Simplicity is complex.
Alternative Alt Rockers Brand New have released a song demo from their new untied album
Mene is a biblical term meaning forthcoming doom. The incoming disaster is inescapable, such as the destruction of Babylon.
‘Cause love’s such an old-fashioned word
And love dares you to care for
The people on the edge of the night
And love dares you to change our ways
The things we have come to know, to rely on are slowly fading into obscurity. But our friendship always remains as a beacon of light shouting:
Get Off Your Lazy Ass and DANCE
And it’s happened once again
I’ll turn to a friend
Someone that understands
Sees through the master plan
– Blink 182
First off, Imogen Heap. Sparks. One of the best albums of 2014.
For Ms. Heap’s fans, she has been long working on this project to help her be closer with her audience. These musical gloves allow the user to use gestures to create sound or loops of sound.
However, CNN’s title makes it sound like anyone can literally slip on these gloves and become a musician.
Heap’s gloves will not magically turn anyone into an artist. It will not replace knowing musical composition, structure and musical knowledge. Heap and her team have brought a new technology into existence as part of her artistic expression.
Just for Now, off of her album Speak for Yourself shows what she does with her synthesisers live. Me the Machine, off of 2014 Sparks, Imogen can drop the keyboard and 808s and truly be in front of her audience.
Can she bee any more remarkable?
More on her gloves:
Hey there universe, It’s Jeff again. Not that one. The Black one. I sit on the left side of the hall. I know it is hard to keep track. I get it. Anyhow, whatever lesson you have, I did not get it. I went to the lecture. I sat in the front row. I took notes. Sure, I doodled a little in the margin but I was paying attention.
Dude, that one lecture could have been cut by like 30 minutes. I’m just saying. But I digress. I am still uncertain what you are trying to communicate to me. What’s going to be on The Final. I would totally review my notes, re-read your holy book but honestly could you just let me know what you think I should know? I’m begging you for mercy and signal what you want from me.
Until this point, I’ve been doing slightly above average. But I’m ready to be extraordinary. But I don’t know what step is next. The last few lessons have been muddled. I mean I showed up close to on time. I only fell asleep and drooled on the table that one time. I keep pestering the TA for the true meaning, She keep saying the answer is 42 but I keep getting 37. Clearly, I missed something and mathematics had never been my strong suit. I’ve watched closely. Observed. Done the exercises. But I’m not sure I’m getting a passing grade. It’s a new year so I’m asking you directly what you want to see in me.
Most improved student.
And I have searched both far and wide
And I’ve explored the deepest caverns of my mind
to try and find an explanation why
I get this funny feeling deep inside
When you kiss me goodbye.
In the service of relationships we practice being perfect. We practice our sainthood in the hope that we will be rewarded with adoration. As we are driven to become anything for someone else, we sometimes become martyrs for our cause.
Love, like faith, can never be held in an individual’s hands. But the story of a great love affair – especially one that is unrequited or has ended too soon – can be woven like scripture or a bedtime story. And so the themes of Sainthood are tied together by this simple title, borrowed, with great respect, from the lyrics of the Leonard Cohen song “Came So Far for Beauty”:
I practised all my sainthood / I gave to one and all / But the rumours of my virtue / They moved her not at all.– Tegan & Sara
Girl, you know I missed your soft sultry voice. Some homegrown talent. Her album should be dropping soon.
Check it out – Gone.