Posts Tagged ‘album

28
Apr
23

Does a Perfect Music Album Exist?

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I know many music lovers and chasers, these days, don’t even think about music in terms of CDs or maybe even albums; they just seek out “tracks” on some online supply chain. You probably watch the latest music video when it “drops” and leave the rest to social-media gossip. But, I still find myself sifting through CDs, new and old, like autumn leaves, looking for those that satisfy my interests, sometimes just for their cover art.

The average CD (and LP, or larger vinyl record) has one good song on it, typically the one played on the radio to promote the artist/CD. How sad is that?! ‘One good song on an album! That’s a waste. But, it’s truth. Unless you’re a slave to the sounds an artist or band makes, there may only be one good song on that foolishly prized and perhaps highly promoted album.

Not too long ago, in my perspective of time, there was such a thing as a “single” which came on an audio cassette or “45.” You could get a favored song in some format and replay it until the damn thing became warped. I wouldn’t recommend listening to music that way; but it did cut down on costs (sort of).

I can rattle off a few names of soloists and bands that have been sold on the radio only to disappoint when I push myself to pick up one of their albums. The Killers, Sting, Seal, Motley Crue, Nickelback, Sponge, Sum 41, AC/DC, the Fray, Train, Filter, Limp Bizkit, Jimmy Eat World, Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, All-American Rejects,** Green Day, Len, MC Hammer, the Cranberries,^^ the Proclaimers, etc. When you’re dishing out chunks of money to savor 1-3 “hit” songs on a CD or LP, you’re wasting your time and money…which is why, I suppose, now there are so many people “streaming” and “ripping” single tracks from online sources. It’s still sad for the countless other songs that are left in the waste bin; the artists spend who-knows-how-much time crafting those just to be ignored…except, maybe, by die-hard fans who will eat anything.

**Gee. You’d think there was something in the name to tell you purchasing an album is a bad idea.

^^The Corrs have a similar vocal quality and generally more pleasant music. I might still cut a Corrs album down to 1-3 songs worth replaying, but, overall, their music is less dreary than that of the Cranberries.

[Just to be clear…the number of great songs on any particular album is not necessarily limited to those replayed on the radio. Now and then, there are tracks the radio ignores which have replay merit. It’s just convenient, it seems, how the radio seems to spotlight certain songs which, in turn, become replay-worthy/favored. I wonder how that happens.]

Far less often do I find what can only be described as a “gem,” an album I can play start-to-finish without wincing or feeling the slightest discomfort, enough discomfort to skip a track (or two). And, if an artist or band could produce an album that is a treat all the way through…well…that would shine brighter than a diamond, shine brighter than a diamond…in the sky.

The closest I have come to a gem of an album might be Katy Perry’s pop-rock debut, titled One of the Boys. If there is a bad track on that (CD), it’s still decent music, which is saying something, considering how many albums I’ve had to sit through and wonder why I want them to be better than they are. I don’t know exactly why I should hold that album up as the standard by which I measure all others…but I think I have to do just that. [That does not mean I have to dwell upon cherry Chapstick or scantily clad women firing whipped cream from spray cans from their bras in the company of Snoop Dogg.]

I consider myself a rather strong fan of bands like Linkin Park and Foo Fighters. Both are great workout bands; you could set yourself up in a gym with a treadmill and/or punching bag and get a great workout while listening to the music. Yet, if I go through their albums, I am still likely to find at least 1-3 songs on each (CD) that I could do without.

Linkin Park is obsessively angry, sad and occasionally painful. [So, why do I like their songs and own almost every album? I’m not sure, considering I listen to music to get out of a bad mood/rut and be inspired. I guess life hasn’t been great, so far; so I use the music as a sort of therapy. I know that I definitely decode the songs well and enjoy the occasional thunderstorm; I don’t replay them daily…even if I used to hear the band, daily, on the radio.] Numb is potent, powerfully emotional and makes me think of the tense relationship I have had with my own parents. In the End, which is quite similar to Numb, has its own unique ending which leaves you deep in thought, sometimes about who you can trust, as the lyrics say. The music seems fit for some really gritty, pulse-pounding action/fantasy movie…maybe a “dark knight” story…not exactly a confusing, disappointing Transformers spectacle. I hear a Linkin Park song and almost immediately start plotting a movie scene or video of my own. Linkin Park put out break-up songs that you wouldn’t necessarily associate with a romantic partner. [Tragically, they also seem to stimulate deadly thoughts.]

The average Foo Fighters song makes you wish you had long, messy hair and the space to thrash around the room with it. They’re generally a raging party band. But, not every track is like that; a few can be a bit sad and somewhat repetitive, like a broken record (namely Times Like These, which feels more like a jam/practice session than something you want to enjoy with friends…even though it has a few inspirational moments/lyrics). I tend to dismiss those and replay the ones I prefer. The Pretender, All My Life, Everlong and Walk are frequently favored.

Outside what may be considered the commercial box are artists/groups like Mannheim Steamroller and Bond. You may not know them by name but may recognize some of their (mostly) instrumental music. Not every piece they put out is a runaway hit. Some are sleepers…or remotely annoying. Yet, Mannheim Steamroller has crafted sooo many albums, and each has a certain magical, artistic quality; you feel like you’re filling a bookshelf with colorful covers rather than collecting music. I’d certainly use a few covers as wall art. Their Christmas albums have, maybe, one or two songs, each, which I’d scrap; otherwise, they are decent varieties/blends of holiday music. I only have two by Bond, a fairly daring group of women who try to be unique, even when they may be merely changing a few notes in a piece of music by someone else; both feel more like cover-band collections than original works. Yet, there is something about the spell woven by Bond that keeps me looking for more from them.

As an artist, myself (a visual artist with an interest in crafting music, as well as fashion and other types of art), most music I look to as a means of inspiration, something to fuel my own creativity. I don’t use music to harp on anyone. I won’t likely craft something that marks someone for life unless I genuinely believe that person is evil. And, even then, I wouldn’t want to hear my own words repeating those hateful messages…because it would bring the past misery back into focus. If someone came to me and said they loved one of those hateful, menacing songs, what sort of person would I be to agree or smile? A dark wizard, I guess.

What about you and your luck at finding good music?

What albums would you consider those rare gems (and why)?

And, which would you rather cut apart just to get out one or two great songs (which are probably replayed on the radio, in excess)?

13
Dec
22

Happy Birthday, Tay…at MIDNIGHT

My muse, you’ve struck, again…before the midnight of your special day.  I have spent another countless batch of nights, inspired by you, crafting these creative pieces.  I hope you get the chance to enjoy them.  [If not, I may have to relocate to another “platform.”]  As I write these words, I have yet to sample your latest album.  Yet, the mere title (Midnights) struck a chord with me.  As always, you are a vision.  [But, something you said to Jimmy Fallon has me worried you might be riddled with toxins that pour out in your screw-you-lousy-lover songs.  That’s not exactly positive inspiration.  But, you, yourself, somehow remain a muse.]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, TAY!

 

It started with this vision…trying to capture the look of your striking eyes in a fairly simple anime quality, emulating an anime that made me think of you.

Then, thinking about astrology, this happened…

Then, I started seeing you in superheroine costumes.

 I went back to my silhouette phase…  [The one on the far right, the smaller figure, is supposed to be a younger you, when you just started becoming famous.]

I took a quantum leap back to older anime…

Then this funny thing happened…I was thinking about Dick Tracy…and the 1990 McDonald’s promotion…and I thought…what if YOU were the detective…

And, most recently, I heard of this album, Midnights.  I have no clue what it entails.  But, the title, alone, gave me these ideas…  [The bag *Red* is carrying was originally intended to be a pizza carrier.  But, thinking of you, I thought it might hold some records…like the ones you’ve been re-recording to sort out that whole rights-to-the-originals matter.  Red Writing Tay is slipping away into the night with her original creations.]

 

Depending upon how you prefer to imagine/style your hair, you may or may not favor one or more of the above.  I stuck with one hairstyle but a few different blonde shades.  And, I wasn’t sure about adding the snake (your Chinese astrology sign) and/or guitar (if I got the proportions wrong).  But, there you have it.  The conclusion of the birthday parade for 2022.

Enjoy.  HUGS

[If, for some reason, this does not post at midnight, the moment your special day begins, blame WordPress.  I tried.]

18
May
20

Watching a Tay in Paris; a Capital One Performance

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So, I see an ad for a rare televised concert with the lovely Tay Swift and try my lousy best to remind myself when it airs. [I don’t follow her religiously on cable/pay-per-view/internet TV; so I’m surely missing several previous concerts and wondering why the local TV station felt it was time to broadcast one…maybe just to work a deal with Capital One and fill otherwise dead air time? I am fairly sure this Paris Lover concert aired previously on some other platform.]

I miss the first fifteen minutes while struggling to keep up with a mad movie I should have just skipped (but there really wasn’t anything great to watch, anyway). Then a light went off in my head, while dabbling with something creative, and I ran to see if it was still on. It was…and I felt self-conscious within a matter of minutes. [And, I tell myself, “At least, it’s not a teeny-bopper concert.”] Apparently, it was only an hour long?

My first impression…

I see several cameras taking shots of young women, mostly teenage girls, in the audience. And, everyone seems to be wearing some kind of light-up wristband…which reminds me of a picture I made of/for Tay with light streaming off a bracelet. I don’t exactly see any MEN cheering for or even ogling her. Maybe the guys are afraid of being targeted by the typically oppositional feminine energy. [So, I guess this is just a young meeting of the women’s movement, and I’m the lone thin-haired guy in the audience at The View.]

Also, Tay…looks a bit rough. She’s wearing a hot mess of black fabric and glitter. [Anyone cued up to do as her songs say is probably itching to fire flaming amazon arrows at me, right now, just for saying anything remotely critical.] She looks made up yet like she got caught in the rain and had to tie her clothes in knots to keep them from falling off. [Did I miss the rain delay? Did I forget someone mentioning she performed despite the rain? I thought I had heard something, once, about her performing on a rainy day.] But, it’s okay. I kinda like her this way. Aside from the glittery bits, which are a distraction, she looks raw, natural, down-to-earth, vulnerable…well, as vulnerable as she can until you get a good look at the usual red lips and heavy eye makeup.

[I’ve been looking over and for Tay photos, recently, to expand and improve my “artistic interpretations.” And, I’ve noticed Tay going through so many changes, so many different looks and hairstyles. Even in her Paris concert photos, she exhibits a few different looks, like she colors her hair every day (or wears wigs?). Even her “rival,” Katy Perry doesn’t seem to vary her looks that often; at least, not lately; nor Lady Gaga who, a few years ago, you’d see popping up in some crazy costume nearly every week (it seemed). And, I begin to wonder if she isn’t perpetually in some sort of identity crisis, not quite sure who to be and how to protect herself from the media shit storm, even when it’s not focused on her.

I get this feeling like she’s a delicate yet bold and brave flower tossing in a hurricane, torn between following some trend and being true to herself. Or, she just has the good genes (genes that don’t cause hair to fall out when you color it, for example) and ability to change her appearance like a superheroine or shapeshifter. And, some of the outfits she ends up wearing…they’re like “disaster relief” instead of “superstar glam.” I feel slightly motivated to play fashion coordinator for her…and slightly afraid someone would bite my fingers off just for trying.]

Getting back to the concert and the music…

With all of the commercial breaks–including plenty of Capital One ads–and a few behind-the-scenes bits, I’m not seeing much performance. I think I saw her sing four songs before the show ended. And, two of those were songs I had heard on the radio. But…something wasn’t quite right.

I put the captions (CC) on to see the lyrics (just because I wanted a bit of a karaoke experience and know how folks can poorly hear the real words when they are sung in a swirling sea of music). And, the words I saw on the screen did not match what Tay was singing. At least…they didn’t match what I was hearing. And, apparently, the audience was singing some second part whispered in the background of the track, because Tay sang one line, and the captions displayed another while the cameras cut to the audience (who I couldn’t hear singing anything).

Doing my best to calm down (eh) and not be too loud (me? standing on pins and needles with my index finger precariously pressed to my lips as I watch?), I also noticed, during that particular song, Tay had assistance from dancers who looked less drag-ish than her video counterparts. [And, thank gawd, there wasn’t an appearance by a bothersome poser-painter.] I did enjoy the big-screen graphical assistance and the overall energy of the performance…though the audience getting vocal over Tay’s…dancing was excessive.

[Just in case anyone is bothered and concerned I may be purely critical, here, I want to ensure I was just happy to see Tay perform on TV…I wanted to see her…not to judge her…but hoping every song wasn’t a coded message to some past relationship she had, like numerous other albums. On that note, when she says things like “twenty-year sleep,” I’m thinking…she has been deceived by boyfriends since she was ten? And, now that’s over?]

So, after a few typical tourist-y photos of Paris and slightly odd backstage clippings, we get to the end of the concert and the part where the performer tells the audience she’s never had this much fun. [UUUUGH! Yes, a grown man just turned into a groaning teenager. I know it’s something performers do, but I thought…I thought she was more…”real”…and that such sentiments could never be genuine. Do you say such things just to be nice? I mean…surely, she gets around and has had similar experiences.]

And, finally, during the end credits, I see the words “worship,” “love” and “false god” appear on the screen. So, I turn up the volume and listen (closer)… Is that what she’s singing? Worship love even if it’s a false god? What does that mean? That bit stuck with me the rest of the night like a bad taste in the mouth. Darn coded messages! [And, I feel so clueless, which really sucks when you pride yourself on being a metaphor man.] What was she trying to say in that song?

Help me out, dear and enduring (because I write so much in this space and am probably testing your peepers) readers. Was it…

A) She is a false god, some evil being posing as a sort of “messiah” and deceiving us all in her sway?

B) She is not the goddess people claim her to be; she wants people to know she’s just a down-to-earth gal so she stays humble and isn’t transformed in some vile way by the forces steering her career?

C) She sees past relationships (loves) as deceptive hopes put on high pedestals and repeats this mantra to herself to acknowledge her mistakes…in a way that isn’t her previous I’m-going-to-lace-my-present-hatred-of-you-after-I-dated-you-in-a-song mentality?

D) She has lost her lofty view of true love and now thinks in a more non-spiritual, earthy way, like so many others I’ve met, those who’ve been stripped of their souls by routine sexual pursuits?

Now then…I got all that out of my system and feel I can get on with my day. It’s probably best I don’t dwell much more on the subject. But, I’ll be “chuffed” if I see some responses to my question. [I used that word correctly; yes?]

03
Aug
19

In Other T. Swift News… August, 3, 2019

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The fires of my feelings for Tay Swift continue to burn and cause me internal upsets as I periodically wonder…and worry…what’s in store for her.  Or, rather, worry what some other prince and big machine…er, corporate nightmare may do.

I am reaching out to the universe to guide and assist me.  And, the universe…and Tay…have a way of speaking.  Or, am I imagining some of these things?

While doing some leisurely shopping with family, I came upon an old CD of Tay’s and *swiftly* purchased it; my first Tay Swift CD (because intense mixed feelings have kept me from investing in the music, feelings I’ve already touched on in other posts and cannot adequately/briefly describe here).  It felt strange.  I felt like some creepy older guy buying a kid…kid’s old music.  The CD was unopened, factory sealed, as if someone had a flash of interest or received it for free and cast it aside.  The cover glistened with gold, screaming SPEAK NOW.

[And, you know what makes that album special?  2010.  Well…it wasn’t the first year I noticed you/Tay.  But, I think, in 2010, I started speaking to people about my infatuation with you/Tay.  My first artworks, of a digital sort, began around 2009, as was a special gift I made for someone, who was trying to secure a relationship with someone she loved, with the words of your Love Story.  I think, as my memory currently fails me (I should have notes on this somewhere), my first glimpse was sometime between 2001 and 2007, before Katy Perry had her debut CD/fans.  But, around 2010, I began admitting my feelings.  When people would ask if I had aspirations to marry her/you, I’d timidly say, “Yeah.  I mean, she’s just…special.”  I’d brace myself for laughter/ridicule and my own feeling of foolishness for carrying such a torch, for essentially being the guy with the poster on his wall and all the other fan swag, though I continue to admit I am not a superfan…more of a personal, sensitive admirer who is vibrating from your aura, not your stardom.]

I felt as if some ghostly hand was tapping me on the shoulder, telling me to say something.  Say what, universal Tay?  What haven’t I said?  What should I say?

Or, have I said something right and am now being heard?  Because I am picking up little signals as if either I am getting through…or someone else is having the same thoughts, and I am just picking up echoes in the airwaves, like seeing a TV show on the west coast a few hours after it already aired on the east coast.

I see a new album on the horizon…titled Lover…and that has me (concerned) something else is on the horizon.  On one hand, I should be happy for her (if it is).  I shouldn’t be casting any doubt or pushing any buttons labeled CANCEL.  But, on the other hand, if I may be so selfish, I hear a lil voice in my head that looks like Tay in nerdy glasses shouting something about sitting on the bleachers.

I just watched a video for a song called The Archer which resonates strongly with me, though the message is a bit cloudy at parts.  Tay, you kinda go in circles with that one.  I presume it’s a meditative tool, a means of looking at yourself in the mirror.  But, it also speaks, as many of your songs do, to some mystery figure either in your life or in your fantasies.  As I listened to the words and music, I felt like I was sitting in some humid room with sun slicing through window blinds and a fan running…and I felt this vibration running through me like I was being probed by an alien spaceship.  I felt half-naked and uneasy, under scrutiny and grasping for understanding.  I felt a ghostly hand reaching out to merge with another.  I saw astrological imagery spanning across a sunrise (or sunset).

I felt like I am/was so close to something real; I can almost smell it.  And, I’m left with an inexplicable ache when the music ends.  I don’t want that to be the feeling I get when I hear her, your voice, Tay.  But, I don’t know how to resolve the feelings I have without you.  Yet, as with many things in my experience/life, no matter what I think, life finds a way.  I just wish and hope the way leads to you and I meeting in the middle.

You see…not a typical fan.  I can’t say I am a fan.  I am an admirer…a fantasy lover…in a little town called WordPress.  [Well, me fantasizing about you as a lover.  I am not sure you’d fantasize about me…but you probably DO fantasize about someone like me.]

Maybe you’re right.  I just need to *calm down.*  [I doubt you’ll forgive me for being a bit gay-phobic, when it comes to gay men, at least.  And, I know I’ve said some hateful things about Ryan Reynolds, but did you have to include him in that video as a painter?…was that a not-so-subtle message to me?]

Stay tuned, Tay fans.  And, send those good vibes and wishes my (our) way.

And, Tay?  YYYou know what to dooo.  [I personally am not sure where else to send my thoughts/words.  The channels are murky at best.]

 

 




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