5 posts tagged “audio”
Anyway, with my current system there shouldn't ever be too long of a wait between new songs, unless I just stop writing for the next ten months. And I won't do that right now because... well, this is February Album Writing Month (FAWM)!
Show us an artist who you wish would hurry up and put out a new album.
Here's most of their EP from the RSR fan website I mentioned before. I uploaded these a couple months ago, but neglected to comment on them in a post.
Lyrics for "One Marathon" are here. They aren't the most accurate, but they're the best I've found as I don't really want to bother typing them out myself.
"It's All The Same" has this great 'Wa-hoo! I'm finally on a roll!', inspired feel to it. I will probably be listening to this a lot in during NaNoWriMo in November-- is it too early to mention that? I wouldn't want to startle anyone into a panic.
You might recognize the voice of Lisa Lobsinger, a lead singer at one point in Broken Social Scene (see wikipedia). Since I'd never heard BSS songs before today I did not. But it's okay, l like RSR a whole lot more.
They capture the essence of a feel-good, electronic pop sound with lyrics that make you eager to hear the next line in most, if not all, of their songs. I know RSR have been around for a few years and may be on a hiatus at the moment, but I only discovered them yesterday. *hides late freight ticket stub*
It was this song, Rip the Universe, on an opening music cue of The Best Years on the-n.com's The Click that made my ears perk up. Luckily I was able to catch the end credits to see exactly who was singing.
If you like that song included in this post, you can hear more on the following sites.
Fan site with more songs
Reverie Sound Revue (official site)
Here are lyrics to selected songs (including Rip the Universe).
The Best Years is not yet airing on TV but will in couple of weeks (starting Friday, June 29th on The N). If you watch it listen out for this song in the first minute or two of the premiere.
The series is about the life of an orphan, Samantha Best, from a foster home upbringing, matriculating with a full scholarship to a fictional Ivy League university in Boston. Think of it as a Wonder Years (sans narration) meets Popular (sans the excessive camp). Also, I always get a kick out of shows pretending to take place in the US, but being clearly Canadian.
The music of RSR has also been featured on Radio-Free Roscoe, another show on The N with inexplicably addictive music.
Click the picture to hear a sample of my song called "Pioche".
Pioche, NV, is a tiny town about three hours north of Las Vegas. Twelve miles away-- eight miles down a paved road, and four miles down an unpaved one-- was the location of the geology summer field class campsite where I lived for four weeks in the summer of 2002. Every three days or so, we would head into Pioche to stock up on basic supplies like water, food, and gas. We'd also use the electricity (and refreshments) of the local restaurants & saloon at night to finish up work on our field area maps. The weather was ridiculously hot at times, granted we were in the desert during the middle of summer. Between 7 and 8 AM each day, we were forced from sleep and out of our tents because by that time of morning it was at least 90 degrees. In the shade of our tents.
The field work was all right and the hiking was bearable most of the time. Some days it got so hot that it inexplicably started to thunder and pour rain. Though the rain tended to evaporate well before it actually reached the ground, we were always grateful for the cloudy respite. Somehow the lightning never had a problem reaching the ground. There were fires somewhere or another every day, all relatively far away from us, but we could see the billowy clouds of smoke all the way from our field area. One day a cloud of smoke billowed into our little valley and there was talk of packing up early and ending summer field early. We ended up staying put and simply heading to Pioche for the evening, where we discovered that the lightning storm we witnessed had knocked out most of the power in the whole town. Pretty scary.
There were fourteen students in my class plus three instructors. Between seventeen people we had just three department vehicles, so for logistical reasons there were commuting rules established for traveling between our campsite and Pioche. One of the big rules was to always make sure we had a carful of people, so as not to strand anyone some place. A precaution against a Titanic-lifeboat-shortage-like disaster, if you will.
Driving down both portions of the road we encountered animals that had apparently never before had to deal with SUVs. Unfortunately, some of these animals, particularly the wild rabbits and deer, were a little too curious for their own good. They would hop or mosey into the road just as we were passing through... at 55+ miles an hour. I was fairly traumatized after we hit the first couple of critters, but then I learned to not look at the road through the front window of the vehicle. It's not like we could actually feel whatever it was that we just ran over in a Suburban...
This was the summer they learned that a zig-zag escape pattern may work just fine for a coyote chasing behind but not a vehicle. Say the critter zigged and escaped an approaching SUV. Critter then inexplicablly zagged back into harm's way, rarely outrunning the wheel.
Upon my return home, I took some time to reflect on that experience and came up with this song while sitting in my living room just after I completed my big project for the class. It was only few weeks ago that I attempted to make a halfway-decent recording of it.
