For most of the people I know, there are moments in time they remember that are associated with music. Sometimes, it’s a song that you love. Other times, it’s not that great of a song, but it was out at the time, and you associate that with the time of the event. For instance, when ever I think about the moment when my “best friend” spilled my secret to my crush that I liked him, the song that I remember hearing all of the time was Ghost Town DJ’s “My Boo.” (This was 1996 back in the 3rd grade, BTW.) It all worked out in the end because he was super nice to me after that ^_^ I did like the song back then, too.
For this time in Korea, I think the song is John Park’s “Falling.” It was played everywhere when I arrived here. I couldn’t get away from it. I didn’t like the song at the time, but it grew on me. Each time I went to Paris Baguette, this song played two times each visit. If I turn on the TV, the video for the song would be playing. I could walk down the street, and I would hear it coming out of people car radios without fail. It’s going to be that song that I hear whenever I look back on this experience, which is fine. As long as it not Big Bang’s “Fantastic Baby” then I’m good.
(Fan Girl Moment (a.k.a. FGM), TAEYANG is so hot! I do like Big Bang, but I just don’t like that song…TAEYANG is so hot!…Except he needs a new hair style….TAEYANG is so hot!!!) End FGM.
I should really go to bed, but my rediscovery of Grooveshark and Tumblr has me procrastinating on sleep. However, the sandman seems to have sprinkled his dust on me, for my eyelids are starting to droop and a slight stinging has set upon them. Alas, it is indeed time for me to bid adieu to the internet world, curl up into a comfy ball and listen to podcasts until I drift off into the world of dreams.
I was checking out jsmooth’s tumblr when I came across his post of the first hour of his radio show The Underground commemorating the 2nd anniversary of Michael Jackson’s death. Some of this song was played in a pretty cool MJ mix, which is why it’s stuck in my head.
Off the Wall is my favorite MJ album. You can hear so many different musical influences in the songs: jazz, disco, funk, soft rock, etc. He was really showing his stuff on here. While I found pleasure in listening to Thriller, Bad, Dangerous, as well as his other subsequent material, Off the Wall just has a little more spark to it, in my opinion. (Besides…Rock With You is on it, and that is my jam! I have yet to have a playlist without that song.)
I’m thinking about buying a turntable (if I get a job so I can have the cash to buy one). I miss listening to vinyl. It would be nice to kick back in my room and enjoy the sound better since vinyl has better sound quality. Also, there is just something about having a physical recording that I like. MP3 players are convenient, but I miss looking at cover art, actually having lyrics on the cover, etc. Most of all, I miss having a story to tell about when and how you got the record, cassette tape, or CD.
For instance, back in 1992, when I was four, I was given my very first music player- a sony walkman. I grew up listening to music, as my folks were fans of music and loved to watch MTV, VH1, CMC, etc. so I got exposure to a lot of different genres. One artist that they loved, and I came to love, was Michael Jackson. So, when I got the walkman I also received a cassette of Michael Jackson’s Dangerous album. I don’t remember the details of how I got it, but what I do remember was the feeling I felt when I first put those headphones on my ears and listened to the album for the first time. It was magical. Before this point, music, to me, only existed on TV and on the radio really. Now I had my own device, which played what I wanted when I wanted it. Because of that walkman, I got to enjoy entire albums instead of just the singles and videos that I heard on TV. And to be able to say, I got this cassette before any of my friends was pretty cool.
It’s something that you can’t really do now. It’s easy to get albums in digital form, which is great in many ways, but now-a-days you don’t get to have stories about getting a digital album or single. I remember my mother telling me how she got Whodini’s Escape album. A friend of her’s who she had jones for gave it to her while they were working at McDonald’s. Not too long afterwards he joined the millitary. They kept in touch during that time and got closer. One night he was out and was hit by a drunk driver and died. She said that she couldn’t listen to it for a long time after that because it reminded her of him.
See, while that’s a tragic story, I think it’s sort of nice that the physical form of the music can bring back memories like that. The song can carry memories too, but there’s something about that added element of the story of getting the 45s, cassette, or CD that I like a lot and sort of miss.
I have a weak spot for females who can sing in a deep, rich alto timbre like Tamaryn. The voice fits in exceptionally well to the shoegazing aesthetic; although her vocals are more upfront, they are so thick that the guitars can be loud without having the vocals lost somewhere within the mix. It definitely sounds better than shrill, girly sopranos, that’s for sure.
I’m getting my shoegaze fix tonight!
Lately I haven’t been listening to much music at all, which is not the usual me. However, I just felt like I needed a palate cleanse. I’m now slowly getting into the music again (theCoolTV channel has been helping me out). So now, I’m happy to just let loose and absorb some music. Right now, I’m am in need of shoegaze and dreampop.
I’ve been so busy as of late with taking courses for my TEFL certificate, working on my travel blog layout and coding, and doing genealogical research (which is full of surprises). However, I will always have time for listening to Nujabes and watching Samurai Champloo ^_^
This is my second song of the moment. The DJ in my head (who I call Mix Mistress D) putting this on Daily Music Countdown quite a bit lately. It’s pretty catchy, so I find myself humming and singing a lot. It reminds me of the days when I used to go to mixers at my old Uni. Ah…good times.
This song really clicks with me. Although I cannot understand a word she is sings, the way she sings hits me deep. It’s sort of like that cute girl at the party that you danced hard with and never saw again; you had the time of your life without knowing what the hell exactly happened. I also feel that the marriage of disco and shoegazing in this song is essentially surrealist; the song bobs along in disco fashion with an air of musty melancholy, while the guitar tones ooze out of both sides of the mix in a blurry, messy haze - surreal.
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