when the tension is such that the servo reaches the stop, and I’m thinking of this within the context of light/dark/red patches which may appear on the skin from time to time. Some of those things appear, and they never seem to go away.
On a completely unrelated note, there’s only one comment on the video below, but it’s a damn interesting one.
^Synchronicities and Synchromysticism | Chris Knowles^
Anyone know what Xenochrony is?
I don't
On a related note, the video below had 3,333 views when I first watched it just now. Is that a “sync”? Maybe a Xenosync seeing as how the concept of synchronicity is familiar to me, but this synchronistic instance is not familiar to me.
Foreign-ish
^Xenochrony #1^
Zrank Fappa appears to have played a part in the development of Xenochrony.
Xenochrony
Xeno
Xenu
Vishnu
Cronyism
Chrony
Cron
Diatonic And Chromatic
Sampling
Morphology
Derivative
Variability
Variation
Intellectual Property Infringement (Redirected from Intellectual property theft)
Clockwork
Heh heh…get it? Frank played…a part? Anyway, it’s a good business to be in. If you can’t steal the whole car? Take the wheels. Or maybe the radio.
^Devo-Clockout.wmv^
DEVO – EVOD – VODE – ODEV – DEVO
VEDO – EDOV – DOVE – OVED – VEDO
“Is your pussy looking like a flower? Are you tired of fucking with lame n1884z? Then you need some TLC, THC, Hennessy, and a good deep-dicking.”
^Vedo – Girls Need Love (Summer Walker Remake)^
This video had 191 views when I first watched it.
May mean something, maybe not
Pro Tip: Closed Captions are available. Not that they’ll necessarily add any clarity.
^Devo fare nomi e cognomi (Presidente Conte Remix) – White_Glovese – Whitehousestudiosicily^
Upon first watching, this video had 940 views, 33 likes, 0 dislikes, they’re playing pool, throwing dice, and the dude has a 56 on his shirt.
May mean some things, maybe not
Guy is pretty good tho’. Talking a lot of the same old shit, but pretty good.
^Devo Lucciano – Drill Time Remix (Slim Jesus Remix)^
Out next selection had 250 views, 12 likes, 1 dislike, has 8 comments, all appear to be favorable, the video was posted on June 14th of 2019, and there appears to be a need to travel to Tennessee.
Again, pretty fucking good on the rhymes, and this one is prolly the best yet as far as the creative elements of the background. Not the ambient effects or even the music so much as a weird resonance in the song as an awareness for need of creative elements during the song itself. This becomes really apparent during the outtro.
^Devo Bux – (prod by bloc remix)^
We’ve arrived at a rather depressing video involving some kind of breakup which has 185 views, 0 likes, 1 dislike…
prolly from the ex
…0 comments, was published on December 20th of 2016, the video ID is YWhFIISK1zI, and the channel where the video is posted has 49 subscribers.
December 20, eh? My oldest was born on that date, and me and whatshername got married on December 19.
three years prior to his birth
Me and her are divorced, and I’m currently on the lookout for a ex. Is there a connection here? Are there any connections here? The tune is about breakup and there appears to be children involved.
Another one to fall into the “not bad at all” category, save for the fact that the music is awful. The tempo is good, the beat is good, the idea of some light traditional instruments in a song with fat percussion is cool, but it doesn’t come together real well in this instance. Tried to look up the original One Direction tune History and give it a listen, but I got yet another of those stupid-assed “Sorry, there was an error licensing this video” errors.
Digress
In the end, I guess this one is akin to one of those Disclaimer Of Liability ads you see in the personal section of the classified ads.
“From this date forward, I am no longer responsible for any debts other than my own.”
“I will no longer be responsible for debts incurred by anyone other than myself.”
Information About Disclaimer of Liability in Community Property
They can run up the bills, and you are required to pay at least half.
Yeesh
^The Devo – “History” Remix^
-\- MOVIE REVIEW TIME -/-
The movie: Poltergeist – 1982 – Directed by Tobe Hooper (of Texas Chainsaw Massacre fame)
The review: Close Encounters with ghosts instead of aliens.
The extended review: I would imagine this was little more than a vehicle for domesticating and commercializing ideas in order to realize ET: The Extra-Terrestrial and sell it to a skeptical public. Close Encounters Of The Third Kind was pretty damn scary, and it still holds a bit of that scary edge for me personally. But this? There’s no wonder at all. No story. No reason. Just some lame looming idea of a family sharing space with corpses who are pissed that their headstones got swiped. The house getting invaded by fleas or roaches woulda been more scary.
Poltergeist seems to take the scariest bits from Amityville Horror, knock the rough bits off, surround them with shiny stuff, fill the direct participants with apathy disguised as ignorance and wonder, then sequence the events into some meaningless chronology onscreen. Every scene is going to contain something “spooky”, but the participants seem completely detached, and it makes me detach. If they don’t care, why the hell should I the viewer care? Like they’re caught out in the rain and wondering why they are getting wet. The scenes are long, the cuts are weird, I have not a clue what anyone is doing in any of them, and I honestly have no idea what story they were trying to tell except maybe Amityville comes to the burbs.
Tobe Hooper may have directed this piece of shit, but Steven Spielberg wrote it. So yeah, if you wanna see something of Spielberg’s that falls somewhere between Close Encounters and ET but has no aliens?
This movie is for you
Get ready to endure some of the worst acting you’ve ever seen tho. Somewhere between 1970’s sitcom and off-off-Broadway.
Interesting note – there’s a scene where Craig T. Nelson (the dad) is showing a home to some potential buyers. They are in the kitchen area of this home, and the kitchen is identical to the kitchen in Nelson’s own home, except one is green and the other is yellow. This brought back some memories of my own youth in that I grew up in a neighborhood like this. Cookie-cutter homes. Almost all of them are identical.
Now, if you aren’t American, you may not be aware that the 1970’s was a pretty hot time in the Cold War, and we Americans were fighting the dirty Communists. Strange that so much in this country called America was more or less the same, in a time when individualism was being touted as the only way to freedom.
Final review point(s): Not only does Poltergeist suck horrifically, it’s a hazard to anyone with epilepsy. But some of the special effects were pretty good considering the time.
^D.E.V.O X DoJa Cat “Say So” REMIXXED BY D.E.V.O🥀🗡^
Repetition…repetition…repetitioN
It's how we learn
repetitioN…repetition…Repetition
It's how we learn
repetition…RepetitioN…repetition
It's how we learn
repeTITion…repeTITion…repeTITion
Three tits...awesome
^Tetasinger – Devo Provare ( Emadj Remix )^
cYa | cFa
^Harper Simon – Berkeley Girl (feat Jena Malone) (Official)^
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*Is that your choice of Song to end on, Clicky? …/stubs butt… Can’t we have sumfin’ more, I dunno, more… poppy?*
*Yeah, that one! You get it and I’ll see to Dear Reader…*
Dear Reader, we hope you have enjoyed this Anglo American, human and inter-dimensional dolphin collaboration, and we look forward to seeing you at the LoL again, soon. Have a Song… ❤
*Hmm, now you mention it, Clicky, it’s less poppy… more rave… /lights up…*
CLICK5: Ort Gem Paean
CLICK5: Musically Germane
Doctors & Angels – Who Knew?
‘An apprentice butcher who is taught all aspects of the noble art has as much skill as a surgeon.’
*No, you’re an inter-dimensional, alien dolphin assistant, Clicky… /rolls eyes… Now assist me by getting a Song to start this shambles with. If you please…*
*Ooh, good choice. Thanks…*
Hello, Dear Reader, and welcome to Day 34 of lockdown at the LoL. Actually that’s not true – we’ve been open the whole time to visitors. This is a smoking area (see signage displayed to your left), and if there’s one thing to emerge from this time of pandemic, it’s that the Coronavirus appears to find smokers somewhat inhospitable…
*Take a looky… /lights up… Masked… /drags smoke into lungs… Full PPE..*
On Thursday evening, presumably after the ritual applause for the national religion…
*I know, the double standards on display are quite ridiculous…*
… there was a rare injection of humour on the telly…
*Catherine Tate is fab, Clicky… /grins… “Doin’ my Tik Toks”…*
… that got me thinking of another screen to screen conversation…
*Ha! …/flicks ash… Nightingale does shorthand… /blows smoke… Shorthanded…*
*Ooh, that is an icy blast…*
*/final drag… Don’t blink indeed, Clicky… /stubs butt… If you’re feeling Kubricky, Clicky, then ‘bleach’ is a ‘Shining’ word… /plumes smoke… Where are we with this shambles?*
*It was so sad how Donna Noble and the Doctor parted company…*
*Of course, their relationship was strictly platonic, Clicky…*
*Animated statues…*
*Little angels…*
*You know that they are still trying to exterminate smoking, Clicky… /lights up and smokes… You couldn’t make it up…*
Time to end this shambles, Dear Reader. Have a smoke and a Song…
30-Day Song Challenge: Mwah!
*Howdy, Clicky… /pats snout… Last challenge today… /lights up… Let’s make it a goodun… /drags…*
*Indeed… /smokes…*
Welcome, Dear Reader to the final day of the LoL’s song challenge, embarked upon a month ago by myself and Cade Fon Apollyon, the Okie Devil of Text US…
*That’s right, Clicky. Not just Cade and me. Also Poppie Sweet Pea…*
*And Leggy… /flicks ash… ‘Panoptica’ is coming along nicely, Clicky…*
*Aye… /deep drag…*
… For this last task, we will be presenting songs that remind us of ourselves…
*So is that me and you, me and Cade or Cade and you, Clicky?*
*I knew it!*
Enjoy! 😀
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Day 30: songs that reminds you of yourself
Cade’s first song pick…
This one is gonna be cake.
Everyone is invited for cake.
After 30 days of this, everyone is entitled to cake.
Put in the time = reap the rewards…of cake.
There will be no cake
^Bruno Mars – Locked Out Of Heaven (Official Video)^
Roob’s first song pick…
It wasn’t until very recently that it dawned on me that the initials of this song, spell out my name…
R.U.T.H. = Can be slow on the uptake
*Good fing I knock about with an Hillman eh, Clicky? …/blow smoke rings…*
Cade’s second song pick…
Before I get to the song that makes me think about me, prolly best for me to say thanks to Roob for enduring this. She’d had to jump through a lot of hoops over the past month, she was ill for a good portion of that time, I think part of her family was ill over the holidays, but she’s hung in there and gotten the job done. Also gotta make a note that it was great that others participated too. Always nice when others contribute, and good conversation is good. Ya’ll have submitted a lot of music that I’ve never heard before, and I likely never would have heard it had you not chimed in. From me, thanks.
❤
For those unaware, I’ve been writing for and with Roob for 3 years now. We celebrated (with zero fanfare) our 3 year anniversary back in December, and it’s been hella fun. I’ve learned a lot from her. Nod to Legiron and CynaraeStMary for their friendship and mentoring as well.
^benny benassi feat. channing – come fly away^
Roob’s second song pick…
Back in the middle of 2012, when I first created my online avatar ‘RooBeeDoo2’ in order to join I.S.I.S, I was working in Construction Logistics as a Logistician’s Logistican. Frank and fellow I.S.I.S members started to addressed me as ‘Roobee’. Understandable really; RooBeeDoo2 is a bit of a mouthful…
Roobee = Ruby = Creative & Constructive
*The smokers’ universe is definitely blue… /plumes smoke…*
Cade’s third song pick…
There’s nothing for me to plug here, I have nothing to gain by doing this, so I don’t feel entirely guilty for what I am about to do. However, music that makes me think about me, is music that I myself wrote and performed. Years were spent sitting alone in a room writing and playing music. I have a giant box filled with cassettes on which contain these efforts, hundred upon hundreds of songs and song ideas, and its unfortunate that many of the songs that I am thinking of right now I’ll not be able to share with you here. Just no way for me to share them at this time. However, I will share a something I don’t really expect anyone to listen to, but yeah…this shit right here, makes me, think about me.
BTW, if you have an urge to listen to what little I was able to transfer to digital from analog, there’s a playlist of various nonsense of mine from 1989-1992.
^Devil’s Work – Side: Fun – Tracks 1 & 2 (1991)^
Roob’s third song pick…
Back at the end of 2012, when I first started experiencing ‘syncs’, I started writing about them on MEROVEE. From the start, Frank and the fellow commentating Mero-VEEPs referred to me by the much simpler ‘Roob’…
Roob = Rube = Complicated but Fun
*/Final drag… Another reason why MEROVEE is the red universe… /stubs butt…*
The final word to Clicky…
^Kenny Lynch – up on the roof 1962^
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And that, Dear Reader, is that for the 30 day Song Challenge. We really hope you’ve enjoy spending time with us…
*/Hand/fin slap… You can say that again, Clicky… /lights up…*
…Be sure to come back soon and, as always… Have a Song… ❤
^Madness – One Step Beyond (Official Video)^
30-Day Song Challenge: Childhood!
Day 29 of the LoL’s epic thirty day challenge, Dear Reader, and today we’re remembering songs from childhood…
*Sounds like gobbledygook, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…*
*And what does that mean?!*
^Legs & Co: Birdie Song / The Tweets (TOTP, 01 Oct 1981)^
Enjoy! ❤
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Day 29: songs remembered from childhood
Cade’s first song pick…
A lot of this is going to come from television. I can see no way around it. It’s either going to be television, church or school since that is the holy Trinitron™ of streams providing music to young ears in my time. I’ve already done a lot of stuff from my childhood, so in order to meet the criteria for today’s specific challenge, I guess we’ll go with television seeing as how church and school were pretty much still stuck in 19th century music when I was a kid. Not that television was that much different, but unlike church and school, television certainly was trying to figure out how to upgrade their musical models.
^Merrie Melodies & Looney Tunes – Opening themes.^
Roob’s first song pick…
Weird that Cade chose to focus in on TV music from his childhood, as the one song I’d fixed upon including in this post – before even receiving his choices – was the theme tune for a sports show on TV…
*No, that’s not the one I’m specifically thinking of Clicky, though we did watch it at Sunday teatime…*
*Fuck! I’d forgotten just how much cricket I was subjected to as a kid…*
*I’ll admit, there was quite a lot of it I did like…/flicks ash… But that’s not it. Seriously, we could be here all fuckin’ day if you’re gonna keep on guessing, Clicky…*
*Close…*
^Classic UK TV Theme ~ Pot Black (Black And White Rag)^
Cade’s second song pick…
Loads of music came in via the idiot box. Mostly musical snippets and blurbs. Lots of fade-ins, lots of fade-outs, and lots of musical chunks that really didn’t belong to a tune, but rather just disconnected and otherwise disjointed musical sounds added for dramatic effect. A xylophone tapping out a cadence to let you know that the news was on. Or maybe a bar or two of some dramatic horns with kettle drums banging away in order to snap your attention away from whatever you were involved in whilst simultaneously raising your pulse rate. Television producers were some devious fucks way back. Loads of people graduating colleges with sociology, psychology, and marketing degrees, and you must put them to work in some capacity in order to prove the the educational system is A) working, and B) pays off in the long run. The practical side being, these young minds you are employing bring with them fresh perspectives on squeezing dollars out of the public, whilst simultaneously remaining malleable enough that they can likely be made to not make distinctions between light and dark. Afterall, they need their jobs. They gotta eat. So you cross some lines here and there…so what?
^Zoom opening credits – Season 3, Cast 2^
Roob’s second song pick…
*Kid shows full of kids. Yuck! Ironic, too, considering that one ran for decades… /blows smoke rings… Oh, I didn’t know Russell T Davies worked on that show…*
*Was it a case of ‘Why don’t you… regenerate Doctor Who?’ …/smirks…*
^We could have been anything – Bugsy Malone^
Cade’s third song pick…
The answers as to why samplers and sampling became so popular in music are right there, you possibly just aren’t looking at things as they really are. Everything got put on the clock at some point. Everything got condensed. The radio was still a bit fluid with respect to time, and also fluid with respect to their programming. But not television. Television was relentless. You have a block of time, in time, and that’s all the time you get. That means anything and everything is over-produced. No raw, no rare, everything is well-done. Rehearsed and practiced to perfection. Sequenced. Quantized. Sterilized. Clean. Machine like. Nothing left to chance. The art has been, and is still being, perfected.
Digress
You’ve got somewhere between 30 and 60 seconds to get your brand out there with a shiny and smiling face, and you gotta do so in such a way that people are gonna beat a path to your door. God only knows how much time, effort and resources went into producing that perfect commercial, but you can bet it was a lot. Pouring weeks or even months into a few seconds. Getting into people’s heads a few seconds at a time, and staying there. Yeah, I’m thinking that it caught on.
^SPEED RACER 1967 Cartoon Intro^
Roob’s third song pick…
The one song that completely captivated me during my childhood, was also encountered via the telly. When my school put the play on for Christmas, I practiced and practiced singing it before the afternoon of auditions in the school gym. I was so excited to be asked to stay on once Mr Ford, the teacher/director, had made his shortlist of candidates for the leading role. That excitement was matched by my complete and utter disappointment to discover that I was only there to help stack the gym benches back along the wall once the auditions were over…
*/shrugs… Yeah… /stubs butt… I got two speaking parts and simulated the tornado sound, so I actually ended up with 3 roles in the play, Clicky…*
^Somewhere Over the Rainbow – The Wizard of Oz ((1/8) Movie CLIP (1939) HD^
The final word to Cade…
My intent today was not to be morose or glum and gloomy. I had no idea what I was being fed at the time. Just someone born into the world when I was, and have spent a good portion of the rest of the time trying to make some kind of sense of it all. And, I honestly don’t remember much outside of television with respect to music other than a lot of the ground I’ve already covered in both this 30-day thingie, plus a lot of the writing I’ve done over the past few years. I guess I make distinctions between television and radio music because music on the radio seemed to be more about giving, whereas stuff on television was all about taking. Music on the radio willingly opened a door and gave freely, whereas the stuff on television was more akin to sticking a crowbar in the door to break in or maybe picking the locks. So yeah, the music I remember from “my childhood” is a lot of bits and pieces of nonsense. A chaotic scramble of nonsensical noise created for the express purpose of getting inside my head, and staying there. Consumer 4 Life.
^The Mamas & The Papas – Monday Monday^
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We reach the end of the song challenge tomorrow and the final task…
*And Cade and Poppy and Legs, Clicky… /pats snout… And you…*
… When we’ll be suggesting songs that remind us our ourselves. If there’s a song that reminds you of yourself, Dear Reader, pop it into the comments, below, and we’ll include it in the grand finale 😀
Until then, have a Song 😉
^Fade Away And Radiate – Blondie (1978) FLAC Remaster 1080p^
30-Day Song Challenge: Voice!
Today’s challenge, Dear Reader, is to present you with songs from artists whose voices Cade and I love…
*Fox has been trending on Twitter all day today, Clicky… /lights up… I dunno… /drags… Disney seem fair that you can be dismissed purely ‘cos of your skin colour… /plumes smoke…*
^Lea Salonga – On My Own (Les Misérables) [720p]^
Enjoy! ❤
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Day 28: songs by artists who’s voice we love
Cade’s first song pick…
Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, there was some vaporous, quasi-hidden fucker hiding in the shadows whilst darting around telling me that I needed to select music(s) that were representative of various things. In one instance, I was tasked with selecting a song that would be representative of the overall vibe of the 1970s. In my dream, the song that I selected was an instrumental. More than that, this song wasn’t released until the late 1970s. Although there is no singing on this track, the vocalist for this particular group likely has one of the most unique, identifiable, and iconic singing voices in rock music. However, when I woke, I had nothing but questions. Made no sense to me at all upon waking that I had chosen this particular song in my dream to be representative of the 1970s that I personally know. Prolly lingering guilt over not choosing a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers song on the “songs that break your heart” day.
Ironic that whilst pondering all this crap about love and death, I personally cannot escape…dreams. Pretty sure I never owned the album ‘Hemispheres‘, and also pretty sure that I would never consciously select this song as being an all-encompassing representative of my time spent in the 1970s. Moreover, after I woke this morning, did some reading on this song, and was shocked to discover that it is about…dreams. Nightmares, to be more specific. I can only wonder as to why my subconscious would select a song with no vocals to be representative of a time that contained all kinds of vocal expression.
^Rush – La Villa Strangiato^
Roob’s first song pick…
Seeing as Cade has kicked us off with his dreams, I have to include Dolores O’Riordan and the Cranberries, and a song from one of my all time favourite movies…
*/blows smoke rings… Woodstock revivial? Interesting, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
Cade’s second song pick…
Kinda weird that in a dream, there are many things that make sense within the context of the dream. However, once that dream has ended and you are awake, all of that clarity fades to confusion. You can almost feel it in your being that this dream and the things in it made sense whilst you were dreaming. But now that you are back in this realm and lucid, you can’t help but giggle a bit at the absurdity of it all. No fucking way any of that craziness made sense. And if it did? I’ll be goddamned if I can remember what it was that made it make sense. None of it makes sense anymore.
^Cocteau Twins – “Ribbed and Veined”^
Roob’s second song pick…
As Cade is still on the subject of dreams, I shall continue with another voice I love from an all time favourite movie of mine. This time Roy Orbison…
^Roy Orbison’s Dream From You’ve Got Mail^
Cade’s third song pick…
Dreamy. Dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. Some sounds are like a barrier between eternal peace and eternal war. Voices don’t exist here in the more traditional sense(s). They’re here, they just…operate a little differently. Almost like contempt and respect existing in the same space, and doing so without being hateful or spiteful, and even without being loving or adoring. I love you, and I hate you, and I do both of these at the same time, without really doing either. Almost like looking backwards. Or looking forwards. Looking anywhere and everywhere but here.
^Daniel Lanois – Jimmy Was^
Roob’s third song pick…
Harry Nilsson has appeared a couple of times already during this song challenge…
*Drink & Drugs! on Christmas Day… /final drag… And Sad! on Day 10… /stubs butt… I do love his voice, Clicky…*
… And wouldn’t you know it, he also has a song about dreams, one that plays over the opening credits of one of my all time favourite movies…
^The Puppy Song – Harry Nilsson^
The final word to Cade…
It’s not really unusual that certain things “make sense” within a certain context, but outside of that context…no, no sense made. Putting on a concert in the middle of a field prolly doesn’t make much sense. God almighty…that was over 50 years ago. Made no sense then, makes no sense now, and yet, people are still talking about it.
Q: Does Woodstock have anything more than commercial value?
A: ??
What is “Woodstock” anyway? I’m not trying to plan the 100th anniversary or anything, but I do wonder what value this concert/event will have in the year 2069. Will it make sense. Yeah, the one from 1969…will it make sense in 2069, and if so, to whom, and under what auspices, pretenses, terms and conditions will it make sense? Will DMT be a staple of the water supplies of the future much like Fluoride is a staple of the water supplies of today, and everyone will be “tripping-balls” 24/7? Which, I think I’ve pretty much decided that Fluoride is added to water to keep the pipes and infrastructure clean, and it being added for the benefit of people’s teeth or other human health concerns is pure horseshit. ‘Cept for of course the fact that drinking water supplied via filthy pipes is indeed a health concern. There are some weird loops in life.
Does it make sense to you that I have had the requirements of today’s challenge on my mind the entire time that I’ve been writing, yet have primarily used songs with no vocals?
Welp, I have
Guess you’ll just have to read between the lines a bit. I hear all kinds of voices in the music that I’ve included. Some voices I like, some voices I love, some voices…not so much. Woulda been great to see this final song performed live at the time tho. Strange how voices speak to us, and when.
^SHA NA NA WOODSTOCK 1969 DUKE OF EARL^
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Woo Hoo! Penultimate day of the 30-Day Challenge tomorrow, and Cade and I will be tasked with choosing songs remembered from our childhoods…
*I said penultimate, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
Until then, Dear Reader, have a Song 😀
^Giorgio Moroder & Philip Oakey – Together In Electric Dreams^
30-Day Song Challenge: Heartbreak!
Apols! Dear Reader, I took yesterday evening off…
*’Cos I felt like it… /lights up and smokes… I didn’t half feel shattered last night…*
*Yeah, I had to cook and iron. How come you never help me with any of that stuff, Clicky?*
…Anyhoo, the ‘songs to break your heart’ challenge follows. Enjoy! ❤
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Day 27: songs that break your heart
Cade’s first song pick…
As I best as my 33 & 1/3cc brain can deduce, today is (at a minimum) a combination of days 4, 9 and 10. This whole challenge thingie has wafted in and out of the tangible and intangible realms, and now it has gone and gotten downright personal. It now wants to know about tunes that may make me happy and/or sad, and it also wants to know how to conjure things in me that might be best left undisturbed. Moreover, it want’s to know how to achieve all of these things in a single swipe. Lastly, why is this particular challenge coming on Day 27?
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I dunno if there is a significance of this particular challenge coming on Day 27. That said, I’m quite sure that I’m suspicious of anyone who wants to know what kinds of music breaks my heart. Especially coming on the heels of Day 26 which wanted to know about stuff that makes me want to fall in love.
^deadmau5 – Errors in my head^
Roob’s first song pick…
I don’t know that my first song choice breaks my heart as such. It is about heartbreak – spending the first night of your honeymoon in separate rooms is as cruel fuck. Or not, as the case may be, but singing along loudly with the song is kinda cathartic. Try it… Free da pain!
^Freda Payne – Band of Gold – Lyrics^
Cade’s second song pick…
Any paranoia I may have displayed in my previous block of text is…yeah, not really there. But it also kinda is. Kinda weird that someone out there in the world would want to know specific songs that break my heart. But, misery is said to love company, so maybe its a matter of maybe not feeling so alone. Knowing not only that your heart is broken, and what broke it, but why, as well as an assurance of “ME TOO!”, so that one does not feel so isolated and outcast. I mean, hell, the Ode To Joy movement from Beethoven’s 9th Symphony can break hearts, it just breaks hearts in a way that others can more readily identify with and will likely more openly admit. The tears in their eyes are usually a dead giveaway.
Digress
What got me off into “paranoid” types of thinking was a matter of this day’s requirements having less “overlap” and being more…pointy. That got me to thinking about all of the data collection methods used online anymore. I mean, you can’t go to a website that has a Numerology name calculator anymore. If you enter your name, the website is likely to keep it/store it, and use it in some way to make money. You do read a website’s “Privacy” page…right?
AstrologyFutureEye
AstrologyFutureEye Privacy
If you scroll down to the “How information of user collected” section, then read under “Online Forms”, you will notice that they say you can enter your name safely on any of their forms because they will not collect it. However…do you trust them? How would you know if they were collecting your information. More than that, what could you do about it. The English on that Privacy Policy ain’t that great which raises some legal questions, not to mention that the site owner is located in India. What does any of this have to do with music/songs that break my heart?
I dunno
^Mumford and Sons – Little Lion Man^
Roob’s second song pick…
My second song choice is about a whole life of heartbreak…
*Fucking ‘ell, Clicky… /flicks ash… You don’t see adventure playgrounds like that anymore…*
^I’m Still Waiting^
Cade’s third song pick…
Have spent a lot of time over the past few years upending anecdotes and cliches. Such as…
“Can an infinitely powerful being create a weight so heavy, that even they cannot lift it?”
My answer was…
”Yes. But what about when they eventually can lift this weight?”
Today is not indicative of tomorrow, so what is the point of such a question other than to silence debate and/or dissent? Point being, I’m wondering here if there a difference between a song that has broken my heart, and a song that will break my heart. More than that, is there potentially a song that has broken my heart in the past, still breaks my heart now, and this song will always break my heart in the future. Do I build up a resistance. Do I grow calloused. Will the scars from where the cracks appeared eventually fade or will they always be there.
Kintsugi
Can I potentially lift a weight tomorrow that I could not lift today?
^Alan Walker – Faded^
Roob’s third song pick…
*Ah, Bridget Jones. I love Bridget Jones. Who sang that song originally, Clicky?*
*Eric Cartman? That’s just stupid… /stubs butt…*
*Alright. Keep ya ‘air on…*
^Eric Carmen – All By Myself (Audio)^
The final word to Roob Clicky…
^Blur – Coffee and TV^
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Three more days of challenges left, Dear Reader…
*/squints… Day 29 sounds like another crack at Day 12…*
… Fingers crossed, we’ll have this wrapped up over the we kenned. Have a Song 😉
^Annie Lennox – Why (Official Music Video^
30-Day Song Challenge: Love!
Day 26 and songs that make you want to fall in love, Dear Reader…
*Nice, Clicky. Describes symptoms of falling in love pretty well…*
*Pretty sure Leggy’s choice has more with falling in lust, Clicky… /smirks… What did Poppy Sweet Pea choose?*
*He is a very lucky man, Clicky…*
*They both are…*
… So kick back before you fall over, and enjoy! 😉
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Day 26: songs that make you want to fall in love
Cade’s first song pick…
I guess I’m gonna have to go way way back here. My “love life” has been shit as of late.
Utter shite
I guess my love life has been shit anyway. No idea as to the protocols for keeping score on scoring, nor who is keeping score, nor why. I’m single, no prospects, I have no intention of having any prospects, so yeah…shit. I guess I’m just not “In The Mood For Love”. This means we’re going to have to go way way way WAY back to where I was a starry-eyed kid laying on the floor, listening to music, and dreaming of my dream gal.
^’Let ‘Em In’ – PaulMcCartney.com Track of the Week^
Roob’s first song pick…
Thoughtful Man and I just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary at the weekend. I say celebrate; he reminded me, I congratulated us and he grumbled that he would serve less time for murder. Neither of us are of a particularly romantic bent…
*And it was Pops’ birthday… /lights up and smokes… Nearly the oldest in the house… /flicks ash… but not quite yet…*
^Peter Gabriel – Don’t Give Up (ft. Kate Bush)^
Cade’s second song pick…
This next one may not seem like a love song or a song that makes you want to love to many, but it is to me. This track is off of what is prolly my favorite AC/DC album. Before you dismiss that thought out of hand, AC/DC was “my band” as a kid, and I had all their albums. ALL of their albums. Imports, rarities, anything I could get my hands on, and I liked pretty much everything they did.
Anyway, I can recall relating to the song mainly because even from a very young age, my personal path seemed as tho it was gonna be a rocky one. I’m quite plain, average in just about every category, sickly, not that smart, not really good at anything, so chicks weren’t exactly throwing themselves at me. Figure it prolly best that I treat anyone who is interested in me as best I can. Tragic that I’ll prolly be no good at that either. But, I can try.
/shrug
Never know when you are going to bump into someone that is also looking for somebody to shove.
BLOOPS! I mean, somebody to love, not shove.
Lyrics are here for anyone who wants to sing along.
^Up to My Neck in You^
Roob’s second song pick…
Falling in love is easy; I do it all the time. The night the boys came home from the hospital, after their birth was very fraught indeed. The late summer night was hot and sultry, which made them cry. The nappies we’d got were way too big, so every time they peed, they got wet, then cried. They cried a lot. Thoughtful Man and I were snipping and sniping at each other in our rising panic, which made them cry. Just what the holy, motherfucking hell had we done!?
Just before dawn, Thoughtful Man decided to try music. He chose a song, scooped a wailing bundle in each arm and hit ‘play’ on the CD player with his big toe. He rocked back and forth, singing softly. The twins stopped crying and I fell in love again…
^Two Little Boys – Rolf Harris^
Cade’s third song pick…
This 30 Day Challenge thing is getting personal. Not sure how smart it is of me to open up too much. Might be sneaky fuckers out there trying to find out what turns me on, all so they can get in my pants.
ROFL
Um, where was I? OH YEAH! FANTASY LAND!!! Digress.
Love is weird. I’m not sure if Love is a thing made up of many things, or many things made up of some single thing. Maybe its both of those. Either of those? No idea. I do know that Love is one of the best timekeepers that I’ve ever found. When all other time and times are fuzzy and unclear, Love is quite distinct, whether it be present or not. When Love is there, you know it. When Love isn’t there, you know it. When Love’s companion Hate is there, you know it. Etc.. Which, I personally think that Hate is just Love through a different filter.
I kinda see Love as a light inside of an old-style cheese grater that is spinning. The source of the Love is quite pure, but it needs some filtering before it gets to us. It needs to be cut. The pure stuff is way too potent. Deadly. So yeah, the Love is inside the cheese grater, the grater is spinning, and the cheesy goodness type of Love that we humans can understand is being slung and spewed out all over the cosmos. ‘Cept more like a disco ball or disco lights kinda things. Maybe that’s why discos and nachos are so popular?
/me shrugs again
Love is weird.
^deadmau5 feat. Grabbitz – Let Go (Extended Edit)^
Roob’s third song pick…
I’m struggling to make up my mind for my third song choice…
*I dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… And the other one…*
*I can’t choose…*
The final word to Roob Clicky…
^David Bowie – Letter to Hermione^
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*Oh good thinking, Clicky…*
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