Got the iPod from Sing-Sing for Rs. 35,000. Scratches like a kitten.
Since I got an iPod I’ve been downloading music like mad. In Montreal we had the fastest Internet ever and I think I amassed gigs upon gigs of music. When I got the studio on St Laurent, however, I gave up on MP3s altogether. With broadband they’re really so 2001. Got a monthly subscription to Rhapsody, which was verily the greatest ever. They have a catalog of almost every song on earth and I could stream all of them. I stopped downloading music cause the industry gave me value added, not cause I felt guilty. I was still downloading the Soprano’s and Sex and The City, but I woulda paid for NetFlix if that worked in Canada. I melted my motherboard and lost all my MP3s, but didn’t really care – until I came to Sri Lanka. Streaming in Sri Lanka sounds like coolies are painfully carrying each packet on their back, that is, it doesn’t work. I though downloading would suck too, but I’m able to down about 50k/sec with a little diversification. Anyways, these are 3 MP3s I like.
Oh, and fcuk iTunes. 1 USD for a song that I can only copy x times. There’s no way I’m going to pay $350 for a 30GB iPod and $7,500 to fill it with songs. I could hire Wildfire to sit in the back of the car for less. What I would pay for is…
internetPod: I liked Rhapsody cause I could listen to tens of thousands of songs without having to download them. If an iPod had an Internet connection (most likely via the cell networks) it could theoretically stream any song you could imagine – to your pocket. I’d gladly pay $15-25 for access to some huge online music catalogs. I guess satellite radio iPod would be cool to start. Anyways, these are 3 songs I like this week. All MP3s can be downloaded from:
I was at the gym and the fk Black Eyed Peas came on. That woman’s vocals make me gush blood from the nose and ears so I hurried to put my headphones on. One of my favorite Rhapsody suggestions was Postal Service, which I re-downloaded.
Postal Service: They put the soul back in ‘souless electro-pop’. I don’t understand their bio, but as far as I can tell its Dntel and some guys from Death Cab for Cutie. I think they call it Postal Service mailed CD-Rs of songs back and forth to create the album. Anyways, it’s really good laptop rock. Without guitars… mostly keyboard/sampler and ethereal vocals.
Sleeping In: I like this song for driving in the morning. Makes your head bop at epileptic pace. The keyboards are gentle and, how do you say, undulating and the kick and snare are sharp. Vocals are quite belle too.
Again last night I had that strange dream
Where everything was exactly how it seemed,
Concerns about the world getting warmer
People thought they were just being rewarded
For treating others as they’d like to be treated
For obeying stop signs and curing diseases
For mailing letters with the address of the sender
Now we can swim any day in November
Belle and Sebastian: They make gay hipster rock as far as I know. B&S remind me of Dolce and Gabbana. I bet they’re wearing turtlenecks right now.
The Boy With the Arab Strap: This is actually my sister’s download, as she has a much better taste in indie than I. This is another happy song, with a rolling piano line and lyrics you can hum along to without knowing the words. It actually feels like Belle or Sebastian or whoever is making them up as he goes along.
Lady Sovereign: I am copying this review from Slate, because I agree with everything they say. About everything.
Armed with a “Save the Hoodie” campaign (English lawmakers want to ban them) and resembling Avril Lavigne after ransacking Sean John, the 19-year-old Louise Harman, the self-described “biggest midget in the game” (“the game” being rap), has a next-big-thing debut on Island Def Jam this spring. (She was signed by her No. 1 fan, label president Jay-Z.) A graduate of Vice Record’s grime sampling Run the Road compilation, the MC, lyricist, and producer hails from Wembley, England.
For this track, her J. Lo-dissing palette includes a baroque sound-effect production style and a tunefully bratty delivery that wraps itself around cheeky lines like, “Now get off your churr, I mean chair/ Some English MC’s get it twisted/ Start sayin’ cookies, instead of biscuits.”
Speaking of, my sister made chocolate chip cookies and I’m going to go eat them.