Goodbye Brett
Travis, one of the other writers at Tribal lost someone important yesterday:
Green Bay Packers quarterback Brett Favre.
To honour Travis - and Brett - we created this little tribute.
Written by me, performed by Freddy, JC and Jess.
What we lack in rhythm, we make up for in heart.
Lyrics:
This goes out to all the Green Bay Packers fans who lost someone today. His name’s Brett.
Let’s do this.
Seems like yesterday you used to snap and throw
Laced your shoes and rocked Lambeau
The back of your jersey was number fo’
Green Bay Packers, you won the bowl
You were 1995’s MVP (uh-uh)
Words cant express what that meant to me
Even though you’re gone, they’re still a team
But now it’s like a Sundae without whipped cream
Brett next season I’m afraid to see
The Favre-less team playin’ on tv
Reminisce that tie in ‘0-2 at season’s end (uh-uh)
Try to black it out, but it plays again
Pain was real, vicodin tried to conceal
Can’t imagine injuries you feel
Give anything to keep you with us Brett (with us Brett)
Thanks to big ass paychecks - you got no debt.
Chorus:
Every chair I break, every ad I make
Every single day, every time they play
I’ll be missing you
Thinking of the play, when you ran away
What a point to make, what a game to break
I’ll be missing you
Link: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ywFSg4Zql1g
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Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Wednesday, March 05, 2008
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
Pause for Beauty
What impresses us, nowadays?
Mass reproduction and accessibility has altered the way we perceive the extraordinary. If we can download that gut wrenching solo instantly, if we can buy that t shirt with the Botticelli angels on it, how do we approach the real thing - played live, seen two feet away? Is the nature of our appreciation altered by context? Are we too rushed to care?
The Washington Post ran an experiment.
They got violin virtuoso Joshua Bell to stand in a Washington terminal, busker-style. He played a series of technically difficult, incredibly moving works on one of the finest instruments in the world.
Typically he commands $100 for an adequate seat in the finest venues on the planet.
This day, he played for free to whoever cared to pause their day, and just listen.
The results provide a fascinating glimpse into what happens when we hurry through the day, disregarding the rare, the fantastic and the surprising.
Read it here.
What impresses us, nowadays?
Mass reproduction and accessibility has altered the way we perceive the extraordinary. If we can download that gut wrenching solo instantly, if we can buy that t shirt with the Botticelli angels on it, how do we approach the real thing - played live, seen two feet away? Is the nature of our appreciation altered by context? Are we too rushed to care?
The Washington Post ran an experiment.
They got violin virtuoso Joshua Bell to stand in a Washington terminal, busker-style. He played a series of technically difficult, incredibly moving works on one of the finest instruments in the world.
Typically he commands $100 for an adequate seat in the finest venues on the planet.
This day, he played for free to whoever cared to pause their day, and just listen.
The results provide a fascinating glimpse into what happens when we hurry through the day, disregarding the rare, the fantastic and the surprising.
Read it here.
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
Possibly the Greatest track ever written
This is an example of a 'cry style' Ragga tune. Apparently, the lyrics are about a baby that won't stop crying because it's hungry. I have nothing more to say. You just have to listen.
This is an example of a 'cry style' Ragga tune. Apparently, the lyrics are about a baby that won't stop crying because it's hungry. I have nothing more to say. You just have to listen.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Sounds like Madness to Me
Today's special...is sound.
Here we have two sites that interpret visual things aurally.
The first one is something my CD Dre showed me (thanks Dre!):
A site that offers people the opportunity to listen to their favourite movies. That's it.
They say there's a market for anything, but this - I was friggin flabbergasted. That is, until he pointed out that often people throw on the tv, using audio as ambient sound. And I guess, there's something to that. I mean, just listening to Yoda instantly made me think of Grover. And then Grover in space.
Intergalactic Grover imaginings are good fun.
Link: http://power.listentoamovie.com/
The second thing that made me cackle long and hard is also something that puzzles me. I can't seem to be able to disprove that Bob Dylan recorded an EP of songs based on Dr. Seuss books - but still, like - wtfbbq.
http://www.dylanhearsawho.com/
There it is. It's amazing. It's strange. And it's up for grabs as to whether or not this is someone who has half strangled themselves in an effort to sound like Bob Dylan singing Green Eggs and Ham.
Today's special...is sound.Here we have two sites that interpret visual things aurally.
The first one is something my CD Dre showed me (thanks Dre!):
A site that offers people the opportunity to listen to their favourite movies. That's it.
They say there's a market for anything, but this - I was friggin flabbergasted. That is, until he pointed out that often people throw on the tv, using audio as ambient sound. And I guess, there's something to that. I mean, just listening to Yoda instantly made me think of Grover. And then Grover in space.
Intergalactic Grover imaginings are good fun.
Link: http://power.listentoamovie.com/
The second thing that made me cackle long and hard is also something that puzzles me. I can't seem to be able to disprove that Bob Dylan recorded an EP of songs based on Dr. Seuss books - but still, like - wtfbbq.
http://www.dylanhearsawho.com/
There it is. It's amazing. It's strange. And it's up for grabs as to whether or not this is someone who has half strangled themselves in an effort to sound like Bob Dylan singing Green Eggs and Ham.
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