Ok, so I started this “Love Story” cover in defense of Taylor Swift. Yes, for some reason, this past week, I found myself in multiple conversations about her music, whether it’s any good, whether it’s worth listening to, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera.
My personal opinion has always been: look, girl’s the youngest songwriter that Sony’s publishing house every hired. Her songs aren’t T.S. Elliot, but they’re authentic, they resonate with what a girl of her age group then and now would want to say and sing. Of course, we don’t always want to hear that (I shudder to think of myself at 13, and all the things I used to make people listen to me say—yikes), not any more than we always want to hear our friends wax lyrical about their lives/troubles (come on, admit it, we want to be there for them all the time, and we certainly do try our best, but we’re human, am I right?), but don’t we all need to get something off our chest sometimes? So am I going to judge anyone who wants to put up her Taylor Swift CD (or should I say MP3?) at full blast and scream “WE ARE NEVER EVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER”? No, because she/he might need to do that.
Besides, her songs are hard. To sing. Melodically/Range-wise, I find them pretty challenging. Could be because I’m not a country singer. Where do you breathe? And do you belt it, or do you lock into your head voice? All these questions!
That being said… after singing “Love Story” a few times for the recording, I’m thinking to myself, “I’m 10 years too old to be singing this.” And that’s true. I should be singing any one of the other songs found here, which I normally do. That’s true. But so is the song. It’s true. Kind of a silly story, doesn’t give great advice maybe, but it’s true.Played 57 times.
Can I just point out that Justin Timberlake’s latest single, “Mirrors,” is basically a summary of the past 50 years of popular music history?
It opens with this awesome Queen-esque classic-dream rock riff, moves into a ’00s R&B arrangement that JT pretty much pioneered with Timbaland, which develops into a ’90s pop anthem chorus, then breaks down into a Gospel refrain. And then, because this is a JT song, it goes into this auto-tune section with EDM-referential blips in the background as he sings it home. When he performs it live, he even nods to the 50s with a little bit of brass (and, of course, the rat pack Suit & Tie).
Yes, JT just packed half a century’s worth of the popular music canon into one mind-blowing song. Which you can actually sing along to, I might add. I can already see the acapella covers and karaoke videos in my mind. Mark my words.
Back to ol’ Johnnie Mayer! “In Your Atmosphere (LA Song)”
I don’t mean that first line. Everything else, maybe, but not that first line. That would break my heart!
Somewhere in London, a good friend of mine should hopefully be very pleased? ;)
It’s so crazy to me, that this man managed to write a song about that nebulous feeling, of wanting to see someone so badly, yet not wanting to see that same someone so badly, all at the same time.
I have this theory about Mr. Mayer’s music: I haven’t connected as deeply with his music post-Continuum—is it because Continuum rocketed him into a place of superstardom, a place from which his writing just became that much less of a mirror for the everyman?
Someone come speak for me.Played 121 times.
ELECTION SPECIAL: Barack Obama Singing Can’t Touch This by MC Hammer (by baracksdubs)
OMG. Dying. Best way to log the election results on this blog!
Back with a cover! Feist’s “So Sorry,” perfect for a cool, rainy monsoon day in Singapore.
Again, forgive the poor guitar playing.
More people need to heed the message of this song.
PS: I snuck something in here that shouldn’t be here.. see if you catch it!
Played 101 times.
We don’t need to say goodbye.
We don’t need to fight and cry.
We could hold each other tight tonight.
For 15 years, these moments have arrived every Wednesday, courtesy of Pastor Anthony Stallworth, his wife, Lucy, and a karaoke machine bought by Rage Against the Machine guitarist Tom Morello. The stars of the evening come from the neighborhood’s hotels, shelters and sidewalks.
Performances are ragged, raw and often inspired. On some nights you won’t find a more electric room in Los Angeles, and the crowd bears witness to a brand of musical epiphany seldom seen at a cutting-edge Echo Park club or the stage of the Hollywood Bowl.
Pastor Tony, as he’s known throughout the neighborhood, came up with the idea: “We’re a place where the homeless can come, they can sing a song, they can feel like somebody after being rejected everywhere else, get a free cup of coffee — and people applaud for them.”
Accompanying video here. This makes me so pleased.
and pretend I’m still in LA.
It almost works.
Somewhere in my heart, there’s still a spot of California sunshine.
In my mind, a Pacific Ocean breeze.
he sent flowers. sometimes the old-school romantic shit really does work magic. god damn i’m a lucky wife.
We are on two different tours — hers making music, mine storytelling — and tonight we are in two adjacent states, only about three hours drive from each other, and we will not see each other.
So, yes. Flowers.
“Empty” by Lianne La Havas. Elliot introduced me to her music. I can’t get this song out of my head. To think she recorded it at the back of her tour bus!