Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Music. Show all posts

Thursday, November 27, 2008

I forgot what- Stream of Consciousness writing

I'm going to write stream of consciousness wring. That was not a very smoothe first sentence. Eh, at least it got me started. I need to put on music. I can hear James Bond through the wall. That sounds bad. Ah, that music- it is all better now. Now what do I say? When writing stream of consciousness writing, do you edit your thoughts? That sounds bad, but I do mean it. I keep forgetting the i in writing. This could go on for a long time. Maybe too long. I think I'm getting repetitive. Blogger has an auto save. It frightens me, but I think that it is a good idea. Why did I spell smooth with an e on it above? That is funky. Funky in a good way. I think it looks better with an e at the end. C'mon music, start the next song. I want a koka. No on will know what that is. Maybe I should tell them. Perhaps I should explain my train of thought that led me to that declaration. That is part of the problem with stream of consciousness writing. You sometimes must explain things that make perfect sense to you. In order to full explain this, I must take a short intermission. Excuse me- why am I asking for you to excuse me- let's not get into that--- Intermission continues-



Heh- let's offer no explanation, and keep them guessing. that's all that matters, anyway. These are my thoughts, and I can think whatever I wanna think. At least, that's what I was under the impression I was able to do. What if I'm wrong. Oh, horror! People reading your thoughts. Let's change the subject. Do I really say 'let's change the subject' when I'm really thinking? I shall have to pay closer attention to that. Is this really stream of consciousness writing? How much more streamy can it get? Ha, let's take out that 'r.' Yeah, that's more like it. Now I am trying to think of worthy thoughts to write down, besides 'my neck is/was itching.' Is slash was? I . . . great thoughts suffer not to come my direction. Let's take a vitamin c. Oh no. I'm doing that let's thing again. They're going to think you're crazy, just me. Change subject, do not use let's, we, or you in reference to self. Self in singular. Selves is plural. It's a lonely world. My face itched. I don't want to say that. You did just say it. Yeah. Again- 'it's a lonely world.' I just quoted myself. Everyone is going to think that I am crazy. I think that I would rather be slightly crazy and eccentric but happy, than a normal loser who is unhappy. Let's all forget that I said that, and this let's means you and I. Oh! I feel poetic! Make it stop! But no, I prefer feeling poetic to other things. I like this music. How fast can I type? I have to look a the keyboard. The thoughts, they come faster and faster, racing for the destiny of the blog! Whatever shall happen next?! Let's make a new paragraph for ease of reading

I usually don't write this much. I hope that it does not hurt anyone's eyes to read this because I have nearly white type on a black background. I have two Black Mamba energy drink bottles on my desk. I shall try not to become an energy drink junkie. Let's change subject. Ooh! I just read back over my thoughts, and they are interesting! That was probably a bit too positive of a positive self-talk. Post-it notes. No- I don't want to think about that- not post-it notes, something else. I bet Jedi robes are comfortable. I would like one. I would like a Yoda backpack. Then I could run around with it. People will probably think badly of it, and think that it is strange, but who says they don't think that way of me, any way? Ha, let's just forget them and have fun. Looking-glass self. Is that really who I want to be? Who else am I supposed to be? Be happy. No. There is a song. I don't like it when some songs get stuck in my head. I like this music. I want her other CD. It has 'Koka' on it. My desk is littered with uncomfortable things I want to forget. So then let's forget them. I don't want to think about it. Antibacterial hand gel. It might disinfect your hands, but it does not make them clean. Only water will. I find psychological disorders fascinating, but let's not get into that, or people shall think that you have one. People!

People, people everywhere
All at me they sit and stare
Without manners, without care!
You stupid people everywhere!

I said that I was feeling poetic. Sometimes it just comes, but the moment needs to be right. The words, they just come to me so easily. Now they shall think that you are a freak. Freak. Why do people call other people freaks? I think that my thoughts are getting too deep, and must be censored before public consumption. Consumption? That is . . . perhaps not the best word choice.

Oh! It's Christmas music time! I should put some of that in. I would like to go off to a snowy world somewhere. I like snow. My family doesn't. I have always felt a little bit of guilt over that. It is like I cannot share such a simple commonality with them as that. Is commonality a word, or did I make it up? It could become a word. Many words that were not are, or become. It is a word. Spell check says it is. Spell check don't know everything, so if spell check knows a word, you betcha that word is. Is real. Let's be theoretical. No, I think that it has passed. I know of some groovy music. I like that word. It's retro, but it has such deep meaning and feeling to it. It is from before my time, and yet during my time as well. I was born in retro times. It's a sobering thought.

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

YES!!!

World Music Network (the home of Rough Guide) has finally put out a CD of Mongolian music. From their label "Introducing" they have put out a CD introducing Hanggai from Inner Mongolia (part of China).

You can hear it at Amazon:
Hanggai

Tuesday, February 12, 2008

New Rough Guide

There's a new Rough Guide that was released today:

Rough Guide to the Music of Hungarian Gypsies

You can listen to samples on Barnes & Noble's website

I'm happy :-)

Tuesday, January 1, 2008

Happiness . . .

I just got a 729 CD shelf. It makes me happy.

But it looks so empty . . .

This is shelf #1.
Right now, I'm storing some of the musicals and more "girly" movies that the guys just don't have the guts to watch. If you click the picture, it will get bigger and you can read the names and titles of what I have on my happy, happy CD shelf.

This is shelf #2.
See Oklahoma? Don't mention that to Lori unless you want her to burst into song.

Shelf # 3.
Even with a few books on it, my CD shelf still looks empty.

Shelf # 4.
Here are all my new CDs. I still have two left to listen to (never mind about that- I just listened to them!). It is happiness. I got "Living Room" by Paris Combo, a CD of Gypsy music by Kalyi Jag, two more CD's from Chava Alberstein, Huayno Music from Peru II, The Rough Guide to Portugal and Vietnam, and more.

Shelf #5.
Here are my CD's from China, my first Chava Alberstein CD, and two others. I need to put Amalia in the Fado section.

Here's the other part of shelf # 5. It's my collection of music from India, and Bulgarian female vocal music that I got for $5.98 at Half-Price Books (I love that store). I have nothing else like it. I think I like Bulgarian music.

This is shelf # 6.
Here is mine (and Lori's) collection of Te Vaka. Lori really likes Te Vaka. Then I have my Huayno music from Peru, and the very happy Music of the Twsana people along with others.

Shelf #7
Here is my collection of Far East music. There are many beloved CD's pictured here.

Shelf #8
On the left is my collection of Fado, the lone Rough Guide to Italy, and a compilation of music from Mediterranean countries. On the right side is my Gypsy music, my wonderful, happy Gypsy music. There is one Cd of Russian music, but it has a few Russian Gypsy songs on it.

Shelf #9 contains miscellaneous Cd's. See Kokopelli's Cafe? I found it in some old music of my Dad's. I believe it was bought for track number 5, "Night of the Chupacabra"

This is shelf #11.
Here is all my Greek music. I like Greek music.

#12
Here is all my Mongolian, Tuvan, Tibetan, and Central Asian music. I feel I need more. They tell me I need more, too. Can't you hear them?

Shelf #13
Here is my Celtic collection, one Swedish Cd, and one Norwegian CD. I really like Clannad's "Celtic Voice"

Here is shelf #14. Woot Monkey, Protector of the CD's, resides here. If you don't mess with Woot Monkey, he won't mess with you. You have been warned.

Here are some of my classical Cd's, and my Dvorák collection on shelf #22. My family should have known, and should not have been surprised at my great love of Gypsy music.

On shelf #26 (!), I have the Christmas music. Things look pretty much normal, until you see "Nomad Christmas"

Thursday, November 29, 2007

Batsukh - Zoolon Zoolon Zambuulin

The title of this post is the most popular and the only Google search that has brought people to my blog. According to Statcounter, I had somebody from Mongolia look at my blog. I googled "Batsukh Zoolon Zoolon Zambuulin", and it was at the very top of the search.

Unfortunately, the page that Google linked to was not the actual post I made about Batsukh's song, but was to my blog's homepage. This poor, unfortunate person who was just looking for a song instead found the post below this one. No wonder why they visited my blog for zero seconds.

So, for all those who googled this song, here it is, again:

Saturday, November 17, 2007

I was looking through National Geographic's world music when I found this. I don't care if it French, I still like it. Here's what they said about them:

"Enter the cabaret! Paris Combo have stepped away from the modern chanson tradition of a lone man and his guitar, reawakening the smoldering influences of gypsy music, sweet Spanish and Italian melodies, cool American jazz, and a smoky hint of Django Reinhardt.

The group's name not only means that it's a combo from Paris, but also that its music is a combination of styles: French pop songs from the 1930s, Gypsy swing and music from North Africa. Yet the music is original and seductive, not nostalgic; presented with intelligence, irony, a subtle sense of humor, and above all else, exquisite taste. Their latest recording, Attraction, continues to defy categorization.

— Courtesy Calabash Music"

Hmm . . . "the smoldering influences of gypsy music?" No wonder why I like it. I like almost anything Gypsy. I'm posting the links from YouTube because they don't have the annoying 15-30 second adds before watching the video. Plus, they have the cool copy and paste to embed it in your blog thing.

Paris Combo - Attraction

I found it's lyrics (in French) and translated them through Babblefish (which is not always the most accurate, but you get an idea).

If it is not the wind of the change
Who comes to blow of the air to my wings
It is not draught that I wait
To fly away to the sky
I need a small quite pressing wind
To give me altitude
And to enjoy while planing
This idea of plenitude.

But here, that is not invented
This calms flat, so flat
Without a cloud, without a c?ur which beats...
If it is not the wind of the pleasure
Who comes to fight my weightlessness
I will not leave a bad zephyr
To push me right towards a lure.

{Refrain:}
Because if the love is not in the air
I prefer to remain on ground

And if I believe my friends of them the ants
In their remote idea of the airs,
To predict a life of paradise to me
Of labour and career
Never only, surrounded fellow-members
And of quite friendly cons?urs,
I could find the manner well
To approach happiness.

But here, that is not invented
This calms flat, so flat
Without a cloud, without a c?ur which beats...
If it is not the wind of the pleasure
Who comes to fight my weightlessness
I will not leave a bad zephyr
To push me right towards a lure.

{Refrain:}
Because if the love is not on ground
I prefer to take again the air

If it is not the wind of the change
Who comes to blow of the air to my wings
It is not draught that I wait
To fly away to the sky
I seek attraction vainly
Terrestrial or if it is needed lunar
Who will make me give an opinion
To be extra for it, the ordinary one...

{Refrain:}
If the love is not in the air
I prefer to remain on ground
But if the love is not on ground
I prefer to take again the air.


And there's this:

Living Room

Here are it's lyrics (in case you were wondering). They don't make too much sense, but sometimes that is to be expected.

Us all born from love in this old country
Where only of old man, of very old monkeys sat
With the orders of our freedoms
With the levers of our integrities

Then, stoppers us on the nose
That always makes them laugh
Go, stoppers us, between us
That will always make them the large one under
When they sell penknives to us
And of the unhealthy ideas
So that our small lives hide
In violence and hatred
Then what, one will sleep outside
Under the bridges, gold bridges
That others will have built to go from their kitchen
With their living room...

Their living room
It is not blank, it is not wind
It is the living room of the old erudite monkeys
Living room... Living room... Living room... room

We all are born, my friend
We all is alive, it is registered
In our?il, you see, at the shone bottom that
Of a desire for living, a desire

To traverse the world
This good ground if the Gironde
But not, but not, here that us are thundered!
Case without leave-passing
Is not necessary to let itself go

To dream of another life, my friend,
Not, is not necessary to dream
Because to dream, is necessary "leave-to pass"
Paper, to pass its life

On the other side of the bridge, gold bridges, outside
Y' in A of the tons, it is not that one is unaware of them
Because one often sees them passing from their kitchen
With their living room...

{with the Refrain}

Here how, when one thinks of it
We all are become of the elephants
Gnous, giraffes, orangs-outangs
In our reserves under monitoring
And that one will not be mislaid
In herd or all alone, isolated
In the reserves of at side
One is sure to fall on a bone

An osteopath of first

Who will dismember you, it is his business!
To make you pass the desire
Prohibited voyages

Prohibited in our old country
Where only of old man, of very old monkeys sat
In their kitchen, they gambergent
To improve their living room...


Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Zoolon Zoolon Zambuulin

Here's another song that I heard on the shortwave radio. I've got two versions of it: one by Javhlan, and one by Batsukh. The one that I heard on the radio was by Batsukh.

Batsukh - Zoolon Zoolon Zambuulin

Javhlan - Zoolon Zoolon Zambuulin

Friday, November 9, 2007

Music

I originally heard this song on my shortwave radio:

Baterdene & Erdenetsetseg - Gegeen Hair

It was being played by China Radio International (CRI) broadcasting to Mongolia when I first heard it. I recorded it, and got 34 seconds of it uninterrupted by speaking. I've actually manged to find quite a few of the Mongolian songs I heard being played by that station. None of the music I have posted here before was played when I was listening. In the near future, I will be posting the songs that I heard on the shortwave radio that I've found. I will note if they are that, or just music that I felt the uncontrollable urge to share with the world.

Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Music of the Day:

Otryn Aduuchin by Batsukh*


*When you click on this, it will ask you if you want to save it to disk or open it. Choose to open it. If you like it, you can click on it again and choose 'save to disk.'

Friday, May 25, 2007

Sun Ja Dil Ki Dastaan

Yes, I'm posting something from YouTube.

It's a song sung by Hemant Kumar. I just liked it too much not to share (This is not supposed to be a funny post, just in case you were wondering).

Wednesday, January 31, 2007

Celtic Music

Here's a list of all my Celtic Cd's:

Clannad

The Celtic Voice

I got this CD only a short while ago, and it quickly became one of my favorites. The first day I had it, I listened to it twice. Now, after listening to it many more times, I'm still not tired of it; in fact, I'm listening to it for the second time today as I write this.
The CD has 14 songs, and runs 53:34. It is sung in both English and Gaelic. The instruments are all the typical kinds used in Celtic music, but there is no fiddle, and lots of harp.
The first two songs, Dúlamán (Seaweed) and Éirigh Suas A Stóirín (Rise up my Love) are both sung in Gaelic. The third song, By Chance It Was, is sung in English, and the three after that are instrumental. The rest are sung in English, Gaelic, or a combination of both.

Solas

Sunny Spells and Scattered Showers

This CD runs 56:01and has 13 songs. It is another CD that I have just gotten. Like the Clannad CD, it tends more towards the traditional. The music has lots of banjo in it, and a bit of accordion (good accordion!), so if you don't like these, you might want to skip this CD. I would recommend the Clannad CD over this one; some of the songs are a bit slow, but I still like it (especially the first song.)

Putumayo: Celtic Tides

This is another good CD of Celtic music, especially if you are new to it. I found out about Clannad and Solas from the song they each had on it. One person who has two songs on it, Dougie MacLean, I did not like, but he could have been worse. It starts out with traditional music, but towards the end, it starts to get more contemporary.The entire CD is 52:26 minutes long, and has 13 songs

The Rough Guide to Irish Music

As it's name suggests, the music on here is a bit more 'Rough.' It has more traditional music, although there are some contemporary songs. This is another good CD if you are new to Celtic music. The only drawback was that some of the people whose songs I liked were not listed on Amazon