This week's poll: Apparently, some people are having trouble viewing the Beethoven's 5th videos because BYU blocks YouTube. If you are one of those people, go to the Pass the Ice Cream fan page on Facebook to find out how to view the videos there (because BYU does not block Facebook).
If you still can't view the videos and desperately want to have your sensibilities offended and your time wasted, send an email to passtheicecream@gmail.com--we'll try to figure something out (no guarantees).
Last week's poll: The majority of people voted to keep music on The Blog, but change the mix. However, because this week's poll involves listening to music, the playlist has been temporarily removed. The playlist will return (with new excellent non-love songs) after the close of the Beethoven's 5th poll.
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label music. Show all posts
Sunday, March 1, 2009
Thursday, February 26, 2009
A 'Tribute' to Beethoven
Since the Beethoven post yesterday brought up the Trans-Siberian Orchestra's 'version' of Beethoven's 5th Symphony, I decided we should get to hear it. And, during my visit to YouTube, I discovered many many other excellent renditions.
CAUTION: If you are musically sensitive in any way, your soul may be offended by these videos.
(Also, some of the videos are long, because, well, it's a symphony, not some pop radio hit.)
Video #1: The Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO). Enjoy?
Video #2: Seemed semi-appropriate for The Blog.
Video #3: I have no words for this.
Video #4: This video is disturbing and makes no sense--make sure you catch the part in the middle where the kitchen chairs move unaided and the camera is dropped (to simulate an earthquake?)I actually recommend wasting 7:22 seconds of your life to watch the entire thing because it makes less sense as it goes on.
Video #5: Some music just shouldn't be restyled.
Now that you are sufficiently pained, visit the poll on the right to vote for the best--and by best I mean worst--Beethoven video.
Oh, and don't date people who abuse good music with bad renditions and weird images.
CAUTION: If you are musically sensitive in any way, your soul may be offended by these videos.
(Also, some of the videos are long, because, well, it's a symphony, not some pop radio hit.)
Video #1: The Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO). Enjoy?
Video #2: Seemed semi-appropriate for The Blog.
Video #3: I have no words for this.
Video #4: This video is disturbing and makes no sense--make sure you catch the part in the middle where the kitchen chairs move unaided and the camera is dropped (to simulate an earthquake?)I actually recommend wasting 7:22 seconds of your life to watch the entire thing because it makes less sense as it goes on.
Video #5: Some music just shouldn't be restyled.
Now that you are sufficiently pained, visit the poll on the right to vote for the best--and by best I mean worst--Beethoven video.
Oh, and don't date people who abuse good music with bad renditions and weird images.
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Beethoven
Jukeboxes are fun, but not for more than 15 minutes. I learned this from experience.
I was on a double blind date, and we had just ordered dinner at a famous Provo landmark: The Malt Shoppe. So far, so good. Then the jukebox caught my date's eye--he rushed over to put all of his life's savings in the machine, gushing that there were so many good songs to choose from. "Whatever," I thought, "I just hope they'll turn off the other elevator music coming over the restaurant's speakers." (They didn't.)
The dinner conversation consisted of my date telling us the title, artist, album, year released, genre, and history of each song he had chosen. Glares ensued if we didn't get trivia correct--"I mean, come on! Don't you guys know this one?!"
Fast forward a half hour: three of us were ready to move on to the next activity. My date, however, had other plans. "Wait, we still haven't heard all the songs I paid for yet!" We continued the "conversation," but this time without the distraction of dinner.
It finally got interesting when my date asked us, "Ok, guys, what's the best song--with lyrics--ever written?" We each gave a deer-in-the-headlights look and shrugged. Knowing by now he couldn't elicit a better response, he exclaimed, "Beethoven's 5th Symphony!" Now, I don't pretend to be any sort of music guru or snob, but I'm pretty sure that that "song" doesn't have lyrics, so I boldly spoke up. "Uh . . . sorry, but I'm pretty sure that Beethoven's 5th does not have words to it." He promised me that it did, and again I disagreed, until he retorted with, "The Trans-Siberian Orchestra plays it with words!!"
Ah. Excuse me, then--I stand corrected.
I was on a double blind date, and we had just ordered dinner at a famous Provo landmark: The Malt Shoppe. So far, so good. Then the jukebox caught my date's eye--he rushed over to put all of his life's savings in the machine, gushing that there were so many good songs to choose from. "Whatever," I thought, "I just hope they'll turn off the other elevator music coming over the restaurant's speakers." (They didn't.)
The dinner conversation consisted of my date telling us the title, artist, album, year released, genre, and history of each song he had chosen. Glares ensued if we didn't get trivia correct--"I mean, come on! Don't you guys know this one?!"
Fast forward a half hour: three of us were ready to move on to the next activity. My date, however, had other plans. "Wait, we still haven't heard all the songs I paid for yet!" We continued the "conversation," but this time without the distraction of dinner.
It finally got interesting when my date asked us, "Ok, guys, what's the best song--with lyrics--ever written?" We each gave a deer-in-the-headlights look and shrugged. Knowing by now he couldn't elicit a better response, he exclaimed, "Beethoven's 5th Symphony!" Now, I don't pretend to be any sort of music guru or snob, but I'm pretty sure that that "song" doesn't have lyrics, so I boldly spoke up. "Uh . . . sorry, but I'm pretty sure that Beethoven's 5th does not have words to it." He promised me that it did, and again I disagreed, until he retorted with, "The Trans-Siberian Orchestra plays it with words!!"
Ah. Excuse me, then--I stand corrected.
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