Monday, October 24, 2016

Ten Thousand Favorite Songs, v. 132 and David S. Pumpkins



This paralyzed me with laughter



-you know that in islands across the pacific and indian oceans there's a bar with a local kid who knows how to play this and adele and don't stop believing on acoustic and everything is spelled wrong and mispronounced and fucking perfect



--I do not understand how the vocals were recorded for this.  how could he sing so softly and clearly.  it's not whispering, it's too well-defined for that.  the articulation is stunning.



---what if, and I know this is my stupidest (possibly offensive) take ever, but i think whenever you sense someone wants to know if a person in a story is white or black, you just called them 'oh yeah, he was a cool American.  well, I mean, his dad was cool, his mom was white.  but he identifies as cool."



----whenever a new song is recorded in studio, they should play this on the monitors and then listen to the playback.  if you truly believe your song belongs in this continuum, you can keep it, but you have to pass this shame-flame-walk



-----i'm not sure there is a state that seems more romantic in abstract but that I am more disinclined to visit, savannah aside.

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