i adore the raspy ragged happy singing of louis armstrong
hello dolly with barbara streisand
what a wonderful world
bare necessities
a kiss to build a dream on
i can't give you anything but love
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Tuesday, January 6, 2009
jason mraz is always good
wordplay
sleeping to dream
rainbow connection
you and i both
geek in the pink
blitzkrieg bop
sleeping to dream
rainbow connection
you and i both
geek in the pink
blitzkrieg bop
Monday, January 5, 2009
covers of "somewhere over the rainbow"...
judy garland - the wizard of oz
norah jones
jimi hendrix
eric clapton
ella fitzgerald
ted's band (scrubs)
doris day
israel kamakawiwo'ole
aselin debison
connie talbot - britain's got talent
punk cover
celtic woman
eva cassidy
jewel
marusha - the worst ever
norah jones
jimi hendrix
eric clapton
ella fitzgerald
ted's band (scrubs)
doris day
israel kamakawiwo'ole
aselin debison
connie talbot - britain's got talent
punk cover
celtic woman
eva cassidy
jewel
marusha - the worst ever
Sunday, January 4, 2009
what a voice...
"the scientist"
i love a good voice. no need for screaming, or effects, or heavy instrumentals. no weird vocal affectations. no funky theatrical costuming. just sing a good tune, surrounded by a little piano. thanks coldplay.
i love a good voice. no need for screaming, or effects, or heavy instrumentals. no weird vocal affectations. no funky theatrical costuming. just sing a good tune, surrounded by a little piano. thanks coldplay.
Saturday, January 3, 2009
Friday, January 2, 2009
original...
since my brother chris pointed our some new weezer on the horizon for us (huzzah!). i thought i'd reminisce just a little bit.
"in the garage"
"surf wax america"
i've loved weezer for years now. i remember hearing the blue album at my friend tandi's house many many moons ago. we were up all night tp'ing and laughing. i must have listened to this whole album five times that night. and then, buying it for myself the very next day. thank you tandi. i've been a fan ever since.
some bands get stale. or i grow out of them. or they fade. but, not weezer. the blue album still rocks. the recent red album rocks. the stuff in between rocks.
but, i brought up naming caleb "rivers cuomo" after the lead singer quite a few times. tj never took me seriously - that's probably for the best.
i can picture it already. listening to an oldie's radio station (or will radio be passe by then?) with hannah and adam and caleb when they are teenagers. and weezer will come on. and i'll smile and sing along. and they'll roll their eyes and be so embarassed that they have my blood in 'em. and i'll shake my head and tell them that they must have inner ear degeneration (it's a generational thing) and so they can't be trusted to have valid musical opinions. and they'll stick me in an old folk's home. and dad will ask what happened to me. and they'll shrug and say "don't know".
i better begin better and more thorough brainwashing now! yikes!
"in the garage"
"surf wax america"
i've loved weezer for years now. i remember hearing the blue album at my friend tandi's house many many moons ago. we were up all night tp'ing and laughing. i must have listened to this whole album five times that night. and then, buying it for myself the very next day. thank you tandi. i've been a fan ever since.
some bands get stale. or i grow out of them. or they fade. but, not weezer. the blue album still rocks. the recent red album rocks. the stuff in between rocks.
but, i brought up naming caleb "rivers cuomo" after the lead singer quite a few times. tj never took me seriously - that's probably for the best.
i can picture it already. listening to an oldie's radio station (or will radio be passe by then?) with hannah and adam and caleb when they are teenagers. and weezer will come on. and i'll smile and sing along. and they'll roll their eyes and be so embarassed that they have my blood in 'em. and i'll shake my head and tell them that they must have inner ear degeneration (it's a generational thing) and so they can't be trusted to have valid musical opinions. and they'll stick me in an old folk's home. and dad will ask what happened to me. and they'll shrug and say "don't know".
i better begin better and more thorough brainwashing now! yikes!
Thursday, January 1, 2009
isn't benny goodman the best?
sing, sing, sing
as seen in the movie "Hollywood Hotel" 1937 (don't they just look like they are having a good old time? particularly the drummer - Gene Krupa - i could watch a good drummer all day)
bugle call rag:
"i sat on the soft upholstered couch and closed my eyes, trying to drown out the muted sounds rafting up from the crowded bar below. above me, the floorboards creaked as i heard pudge walk across his room and turn on the record player. he slid a benny goodman album on the turntable, rested the needle on the third cut, "sing, sing, sing," and turned the volume on high, knowing i was downstairs and wanting me to hear it. i sat back on the couch and smiled, my eyes still closed as i listed to gene krupa's ground-swelling drum solo mix with goodman's magical clarinet. almost every career criminal i've ever met has a song of choice they play before they go out on a job. it is an important part of their ritual. "sing, sing, sing" was pudge's favorite song and it could always be heard blasting out of his stereo system whenever he and angelo needed to attend to a crucial and often deadly piece of business. by playing it now, he was confirming the importance of my first job and his confidence that i would not fail in my task. it was also a way of handing his song down to me. from now on, it would be what i would play whenever i prepared to head out to help quench a gangster's insatiable thirst for blood and money." - lorenzo carcaterra, "gangster," p 270.
why don't you do right? sung by peggy lee (and yes, that's benny on the clarinet)
from movie, a song is born: "stealin apples" with lionel hampton
from same movie: "history of jazz"
as seen in the movie "Hollywood Hotel" 1937 (don't they just look like they are having a good old time? particularly the drummer - Gene Krupa - i could watch a good drummer all day)
bugle call rag:
"i sat on the soft upholstered couch and closed my eyes, trying to drown out the muted sounds rafting up from the crowded bar below. above me, the floorboards creaked as i heard pudge walk across his room and turn on the record player. he slid a benny goodman album on the turntable, rested the needle on the third cut, "sing, sing, sing," and turned the volume on high, knowing i was downstairs and wanting me to hear it. i sat back on the couch and smiled, my eyes still closed as i listed to gene krupa's ground-swelling drum solo mix with goodman's magical clarinet. almost every career criminal i've ever met has a song of choice they play before they go out on a job. it is an important part of their ritual. "sing, sing, sing" was pudge's favorite song and it could always be heard blasting out of his stereo system whenever he and angelo needed to attend to a crucial and often deadly piece of business. by playing it now, he was confirming the importance of my first job and his confidence that i would not fail in my task. it was also a way of handing his song down to me. from now on, it would be what i would play whenever i prepared to head out to help quench a gangster's insatiable thirst for blood and money." - lorenzo carcaterra, "gangster," p 270.
why don't you do right? sung by peggy lee (and yes, that's benny on the clarinet)
from movie, a song is born: "stealin apples" with lionel hampton
from same movie: "history of jazz"
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