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  • Because I do try to point out music I think is good that you guys may not have heard of, I'd like to say that I'm very impressed by how much Orla Gartland's lyric writing ability has improved over the years. She has an EP coming out, sometime. Check her FB page for updates: http://www.facebook.com/OrlaGartland.

     

    But I would like to move to ruminate on her cover of the song "Hallelujah" by Leonard Cohen. I actually think it's my favorite cover of the song, ever.

    EDIT: Orla has, without notice or given reason, made the video private. I'm going to take her not responding to my question of why and if I could get an mp3 of the track as tacit approval to upload an mp3 here myself. 

    One of the first reasons is that Orla sings with a lower, almost husky tone, which I've said before I like her doing more. The other part is that nearly every single word she sings seems to try to cover every possible note there is to sing at the same time. Listen for it: every word she seems to fluctuate between five different notes. It's really beautiful, and it's the principle reason I started listening to her channel.

    The third reason is really more personal, but it's that she kinda mumbles the entire thing. It's a trait I've always appreciated in others.

    Now, the best way to flesh out why I really like this version over others is to compare it to other covers. My two runner-up favorites would be John Cale and k.d. lang:

    I had commented to one of my siblings (I think my sister) that what I liked about Orla's performance is that she sounds like she's about to break down crying throughout it. In retrospect, I don't think that's it. Rather, she sounds like she'll break down into silence at any moment, refusing to bother singing anymore and just sit despondently in a corner.

    Cale's version likewise has that emotional tinge, as if he's been wronged, yet there's no uncertainty in his voice. It's a forward driving piece, because at no point does he doubt what he's singing or the message he's conveying. The stripped down piano helps to accents what he's saying, yet – because it's the gorgeous instrument that is the piano – is capable of swelling and filling the piece, making the room feel less vacant than it is. It allows for building up and for still allowing in that emptiness.

    In contrast, lang's piece is more of a ballad, meant to be grandiose. Yet (you might've noticed I prefer the more depressing take on this song than an upbeat one) it still has the ability to touch on that prostrate feeling of loneliness and despair. However, at no point does lang's performance seem personal. Which I don't think detracts from the song. And I know there would be some who'd vehemently disagree with me, so I say this with hesitance, yet I'm struck, every time I listen to it, that the song sounds more like a performance than anything else. lang is clearly an accomplished singer and what she does takes a lot of control and intentionality – and that's what it sounds like. After thinking about it, I think what it is is that it sounds like lang is singing about the person referenced in the song rather than directly sympathizing with their emotions. She is empathizing rather than sympathizing. Which, again, I don't think makes it less of a song. It actually probably beats out Cale's version in my book.

     

    In contrast to both of those, Gartland's version is far less declaratory. The only musical backing is the very basic, repeated plucking of her guitar, giving us the most stripped down version yet. At first, I had wondered if her version would have benefited from a more elaborate guitar backing – like, say, Jeff Buckley's version –, but I realized that the stripped down barrenness aided in the isolated feeling that the overall piece carries.

    Besides, it allows more attention to her vocals, which are what really carry this piece. As I said before, they sound like they're ready to give out on her, too timid for their own assurance. When she sings, "But you don't…really care for music, do ya…?" it sounds like she's almost afraid to hear the answer to that question.

    Which doesn't keep the song from its own swelling. Despite my own taste for non-bombast versions of the tune, I firmly believe it is a song which is supposed to swell. The second half of each verse really should build, emotionally. And Orla doesn't leave that out. Yet the emotional insecurity of the song is never left out.

    As she sings, "Well it goes like this:/The fourth, the fifth,/The minor fall and the major lift/The baffled king composing…Alleluia," she sounds wavering through every word, as if her voice might collapse beneath her all while she builds in volume.

    When she sings, "Well, she tied you to her kitchen chair/And she broke your throne, and she cut your hair/And from your lips she drew the Alleluia," her voice starts to broil with indignation, ever so slightly, before collapsing into a wavering sadness at the line, "she cut your hair".

    As she sings, "Well, I've seen your flag on the marble arch/and love is not a victory march/Well it's a cold and it's a broken Alleluia," her voice finally breaks the uncertainty and the wavering, only to sing the lines, "love is not a victory march/Well it's a cold and it's a broken Alleluia".

    At "Well remember when I moved in you/And the holy dark was moving through/And every breath we drew was Hallelujah", it seems more pleading than anything else, a call to remember before ending the song.

     

    Frankly, she does an amazing job at capturing a wounded-ness in the song that is truly captivating and moving. And, in spite of the surrendering nature of the tune, she manages to convey a million different emotions at the same time. As I said, my favorite cover of this song of all time.

  • Asking, "Why is 2+3 always equal to 5?
    Where do people go to when they die?
    What made the beauty of the moon and the beauty of the sea?
    Did that beauty make you?
    Did that beauty make me?
    Will it make me something? Will I be something? Am I something?"

    And the answer comes…
    Already am, Always was,
    And I still - have time - to be.

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    Worked a booth at the county fair today. I know I've said it before, but I feel the need to say it again – public displays of religiosity completely unnerve me.

    I could tell you about the Catholic booth, in which one of those staffing the booth told me as I was leaving, "Stay righteous and stay Catholic; we wanna be sure to get you into Heaven." I could also tell you about how overly un-confrontational that I am, seeing as all I could muster was smiling and walking away instead of bothering to point how overly offensive and pretentious such a statement is (though no Christian would dare admit such a statement could be that) or quote our shared catechism (337 LG 16; cf. DS 3866-3872: "Those also can attain to salvation who through no fault of their own do not know the Gospel of Christ or His Church, yet sincerely seek God and moved by grace strive by their deeds to do His will as it is known to them through the dictates of conscience. Nor does Divine Providence deny the helps necessary for salvation to those who, without blame on their part, have not yet arrived at an explicit knowledge of God and with His grace strive to live a good life.").

    Or I could tell you how, as I stopped by the Gideons booth (you know, those guys who feel the need to shove Jesus down your throat even on your vacation so they fill every hotel with a bible), I was led on (after listing a desire for a portable New Testament, being a Catholic, and following the commandments as laid out by the Bible) to say that I had accepted Christ as my personal lord and savior before the guy would give me one of the pocket New Testaments. I guess they believe you have to convert before being able to grace your eyes upon the sacred words of Christ and Paul? Great proselytizing plan, guys; but I despise proselytizing in nearly all forms so keep up having everyone of sane minds thinking you're obnoxious.

     

    Instead, however, I'm going to watch my feel-good movie tonight, perhaps with a bowl of ice cream, while our dog sleeps next to me. If you guys haven't seen it yet, I highly suggest to watch it. It's called Show Me Love or Fucking Åmål in the original Swedish (it's a foreign film; Åmål is a small Swedish town). Links to watch the movie online are here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=spGW5p9p1c4.

  • It's official; I'm buying Lady Essence's album soon as it drops. The girl is rather fantastic (that being an understatement - did you hear her verse??), and I have a strong feeling she's only going to get better. I need to cobble together a playlist of her stuff to keep me sane.

    Alyssa Marie doesn't seem that bad either, though I'm far less familiar with her. "Vision of division of the artificial until what's art is official". Loved that. She's got a pretty controlled and solid flow, too.

    And, just for old time's sake:

    I've noticed over the past 4 years that the number of cover, remix, and simply related videos to "Feelin' it" have gone up on YouTube. While that's great, predictably all remix/covers eschew the layered character development that Jay employs in favor of purer partying or bragging. The more time passes, the more strongly I come to love this track.


  • I'm strongly considering becoming an atheist.

  • I posted as a pulse but I post again: http://hellogiggles.com/princess-zach

    http://www.chicagotribune.com/news/nationworld/la-naw-0625-ny-gay-marriage-20110625,0,1496953.story

    http://www.givesmehope.com/view/Cute%20kids/9035967


    (btw, they're from Chicago; just sayin')

     

     

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    I barely have words.

    I've been involved in just general Queer things since as far back as I can remember and even I'm shocked by the progress we've made.

    A mainstream, well-known music group dedicating a whole music video directly to Queer kids? Where were you during my childhood! Finally New York (of all places; Stonewall, anyone?) gets marriage. And (while, admittedly, not on a large scale) sensible social change towards gender‽

    Dear God, I love it.

  • I'll admit, I'm somewhat irked they didn't bother to cover the Chicago accent, but thought you'd all enjoy this as much as I did:

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    The only benefit I've been able to come up with so far for my insane procrastination this weekend is that it'll result with me in the comp. sci. labs from roughly 1 to 9 in the morning munching on a full pizza and blasting Bruce Springsteen music in a pure marathon (17 albums? Should be enough to last me the night) because no one will be there with me at so late an hour.

    Also, my latest music obsession:

     

    So, I know I've been saying I'd do another archaic word of the day for a while now (that being an understatement). And, in pure Jon fashion, I have yet to do it. SO, to make it up to you all, I'm doing three today. You English-lovin' subscribers, start rejoicing.

    Since, admittedly, it's been a while, I'll explain the point and purpose behind this little (laxidasical) project of mine again. I'm a writer, and, as such, I love words. I particularly have a taste for the rare and obscure (for whatever reason), so I'm naturally drawn to archaic words. Also, I'm finding I love linguistics, and I like things which are in sort of in-between positions (such as, for example, words that belong to a particular type of a language (I'm thinking British English here) and not others - scrumping being an excellent example. It means to steal, specifically, apples from a garden or orchard (not any other kind of fruit, funnily enough). Use it in an American conversation sometime). Plus I think once a word has a definition, that definition is valid forever.

    Also, I'm going to start re-posting the definitions of all the past words when I do this too, so you don't have to figure it out from the example sentences alone or search through my xanga for the original entries.

    Now, without further ado...our three new words! They are Weal, Nesh, and Farrant. Farrant, in fact, is so archaic that I can't seem to find a definition of it anywhere other than the text I got it from for my English class and the OED. Also interesting (according to the OED apparently), Farrant has two adjective forms (Farrantly as well). However, seeing as farrantly as an adjective is first seen used several centuries after farrant, it's likely just a product of the language breaking down over time; need further evidence? Quick - adjective, quickly - adverb.

    Interestingly for neal, only the World English dictionary (of the dictionaries that dictionary.com lists; I didn't check the OED) list weal as archaic. It's a good crop this time, guys.

     

    Farrant [ˈfær-ənt]
    -adjective

    1. of a person: Obs.
       a. well-favored, comely, handsome, good-looking.
       b. genteel, respectable
    2. of a thing: becoming, fit, proper
    3. having a specified appearance, disposition, or temperament:
        auld-farrant, evil-farrant, fair-farrant, fighting-farrant, foul-farrant, well-farrant.

    Origin:
    c1380; probably an application of farande, northern present participle of fare v.; compare the sense ‘to suit, befit’ of Old Norse fara

    Related forms:
    farrantly, adjective (same as above)
    farrantly, adverb

    1. pleasantly, handsomely, splendidly

     

     

    Nesh [nɛʃ]
    -adjective

    1. sensitive to the cold
    2. timid or cowardly

    Origin:
    from Old English hnesce;  related to Gothic hnasqus  tender, soft; of obscure origin

     

     

    Weal [wiːl]
    -noun

    1. wale, welt, Also called: wheal - a raised mark on the surface of the body produced by a blow
    2. archaic prosperity or wellbeing
        the public weal, the common weal
    3. obsolete the state
    4. obsolete wealth

    Origin:
    1st: variant of wale , influenced in form by wheal; 2nd: Old English wela; related to Old Saxon welo, Old High German wolo 

     

     

    Luculent [loo-kyoo-luhnt]
    -adjective

    1. clear or lucid:
        a luculent explanation.
    2. convincing; cogent.

    Origin:
    1375-1425

     

     

    Acherontic [Ach`e*ron"tic]
    -adjective

    1. of or pertaining to Acheron; infernal; hence, dismal, gloomy; moribund:

    Origin:
    dictionary.com doesn't say

     

     

    Deign [deyn]
    -verb (used without object)

    1. to think fit or in accordance with one's dignity; condescend:
        He would not deign to discuss the matter with us.

     

    -verb (used with object)

    2. to condescend to give or grant:
        He deigned no reply.
    3. Obsolete. to condescend to accept

    Origin:
    1250-1300

     

     

    Gainsay [geyn-sey, geyn-sey]
    -verb (used with object), -said, -say⋅ing

    1. to deny, despute, or contradict
    2. to speak or act against; oppose

    Origin:
    1250-1300

    Related forms:
    gainsayer, noun

     

     

    Ere [air]
    –preposition, conjunction

    before; previous to; sooner than

    Origin:
    before 900

     

     

    Mauger  [maw-ger]
    -preposition

    1. archaic in spite of; Notwithstanding:
        I will follow you, mauger your recent defeat.

    Origin:
    1225-75; Middle English<Middle French: literally, spite, ill-will

     

     

     

    Mauger the upcoming onslaught of the end-times, I haven't had such a lucucent vision of what I want to do with my life in years. Ere the Hell-demons come, I shall have to do more physical work (my skin is far too nesh at the moment - there are ice demons in Hell, you know). I'm told I have far too acherontic of a future-view but I gainsay those people and tell them the simple truth - they are ignoring our impending reality. I surely find it better that I not allow pride to influence me; should I never deign to speak on the future would be a severe blow against the public weal, surely. If only wish more could learn to be so farrant a person as me.

  • Naw, this isn't intellect
    This isn't introspect
    This is when your rope only has a couple inches left
    This is when your hopes only have a couple minutes left
    No matter how dope, your homies will never get respect 
    An' everyday's like I'm tryin' to wage a bigger threat
    Get heavy play just to try to stage a bigger set
    My steady ways mean I'll never feel the trigger sweat
    Yeah, I got plenty of rage - you haven't figured yet?
    I stomp friends like the bottom of a cigarette
    'Fore they do the same to me - it's such a sick effect
    To be alone is a zone that I fit in best
    Yes, I leave my problems at home where they can get addressed
    And why the fuck do they care about how I'm gettin' dressed?
    I - am - not every other girl that you kids impress
    I'm more focused on the world than getting bigger breasts
    I'm about to snap 'em back and hit you in the neck
    So feel my feelin' 'fore you feelin' like you paralyzed
    I be writin' the realest - you peerin' into Sarah's eyes
    And every second of this record leaves me terrified
    That my optimism lost its rhythm when I dared to fly
    I am me, that's regardless of these starin' eyes
    Can't impact judgement when your subject has been sterilized
    Any questions - I'll be happy just to clarify
    I just want the chance to answer - hope I've clarified

    -Lady Essence

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    Um, damn...

    As you guys might've garnered by now, rap tends to be one of my deep passions. Given that it tends to also receive some of the greatest criticism for both being both still a very young genre (it's only 50 years old, at oldest; and remember the reaction when rock first hit the scene? Okay, not literally remember...) and for its popular genre to happen to be...well, fascinating and yet terrifyingly problematic.

    So, whenever I find a really great rap song, I try to share it as much as I can. Most recently, I reviewed Kanye's All of the Lights. I've done lists of some of my favorite story-telling songs. Et cetera.

    What's nice about Lady Essence is that she's an underground artist so I feel like I'm encouraging the continual blooming of hip hop here; oh, that's the other thing I like - she clearly listens to rap (some underground emcees - those generally who're not involved in the underground culture - clearly just picked up learning rap because of the popular stuff they've seen and, thus, tend to only focus on rapping without the cultural history of producing beats, deliverance form, and themes), so she's keeping rap in the vein of the hip hop culture. She's part of a three-to-four person crew called In the Attic. Personally, of the other two I've heard, I'm not nearly impressed as I am with her.

    On top of having an insane and utterly on point flow, she tends to have fairly intriguing topics. Plus, while not being heavy on the wordplay, her rhyme is insane, to the point that I'm just severely impressed every time she's able to articulate such concrete thoughts while having some insanely complex things going on in her rhyme. I mean, there's nothing that's carried out for all too long but there's barely a line where she's not handling two rhyme schemes at once in the above verse, not to mention that most of her rhymes tend to by multisyllabic.

    Plus, "And every second of this record leaves me terrified/That my optimism lost its rhythm when I dared to fly"?? Perfect beautiful articulation of not only how it feels when you're first transferring your written raps to actual performance (it really is quite daunting; there's a reason why most rap listeners tend to also pair as actual rappers, even if only for leisure) but also any kind of self-doubt when you try to be ambitious.

    "[M]y optimism lost its rhythm when I dared to fly." Gah, love it.

    An actual studio version of this song is on In the Attic's first mixtape, which you can download for free here: http://www.divshare.com/download/12457777-ab0 (don't worry, they released it for free).

    Also, the link to Lady Essence at ReverbNation and her Facebook page, respectively: http://www.reverbnation.com/essencehiphop and http://www.facebook.com/pages/Lady-Essence/101023706628841. The ReverbNation page has a bunch of tracks not on the crew album as well as some which don't appear on her Youtube page. If you want the Youtube URL, just follow either Youtube video here - they're both from her channel.

    Also, if you're interested in an interview with her (which I think is pretty illuminating about her as a person): http://usmfreepress.org/2010/12/lady-essence/.

  • If you haven't heard "All of the Lights" by Kanye yet, I highly suggest listening to it. Someone in the comments said (I know, I shouldn't use YouTube as my barometer for judging society at large) that, while the music was great, the song wasn't saying anything of importance.

    Well, I haven't reviewed any music in a long while (and, yes, the Archaic Word of the Day will come...soon), so, I may as well respond.

    First off, Kanye easily (okay, probably not easily) accomplishes what I'd want to do with rap if I was any ways along the lines of competency when it comes to producing and sampling.

    Essentially, you have the traditional form of beat production which is generally lo-fi samples that stress simplicity. Sure, you also have G-funk but it's generally readily evident that some form of repetition (given that it is a sample being repeated) is at work in the beat.

    I would love to really go beyond that. Don't just sample, say, horns or piano but actually have it do something as well. Have it shift and sound live and elaborate while still encompassed by the cadence.

    All of the lights is one example where Kanye does this. Rich horns, intermingled with piano. Yet it doesn't just stop there. At one point, the cadence drops out as you just get this fan-fair of horns. At another point, the piano gets its spotlight while a hook is sung over them. "All of the Lights" isn't the utmost best example of this type of dynamic sampling but it's a sufficient one. And it sounds gorgeous.

    And the very next thing I love about this track is once again in the production. Loud and defiant, the beat alone (not including the fact it's backed by a great refrain sung by Rhianna) sounds joyous really. Add in the deliciously scattered drums that back most of the song and it really just sounds completely energetic.

    And, given the refrain, nothing seems to contradict this: "Turn up the lights in here baby/Extra bright, I want y'all to see this/Turn up the lights in here, baby/You know what I need, want you to see everything, want you to see all of the lights," Rhianna starts off, sounding perfectly fine like a normal pop song. It's uproarious and sounds utterly (simplistically) hedonistic. Rhianna goes on to also mention, "Fast cars, shooting stars, all of the lights, all of the lights," sounding off traditional bravado that we've heard from rap time and time again. But, in the next line of the refrain, she rattles off, "Until they see exactly where we are." Not really menacingly or forebodingly but almost matter-of-factly. What else would you expect with the spotlight/limelight? You want to be watched because you wanted the attention to begin with. In the next lines, delivered in the same vein as the last, she tells us, "If you want, you can get it for the rest of your life," amid harmonizing vocals that continue to build up the soaring refrain. Rather than offer anything new with the last line, she just repeats the fact.

    Enter a Kanye that delivers his next two couplets with such perfect building franticness to highlight the utter genius of them that I'm willing to forgive the use of the n-word and appreciate the way the childlike naïveté in his last line (almost refusing to believe it possible that people - or particular people - can die) highlights the point even better: "Something wrong/I hold my head/MJ gone/Our nigga dead!"

    Ignoring the many times that Kanye has referenced/used Michael in his work in the past, it perfectly captures 1. the iconic stature of MJ as a figure and, in some cases, a symbol and what that might mean to people but 2. it also gets at how close to home that death really is. For Kanye, he would've grown up with Michael.  Death of an artist who deteriorated just like Kanye often seems to, death of his childhood, death of memories of the very first notions of black artists becoming major (lasting) pop icons during the time of MJ's rise to popularity, to list a few things I've read and thought of off the top of my head. Who's to say whether Kanye meant any of them but it's easy to understand the feeling of the very world you understood falling apart under such gigantic changes.

    Understandably, that's what continues to follow. A man (narrated through Kanye) goes to jail for hitting his wife. When he comes back, he goes home to find his wife with another man. The verse ends with Kanye declaring, "I had to take him to that Ghetto University!"

    And throughout all of this, Kanye sounds utterly paranoid. Which is perfect. Before Rhianna gets to sing the refrain again, Kanye blurts out in venting fashion, "Cop lights, flash lights, spotlights, strobe lights, street lights," before Rhianna joins his for a sung, "All of the lights," after which Kanye gets in again with, "Fast life, drug life, thug life, rock life, every night!"

    Which, of course, only makes sense. If you're in the spotlight, everything you do is going to be shown and fully present: the good and the ugly. And it's under those lights that Kanye is so frantic, so desperately paranoid. Because, the lights ensure one other thing - you can't hide. The world is falling apart, (probably even more terrifyingly because) it's your fault, and all of this is on sight for everyone. It's no wonder that Kanye delivers his lines with a near delirium.

    The second verse is about as short as the first, opening with, "Restraining order/Can't see my daughter:/Her mother, brother, grandmother hate me in that order," and detailing the narrator's desire to see his daughter, even going as far to stupidly say, "Told her, she take me back -/I'll be more supportive." The verse ends with the lines, echoing the end of the first verse, "She need her daddy/Baby, please/Can't let her grow up in that Ghetto University!"

    The first time I heard the phrase, I thought it was stupid. Most poor phrasing from Kanye to vaguely describe thoughts that aren't fully fleshed out. But then I thought about the contrast he's making between the first verse and the second.

    In the first, he delivers the lines with an almost brag, despite the obvious hastiness in his voice. There's not really a sense that he feels like he did anything wrong, at least. Sure, he hit his wife. But she's with another man; clearly he should teach them a lesson and beat the crap out of the guy. School him in the ghetto: violence. You cross/fuck with me, I beat your ass.

    However, by the second verse, each line seems to be increasing the fear in his voice. By the time he hits, "Baby, please," it sounds like a terrible beg that's fighting to hold back tears. The Ghetto University line, however, sounds like downright fear. And it isn't the same as the first verse; no one is getting beaten up here. But both times something is getting schooled in the ghetto.

    And, really, what is a university? It's not just a school. It's higher education, that which is supposed to prepare you for life, give you the life lessons that you keep for life and will ensure your survival in the world. Yet this is not what he wants for his daughter. What would be the result? We might imagine it'd be the exact same as the father. When he shouts for her not to grow up in the Ghetto University, he's literally pleading for his ex-wife to not continue the cycle. Beautifully, Kanye is illistrating the way in which systems like the ghetto just wind up creating a cycle that falls back on itself (father's not there, kid grows up messed up, winds up in jail, repeats the same thing for his kids).

    Does this forgive the father? No; just as much as it doesn't forgive Kanye's outburst on the stage with Taylor Swift (or many of the other uniquely Kanye things Yeezy's good at). But it does make him more sympathetic.

    Honestly, My Beautiful Dark Twisted Fantasy is an incredibly impressive album. I'm not sure if it's a perfect album yet (Kanye has an incredible knack for getting guest apprearances that completely don't realize what he was intending to do with the song. Nicki Minaj doesn't ruin "All of the Lights", though she doesn't add much either; though, in her defense, Kanye gave a lot of his guests strangely small space (Fergie's verse is, literally, like 4 lines), plus Nicki Minaj delivers one of the best verses of last year on "Monster"). Regardless, though, there are utter gems like this one on the album, plus - even if the verses aren't perfect - all of the production is absolutely perfect on every song. No lie. I'm not exagerating, 100%. If anything, it'll be wonderful ear candy for you.

    I highly suggest getting it.