Each summer I pick out an album that I listen to regularly. Last year I picked Glen Gould's Goldberg Variations. I listened to it nearly every day and it brought a great sense of purpose and meaning to my already awesome life. This year I picked another album, but I am hardly able to find the time to enjoy it. In writing these remarks I am hoping that you, adorable and loved readers, will be able to enjoy it for me.
I am of course referring to Sound Effects, Volume 1. Just by counting one can see that with 99 sound effects it is nearly 3 times better than Gould's pathetic 32 tracks.
Some of the tracks are deserving of special mention. Track 9,Car Crash, is very much like RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR, BOOOOM.
But I don't want to give away too much. Like any great album, the point isn't so much to put into words what is happening in the music, but to allow the music to express what goes beyond words.
With Continual Reference to Justin Kahn.
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
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I AM IN GEORGIA NOW!
SOUND EFFECT!
So I thought we were friends, but without the bond that Mort gave us you don't even want to talk to me anymore or for that matter get ice cream and watch reruns of Jack Bauer get himself into incredible situations, just to whisper and scream his way out of them, well and shoot. I see how it is.
Can you make vomit sounds over the phone in the styles of Ferris Bueller now?
I think the toilet flush track would be slighly more profound.
p.s. the caribou in coventry is closing. that completely stinks.
ali g,
Are you serious? I've only stopped going in the last month, but I will return. No need to shut doubt just because I wanted to get some gardening done.
P.S. When?
Frank,
Profound,yes. But also so much more depressing. Like everything is being taken away from you.
j.
miss lipy,
Yes, but only because I just had taco bell.
j.
P.S. where is your blog link?
Lindz:
I don't know maybe this conversation sounds familiar:
J: "Wanna get ice cream."
L: "Can't. I'm going to see a BAND OF ROBOTS."
J: "Robots?"
L: "It is complicated, gotta go, bye."
Or how about this gem:
J's EMAIL: Come over and watch house.
L's email (6 weeks later.) Sorry.
Or,
J: blah, blah,blah
L: Can't I'm going to watch {Local Sports Team, Here.}
Hugs,
j.
abercrombie,
Why are you in GEORGIA?
Your store needs you more than ever and you are crossing state lines?
j.
Oh my... i'm so buying this one! Just the toilet flush a lil' weak..
i am visiting my brother and his familyyyyyyyyy. he's 30. he has 3 kids.
i believe we are closing monday and giving away free coffe tuesday and wednesday.
i am very sad.
NO WAY! MONDAY? YOU ARE MESSING WITH ME? NOT POSSIBLE.CAN'T BE.
it IS possible. i know. i got transfered to la place. what a lame ass name for a shopping joint. i might just get a new job altogether. again, i'm very sad.
I do distinctly remember someone named Justing having to dogsit quite often. Do you even go to Caribou anymore?? I always look for you when I walk by. I guess you are living the life you always wanted.
P.S. the Robots were Jews. I had to support them.
The link was on hiatus until its show's regular season resumes on CBS this fall, but it's back now. You don't buy TBell, you rent it.
lindz, haven't you been reading apple fritter's remarks? Caribou is slowly vanishing.
Thanks for reading my blog.
j.
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