I wanted to present an excerpt from the Moby iTunes Originals session which I really like in which Moby talks about wanting to be a singer, and the imperfections of his voice, and how he loves them. Then I figured I’d present an alternate version of “Slipping Away”, since it seems to be such a big hit.
For the record, I still think I prefer the original (of this track, there’s others in this collection which I prefer to the original) but there’s something cool about hearing this very raw version of the track. Maybe it’s just cause I love that his singing isn’t perfect, cause mine isn’t either. Not that you’ll ever hear that.
I’ll likely continue to post a few of these “iTunes Originals” versions of tracks from Hotel. I mean, why not? They’re good songs, and it’s pretty cool to hear these alternate versions.
I thought that old joke: this guy goes to a psychiatrist and says, ‘Doc my brother’s crazy: he thinks he’s a chicken’. And, uh, the doctor says, ‘So why don’t you turn him in?’ The guy says, “I would, but i need the eggs’.
I guess thats pretty much now how I feel about relationships: you know, they’re totally irrational and crazy and absurd. But, uh, I guess we keep going through it because most of us need the eggs.
Taking their name from “brothers”, bros are a diverse group of desperate males currently populating American college parties and fraternities. They can be found attempting to increase their Facebook friend total by attending pretty much every gathering in existence. But don’t be fooled by the Axe spray and limited vocabulary, these mongrels have been known to be aggressive and obnoxious in a party environment. Fortunately, they can generally be subdued by a suggestion to “chill” or “mellow” out, considering their false bravado is only a thin veil to hide their numerous insecurities and perpetual need to be accepted.
You might be a bro if:
You try to relate to other people on your campus through Family Guy or viral YouTube videos.
For you, wearing a pink polo with a popped collar is the pinnacle of style.
Despite a long history of great American comedians, you consider Dane Cook to be “the funniest shit, brah”.
All of your favorite memories from college involve beer pong.
You think Chuck Norris jokes are hilarious, and make sure to recite them regularly.
No Moby for today, even if there’s one last song from Hotel I’d love to share. Instead I’m reposting a track that I became obsessed with last year. I listened to it nearly every day. It helped me get through some crazy shit that was going on and I’m hoping that maybe this year it can do the same.
If you don’t know about “The Sunscreen Song” you might want to check out the Wikipedia article.
It’s long. It’s weird. And yet it’s also kind of moving. I just wish I could take all the advice…
Ladies and Gentlemen of the class of ’99 If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience…I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth; oh nevermind; you will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they have faded. But trust me, in 20 years you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked….You’re not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future; or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubblegum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind; the kind that blindside you at 4pm on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing everyday that scares you
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts, don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy; sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind…the race is long, and in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember the compliments you receive, forget the insults; if you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters, throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life…the most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives, some of the most interesting 40 year olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium.
Be kind to your knees, you’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll have children,maybe you won’t, maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary…what ever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much or berate yourself either – your choices are half chance, so are everybody else’s. Enjoy your body, use it every way you can…don’t be afraid of it, or what other people think of it, it’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own..
Dance…even if you have nowhere to do it but in your own living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do NOT read beauty magazines, they will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents, you never know when they’ll be gone for good.
Be nice to your siblings; they are the best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go,but for the precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle because the older you get, the more you need the people you knew when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard; live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths, prices will rise, politicians will philander, you too will get old, and when you do you’ll fantasize that when you were young prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund, maybe you have a wealthy spouse; but you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair, or by the time you’re 40, it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but, be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia, dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
So it takes some time And slip away Holding on to love Love should stay Holding on to you is the best thing I’ll ever do
I know how it rains I know how it pours I never could feel this way For anyone but you
Got a great response from the Moby track I posted yesterday, so here’s another soft, low-key track from the album that I absolutely adore. A great mellow, late-night, romantic track.
Once again, if you haven’t yet checked out the Moby back catalogue do yourself a favour and do so. It’s incredible. Hotel is a nice mix of his styles, and probably his most easily accessible album, next to Play (which is pretty much one of those albums you simply must listen to before you die). 18 is pretty good too (good enough for Woody Allen to feature a track in one of his films).
All that we needed tonight Are people who love us and like I know how it feels to need Oh when we leave here, you’ll see
Open to everything happy and sad Seeing the good when it’s all going bad Seeing the sun when I can’t really see Hoping the sun will at least look at me
Focus on everything better today All that I needed I never could say Hold on to people, they’re slipping away Hold on to this while it’s slipping away
I’ve been revisiting Moby’s 2005 Album “Hotel" a lot lately. I don’t know what it is about the album but it just feels right for right now. I remember when I first heard it I wasn’t wild about it since it was such a departure from the Moby stuff I knew and loved (most notably Play and to a lesser degree 18). However now that I’ve gotten used to the fact that its not an electronic-dance-pop type record I’ve become very accepting of it, and grown to really like it.
Maybe it’s the lyrics? Maybe its the orchestrations? Maybe it’s simply the fact that Moby’s voice has this untrained quality to it? Moby himself said that for the longest time he hated his voice (sound familiar) but grew to accept that he’d never be David Bowie and grew to love the things that made his voice unique. I admire that. Also doesn’t hurt that the songs are mostly in my range.
This song in particular is quickly becoming my favourite on the record. There’s a few more rock/dance tracks, and a few more laid back romantic songs (which are beautiful by the way), but this one just seems to fit my mood lately.
Seriously though, if you still haven’t checked out the Moby back catalogue do yourself a favour and do so. It’s incredible. And with so many different musical styles there’s bound to be at least one album you’ll enjoy.
One fear of mine was that I knew there’d come a day that it would be just Michael and I in the same room one on one. I’d rehearsed it in the mirror over and over, just what was I going to say to this guy??? Well that day came, and what was probably seconds, seemed like a very long time. Catering had arrived at the Studio and here Michael and I were standing by ourselves. I was looking at the floor and said to myself, “this is it, this is what I‘ve been afraid of, I’m going to have to break the ice.” I took a big deep breath and raised my head to speak and … wham .. I got hit with a handful of corn, I thought, “oh no this is going to be war” … I picked up some pickles and threw them at Michael, then he threw something else and it went back and forth for a while. We were laughing so hard (I had to clean it all up later of coarse) but for three weeks we couldn’t look at each other without laughing. What a great way for him to make me feel at ease. Michael really has a great sense of humor, he just loves seeing people do a 3 stooges act and fumble all over themselves. I wish there were more people in the world exactly like Michael Jackson, he is truly one amazing human being.
Learn from the past, New Orleans was flooded So we know we just can’t rely on the government
Jay-Z sings these words in the Haiti Relief single, Stranded (Haiti Mon Amour). It’s an interesting message as it really hits home something that’s been bothering me lately: while the outpouring of support for Haiti is truly inspirational and an incredible thing, where was this support when Katrina devastated New Orleans (and continues to have devastating effects).
Again, I think it’s absolutely wonderful to be supporting to Haiti and I did mypart, but I cannot help but be a little bit perplexed as to why when things happen on our own soil (or soil so close to home) we are able to turn a blind eye. I’m not sure Kanye was entirely correct in his estimation that George Bush doesn’t like black people… but I don’t think he was entirely incorrect either.
And I have a feeling part of the outpouring of support for Haiti is related to people’s guilt about how badly we fucked up in New Orleans. This isn’t me being cynical. This is me being upset that these things are even issues to begin with.
“Please do not be cynical. I hate cynicism. For the record, it’s my least favorite quality, it doesn’t lead anywhere. Nobody in life gets exactly what they thought they were going to get. But if you work really hard and you’re kind, amazing things will happen. I’m telling you, amazing things will happen.”—Conan O’Brien
People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals (PETA) was founded in 1980 and based in Virginia as an animal rights organization seeking to end abuse against animals. While PETA always claims to have the best intentions for animals, their methods have been anything but respectable. Even if you ignore the fact that they objectify women by sexualizing them for the sake of gaining attention, or that they use tasteless marketing campaigns to compare the slaughtering of animals to the Holocaust of human beings, the truth is that PETA has euthanized more than 19,200 dogs, cats, puppies, and kittens since 1998. With donations coming in all the time from rich celebrities like Pamela Anderson, Morrissey, and Paul McCartney, PETA has made itself the largest animal rights group in the world. While other animal rights groups criticize PETA for being too compromising and soft on action, PETA has also allegedly supported animal rights terrorist groups as well. For a group claiming to be in service to the ethical treatment of animals, it makes you wonder whether they know anything about ethics at all.
A MacGuffin (sometimes McGuffin) is “a plot element that catches the viewers’ attention or drives the plot of a work of fiction.”
Sometimes, the specific nature of the MacGuffin is not important to the plot such that anything that serves as a motivation serves its purpose. The MacGuffin can sometimes be ambiguous, completely undefined, generic or left open to interpretation.
Y’know how, at first, Psycho seems like it’s going to be a heist movie about Janet Leigh’s embezzling then going on the lam? Yeah. That.
At one point Michael [Jackson] was angry at one of the producers on the project because he was treating everyone terribly. Rather than create a scene or fire the guy, Michael called him to his office/lounge and one of the security guys threw a pie in his face. No further action was needed … . .
Yup. Genius. There was a reason the man was the king.
The Cinematic Orchestra - To Build a Home (Instrumental)
I’ve been a huge fan of The Cinematic Orchestra since “Man With A Movie Camera”, but I think this remains my favourite song from them. It’s so incredibly beautiful, and while the original version with vocals from Patrick Watson is absolutely fantastic, there’s something all the more fantastic about this instrumental version.