And who would've known that ABBA would record music together again.
But they have, 2 brand new songs that their Avatars will perform on their tour
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And who would've known that ABBA would record music together again.
But they have, 2 brand new songs that their Avatars will perform on their tour
Childish Gambino’s sensational “This Is America” video implicates the viewer in the misuse of black art.
Spencer Kornhaber May 7, 2018
If you search for “This Is America” on Twitter, you find not only a gushing river of well-deserved praise for Donald Glover’s new work, which has quickly become the most talked-about music video of recent memory. You also find Trump supporters using the moment to spread their messages. The hashtag #ThisIsAmerica sits next to a rant about the deep state. It sits next to a sneering meme about Hillary Clinton. It sits next to a picture of white pioneers, shared by a “European rights activist,” who says, “Most of the people who built America looked like this.”
Trending hashtags get hijacked by unsympathetic causes as a matter of course, but Glover knew what he was getting into with the name “This Is America.” The defining of a nation is the essential task of politics, and Glover’s definition has now been made clear. America is a place where black people are chased and gunned down, and it is a place where black people dance and sing to distract—themselves, maybe, but also the country at large—from that carnage. America is a room in which violence and celebration happen together, and the question of which one draws the eye is one of framing, and of what the viewer wants to see.
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For “This Is America,” Glover intermittently bugs his eyes and freezes his form. Or he goes liquid, pulsating his shoulders as if they’re the gills of a beached fish. At the start, he contorts his body into a goofy squiggle as he shoots a gun into the back of a man’s head. His pose resembles the canonical caricature of Jim Crow.
The music itself is more art collage than song, its tunefulness a means rather than an end. Over a bustle of merry chants, foreboding bass, and James Brown yowls, Glover paraphrases the mode of popular hip-hop. [...] The video clarifies the semi-satirical meaning here. Glover and a troupe of school kids perform choreography derived from viral videos and historical images of black performance, and Hiro Murai’s camera follows them often at an unnervingly indifferent midrange distance. A frenzy of pursuits, riots, and shootings unfolds in the margins. The song and dance routine is partly a respite from, and partly an accompaniment to, the chaos.
In this, Glover certainly isn’t the first artist to suggest that black popular entertainment can simultaneously work as minstrelsy, appeasing a racist system, and as a gas valve of joy for people crunched by that system. [...]. But Murai’s eye and staging and Glover’s performance are together so stylish and surreal that the message is made newly raw. Jarring use of empty space, contrast, and timing keep every frame stark and alive.
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That Glover has been held up as a figure of contrast, of in-between-ness, may have given him the sense of perspective—or rather, the sense of being watched—that makes “This Is America” so potent. But it will also invite sharp questioning, like about whether he is criticizing the rap tropes his song invokes, or overly implicating black people in their own suffering. After all, it is he, not a white person, who pulls the trigger on the man at the beginning, and later, on a gospel group. But it seems safe to say he’s not here to scold. “Y’all are forgetting what rap is,” he told The New Yorker recently. “Rap is ‘I don’t care what you think in society, wagging your finger at me for calling women “bitches”—when, for you to have two cars, I have to live in the projects.’”
Similarly, some viewers have objected to the violence on-screen as sensationalisticuse of real traumas. The counterargument would be that the casualness with which Glover guns down a church choir, echoing the massacre in Charleston, is exactly the point. The viewer may well be triggered by the sight—or they may, like the song, not lose a beat. Glover’s work here, as often in his career, is partly about its own reception. Whether in the way he widens his eyes or pastes on his grin, he conveys total awareness that his image is not entirely his own, and that America will inevitably use it, and misuse it.
Call me old-fashioned: I shall buy the CD.
I started buying CDs again a few years ago, and its become a regular thing.
Now, I regret having bought music off iTMS in its early years, because i can get lossless versions of my CDs at no extra cost, where as my digital purchases are all lossy.
Pulp Different class today.
An oldie but goodie.
You go through fads with music. Often tiring of something, only to discover it anew years later.Pulp: Now, that is an idea - haven't listened to home in an age, and (as is often the case) there was a period of time when I listened a lot to them.
You go through fads with music. Often tiring of something, only to discover it anew years later.
Where I can’t *not* detect lossy vs. lossless files often comes down to percussion in the treble end. Cymbals, etc. Jazz drums for me are the worst. Early Beatles where Ringo used them heavily. Symphony classical seems particularly finicky. Generally speaking, it’s worst where there is little accompaniment or in well recorded large halls with strong ambience (I’m thinking RCA Living Stereo concerts, etc.) where long transient notes and extended fades in a single note sound like the audio equivalent of an 8-bit bitmap. Other places I can often enough disregard, within degrees.Yah lossless makes a huge difference. I can really sense the compression in mp3 tracks I had bought from iTMS or from anywhere else early on. I don't mind decent bitrate AAC so much, especially if just downloading works from Apple Music now to compare and have around for awhile before I decide what CD to buy. But those mp3 tracks, wow. Those just seem like they were smacked onto my drive with a cast iron skillet.
I was so glad when Apple offered upgrades from 128! Paid for a ton. Was interested in that technique you mentioned but won’t let Apple anywhere near my files. There are well-documented horror stories.I fished a few favorite works in mp3 format out from my main library into the separate library I use for my Apple Music setup, which does have iCloud Music Library turned on, so they’d at least get redownloaded as AAC.
My only complaint there is sometimes the album art is different. And in my separate classical libraries I have worked on the track names and some other descriptors a lot. So I use a file copy when I bring the stuff over to have in my Apple Music setup, and leave that other library's files alone.
I was laughing today thinking about a 30-year-old mix tape I can't believe is still functional since it has sat out there in the driveway in three different cars through subzero nights in winter. I too can be transported by the music I chose for that tape, and not hear any more the done-over-and-over captures of not-the-DJ or not the ad intro that followed a song. Sometimes when I listen to that tape I may as well be back in my old apartment in the city at 2am with the breeze coming off the Hudson and me swearing at some DJ just won't let a track fade properly before crashing in with "... and what a GREAT BAND THAT IS EH AND WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH.."If I love a piece then I’m transported most of the time and that’s the goal.
But I’m not so hooked up to music today at all, as I used to be. We change.
Where I can’t *not* detect lossy vs. lossless files often comes down to percussion in the treble end. Cymbals, etc. Jazz drums for me are the worst. Early Beatles where Ringo used them heavily. Symphony classical seems particularly finicky. Generally speaking, it’s worst where there is little accompaniment or in well recorded large halls with strong ambience (I’m thinking RCA Living Stereo concerts, etc.) where long transient notes and extended fades in a single note sound like the audio equivalent of an 8-bit bitmap. Other places I can often enough disregard, within degrees.
I accept the compromise by cherry picking individual tracks (Google Play mp3 are 320mbps). There are just way too many songs (or classical pieces) where my interest is too great for dismal YouTube quality but, for financial and incremental clutter reasons, too little for CD/SACD/Blu-ray audio. Results vary based on mastering and that’s true across the board.
There are points where life is too short. I grew up listening to cassettes on my Walkman; I survived warbly tapes I sometimes had to Scotch tape back together from overplay; sllllllooooooowwwwww dying batteries; radio dubs where I had to rush a fade to hide the deejay or where I missed the first few notes to avoid one; needle drops of crap pressings with what barely qualifies as a stylus of LPs with surface noise and pops galore so while I’m discerning now I’m also accepting (pretty much anything 256+, 192 for some songs). If I love a piece then I’m transported most of the time and that’s the goal.
I was so glad when Apple offered upgrades from 128! Paid for a ton. Was interested in that technique you mentioned but won’t let Apple anywhere near my files. There are well-documented horror stories.
Regarding the below, I’ve been tempted to use the long overdue Classical/movement tagging. You use those? My limited experiment led me to the conclusion that I don’t know enough not to make a mess of things since there’s no apparent “undo”.
Semi-related pet peeve: my car basically forces me to use Bluetooth with my iDevices (no aux and weird software limitations to USB). I can live with the audio degradation. Road noise and trying to avoid death already diminish critical listening. What I can’t stand is that the car fetches album art from the internet instead of my fairly specific album art tagging. The results can be comically bad. When less familiar songs, recent discoveries, etc. play I habitually look at the cover to jog my memory... well, I did. Sometimes listening to an album, the artwork varies track-to track.
Well, that went longer than intended.
I was laughing today thinking about a 30-year-old mix tape I can't believe is still functional since it has sat out there in the driveway in three different cars through subzero nights in winter. I too can be transported by the music I chose for that tape, and not hear any more the done-over-and-over captures of not-the-DJ or not the ad intro that followed a song. Sometimes when I listen to that tape I may as well be back in my old apartment in the city at 2am with the breeze coming off the Hudson and me swearing at some DJ just won't let a track fade properly before crashing in with "... and what a GREAT BAND THAT IS EH AND WE'LL BE RIGHT BACK WITH.."
This morning I don't have that problem, I'm listening to old but cared for vinyl of some JS Bach cantatas I used to collect from The Musical Heritage Society's subscription offerings.
Total agreement here. I've now found that I'm rarely listening to music to long trips - be they by car, by train, or by air. Some days, I swear music is nothing more than just plain old racket. Now, over dinner, I'm OK with it.
It helps that I have a noise-cancelling headset and along with that, while I can walk and chew gum at the same time, I've never been able to read and have music on at the same time.
Lol, in fact, this was part of my gardening soundtrack today...I like it... although "Mr. Livingstone I Suppose" sounds a little like me doing battle with cow parsley struggling to win the war of the worlds out in the garden...![]()