>> ^shuac:

Pro tip: if one frequency range is covered, better to choose a complimentary range (violin or even viola) rather than double down on the same one. Know what I mean?


..or at least transpose the melody an octave higher.

All that's left... is the Terminator melody...

We already have the war on drugs. SOPA is the first step to outlaw independent media. Indy media will be ok, as long as it never uses any kind of copyrighted content. The instant it does, Indy media gets gets shutdown by financial sanctions, and gets shut off the web.

Sure, it's not the end of the world. But try making a news site without using "clips from the news"
Try making a comedy site without having a George carlin or Jon Stewart clip.
Try making a music site without having a sample of commerical music. (or a copyrighted melody, or copyrighted lyrics)

People on the internet are free to remix culture, to reinvent it. Until SOPA passes we are free.

I genuinely believe that the original of this is the worst song ever written. And I don't just mean I don't like it, or I hate it, but that, objectively, it's the worst song ever written. Every element is the nadir of its particular speciality: lyrics, production, melody, rap, form, pacing, mood, content... even the video and single sleeve art. It's all so unbelievably lazy. I despise it.>> ^soulmonarch:

I think he does a great job of illustrating how terrible this song was.

Nope, the melody is septatonic (<--music joke) constructed of simple root position triads (C-Am-G-C-B°-Am-G) using every pitch class in C major. >> ^lampishthing:

Whoa, just realized that's a pentatonic riff. Damn those things are everywhere. #TheBlackKeys

@solecist

Bronze, bronze, bronze, bronze.... Insert BRONZE for silver and Celebrate the new Bronzie-ness!

Congrats.

Hear the sledges with the bells -
Silver bells!
What a world of merriment their melody foretells!
How they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
In the icy air of night!
While the stars that oversprinkle
All the heavens seem to twinkle
With a crystalline delight;
Keeping time, time, time,
In a sort of Runic rhyme,
To the tintinnabulation that so musically wells
From the bells, bells, bells, bells,
Bells, bells, bells -
From the jingling and the tinkling of the bells.

I love the bit of the film they used for Jude Law's contribution to the melody - saucy!

>> ^BoneRemake:

>> ^Shepppard:
I wonder if this is live.

Not sure, it may be. google would know.


It's the kind of semi-live that electronica artists tend to do. There are so many instruments that it would require 20+ musicians to play it "real live". Just take a look at J-M Jarres concert where every sound was made live (sorry couldn't find a link).. It is still shame that they don't play the themes. The performance is more "meta", where the actual melodies are not played but their intonation, the emotion part of the sound is manipulated live (timbre, levels, effects etc.)

So to asnwer that, no it isn't "live" but it is live performance.. It all depends on the individuals own definition of live performance... Most electronic artists do their live in this format and as a performer my self, it certainly is as intense as old school live gigs, maybe even more as the technology is fragile.. Anything can go wrong by simply pressing one wrong button, just like in every other kind of performance..

This is probly a private story, but wtf.

This track (REZ) defined my adolescence. My older sister was a party kid (read: raver) and I thought she and her boyfriend were just about the coolest people on the planet when I was about 14. She had crazy colored hair and hosted all her crew's house parties at our house. He was an "agro-skater" as we called them in the mid-90s, and he taught me how to grind rails and do stairs backward. I used to hang around them like the classic cloying little brother, just trying to absorb all their coolness by proxmosis (that's a term for proximity osmosis I just made up).

Late one night, my sister came in to my room when I was in bed and she popped a disc into my stereo and cued up track nine on some nameless trance compilation and pressed the repeat button. REZ. I listened to that track over and over as I fell asleep that night, and for many nights after. I don't mean to be saccharine, but I think all your inner fourteen-year-olds will understand when I say that it gave me a sense of the universe, of all the sensory wonders this life and body had to offer, and even some beyond what I thought possible at the time. I can recite every note of that melody and every drum line in the track as if I were breathing. I danced by myself in the reflection of my bedroom window, making sure I could hit every beat and even started making up some silly shit I thought I would never show anyone. I spent about two years soaking up all the trance I could get (and thankfully my tastes grew more mature and eclectic as a result) and before too long, it was my turn to step out into the night.

My first party was a small affair at a tiny little club on 28th street, where I danced for an hour before falling fast asleep. As I came out of it, I thought I was still dreaming. It was about 3:30, and every single person in that club was sweating like a demon in an incredible symphony of movement. The first notes of the REZ melody were just coming in. I stood up, still a little unsure, or perhaps so excited I couldn't really believe it, and began to move. Before I knew it, I was writhing with the abandon I'd taught myself in the bedroom window and I truly had never felt so alive. A friend of mine had taught me how to figure-eight with sticks earlier in the night (we didn't have LEDs quite yet), and within seconds I was off. And people noticed. A lot of people noticed. By the apex of the track, I was at the center of a circle of party veterans, who seemed to see straight into the center of my transcendent bliss. I laughed like a madman. I cried like a baby. I danced like an animal. By the time the next track began to wind it's way in, I had made friends who followed me and whom I followed for years to come. I never heard REZ out at a party again, but I knew I didn't have to. It had given me an incredible gift, and I am still inspired and filled up whenever I hear it.

My sister broke up with that dude, and it turned out she wasn't really a party kid after all. But I was. Through and through I was a party kid. My friends and I, some of us wear suits now (@handmethekeysyou), some are still dancing (@youmakekittymad), some, well who knows...but I really do believe that what cemented my bond to that scene, and to the people I came to love, had a lot to do with REZ.

I heard this on CBC Radio. So my portion of tax dollars have gone back to me with this enchanting melody.

A most melodious salad.

This one is definitely much better than the NBC song one. Good melody and not as blinding and hectic.

Is that the melodious sound of Russian I hear being spoken?

downloaded in 1080P.. she has an incredible smile, the melody reminds me obliquely of

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Ph8hNljOXE

It's like someone took all the worst of the Tea Party slogans and strung them together in one melodious whine.

Tea Party Theme Song. Jeesh.