For those curious: it's from an opera by Giuseppi Verdi

La Traviata

It's in Act 1: 'Libiamo ne' lieti calici' (Alfredo, Violetta, Chorus) (Libiamo ne' lieti calici)

The song is a brindisi, a lively song that encourages the drinking of wine or other alcoholic beverages. The duet is performed in the first act of the opera, during a late-night party at Violetta Valéry's house. It is sung by Violetta and Alfredo Germont, a young man who is in love with her. Alfredo is convinced by his friend Gastone and by Violetta to show off his voice. He begins this drinking song, later joined by Violetta and the rest of the company.
The piece is written in B-flat major, its time signature is 3/8, and the tempo is marked Allegretto, dotted quarter note.

The 3/8 time signature is why you hear (or see in your mind's eye?) a waltz going on.

Oh, and on looking up: Drakes Supermarket is in Australia !

*promote

Should do a video on the Pretenders' "Tattooed Love Boys" and "The Wait", with their cool time signatures.

I don't think you can copyright the title of a work, just the work itself.

It's funny to see what these guys think is difficult. Tempo and time signature changes are really common in metal (especially thrash) and almost any metal player has to get used to them right from the start. The rhythm playing for this song would be about intermediate difficulty, but the solos are ridiculous because, well... Marty Friedman.

Ugh, no.

Of course you should enjoy music at a visceral level, but that doesn't mean you can't appreciate it on an intellectual level too.
Being educated about music is not a bad thing

Oh yeah, and heavy metal is not just music for idiots either. You know those "weird time signatures that smart people love"? Metal is full of them, and they'll frequently change throughout a song.

In short, fuck idiots and fuck this pandering tripe.

From the time signature of the last few strains at 100mph, sounds like you'd need to be doing maybe 150 for it to sound like a proper WT Overture. Poor design or California's most insidious speed-trap?

@Payback-That's utterly insane and predictable of the most extreme versions of Californians. Who in fuck would complain if not a total prick? If you'll notice on that stretch, hardly any homes or businesses. Can almost guarantee that whomever the complainants were they're the types that willfully and consistently, fuck-up their own wet dreams.

I've been watching the conversation (yelling) about this trial and it's verdict. I think there's a simple disconnect that nobody seems to understand.

Black People live in a different America than White People.

I know people might get mad about that, but you haven't actually seen it so you don't really understand. So this might've been a miscarriage of justice or it might not have been. But if you've constantly been getting crap for being in this country then it's just one more thing.

People don't seem to understand that it wasn't long ago that it was illegal to be black and on the streets. They would arrest you just for hanging around while being black. Or you didn't even go to college, because that just didn't happen. The time signatures are all screwed up. Some people think we've put down the cudgel so you have to stop whining about it. That history of repression doesn't matter to people who haven't experienced it, it matters to those who DID experience it.

So most people's opinions of this don't matter, and they need to come at this from a different perspective and try to understand rather than scold.

i not lazy bonehead! since 5.0 the http://videosift.com/bookmarklet/install does not fill in the time signature.

I'm not lazy.... I have just been trained from months of sifting from Youtube that filling in the time signature isn't needed.

Give me a couple more months to get re-trained.

Of course, by then @lucky760 may have "fixed" this, and I'll go back to forgetting Vimeo time signatures only....

The Booklet for posting vids --- it isn't filling in the time signature from YouTube. It never did for other sources, however YouTube was reliably completed. If that is gone, it is gone. I'll miss it....

http://lyrics.wikia.com/Sage_Francis:The_Best_Of_Times

It's been a long and lonely trip but I'm glad that I took it because it was well worth it.
I got to read a couple books and do some research before I reached my verdict.
Never thought that I was perfect. Always thought that I had a purpose.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see my first kiss.

The most difficult thing I ever did was recite my own words at a service
Realizing the person I was addressing probably wasn't looking down from heaven.
Or cooking up something in hell's kitchen, trying to listen in or eaves drop from some another dimension.
It was self serving just like this is.

Conveniently religious on Easter Sunday and on Christmas.
The television went from being a babysitter to a mistress.
Technology made it easy for us to stay in touch while keeping a distance,
'til we just stayed distant and never touched. Now all we do is text too much.

I don't remember much from my youth. Maybe my memory is repressed.
Or I just spent too much time wondering if I'd live to have sex.
Fell in love for the first time in 4th grade but I didn't have the courage to talk to her.
In 8th grade I wrote her the note but I slipped it in someone else's locker.

Considered killing myself 'cause of that.
It was a big deal. It was a blown cover.
It was over for me. My goose was cooked.
Stick a fork in me. The jig is up.
I blew my chances, the rest is history, our future was torn asunder.
It became abundantly clear that I was only brought here to suffer.

At least I didn't include my name.
Thankfully I wrote the whole note in code
And it had 10 layers of scotch tape safety seal making it impossible to open.
Plus, it was set to self destruct.
Whoever read it probably died…laughing.
I wonder if they lived long enough to realize what happened.

A year later, I came to understand that wasn't love that I was feeling for her.
I had someone else to obsess over.
I was older. I was very mature.
I forged my time signature while practicing my parents autograph 'cause I was failing math.
Disconnected the phone when I thought the teacher would call my home.

I checked the mailbox twice a day at the end of a long dirt road.
Steamed open a couple envelopes like I was in private detective mode.
If you snoop around long enough for something in particular you're guaranteed to find it.
For better or worse that's how I learned that it's best to just keep some things private.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.
I was always on deck, I was next in line.
An only child with a pen and pad writing a list of things that I could never have.
The walls in my house were paper thin.
Every squabble seemed to get deafening.
If my memory serves me correctly I made it a point to void and forget some things.
Probably to keep from being embarrassed.
Never meant to upset or give grief to my parents.
Kept my secrets…hid my talents…
In my head, never under the mattress.

Therapy couldn't break me.
Never learned a word that would insure safety.
So I spoke softly and I tip toed often.
The door to my room was like a big old coffin.
The way that it creeked when I closed it shut.
Anxieties peaked when it opened up.
As if everything that I was thinking would be exposed.
I still sleep fully clothed.

It was the best of times.

It was beautiful.
It was brutal.
It was cruel.
It was business as usual.

Heaven. It was hell.
Used to wonder if I'd live to see 12.

When I did I figured that I was immortal.
Loved to dance but couldn't make it to the formal.
Couldn't bear watching my imaginary girlfriend
Bust a move with any other dudes.

Tone Loc was talking bout a "Wild Thang"
But I was still caught up in some child thangs.
Scared of a God who couldn't spare the rod.
It was clearly a brimstone and fire thang.

Pyromaniac. Kleptomaniac.
Couldn't explain my desire to steal that fire.
Now I add it to my rider.
Like "Please oh please don't throw me in that patch of brier!"

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

The school counselor was clueless 'cause I never skipped classes.
Perfect attendance. Imperfect accent.
Speech impediment they could never really fix
And I faked bad eyesight so I could wear glasses.

Considered doing something that would cripple me.
I wanted a wheelchair. I wanted the sympathy.
I wanted straight teeth so then came braces.
4 years of head gear helped me change faces.

It was the best of times. It was the end of times.

Now I wonder if I'll live to see marriage.
Wonder if I'll live long enough to have kids.
Wonder if I'll live to see my kids have kids.
If I do I'm gonna tell 'em how it is.

"Don't listen when they tell you that these are your best years.
Don't let anybody protect your ears.
It's best that you hear what they don't want you to hear.
It's better to have pressure from peers than not have peers.
Beer won't give you chest hair. Spicy food won't make it curl.
When you think you've got it all figured out and then everything collapses…
Trust me, kid…it's not the end of the world."

I'm sure it is a dupe. One doesn't forget antics like that -- plus the time signature is the same.

*dupeof= http://videosift.com/video/Sports-of-the-World-Train-Surfing-India

It is a great vid. Good eye!

>> ^Sagemind:
I don't know the background of the word (where it originated) - but in my world, or the way I've always heard it said was that "Jigga" was the extension of the work Jig - The Jig (Irish: port) is a form of lively folk dance, as well as the accompanying dance tune, originating in England in the sixteenth century and today most associated with Irish dance music and Scottish country dance music.[1] Jigs were originally in 2/4 time, but have been adapted to a variety of time signatures, by which they are often classified into groups, including light jigs, slip jigs, single jigs, and treble jigs. - I know some people are used to the derogative term: Used as a disparaging term for a Black person. Frequently used in the southern portion of the United States. Human of African descent, having jig like qualities. - But for me, it's a person who dances because I just don't have those racial words in my vocabulary. (I've actually never heard anyone in real life use this term as a racial word.) Sidenote: when I was a kid I learned not to be afraid of the boogy-man by realizing he was just a man who danced (otherwise know and the dancing-man.) >> ^vpvpvp: P.S. how is saying Jigga any better than saying the N word?

The most common use of "Jigga" in the world of Hip Hop at least, is in reference to Jay-Z. It's a nicknamed he coined for himself and often uses in his songs. That's the most popular and most mainstream use for the word and most likely how SHE has even heard or why she uses it. HOWEVER, in this instance it's just to replace the N word in the song which is no different than just saying it. Also, if she did say the N word while reciting the song, I wouldn't even have batted an eye. You're covering a song, the song has bad words, you say them. No big deal. She was trying to do a clean version though to make it more internet friendly which I understand but using Jigga in it's place isn't much better. But whatever. No big deal.

I don't know the background of the word (where it originated) - but in my world, or the way I've always heard it said was that "Jigga" was the extension of the work Jig -

The Jig (Irish: port) is a form of lively folk dance, as well as the accompanying dance tune, originating in England in the sixteenth century and today most associated with Irish dance music and Scottish country dance music.[1] Jigs were originally in 2/4 time, but have been adapted to a variety of time signatures, by which they are often classified into groups, including light jigs, slip jigs, single jigs, and treble jigs. - http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jig

I know some people are used to the derogative term:
Used as a disparaging term for a Black person. Frequently used in the southern portion of the United States. Human of African descent, having jig like qualities. - http://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=jigga%20boo


But for me, it's a person who dances because I just don't have those racial words in my vocabulary. (I've actually never heard anyone in real life use this term as a racial word.)

Sidenote: when I was a kid I learned not to be afraid of the boogy-man by realizing he was just a man who danced (otherwise know and the dancing-man.)

>> ^vpvpvp:

P.S. how is saying Jigga any better than saying the N word?

Definitely 4/4

>> ^NordlichReiter:
Is a good song to learn on the guitar.
I can't make out the time signature....

Is a good song to learn on the guitar.

I can't make out the time signature....