Comprehensive lyrics

(photo courtesy picksysticks)

As I was leaving for another stage, this  IndiePop singer was singing a song with a very clear lyrics. It was something along the lines of  “All those people in the bar, nobody knows who you really are”

I guess I could enjoy the music that I understand and can relate to. Usually the music I hear (e.g. on the radio) has more than half of the words lost to noise, and the rest are about more simple feelings that are the domain of teenagers.

My weekend was very much off-campus: a friend’s farewell party as he’s leaving for Google, music festival, then flea market. The latter two I happened to explore both on my own, and then later I enjoyed a company.  Both involved seeing a lot of people from the area, and in part mimicking them as I learned their ways of having fun. It’s actually quite hard to have fun on the music festival! If you think about it, what you imagine is a group of best-best friends, all intoxicated, walking between stages, dancing, laughing and talking really loud, playing jokes on each other. Let’s compare it to the picture above. What people actually doing is: walking, standing, resting, talking, taking selfies, checking their phone. The only person having fun is the singer.

Seriously, that’s the generic (free) music festival experience. I was actually happy when I ran into someone who was drunk – as rarely as it was, it made me smile. On the music festivals with a bigger name, people feel more required to get wasted. I myself felt like music festival should be more impressive, more deep experience. And it’s not just about the loudness of the certain harmonics in the music, it’s about how you relate to people around you in your mutual excitement about the musician. I guess paid entrance filters out those “just standing there” and leaves people who actually care about the musician. But still, on the music festival most of the musicians are ones that you never heard about. The connection with the crowd should be established by sole fact that you are all part of something bigger, part of this music culture. And maybe the culture of special clothes, and special ways of getting intoxicated.

So that was what made me disappointed, that’s the bigger target I felt I’m missing. But still, I enjoyed what I had around me, a beautiful music, a company and a strange but inert crowd. I remember somewhere in this blog I said I’ll only go to a music festival when I have a company. So now that wish had come true. Yay!

practice with the mirror!

In fact, all our life can be premeditated and practiced in front of the mirror. Yet people who decide to do so are generally frowned upon. It is more prized to be “genuine”. I would like to go against this flow, and post in public how practicing on my own helped me improve in different areas of life. Last time is was my fashion sense, and photos I got in that mock photoshoot significantly improved my web presence. I also found it the hardest to just stand upright as a fashion pose, or catwalk. Which means more practice required!

This time, we’re going to familiarize ourselves with million of dance moves and choreos that can be found on YouTube. I got one of them from our hip-hop class:

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We are preparing to the dance show this weekend! And even though I joined the classes for the last few month, I’ve never practiced it on my own. So the first hour I devoted to it alone, I found that I am much slower than the music! It took me about 20 runs through the whole thing to get it up to speed. It is truly helpful that the song marks the moves I need to make, so I can compare where I am to the music. Most songs do not have distinct checkpoints, so I suggest starting with the one that does. In my case, it’s Beyonce’s 7/11, where she dances and comments on the moves she’s doing by singing: “Oh, my hand’s up! Now my foot’s up! Don’t ever drink that alcohol!”

classification vs. ranking

It’s funny how a theoretician like me would want to think what sorts of things are out there, whereas my friend experimentalist would rather name his top 10 favorite of them.

In case of music, a pop music fan has a blog where he would post top-100 songs of his choice every year. For me, however, it’s more interesting to list the kinds of music I get to hear in my life. It’s gonna be a very practical classification, one that asks the question “what is this music useful for?” instead of commonly asked “what’s this music style?” So here I go:

  • To enter a front yard of an estate in a chariot and step on the red carpet in a shining victorian jacket
  • To ride a chariot to battle
  • For a surgeon to concentrate before a surgery
  • For a supervillain to play on organ in his den in times of idle planning to conquer the world (Ode to joy will top the list here)
  • For just me, to be humming unconsciously in the middle of the day
  • For a small Jewish boy to show off his skill with an instrument
  • Something that can be a soundtrack for Lord of the Rings
  • Something that can be a soundtrack for a computer game
  • Dance music! one-two-three, one-two-three
  • After a nuclear war, an old radio is playing a song in a deserted capital
  • To beg for money
  • To reach religious trance

And here are a bunch of good sounds that are practically useless:

  • sentimental mood of an educated gentleman
  • educated gentleman suffering of love
  • Chinese symphonic orchestra with a bunch of old instruments and a title like “bird’s song over a mountain river in moonlight”
  • All that jazz