November 7th, 2008 by Lou

I’ve realized that the less I get out is the less I have to blog about. I can visit a million blogs, watch a million YouTube videos but still have nothing to talk about. I like talking about pretty much anything, but when it comes to website and other related things it’s hard for me to say more than a few lines.

Maybe it’s time for me to get another job, even if it means being a cashier and working for chump change.

(Disclaimer: if you don’t listen to dancehall or know nothing about it, perhaps you shouldn’t read the next paragraph).

Every year, dancehall declines in quality. Back in the day dancehall was truly a work of art. Who remembers Red Rat, Tanto Metro, Beenie Man (before the ras)? It’s 2008 and it’s all about ‘hot fuck’ and ‘dutty wine.’ The other day I was at a night club and I felt pretty old even though I’m only 22. What happened to the days when a woman knew how to wine? Those days are definitely gone…however, this riddim has given me hope even if the songs on it are shit. The best tune by far is the Brick And Lace. When I hear that song I go NUTS. ABSOLUTELY NUTS.

Last night for Voice Ensemble 1 our lecturer had auditions for who would do the solos for the concert. I wanted to do one really bad. I was thinking of auditioning for Joyful Joyful (we’re doing the Sister Act 2 version…oh my….click…) but didn’t think I had it in me. I auditioned for Precious Lord instead. The solo isn’t that big, it’s just a few bars of vocalizing, except for the fact that I have to reach a couple of notes not ordinarily found in an alto’s range. Two other sopranos tried out and didn’t cut because they weren’t loud enough. Even though I struggled with the high notes I actually GOT there and people looked at me like they didn’t know I had a voice like that. Of course it needs WORK but my teacher thought I could do it…and it makes me proud to know that she thought I could do it.

Yay for me.

June 20th, 2008 by Lou

It seems to me that the worst singers/rappers get the best beats. It makes me wonder how I get to like a song in the first place. At first listen, when you ignore the vocal parts, sounds really nice. Like this song from Letoya Luckett (one of the girls that got kicked out of Destiny’s Child):

The only reason I like this song is because of the beat. I LOVE this beat so much - the piano-like thing in the background, the chord progression at the end…it really appeals to me. But the LYRICS themselves are total crap. The story isn’t - a girl is telling her ex that his new girlfriend can’t do the things that she used to do, blah blah blah. I’m sure that at some point every girl with an ex boyfriend they parted on peaceful terms with has wanted to tell them, ‘I bet your new girlfriend can’t do it like me.’ But she’s talking about ‘diamonds in his ears’ and Cadillacs. Damn it to hell…were you with him because you loved him or because you liked his bling and his car? FUCK!