I always appreciate good use of my favourite word.
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Bill Nye, Liberating “fuck”
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Podcast Slacking
So I haven’t yet posted the last couple episodes of the Sweet and Sour Variety Hour. I justify this with a sassy “I do what I want, don’t tell me what to do, website!”
Here’s a photo of a rhino painting to tide you over.
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Reggie Watts on my birthday
In 2008, I came across a youtube video of Reggie Watts. Sitting in his New York Apartment with a microphone and a loop machine, Reggie won me over in less than 2 minutes.
I proceeded to share the video with anyone who’d sit down and watch it on my computer. “You GOTTA see this” I said. “Just wait, this next part is soooo amazing”. At the time, I was referring to CollegeHumor way too often, and suddenly, there is that Reggie Watts guy again!
This prompted me to comb the internetz for EVERY video I can find where RW throws down.
A Reggie Watts performance:
- scat
- beatbox
- rap
- singing
- talking
- joking
I wanted to know everything about him! Who is this afro’d musical genius? Why aren’t we best friends yet? It seemed like his performances were limited to intimate cafes and clubs in New York city! That was a 20 hour drive from Toronto!! In 2010, I was suprised when I turned a corner in the Seattle Rock and Roll Museum and saw a display dedicated to…Reggie Watts! Why so special? Apparently, he holds some kind of record for widest vocal range in a human being. I wouldn’t doubt it, in one song he can flow from highest canine pitch down to the deepest bass that rumbles in your gut. Ten octaves! In 2011, he was interviewed by my favourite new-age writer, Daniel Pinchbeck and a room full of people for RealitySandwich.com.
Earlier in 2012 he performed a TED talk unlike any talk I’ve seen at the conference.
This year, Reggie is playing on my birthday. In Victoria for Rifflandia festival. I’m gonna interview him. It’s fate.
#dreamscomingtrue
Update: He asked me out for dinner that night
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I Can’t Stand…
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Bjork’s Pure Amazingness
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Sucker for melody, rhythm, and harmony
Today has been a day of solemn music (posting podcast of SSVH later, you’ll see.)
THIS ONE just hits me in the gut every time I hear it.
“Alone on the ol’ teal sea. Dissolving who we are. Call out for yesterdays destiny come. We’re on a foreign shore. It was your mark of falling”
And this one. A religious piece, but I’m not afraid. A wise man told me on the weekend that all religions are pointing to the same things anyway. The voices of those women on the harmonies sends chills vibrating through the backs of my legs.
Lookit! An Instagram!