Parachute

I was dismissive the first time I heard this song, but since then I've been hooked by its irresistible catchiness. All of the elements of this song somehow magically come together into something profoundly groovy. Its hard-to-place tone is mightily tasty.

Till the Sun Turns Black and Be Here Now

No, that is not a really long and awkward song-title--it's two shorter and less awkward song titles, conjoined by an "and"! Ma-HA! I discovered to my delight last night that Ray Lamontagne has an album of which I was somehow perplexingly unaware, its namesake being the first of the above listed songs. Anyway, Mr. Lamontagne is super-cool; I mean, check out that beard. Now tell me you don't love him.
Ha! That's what I thought.
I love the rustic, cracked, aged-wisdom sort of feel he's got going on, which he also here beautifully meshes with lovely sweeping symphonics. It's kind of magical in its paradoxical down-to-earthiness and soaring, gentle transcendentiality.

Details in the Fabric

A melancholy, sweetly hopeful acoustic ditty from Jason Mraz. It's a handsome, touching piece of work.

Hægt, Kemur Ljósið

I accidentally happened upon Ólafur Arnalds whilst hunting down Ólöf Arnalds, only discovering days after the fact that I was listening to someone wholly different than the person I'd intended. And as it happened, Ólafur turned out to be a way more exciting find anyway. Why cannot more music like this exist? Most people who dabble in the art of the composer these days are too prone to experimentalism to really be musical. Ólafur here stands as a happy exception. The following is from his album, "...And They Have Escaped The Weight Of Darkness".

Around Us

Jonsi (lead-singer fellow from Sigur Rós) said this of the birthing of his independent album "Go": “I started out trying to make a low-key, acoustic album, but somewhere along the line it just sort of exploded.”
So. Here's Jonsi exploding:

And It's Alright

Lovely acoustic piece from Peter Broderick. An interesting fellow, he; he started off as a composer of sorts and then, seemingly on a whim, decided to get into actually writing versed music.




And for contrast's sake, this is the sort of music this fellow typically otherwise spawns. Eclectic, anyone?
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WqQ30tEIdHQ

Jeroen Van Aken

After three weeks of listening exclusively to Aqualung, I'm finally coming out of my cubbyhole and branching back out into strange and obscure musical territories; I've been rooting through a whole whack of peculiar musics of late. I intend to share o'er the next few days a few choice samples of what I've been exploring recently... So to kick that off, here's a ditty from Gregor Samsa--a specimen most especially suited to 3 am, gi'en its atmospheric, minimalistic, and frankly meandering quality. Mmmm...

Sundowning

As you are likely increasingly becoming aware, I'm developing a wholesome obsession for Aqualung. I can scarcely help it. I mean, look at him. This man is beautiful. A man (delightedly--I feel totally vindicated) obsessed as I therefore am, I feel compelled by some deep ethical force to continue to share of his utmost fabulosity. This particular piece of prettifulness which I've had on repeat for the past few days came from his album, "Magnetic North."

The Lake

Whilst I've already compulsively shared this with most of you by now, I can scarcely help but foist it forcefully upon the rest of you, e'en if I don't think you'll enjoy it; it is that wonderful in my books. I've been listening to it more or less constantly (although it beats me what "more" would in such a case entail. Stupid English phraseologies...) o'er the course of the last few days.There's something most especially magical and otherworldly about the chorus. It's like the rambling, melancholy, aimless verses coalesce into a transcendental ray of hope--it's moving.
Anyway, it's by Aqualung from his album, "Memory Man."

Blow Your Nose

"...Right on my sleeve." Eewww, gross! It's actually a lovely song, though, if on the odd side. But then, this is múm--oddness is to be expected, both lyrically and stylistically. Besides, we learned from Garden State that the offer of a sleeve for the purposes of nose-blowing is a profound gesture of love. Therefore this song might lyrically be among the most loving songs there are! It's not just crass, see see.

Can you feel the love?

Beautiful

No really, it is. That's just what it's called. When Apocalyptica lets itself simmer down a bit, they occasionally spawn something which is listenable. No, they never allow themselves the luxury of actually being happy--that's just not cool, y'know--but every now and again...they're lovely. This is the singular track from their latest album in which they, uh, tone down on all that passion they typically employ to make their music so, erm, distinctive. And it's pretty.

Cameron

I've fallen in love with a mysterious entity known to me only as Elder Cameron, some God-like creature Patricia in her travels abroad in the world miraculously happened upon. He, in his unfathomable majesty, bequeathed upon her...a CD. From thence we with trembling fingers plunder the following tracks. Because moderation in this instance is no virtue, here are three little miracles for you to suck on. They are entitled, in order of presentation, "Give Said the Little Stream", "Through the Eyes of Another" and "Righteous Hero."





My eyes! He's too awesome!

Where No One Stands Alone

As you're likely aware, I'm not typically a fan of bluegrass. But this ditty was powerfully employed in the trailer for True Grit, the Cohen Brother's latest project. Gi'en the supremely effective manner with which the song was used, I cannot help but love it. It's so simple and profound, haunting and powerful. These are the Peasall Sisters.

The Peacock Dance

Hats off to Gaddian, who unearthed and sweetly introduce me to this little low-key wonder. It's my new favorite song, thick, smooth and rich as a blueberry smoozie. This is The Peacock Dance by Matt Kanelos and the Smooth Maria.



References to Peacocks and Babylon--how could one not love this? Mmmmmmmmmm......

Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel

Epic and grim is this charming waltz from the Barenaked Ladies:

Ignore the bird!

Much akin to The Ambar,I've concluded this blog lacks purpose/direction. I can't e'en decide which, gi'en the ambivalence fostered in this stagnant domain. Thus concluding a focal point would behoove it, a thought struck me: dude! I could just share the groovy musics I'm finding as I happen upon 'em! Gi'en that sharing music is one of the greatest joys of my life, this appeals greatly to me. So to this end we hereby convert Ignominion into a blog of musicfulness.
However, gi'en that mp3s cannot be directly loaded up, I have to jump through some hoops to render mp3s as video in the most rudimentary way of which I know: to just set the tune to a jpg. So depending upon my whim, the picture to which the tunes'll be set may or may not be pertinent to the song.

Mmmkay, pumpkin?

To kick us off, here's a powerful little tune I rediscovered recently on Garden State. It causes my breast to swell with emotion. Like a tumor. ;)

This is "Fair" by Remy Zero,

The Sausage's New Groove

T'day I was struck but an exorbitantly moving, invigorating, inspirational, and eminently life-changing epiphany. It may sound rudimentary and nondescript, but it read roughly to this effect:

Life is the ultimate RPG--thine is the power to decide what you want to be! Thou'rt not confined to an incidental fixed character-class as we may be inclined to believe; you can tweak and modify with the application of some effort any aspect of thy expansive character! Cool, neh? Infinitely so. You can build yourself from the bottom up, and that's way awesome; consider the astronomical expanse of characteristics you can play around with! In Diablo thou'rt confined to build only upon thy strength, dexterity, vitality and energy, and are relegated to employ these powers only for the singular purpose of slaying baddies. But check out the options available to thee in the real world! You can wear toe socks! Or eat pickles! Or dance (if you want to) and leave your pants behind! Or all three simultaneously! And by Chuck, as for that meat drawer of yers...um, what you can do with that...you could put meats--whatever variety you choose; these would be your meats, so there would be no requirements on the types of meats...you could pick....bacon...marbled meats...there's and endless selection, endless! You can toy around with your routine, your o'erall life direction, your speech patterns, your body language, e'en your emotions and the way you think! It's miraculous!
So the question arises, what do you respect? What character d'you wish to mold, to become? What scintillating masterpiece are you going to take the pleasure of creating with the life proffered thee? This is the most exciting and rewarding game you'll ever play--what d'you want to do with it? How do you wish to flaunt your flagrant, self-absorbed elitism? What custom super-hero d'you wish to manifest with thy own amply capable body and spirit?
I went on to gleefully list off all the character attributes I wish to toy around with--the charity of Sera, the eloquence and grace of Hawleigh, the enthusiasm of Miles, the ninja prowess of Nathan!--and the mentalities I wish to foster to facilitate reprogramming myself, laying the groundwork for building for myself a life anew, providing the ashes of my life with the flame I need to birth the flamboyant phoenix of a majestic new life. This surely is the auspicious prelude of a new era of this my glorious stewardship! This world I call my conscience is mine to bend ruthlessly to my will, mine! MINE!

Invigorated by my fresh new idealistic perspective, and eager not to abuse my awesome power importugulously, I gaily danced home (flowers blossoming beneath my feet, songbirds chorusing sweetly o'erhead, and the sun pouring down like honey) and proceeded to expend my newfound excitement for life laboring diligently to set up Starcraft II.

Every now again I'm struck by the impression that my idealism availeth me about as much as it would a sausage.

Garbage on HTML >.< garbage on html

Pirates Suck.

My logic is undeniable.

A Havler Production Revisioned

Noting in my gay exploits of last night (or this morning, if you will) that translators can turn mundane phrases into something poetic--or impenetrably opaque--and therefore beautiful, I wondered what translators would do to poetry, a thing already twisted and abstract. I've thus taken the joyous liberty of filtering A Havler Production through various translations, to produce the following:

Lost to desperate stuff
I was suddenly terminated on the number.
And it is here, though not poetry.

And we can hap'ly rest assured with the relief that we've not denigrated poetry through this revision, for the above piece of work has it quite right: this is not poetry. Not anymore. We cannot claim it to be lesser than the original, for this is, I think, a whole other animal. Not poetry, but something...uh, else. We're not quite sure what, but doubtless it is in its own right nigh on as charming. Apples and oranges, hon.

Well then, I am showing starveling.

An incident transpired today which amusingly incidentally mimics the gist of one of 'Ren's recent blog posts; every now and again, given the direct correlation betwixt my surname and email address, I occasionally become the recipient of random letters in foreign languages--Slovenian, I assume. Today I got one which didn't seem quite so random and bot-generated as the rest, so I went to some lengths to decipher its message using various translating tools on the net. Here's what looks to be the sanest of the translations:

Hello!
Sorry to bother you! Today I will not be on the exam, because I'm sick and I'm sick this week. Therefore, we asked if they could be ignored for another date, maybe next week, after the third hour, if you please!
Thanks
Greetings

...and thereafter they become funkier:

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...and so I am no longer so certain I have any idea what this mysterious entity is attempting to communicate. Autotranslators are a beautiful thing. Observing the coherence of the above, I don't know whether I should be delighted or horrified by the prospect of writing my new friend back-- translated back into her native tongue, of course. Given the modern prevalence of digital communication versus the usage of phones, one would think the telephone an obsolete technology. And indeed, one would be correct in so thinking; we see plainly here no telephone is necessary to play Telephone. :)