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Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Day 23 of the thirty-day song challenge

Hey everyone!
Sorry about the lack of posts.
I can't believe that summer's almost over! Well, back to school really isn't such a bad thing for me. The sooner I get my associate's degree, the sooner I can transfer to an accredited engineering school, and the sooner I do that, the sooner I can take singing lessons for a third of a credit per semester. Woohoo!
I finally got my tape recorder to work, and I recorded myself singing. Unfortunately, SOMEONE, I won't mention any names *cough cough Shannon cough cough*, kept interrupting me while she was talking on the phone.
Anyway, I recorded myself playing on the piano and singing "Friday" by Rebecca Black, yes, you heard right, I wrote an accompaniment for Friday, and then I recorded myself singing "My Immortal" by Evanescence. Or at least, the first verse, before I was interrupted for the fourth time.
And you know what's really weird? Well, "Friday", in C, is at the top of my vocal range, the highest note being a G, and "My Immortal", which I sing an octave down because I'm a guy, is at the low end of my vocal range, the lowest note being a low A. And, because I was stupid and didn't warm up, I ended up flat on half of the Gs in "Friday", and was completely off key singing "My Immortal".
But I found it so weird that I did better on a song at the top of my range than one at the bottom. Well, I am a tenor. But I also learned that, no matter how easy a song feels to sing, if you don't practice it, you'll sound like a mutilated porpoise. But I do practice! It's just that I only practice... when there's no one home....
And that's probably once every, oh, I don't know, two months.
So I guess I'm just gonna have to suck it up and practice with my family home. That means that my brothers will have to suck it up when I a) won't let them in the room for half an hour, and b) sound like a mutilated porpoise when I try to learn new stuff, or hit that high A. Honestly, if I can manage to hit a high A, and do it well, the possibilities are almost limitless! I will be able to sing some Nickelback, some Three Days Grace, and "Forget You" by Cee Lo Green without having to go into falsetto! Not that there's anything wrong with falsetto. I use it to freak out my friends all the time!
Okay, so back to the song challenge. I'm actually looking forward to getting back to regular posts again. I mean, listing a song for every occasion is cool, but it's demanding. Meaning that I actually have to think about it. Lazy, I know.
And today is day 23, a song I want to play at my wedding! I don't even know whether I'm getting married, much less the song I want to play at my wedding! But there is one that I know of that is pretty good. And that's "Hold My Hand" by Sean Paul.
Okay, for those of you who know Sean Paul, he's a bit of a misogynist.
"Sexy gal drop it pon de floor," "She want me deal wit her body," "Five-million-and-forty top cuties be shakin' up dem booties".... These are all lines that frequent Sean Paul's Reggae-Hip-Hop beats. And multiple variations of these lines. But I only know most of that because of the liner notes on his CDs. The guy raps so fast, and then uses a combination of Jamaican Pigeon and English that sometimes sounds almost unintelligeble. It's actually quite funny, and often makes me laugh. His new album was more clear, though, which meant that I could actually tell what he was saying, and, coincidentally, the lyrics were much more dirty as well. I didn't really care for it for this reason. However, he does have a few heartwarming ballads about love and dedication to more than just the body of his lover. This is one of them. Here it is:
I hope this is the one with just Sean Paul. I didn't care for the version that featured Kerri Hilson (please tell me I spelled that right).

Well, next time is a song that I want to play at my funeral. That one's wicked easy.
So that should be an incentive for me to post agai-
OH MY GOSH, I got my learner's permit on Friday! Since then, I have been taught in my church parking lot for an hour, have driven to a friend's house, and have driven to and from karate! Winning! But not in a Charlie Sheen sort of way.
Oh, and I'm turning seventeen in a week! I'm so excited! I'm still debating whether to have my friends over like I did last year.
Anyway, see you sometime in the near future.

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

Day 22 of the thirty-day song challenge

Hey everyone!
As you can probably tell, I'm feeling much better now. Yeah, breaking up kinda depressed me a bit, but we both thought it was for the best, so I'm fine now. It's looking like everythings going to be getting back to normal soon, and we'll be getting back to being friends like we were before.
Oh, and I actually have an excuse for why I haven't posted in a while. I just got home from a trip to North Carolina where I visited my aunt and uncle.
It was alot of fun. After a hellish car-ride, we settled in for the first day, then, on the second day, we went to an amusement park. At this park, they had a roller coaster called "The Intimidator", and my, was it intimidating! Since everyone else chickened out, and my uncle was putting our stuff in a locker on the other side of the park, Banana and I were the only ones who rode it. Now, the last time I had ridden a real roller coaster was nine years ago. I went on one at an amusement park once, and never went back. So this was my first roller coaster in nine years. And what a way to jump back in the water! "The Intimidator" was probably the tallest ride in the whole park, taller even than the skyview tower. Yeah. Pretty doggoned tall. Needless to say, Shannon and I were both quite nervous. After waiting in a decent-sized line, we finally got on the roller coaster, and it slowly began climbing uphill. Now, when things like that happen, I have a tendency to dwell only in the present moment. So I'm not even thinking about what happens next. So I went the hole ride up to the top without panicking. Now, those of you who know me know that I rarely, if ever, swear, and if I do, I use the mildest profanities available. Well let me tell you, the second that coaster started going over the top and I had a glimpse of the bottom, two words escaped my lips: "Holy sh[expletive]!"
The thing went down, and I felt like I was going to fly out of my seat and land on the inviting sylvan turf below the coaster, effectively snapping my neck. And that feeling, along with said two words, accompanied every drop in the track. After the longest roller coaster ride I had ever been on, the car pulled to a stop at the boarding area, and shakily, we disembarked. My face was extremely pale, and Shannon and I grasped each other's hands as we awkwardly stumbled back to the rest of our party. After a few minutes, I reallized exactly what had been flying unchecked out of my mouth, and I felt a terrible sense of guilt, given that I had taught a few seven-to-eleven-year-old children a new word, and one way to use it.
None of the other coasters came close to the magnitude of "The Intimidator", and quite frankly, I think that's a good thing. The rides were thrilling, yes, but I enjoyed them for the speed and the movement rather than the danger of flying upside-down several times.
Then we went to the water park for a while, and took home some free souveniers, courtesy of our dear solar ally. Or oppressor, depending on how you look at it.
My mom bought me a hilarious shirt that I can't wait to show off, and then we left.
The next day, we took a trip to a science museum, and then went to the bookstore, where my uncle bought us all a book. I chose "Empire" by Orson Scott Card, who happens to be the author of "Ender's Game", and "Ender's Shadow", which are two of my favorite books. I guess I wanted to see if he was as good an author without superintelligent children involved. I haven't started reading it yet, but it looks very interesting. Then we went to see "Captain America" at the movie theater. Now, I'm not big into superheroes (unless it's the epic version of the song by Edguy), but this was an amazing movie. And then, last, but not least, we went to "Buffalo Wild Wings Bar and Grill".
Will all of my fellow New-Englanders please stand up. How many of you have tasted the hot salsa around here? Well, our hot is a little bit less than medium in the south.
I'm Colorado born, so I don't have wimpy New-Englander taste buds. We got the hot wings with a side of the hottest sauce in the place. I tried it, and it was amazingly hot. So hot I almost couldn't eat it. Almost. It was one of those times where you look up to heaven during grace, and, as an afterthought, add, "....and thank you God for bleu cheese dressing and celery. Amen."
After the meal was done, Mom bought me some of the hot sauce they used! I am so excited! I can't wait to try it on our next meal with chicken! I got Spicy Garlic, Wild (normal buffalo sauce -- hotter than hot), and Blazin' (the hottest stuff in the place).
When we were ordering, the woman double, triple, and quadruple checked to make sure that I wanted Blazin'. And when I said yes, she just sighed and shook her head as she put it in the box for me to take home. Yes. It is THAT spicy. Lovin' the Habaneros!
Today, after another hellish car-ride, we got home, and that leads us to where we are now, doesn't it?
Where are we now?
AH YES, the song challenge!
Okay, so today is day 22, a song that I listen to when I'm sad. Even more irony! I do a song I listen to when I'm happy when I'm sad, and a song that I listen to when I'm sad when I'm no longer sad.
That's kinda hard, given that I don't tend to listen to music when I'm sad. But there is one. After the first breakup I ever had, now this is years ago, I was absolutely miserable. Because that's what breakups do. They make you miserable. And I had my favorite tape playing, and suddenly, this song came on. And I just started singing along to it at the top of my lungs with all of the passion I could muster. It's an awful song really, and I didn't mean a word of it, but it felt so good to let out the feelings that were bottled up inside me.
What was the song? You're not going to believe this.
I'm sure you've heard of "Weird Al" Yankovic.
Yes, I know that's really weird. You'd expect someone like, oh, I don't know, "Boys Like Girls" or "Mary Chapin Carpenter" or some other artist who sings about breakups, but no, "Weird Al" Yankovic. Unexpected indeed.
Back then, those years ago, he was my favorite singer, and I would listen to his tapes over and over and over and over and over again. This song was one of my favorites, and it's called "One More Minute".

The song is very clean, and actually, very funny hilarious!

Oh my gosh, another random tangent here, Evanescence has returned with a new single entitled "What You Want". One word description: amazing!
You can hear the song here:

Awesomeness, right?
I just heard it today, and already I'm thinking of covering it. I mean, it would be the most recent cover the band has done. Speaking of the band, Josh and Ture are healing nicely, and hopefully we'll be able to get working on my finished song, and whichever ones the rest of our band have finished, as well as our covers of "Everdream" and "My Immortal". I want to get together with our other vocalist and work on the vocals for the two covers for a little bit before working on it with the rest of the band.
Well, anyway, it's getting late, and I've been up since 4:30 this morning, so I think it's best that I go pass out on my bed until morning.

Monday, August 1, 2011

Day 21 of the thirty-day song challenge

"Love's the devil counting teardrops in the rain to the sound of a chalkboard symphony played with nails." -- "Love, The Hardest Way" by H.I.M.

It's unusual for me to begin a post with such a fatalistic quote. I'm sad to say, I'm feeling very fatalistic right now.
I just had a break-up. I'm sure most of you know what that feels like to an extent. So, I really don't have to explain the quote at all.

And, whadda ya know, today's day 21, ironically, a song I listen to when I'm happy. You can probably tell that I'm absolutely thrilled to be doing this day, given the circumstances.
Well, *sigh*, you know the band "Tears for Fears"? They had a few hits in the 80s. Well, they've released music since then, throughout the 90s, and even into the 2000s. One of these songs, from 2006 is one that I always listen to while I'm happy. I actually didn't like it until a few weeks ago. It's called "Floating Down the River (Once Again)".

So, tomorrow's day 22. Sorry for the short post. My brain's about to shut off, and I've written about as much as I can right now.
See you next time.


Do Not Eat the Fairy Poodle!

Do Not Eat the Fairy Poodle!