Monthly Archives: November 2009

Best review of 2012-the movie

THAT’S what you call a happy ending?…You just DESTROYED THE PLANET and you want me to care that John Cusack is stuck in a water-filled compartment? Check, please.  But at the end they had these few survivors prancing out of the ark onto new land and we’re supposed to be happy about this?”

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In my opinion, the biggest disaster was the movie itself.

The laughs at the expense of the movie are worth the price of admission, though.

Cheers!

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The Anatomy of a hit song

All hit songs (not all great songs, mind you) can be broken down into a certain formula. a bit of this, some of that and a bucket load of those, churn them together and voila! You have a radio hit ready to mint money for your record label
Yes, it is that simple.

To illustrate this point, I bring you the smash hit Free bird by the band known by most people for that one song sweet home Alabama, Lynrd Skynrd. I highly recommend you have the song ready to play , as you read this post.
I would post the youtube link for easy reference but we are breaking new ground here, this post is being typed and published via mobile and hyper-linking, unfortunately, is not supported.
So then, lets begin.
Pay attention to the first verse, the song begins with a gentle melody and the lead singer waxes on about how he cannot be chained, with the tempo, and possibly his temper, rising as the verse progresses. By the end of the first verse you realise that the song is already peaking. The songsmiths working with the band realised this as well and sent them back to add some more material.
Verse 2, the band works hard and essentially repeats the whole of verse one with slightly modified lyrics, its the same wine and the same bottle, but you are made to drink it via your nose.
By the end of the second verse, the writing is clear on the wall. This song is going to be just two verses of male angst and desperate proclamations of being a free bird.
Pause for a moment, as I assume the band and the producers did as well. A 3 something minute song with the same verse repeated twice! No body would ever buy this Shit!
Desperate times call for desperate measures, and boy were these times bad. The band looked to the guitarists, I presume, and said something to the effect of “fuck this creativity thing, we have no idea how to do this. Lets just fucking rock out”
And they did, and how! What you have at the end is an 8 minute song with 3 minutes used by one verse, sung twice, and 5 minutes of insane guitars.
That my friend is a radio hit. So why don’t you too go ahead and make your own radio smash hits using the formula that we learnt today.
Till then,
Cheers!

Lost in imagination

In the middle of a strawberry field. Perched on a swing.Drums and violins waft in the air. As I lose my sense of space and time, lost in a dream. Come, wont you give me a little nudge? O sweet friend of mine.

Cheshire cat

Little Angel, from a town called Geelong

Wears a grin, on her lips, she got from the devil

Miss red shoes, hazel brown eyes

A name, so easy to love

Boo

My heart’s aflutter,

I am melting at your sight,

Like butter.

Your Gorgeous smile, like gold

To you dear lady,

I am sold.

Hastily written 5:41 am, post halloween celebrations in St Kilda, Melbourne, 2009