not to mention the lyrics

ajcrawly asked:

I don't know how you feel about choral music, but there's a really beautiful piece called Sleep by Eric Whitacre that I've always associated with Crowley, just in the tone of the melody, not to mention the lyrics themselves (though interesting fact, it was originally supposed to be a setting of Stopping By Woods on a Snowy Evening). Anyhoo. Just thought I'd drop this in on the offchance close-harmony singing was at all interesting to you? It's a truly beautiful piece. <3

Answer: I adore choral music. I sang in various choirs from elementary school through high school, right up to and including District, Regional, and All-State festivals; for my first two and a half years of college, I was a classical voice major, so singing with choral groups continued to be part of my life alongside my solo work. In all my years of doing that, I had never heard of this piece. I had to look it up just now on YouTube for purposes of listening. It’s one of the most gorgeous arrangements I’ve ever heard, and I think your designation of this as a Crowley song is spot-on! Thank you so much for sharing this.

tonights gonna be a good good night

i was gonna say tonight is good but then i thought of this song. i dont even know who its by but just mentioning the lyrics makes the image of stick figure AMVs from flipnote hatena spring to mind immediately

anonymous asked:

!!! imagine a fic where dave is going in to get top surgery and karkat is there for support and dave is all nervous but fuck hes so happy and the surgery goes awesome and karkat helps him get rehabilitated after surgery and karkats so happy to see his boy so happy now holy shit i just hhh

ur killin me w this

karkat tries to make him like, celebratory dinner but ends up fuckn up and burning it so they just order pizza

  • Dumb interviewer:A 25-year-old woman is mentioned in the lyrics of Bae Bae. Is the song about Kiko?
  • GD:lol is Kiko 25?
  • GD:[sarcasm]
  • TOP:.....
  • TOP:I wrote that line...

Imagine Dragons - Demons


i might be a masochist just askin’ for more,
‘cause this stage is like a standoff, and you’re pretty tough.
i’m bruised and bloodied,
but I’ll never give up


[Look for your weekly fix from the one and only Henry Rollins right here every Thursday, and come back tomorrow for the awesomely annotated playlist for his Sunday KCRW broadcast.]

One of the first times I ever considered music in the context of when it was made was American rock during the Vietnam War. The assimilation of what was happening made for some memorable music, from what Jimi Hendrix was expressing in his interpretation of the national anthem, played famously at Woodstock, to the cool alienation of The Stooges.

The more I learned, the more I understood that what was happening at any given time could have a great effect on the music being made. A classic example would be the haunting song “Strange Fruit,” the Abel Meeropol aka Lewis Allan poem (originally titled “Bitter Fruit”) set to music in 1939 and performed by Billie Holiday. The “strange fruit” mentioned in the lyrics are African-American men who have been hanged. Holiday knew that she was opening herself up to potential harm when she bravely took on the song.

Another, far less extreme example, one of my favorites, is a song introduced to me many years ago, written by Jack Rhodes and put on record in 1956 by Gene Vincent, called “Woman Love.” It’s a nice song about a guy who really wants a gal, but Vincent’s vocal is a study in taking something from the page to a whole different place. If you ever get a chance, listen to how deeply Vincent immerses himself in the song. It is so incredibly sexed-up that there is no doubt what he’s getting at.

Considering the year and where America was at that time, “Woman Love” is completely subversive. The BBC banned it! Another 1956 recording of Vincent’s, the perfect “Be-Bop-a-Lula,” has the same short-of-breath excitement to it, but “Woman Love,” that’ll flat git it, as they say.

Appreciating music through this filter is not only a fascinating way to connect with it via a far less traveled path but also provides the opportunity to consider and evaluate history from a much different vantage point.

Chuck D of Public Enemy, who has one of my favorite minds of all time, talked in an interview once about American blues music and how it was one of the few means of protest allowed during slavery, one of the few safe ways a slave could raise his or her voice. As an idea, that is absolutely huge.

When you listen to the Prison Worksongs album recorded by the legendary musicologist Harry Oster at Louisiana’s Angola prison in 1959, you get a sense of what Chuck was talking about. That record is one of the heaviest listening experiences I have ever had.

When I started touring all over America in the early 1980s, I realized that not only were the sociopolitical aspects of music’s origins relevant but location was just as influential.

I noticed that big cities such as Los Angeles, New York or Seattle had correspondingly large music scenes and, more often than not, a ton of great bands, many of which went on to get worldwide recognition. At the same time, there were amazing bands in small towns in the Southern states I went through, as well as the huge nowheres of the Midwest.

Being relatively cut off from the noise and humanity of a large city, these geographical fringes could potentially contain some really interesting and original music. This proved to be true again and again. I found this not only in America but all over the world.

One of my favorite experiences with finding great music way out there was when I made my first visit to Australia in 1989. I was already a fan of some of the few bands I had heard from there, including The Birthday Party, The Saints and The Scientists. But almost immediately after I arrived, my agent took me to a Beasts of Bourbon show and over the next several days turned me on to amazing bands I had never heard of.

Australia always has great and strange new music happening. It occurred to me after a few visits that, while they could be considered isolated, they also could be thought of as left alone, uncontaminated by the more powerful currents and trends in music. Of course, Australia has its fair share of mainstream material, but the smaller, lesser-known bands are making some of the best records I have heard in years.

Even more cut off from things is the mind-blowing art/drone/noise/psych-folk scene in Finland. The last time I was there was a few years ago. I went into a record store and naturally gravitated to the strange-music section. I start pulling out records that, just by their appearance, made me curious. I brought a stack to the man behind the counter and asked if he could play a little of each. By the third one, I asked if the rest sounded like that and he said yes. I told him I would get all of them and anything else he suggested. This was the start of a multiyear obsession I have had with the way-out music from that country.

Almost any country or region has music and musicians that exist almost invisibly, yet work and output vigorously. Anywhere I go, I ask if there are any record stores, even if they’re just stalls or sometimes, as in South Sudan, a guy with some cassettes on a small table. Quite often they will play me something they think I want to hear — their local version of radio hits. Asking for strange music has led to some vivid hand gestures and hilarious utterances but also sometimes has led to the acquisition of unique sounds.

Life is strange and humans excel at being weird, so you might as well capitalize on that. Stay freaked.


Since the last post was so popular and people suggested me to add ones I missed…

  • DIE IN A FIRE (The Living Tombstone): Purple, this one goes out to you.
  • SALVAGED (NateWantsToBattle): For you, anyway.
  • MANGLED (NateWantsToBattle): Oh, so you heard about the movie?
  • NO MORE (NateWantsToBattle): It was Chica’s fault!!
  • BEHIND THE MASK (SylphStorm): (Lyrics: I wear the face of my enemy…) Ironically, they later rip off yours, Jeremy.
  • WELCOME TO FREDDY’S (Madame Macabre): “Here we come, I hope you’re ready- for Freddy!”
  • SPRINGTRAP (Madame Macabre): A summary of literally everything FNAF.
  • JAWS (Aviators): I’m not going to mention the lyrics much, buuut… At the beginning, I swear, I thought I was listening to a rock remix of “World is Mine”.
  • MECHANICAL INSTINCT (Aviators): “They hunt like animals.” Freddy’s a  b e a r.
  • OUR LITTLE HORROR STORY (Aviators): “But I’m the main attraction.” Hey, remember “Just Gold”. . ? I think I know who he was talking to now.

New Music - April 2015

Here x Alessia

While most songs talking about parties go hard with lyrics about getting drunk, hooking up, and having a wild night, Alessia’s lyrics in her Def Jam debut “Here” are hilariously on point from an introvert’s perspective. It’s definitely not what you’d expect when you think about a party anthem song. In fact, this is more like an anti-party anthem. The only thing missing from her lyrics is some mention of going home and binge-watching Netflix.

Here’s the end bit of “Hooker With A Penis” featuring my favorite part of the song. Do I even have to mention that the lyrics are NSFW?