I like the concept of an ILL (interactive Listening Log). As well as the above see what you think of Just Landed Cosmic Kid by Michael Bundt. Found the track below on a Soul Jazz Krautrock compy... think you may like, chap.
Talk about the album like you're a German kid on an exchange trip to Brussles but your Mum only decided to pack Lederhosen and you're spending most of your week with this as your only solace because all the locals take the piss out of you whilst tucking into their expensive chocolates (apart from NicholasW, who we all know is Belgium #plugjoke).
Ich habe gerade in Brussles besuchte meine erste Klassen hier. Meine Klassenkameraden sind einer interessanten Art. Das scheint eine Vorliebe für Schokoladenkonsum und eine starke Abneigung gegen korrekte Mode-Trends haben. Ich danke Ihnen für die Zusendung meiner geliebten Lederhosen für mich, um etwas Speicher von zu Hause haben, aber sogar noch mehr, Mutter Ich muss Ihnen für die Zusendung mit meinem ach so geliebten Just Landed Cosmic Kind. Aus diesen dunklen Nächten, als meine Klassenkameraden habe meine Lederhose, wie ein Seil verwendet werden, um tetherball spielen, mal jenen Moogs und dem schönen Motorik sind mein einziger Trost, und was für ein Trost sie sind. Wenn Michael Bundt zieht diese spacigen Synths, fühle ich mich in der deutschen Nachthimmel fliegen, und ich erinnere mich, nach Hause, außer wie ein Super-futuristischen Version Version davon, wo ich mehrere Roboter-Implantate und kann in den Köpfen der Menschen zu sehen. Es ist ziemlich beängstigend in einem Sinn, aber dann wieder so ist mein geliebter Deutschland, so dass alles klappt. Oh Mutter, das ist genau so, wie es ist zerebrale Club freundlich. Ich fühle mich tanzen zu den Klängen von zu Hause. Die Brüsseler Kindern finde es seltsam, und fragen, ob es einige Nazi-Tanzritual, aber mit so beutiful synth Modulationen Ich würde kaum egal, ob es waren.
Ich komme bald Mutter zu sein, und Michale Bundt wird Klopfen seine Schlüssel und drehte den Zifferblättern für mich den ganzen Weg nach Hause. Jetzt bin ich gerade weg, meine Lederhose für die Ganoven Brüssel zurückfordern.
Mit Liebe,
Fritz
Wunderbar! But the Google translation back to English is even more hilarious:
I just attended my first classes in Brussles here. My classmates are an interesting way. This seems to be a preference for chocolate consumption and a strong aversion to correct fashion trends have. Thank you for sending my beloved leather pants for me to have some memory of home, but even more, mother I need you for sending my oh so beloved Just Landed Cosmic child. On those dark nights when my classmates have my leather pants, like a rope can be used to play tetherball, sometimes those Moog and the beautiful motor skills are my only consolation, and what a comfort they are. When Michael Bundt pulls this spacey synths, I feel fly in the German night sky, and I remember, home, except like a super-futuristic version to see version of it where I can more robotic implants and in the minds of people , It is quite scary in a sense, but then again so is my beloved Germany, so that everything works. Oh mother, that's exactly the way it is cerebral Club friendly. I feel dancing to the sounds of home. The Brussels kids find it strange, and ask if there is some Nazi-dance ritual, but with so beutiful synth modulations I would hardly matter if it were.
I'll be right to be a mother, and Michale Bundt is tapping his keys and turning the dials for me all the way home. Now I'm just off to reclaim my lederhosen for crooks Brussels" _________________ 'Reggae' & t'ing Folk 'n Stuff SHAMELESS RECORD DEALER PLUG
I like the concept of an ILL (interactive Listening Log). As well as the above see what you think of Just Landed Cosmic Kid by Michael Bundt. Found the track below on a Soul Jazz Krautrock compy... think you may like, chap.
Talk about the album like you're a German kid on an exchange trip to Brussles but your Mum only decided to pack Lederhosen and you're spending most of your week with this as your only solace because all the locals take the piss out of you whilst tucking into their expensive chocolates (apart from NicholasW, who we all know is Belgium #plugjoke).
Ich habe gerade in Brussles besuchte meine erste Klassen hier. Meine Klassenkameraden sind einer interessanten Art. Das scheint eine Vorliebe für Schokoladenkonsum und eine starke Abneigung gegen korrekte Mode-Trends haben. Ich danke Ihnen für die Zusendung meiner geliebten Lederhosen für mich, um etwas Speicher von zu Hause haben, aber sogar noch mehr, Mutter Ich muss Ihnen für die Zusendung mit meinem ach so geliebten Just Landed Cosmic Kind. Aus diesen dunklen Nächten, als meine Klassenkameraden habe meine Lederhose, wie ein Seil verwendet werden, um tetherball spielen, mal jenen Moogs und dem schönen Motorik sind mein einziger Trost, und was für ein Trost sie sind. Wenn Michael Bundt zieht diese spacigen Synths, fühle ich mich in der deutschen Nachthimmel fliegen, und ich erinnere mich, nach Hause, außer wie ein Super-futuristischen Version Version davon, wo ich mehrere Roboter-Implantate und kann in den Köpfen der Menschen zu sehen. Es ist ziemlich beängstigend in einem Sinn, aber dann wieder so ist mein geliebter Deutschland, so dass alles klappt. Oh Mutter, das ist genau so, wie es ist zerebrale Club freundlich. Ich fühle mich tanzen zu den Klängen von zu Hause. Die Brüsseler Kindern finde es seltsam, und fragen, ob es einige Nazi-Tanzritual, aber mit so beutiful synth Modulationen Ich würde kaum egal, ob es waren.
Ich komme bald Mutter zu sein, und Michale Bundt wird Klopfen seine Schlüssel und drehte den Zifferblättern für mich den ganzen Weg nach Hause. Jetzt bin ich gerade weg, meine Lederhose für die Ganoven Brüssel zurückfordern.
Mit Liebe,
Fritz
Wunderbar! But the Google translation back to English is even more hilarious:
I just attended my first classes in Brussles here. My classmates are an interesting way. This seems to be a preference for chocolate consumption and a strong aversion to correct fashion trends have. Thank you for sending my beloved leather pants for me to have some memory of home, but even more, mother I need you for sending my oh so beloved Just Landed Cosmic child. On those dark nights when my classmates have my leather pants, like a rope can be used to play tetherball, sometimes those Moog and the beautiful motor skills are my only consolation, and what a comfort they are. When Michael Bundt pulls this spacey synths, I feel fly in the German night sky, and I remember, home, except like a super-futuristic version to see version of it where I can more robotic implants and in the minds of people , It is quite scary in a sense, but then again so is my beloved Germany, so that everything works. Oh mother, that's exactly the way it is cerebral Club friendly. I feel dancing to the sounds of home. The Brussels kids find it strange, and ask if there is some Nazi-dance ritual, but with so beutiful synth modulations I would hardly matter if it were.
I'll be right to be a mother, and Michale Bundt is tapping his keys and turning the dials for me all the way home. Now I'm just off to reclaim my lederhosen for crooks Brussels"
#monolinguality
Jimmy DreadOld skool like Happy ShopperModeratorProfile 555 Dub Street
Ooooh interactive things! I feel like I'm in a room full of colorful buttons, and pressing them all just for fun waiting for something to self-destruct, haha
I mean...*cough*
Interact...interact
Okay Dbz You probably have already heard it but I want to know your thoughts on this album as if you were an exquisite though charming species of alien that just had come to known humanity (and is very curious to know how it works and why) and this is his/her contact with what they call art
You're a middle aged suburban mom whose family of 5 won a trip to Ghana. Your standard musical consumption is a mix of Taylor Hicks, Barbara Streisand and Josh Groban. Your vacation journey brings you into a Ghana nightclub where Hedzoleh Soundz performs this record note for note...
I dunno if you've heard this one but can you write about it as though you're trying to settle down an unruly mob who wants to drive it out of town for being alternative
You've decided to cue this up to accompany the romantic meal you've just cooked for Kiki, who's coming round for 'supper' imminently. But you want to give it a play-thru first, just to ensure it's going to correct the right 'ambiance' (as opposed to a certain Scissor Sisters track). Write about how much each track increases your heart rate and perspiration (measurements for the latter in cm3) until you hear the doorbell ring, you realise the shirt you're wearing now has two big sweat patches in the armpit area and you're now so nervous you decide to run and hide instead, leaving poor Kiki standing at the door in the pouring rain wearing only a smile and a Manic Street Preachers T-Shirt. _________________ 'Reggae' & t'ing Folk 'n Stuff SHAMELESS RECORD DEALER PLUG
listen to a musical soundtrack of your choice with whatever cast you prefer and respond to it as if you're the New Yorker Broadway critic and your review on opening night will make or break the futures of everyone involved in the production.
Thumbnail. Click to enlarge.
Dr. Horrible's Sing-Along Blog by Various Artists
Sometime in between the lackluster overtly stylized "space western" patchwork and the hackneyed realization of superpowered hedonism and the endorsement thereof, divisive filmmaker/cult leader Joss Whedon took a brief departure into the realm of (quasi) musical theater, or so he would have you believe. Drawing attention to his project via an ostentatiously star-studded lineup and capitalization on the gimmickry present in a divisive writer's strike present at the time, Whedon wheeled his voracious followers and an arguably larger team of converts into the "Cult of Whedon", as well as myself, though to be fair I was getting paid for the ordeal. Truly this lackluster affair will (and has) appeal to the technological (and increasingly unaware) millennial population, but to those of us dedicated to a rich history of musical theater and the cultural implications thereof, this meager approach to (if not appropriation of) the culture of musical theater (which plants it in a nice package for the short-attentioned 20-somthings who will likely be consuming it ad nauseam), it comes across as trite at best. Redemption is not entirely without presence, as in the face of lackluster numbers that feel the product the the "rich history" of the past 5 years or so of popular culture, the individual performers in the piece show an admittedly great deal of promise, with the notable exception of this Neil Patrick Harris fellow, who I do not hesitate to say will likely be experiencing a swift end to his (what I infer to be brief) career in the art world. I truly despair for the future of American youth, and even moreso, for the future of the theater if it is to be placed in their hands. Art has suffered a major blow this day, and I hasten to say it shan't likely ever recover.
Now if you'll excuse me I have a prior engagement to see something by Stephen Sondheim or Andrew Lloyd Webber that I've seen at least 8 times thus far. Now there's art.
You cannot post new topics in this forum You cannot reply to topics in this forum You cannot edit your posts in this forum You cannot delete your posts in this forum You cannot vote in polls in this forum
Jimmy Dread
Antonio-Pedro
meccalecca
Tap
