Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts

Thursday, January 6, 2011

Prince plays guitar?!?!?!?!!!!



While My Guitar Gently Weeps, done my Tom Petty and several other great guitar players. I think that's Clapton behind the beard and glasses.

About 3:30 in Prince starts playing a solo. He goes on for the remainder of the video. Utterly unbelievable.

I seem to remember him playing lead guitar on 1999 and Little Red Corvette.  But I don't remember anything like this sort of skill.  Of course, that was a lifetime ago.  So maybe he's been practicing.

That guitar solo could stand with some of the best I've seen/heard from Clapton, Vaughn, and Hendricks.  I had no idea.

Monday, October 11, 2010

Linkin Park grew up?

I've never been a big fan of Linkin Park.  I watched this new video because I heard that the effects were cool and interesting.  That is true, but I must say that the sound and the lyrics are much more mature than I expected from these guys.  I wonder what happened.

The video is worth upscaling to full 1080p HD and watching full screen.







Lyrics (courtesy of directlyrics.com):
This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it forget it
Let it all disappear

Waiting for the end to come
Wishing I had strenght to stand
This is not what I had planned
It’s out of my control

Flying at the speed of light
Thoughts were spinning in my head
So many things were left unsaid
It’s hard to let you go

I know what it takes to move on
I know how it feels to lie
All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

Sitting in an empty room
Trying to forget the past
This was never meant to last
I wish it wasn’t so

What was left when that fire was gone
I thought it felt right but that right was wrong
All caught up in the eye of the storm
And trying to figure out what it’s like moving on

And I don’t even know what kind of things I said
My mouth kept moving and my mind went dead
Picking up those pieces now where to begin
The hardest part of ending is starting again

All I wanna do is trade this life for something new
Holding on to what I haven’t got

This is not the end
This is not the beginning
Just a voice like a riot
Rocking every revision
But you listen to the tone
And the violent rhythm
Though the words sound steady
Something emptys within em

We say yeah

With fists flying up in the air
Like we’re holding onto something that’s invisible there
Cuz we’re living at the mercy of the pain and the fear
Until we dead it forget it
Let it all disappear

Rock Me Baby

Monday, April 5, 2010

Amy Winehouse - Back to Black

I picked up this disc at Half Price Books a few weeks ago.  I had heard good things about it from someone who had gotten me started listening to jazz.

Wow.

I had heard Rehab on the radio.  I had seen the tabloid exploitation of her personal life.  But I wasn't ready for the album.

The Billboard bio is a good starting point for understanding who this person is.  I laughed at these two quotes from their bio:
* "The British press and tabloids seemed to focus on her rowdy behavior and heavy consumption of alcohol, but fans and critics alike embraced her rugged charm, brash sense of humor, and distinctively soulful and jazzy vocals."
* "Nonetheless, her allure has been her songwriting -- almost always deeply personal, but best known for its profanity and brutal candor."

In her songs she is a very bad girl.  "I'll be some next man's other woman soon."  That's not the half of it.  You could call her every name in the book, and she would laugh and agree.  It seems to be all too true.  What an amazing human train-wreck.

I can't think of another example of a bad person who so thoroughly owns their actions.  It's fascinating.  Regret and self-contempt drip from every song.  But she shrugs and admits that she can't change.  If only we could all be so honest.

The lyrics stand on that honesty and openness.  But that's not all there is to this album.  The lyrical poetry is pointed and crisp.  The vocals are as soulful as you've heard.  Her voice is musky and dark, but not what I would call beautiful or powerful.  Her voice matches the lyrics and the music.

The musicians get little credit.  The liner notes say that Amy wrote most of the songs.  There are many musicians, and different musicians on many songs.  But the musicians play to her.  They set the ball right in front of her at the net, and let her take the credit for spiking it.  They play their parts well.  If you didn't speak English you could still enjoy the arrangements and the sounds of it all.

I watched a few videos of Amy's live performances on YouTube.  They lack the power of the album.  Maybe she's just too drunk to perform.  Maybe the studio professionals really are working a miracle on the album.  But as much as I enjoy the album, I wouldn't bother seeing her in concert.

I heartily recommend the album.  There are many bad words, and even the clean words are talking about adult situations (like adultery.)  But you have never heard an adulteress speak so candidly about her failures.  So this is definitely not an album for kids.

But it is a beautiful catastrophe to behold.

Thursday, January 28, 2010

Amazing bass guitar solos

I like rock & roll. I took a semester of guitar in college, and stunk at it.  I lived for a summer and semester with two guys who were drummers in Christian metal bands--and hung around with their band mates quite a bit.  But I don't really know much about bass guitar.

After watching these videos I still don't know much about bass guitar.  But there is some amazing musical skill on display.  I especially liked Buddy Hankerson and Larry Graham.  (And a warning, there is some profanity at the start of Cliff Burton's video.)

Friday, January 22, 2010

Jazz and business

I like music.  I like lots of different types of music.  I don't like polka and country.  I have a strong preference for music that is well played; that is played very professionally.  I like energy.  I like intensity.  I really like changes in intensity--the build-up and powerful crescendo followed by mellow denouement.

I find a lot of that in jazz.  But I don't find a lot of jazz that I like.  We lived in New Orleans for three years and I heard lots of jazz there.  It was very hit-and-miss for me.

I understand the jazz model.  An ensemble of musicians plays a rolling, swinging, flowing song, and one or more of the players will step out of the melody to play a solo--maybe several different solos in the span of one song.  The solos are often improvised and demonstrate a virtuoso skill.  While one player is soloing, the others may extend or alter the base melody of the song in reaction to the solo.  This requires a tremendous amount of practice, skill, and teamwork.

I recently picked up Miles Davis's Kind of Blue and John Coltrane's Stellar Regions.  I really like Kind of Blue.  Much of Stellar Regions I do not like.  On the surface these records seem very similar.  Both are highly rated and highly regarded.  John Coltrane plays on both records--and his solo work is outstanding on both recordings.  To my untrained ear the style and structure of the songs is very similar.

Stellar Regions just contains a number of (for lack of a better word) discordant moments where the solo and the background melody clash.  In a few places that clash is very bitter.  I've just stopped listening to those songs.

The fiftieth anniversary of the recording of Kind of Blue passed the other day.  I had listened to the album in my car that day, and then saw the notice on the internet that night.  I clicked the link and read a little bit about the recording of the album.  I found a note about the recording that stuck out with me.  According to Wikipedia, Miles Davis instructed the players to bound their solos on "modal scales" as opposed to chords.

I'm just beginning to explore modal jazz versus other forms.  But the written descriptions I have seen seem to jive with what my ears have been telling me.

Jazz is a very creative art form.  Musicians are given a tremendous amount of freedom of expression.  But in my experience that freedom often leads to discordances that could be easily avoided if the musicians would limit their freedom of movement to certain boundaries--modal scales.

The same principles are often true in real life, I think.  We often overlook how we are playing ensemble compositions in our marriages, families, and businesses.  We often see advice books for how to be a better husband, or wife, or salesperson, or whatever.  But these books rarely consider the ensemble that we are playing in.

One of Journyx's problems, while I was there, was that we could not decide if we were a product or service company.  I ran the service department, and I wanted to transition us to being a service organization.  I have a lot of respect for Walter and Phil (the two VPs of Sales that I worked with.)  They both made efforts to steer towards becoming a services organization, but they never got there.  I'm sure there are things I could have done better to help them.  I'm not blaming them.  I'm just saying that as a team we were unable to ensemble well.  My services department was discordant against the underlying melody of the product focus of the rest of the company.  And when push came to shove my services department was let go.

Next time I will focus more effort on playing in tune with the rest of my ensemble.