There’s been a dearth of ye-ye goddesses around here lately. As remedy, here’s a track unusual for its distorted guitar.
I’m Not Impressed
This goes absolutely nowhere. I think AI will end up being just another tool. Many young people already prefer older music, and I think that will continue the more artificial music becomes.
For No Particular Reason
Enjoy. Or don’t.
Pachel-Rebellion
We’ve discussed Pachelbel’s annoying Canon, one of the most loved and hated of works. Here’s a version I can almost get behind. This is played by some early music specialists (who are good when they stick to early music) in a way Pachelbel would recognize, and unlike the arrangement you usually hear, it actually moves along. On the other hand, the lush, syrupy version heard in waiting rooms, elevators, and businesses seeking an ambience of upscale exclusivity, is a 1960’s arrangement by the French conductor Jean-François Paillard. It doesn’t move; it just sits there and oozes. And it takes way too long considering it’s the same damn thing over and over. It’s a heavily romanticized take on a baroque piece, sort of equivalent to Muzak Beatles.
When the early music version was released, some purchasers angrily returned it because they wanted the jewelry store version.
While writing this, I was trying to remember what TV ads featured the Canon. I incorrectly remembered it as being in one of the Grey Poupon ads. A quick YouTube search revealed that one of those ads used part of one of Bach’s Brandenburg Concertos. When I arrive in the Great Beyond, J.S. Bach is going to KICK MY ASS. Because the Canon is still trash; it’s just way better trash when played fast.
Lock Me In And Throw The Key Away
Into Cherry Blossom Clinic, that is. Glib songs of mental institutions were an interesting sub-genre in the mid sixties. Perhaps the strangest was this novelty hit. The B-side of it was the same song backwards. Yes, I owned a copy, as did many of my fellow devotees of MAD and CRACKED. I was in 4th grade, OK?
A darker take on such facilities came from Porter Wagoner. But even it sounded funny to anyone under thirty at the time, and to pretty much everybody now.
No insitutions in these, but I have to add these two faves. I’m wondering if our resident Pacific Northwesterner knew anyone lucky enough to have seen the Sonics in their glorious prime.
More Rod
Rod wants you to look at his ass, and who am I to deny him?
This Is Cool
Yeah, I’m a dork.
Christian Rock 101
So this is how they do it.
Latin Football Cheers
Football season is over of course, but you can use these for any sport. It’s not like Latin had a real equivalent for “touchdown” anyway.
Sequimini, sequimini, facite ut pilam relinquat!
Pursue them, pursue them, make them relinquish the ball!
Illos repellite, expellite, compellite ad fugiendum!
Repel them, expel them, compel them to retreat!
Utinam vincamus!
Oh, would that we would score!
Volebamus atque volemus pilam trans metas deponi!
We have been wanting and shall continue to want a touchdown!
Those are from Latin For All Occasions, by Henry Beard, a Classics major who went on to co-found National Lampoon. For years people gave me books like that.
Here’s a bonus (under “LATIN AT THE AIRPORT”) that might come in handy as we enter the imperial era:
Recedite, plebes! Gero rem imperialem!
Stand aside, plebeians! I am on imperial business!
Sly!
Yes, please.