Rap isn’t my favorite genre, but @thisisheadlines dropped a CD on me today downtown. This is good shit, with some positive and legit rhymes.
Category Archives: music
Twitter Update: July 17, 2017 at 10:53AM
This morning’s music for heads-down coding: the eponymous album (aka the Moon Album) by @ClutchOfficial. Earbuds in. Here we go.
Spotify Premium: Like Scour in the 90s, But Legal
Who remembers Scour?
I have vivid memories of working at my college job, sitting at my desk in the office next to my co-worker, Jeff, and one of us getting a song stuck in our head. Off to Scour, to download and listen to something random, like the theme from the A-Team, or some esoteric 80s song, or some freedom rock (turn it up!).
Did I know it was shady? Sure. Did I care? Nope. It was available, and there wasn’t exactly another avenue for me to quench my immediate musical desires back in 1999, and it was before the days of packet-sniffers that would throttle bandwidth or flag me for peer-to-peer activity, so…
Fast forward 18 years to 2017.* When I get Billy Ocean stuck in my head, I pull up Spotify on my work laptop — I pay a subscription fee of about $10 a month for Premium — and search for “Caribbean Queen.” I get an entire compilation album of Billy Ocean’s greatest hits, and I listen to the sounds of elementary school for a good half hour. Unlike some 20 years ago, though, I don’t have to wait 15 minutes for a 3MB mp3 to download over the 10/100 BaseT ethernet connection.
And it’s completely legal.
*Side note: I still can’t get over being 40 years old and so vividly remembering multiple decades.
Tonight’s Requested Dance Party Song
For some reason, Connor calls this “The Clown Song.” He sang the intro riff well enough that I knew which song he meant, though. 🙂
Someday, when he’s older, I hope he feels about the Psychedelic Furs and the Pet Shop Boys and the Flaming Lips and Bowie and The Cure and Midnight Oil the way I do about my Mom’s favorite artists from the late 70’s and early 80’s.
Twitter Update: November 03, 2016 at 03:38PM
Got an IM from a co-worker: “hey”
My brain filled in lyrics from The Pixies, though I didn’t type them: “Been tryin’ to meet you” #earworm