Archive for January, 2012
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Image courtesy of Soundcloud Storywheel
Slideshows of old — most commonly busted out during health class and after family vacations — were generally somnambulant affairs. Well, Soundcloud has gone ahead and dusted the sleep off of those relics with the creation of Storywheel, a mashup of Instagram and Soundcloud that could very well be an awesome storytelling tool for bands.
Storywheel was first conceptualized at Music Hack Day Boston back in November by Johannes Wagener and Katharina Birkenbach. The idea is pretty simple: Allow the app to access your Instagram account, choose the photos you’d like to include, and narrate your slideshow image by image using Soundcloud’s “Record” button.
The resulting slideshows don’t appear to be embeddable as of yet (which is kind of a big oversight), but we can definitely see bands using this tool to create some pretty cool tour diaries/music videos (ala A Place To Bury Strangers’ “So Far Away” video).
In fact, New Jersey garage pop band The Static Jacks tested out the service today and created this slideshow for us replete with ruminations on the Olive Garden and all manner of hijinks.
Soundcloud announced Monday that it has hit 10 million registered users, and Instagram has 15 million accounts (a good chunk of which are manned by awesome musicians). Now that the two services are directly linked, we can only imagine what the sorts of crazy-ass slideshows bands will come out with. Here’s looking at you, Kreayshawn.
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Manolo Black photo courtesy of Peligrosa
The Peligrosa DJ crew, a group of Austin-based Latin American-obsessed dance purveyors, are known for their deep crates and knack for making foreign sounds accessible to the curious club-goer. While they certainly hold to a foundation of traditional fare like cumbia, samba, reggaeton, and merengue, they’ve also embraced fusion-genres like moombahton and Miami Bass, the progenitor of baile funk. In the hopes of spreading these sounds further, the Peligrosa DJs have decided to curate and record a new mix every month.
We have the first one here, with resident Manolo Black holding the reigns. The set starts off in party-mode, mixing samba-laced jazz (“Swinga Sambaby”), sassy, bass-laden baile raps (“Dona Sandra”) and the jolly call-and response anthem “Magalenha” into a groove that makes us yearn for sunnier days. (The latter is also one of our favorite pick-me-up songs.) Eventually, Black folds in a nod to jungle via a remix of “Casa Forte” and eventually rides out to down-tempo kick drums and soulfully laid Portuguese crooning. You probably won’t understand most of what anyone says in this mix, but we promise it doesn’t matter. [Download Manolo Black's mix for the Mezclando Con Peligrosa series via the Peligrosa Blog]
Track list:
Trio Mocotó, “Swinga Sambaby”
DJ Reagonomics, “E Boi”
Orquesta ft. Zuzuka Poderosa “Dona Sandra” (Thornato Remix)
Sergio Mendes, “Magalenha” (Whiskey Barons Edit)
Pinduca, “Vamos Farrear” (Manolo Black Edit)
Ed Lincoln, “Eu Não Vou Mais”
Daneil Haaksman ft. Bani Silva, “Rap Da Silva Acappella,”
Ney De Castro, “Ba-Tu-Ca-Da,” (Peter Heller Big Love From Rio Mix)
Astrud Gilberto, “Corcovado Interlude”
DJ Patife, “Capoeira”
Snowboy ft. Liliana Chachian, “Casa Forte”
Os Originais do Samba, “Tenha Fé Pois Amanhã Um Lindo Dia Vai Nascer” (Manolo Black Edit)
Souleance, “Passarinho”
Orientacao, “Tuze De Abreu”
Antonio Carlos Jobim ft. Elizete Cardoso, “Manha de Carnaval”
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Madonna poses with her Golden Globe Award in Beverly Hills, Calif., January 2012. Photo: Robyn Beck/AFP/Getty Images
Each week, Lizzy Goodman guides you through the dirty streets of rock and roll.
Bob Dylan once said that as a kid growing up in Minnesota, it was too cold to rebel. Ricky Gervais was in temperate Hollywood when he hosted last weekend’s Golden Globe Awards, but some of that iconoclasm-dampening Northeastern chill seemed to have followed him across the country. Everyone is saying that Gervais pulled his punches, and that’s certainly one way to put it. Last year he turned the likes of Johnny Depp and Angelina Jolie into unwitting participants in a subversive piece of nationally televised performance art. This year Gervais spent more time ragging on NBC (only Letterman and 30 Rock avoid looking desperate when pulling the mock-your-own-network gag) than he did shit-talking famous people to their faces, which is what we all show up to see. (Even the famous people!)
Feeling bolstered by the Giants’ win earlier that afternoon, I picked up off my floor a version of the same outfit I’ve been wearing all year thus far — leggings and like three layers of shirt plus hat coat and gloves — and jumped in a cab to Brooklyn where my friend was throwing a Golden Globes viewing party. Tucked away under blankets on her couch, a view of the Williamsburg bridge to my left, an extra dirty martini on the coffee table to my right, and red carpet awesomeness on the TV screen, the evening began as it should, with lots of bitching about how terrible (Jessica Biel) and awesome (Reese Witherspoon) everyone looked.
With Gervais curiously hobbled, the evening’s entertainment became a team effort. When our host fell flat, celebrities rallied with penis jokes: Clooney thanked newly minted stud Michael Fassbender for relieving him of full frontal nude duties and likened the young actor’s cock to a golf club, presenters Tina Fey and Jane Lynch high-fived after delivering their own phallic one liner, and show-stealer Seth Rogen clearly embarrassed/flattered the hell out of co-presenter Kate Beckinsale when he opened their exchange by saying “Hello my name is Seth Rogen and I’m currently trying to conceal a massive erection.” Queen of decorum Meryl Streep even helped rile things up by swearing during her Best Actress acceptance speech. Who needs a subversive host when you have pottymouthed Hollywood royalty?
And then there were the rock stars. I couldn’t have been prouder of our reps Elton John and Madonna. Madonna especially so wants to be taken seriously by Hollywood, but she also can’t resist a good spat. On the red carpet before the show, Elton John was already boasting that his longtime rival had no shot of winning Best Original Song. But when she did (for the track she wrote for her forthcoming film W.E.) he didn’t even try to disguise his horror. Nor Madonna didn’t even try to disguise her glee, rambling on in her increasingly bonkers fake British accent about how disinclined she was to upstage this gem of a film by contributing to the soundtrack but everyone just insisted. Gervais owes both queens of pop a good bottle of champagne.
On Saturday night, 3,000 fans filed into the cavernous, cement cube that is New York’s Terminal 5 venue for a sold-out show from two of indie-rock’s most un-Googleable new bands: Brooklyn-by-way-of-New Jersey act Real Estate was up first, leisurely warming up the crowd with a set that was enthusiastic, if less than energetic. Working their way though a selection of languid guitar-pop numbers from their two LPs, they looked slightly out of place. You got the feeling that they’d be more comfortable playing to empty barstools than to a crowd of 3,000.
Headliners Girls, by way of contrast, brought to bear a stage show that was nothing if not Terminal 5-sized. Employing a five-piece band, three backup singers and more than 20 bouquets of fresh flowers onstage, the band made their ambitions clear from the start. As it turns out, they had the sound to match: fleshing out their wounded love songs with jangly guitars, driving rhythms and flourishes of organ, Girls found common ground between ’50s pop classicism and indie-pop’s proclivity for the confessional. Clad in a denim skirt and red flannel shirt, with his stringy blonde hair dyed bright green, frontman Christopher Owens looked the part of vulnerable outsider — squint and you’d think you were looking at a reincarnated Kurt Cobain, gender-bending and all. And yet, even this obvious homage was absorbed seamlessly into Girls’ patchwork aesthetic, a testament to the band’s ability to synthesize their influences into something that feels very much their own.
