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I Think U Are Great - Yellow Ostrich by jokerwoman
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I've been thinking a lot recently about what music genre is ready to make its comeback, and I've settled on doo-wop. It makes sense, and to be honest, I just really want to see it happen. It's so old school cool that it would be a shame if it didn't make its way onto albums again soon.
Today, the Imagine Peace Tower will light up Reykjavik to celebrate Yoko Ono’s 77th birthday. The tower, built in 2007 as a memorial to John Lennon, is a beautiful and loving tribute to both John and to the ideals he shared with Yoko.
Happy Birthday, crazy lady!
Check it out here: imaginepeace.com
I consider myself to be fairly internet-savvy, but I guess I missed the memo on this little site. Grok Music is a website akin to Pandora; it helps you discover new music based on your current favorites. However, Grok Music differs in that its function is primarily visual, presenting visitors to the site with a "music map" - kind of like a musical family tree. You just type in the name of a band you like, or maybe that you're curious about, and the site pops out a map of new artists that you might also like. Grok also provides short descriptions about each new musician, links to listen to tracks from a featured album, and of course, links to purchase the music from iTunes or Amazon.
Above is my sample music map for Björk, it's fairly bitchin...and surprisingly accurate. Not bad Grok. Not bad.
It’s exciting to get to play home-town tourist every once in a while, especially when you live in L.A. Luckily for me, a friend of mine from France is hiding in California for a few months while she shirks the responsibilities of post-college job hunting, and I get to show her how amazing California is! On one of my recent trips to visit friends at UCLA, I brought my Frenchie with, and played tour guide like it was my job. She toured campus, went to a house party, dropped in on a class, drank cheap beer out of red cups, learned beer pong, ate at In-N-Out, saw a pseudo-celebrity (Kim Kardashian), bought some flip flops, frequented college dive bars, ventured through Venice Beach, and last but certainly not least, went to a show at the Roxy on Sunset.
The Roxy is a place I’ve always wanted to go, but never got the opportunity to when I was at UCLA. It’s a well known, Sunset strip venue; tiny- but a great little spot to intimately view your favorite bands or up-and-comers. It’s fun 'n' gritty: dark, no frills, sticky floor, sticky bathroom, but that’s kind of the best part: The Roxy doesn’t mess around, it serves its purpose as a music venue and that's about it.
was in C3PO mode the entire act. She even stayed robotic as she unplugged her synth and walked off stage: no smiles, no waves to the crowd or anything, just gone. It was like the Polysics had been on a mission from planet punk to rock our world from 11pm-1am and when they were done, they were gone…
The loss of an ipod; the addition of a new favorite band. After much contemplation over posting missing signs for my poor lost ipod, the odds aren’t looking good, and sadly I am now in mourning my lovely, silver, 8-gigabyte pal. Thankfully, my pain was eased by the new album by Yeasayer, Odd Blood. Heralded (perhaps prematurely) as the album of 2010 by my roommate (with impeccable taste in music), I had to hear it.
Alright, hold up. Let me explain something that I just discovered. Summer+ homelessness+ everybody and their mother giving me new music every single day = me not being able to rediscover my iTunes library. This whole project began when I realized that I don’t think I’ve listened to all of the music I own, and today I go back on track. No more new stuff for a while. SO without further ado, I am going to hit shuffle on my iTunes library and whatever comes up is what I’m writing about. Druuuuuum roll please… Sufjan Stevens it is.
I was really hoping for Backstreet Boys or something embarrassing...nerds. 56 seconds into “Ya Leil” on Sufjan’s album A Sun Came! is good tunes. I’m digging whatever kind of music this is, it sounds like it belongs on a soundtrack for a Wes Anderson movie.
Listed among his many instruments are the lesser known stapler and stationary floor fan, but I’m down as long as he’s rocking it.