Song blogging: Files That Last
I hereby declare that this song is my official anthem.
I want some files that last, data that will not stray.
Files just as fresh tomorrow as they were yesterday.
I hereby declare that this song is my official anthem.
I want some files that last, data that will not stray.
Files just as fresh tomorrow as they were yesterday.
Song-a-day Mann closed out this year’s Brooklyn Beta by singing this song (number #1381 in his ongoing series). We all sang along. It was pretty damn great.
A blow-by-blow legal analysis of the second verse of Jay-Z’s 99 Problems.
In light of the recent death of Ray Bradbury, I think we should all honour his memory by revisiting this song (featuring some future-friendly headgear).
I’ll feed you grapes and Dandelion Wine and we’ll read a little Fahrenheit 69…
Bravo, Bruce, bravo.
I heard Glen Campbell’s “Like A Rhinestone Cowboy” on the radio and began absent-mindedly singing “Like a rounded corner” to it.
It’s Opera …but it’s folk.
We played at the bottom of the art-deco staircase in Bexhill’s De La Warr Pavilion. Sounds pretty good, if I do say so myself.
So that’s what they were filming when I came out of band practice the other day. This is my neighbourhood.
Electronic rock songs about anger, loss, frustration, love, the surveillance state, the Iranian election, uranium enrichment, Twitter, gene therapy cures for AIDS, the financial crisis and World of Warcraft.
Aw, this is quite sweet: a tweet of mine, put to music.
If I had the right biological equipment, I think I too might offer to bear Stephen Fry’s children …in a song.
“And the terrorists were over-zealous, but it was sweet when they killed Ellis…”
A cover version of a cover version: Salter Cane do This Mortal Coil doing Tim Buckley. All in one take.
A track-by-track deconstruction of Gimme Shelter. What a song!
A nifty interactive video for Arcade Fire's "We Used To Wait." It claims to be built in HTML5 but actually uses XHTML 1.0 and HTML 4.01 doctypes throughout. *sigh*
Matt's bit of fun from the Last.fm hackday. Hannah's had the best generated lyric juxtaposition, "love drunk home fuck good night."
Just for the record, this is a superb example of a bulletproof liquid layout: Simon Wiffen, solo acoustic singer-songwriter from Leeds.
Burn the rope, kill the baddies and save the entire planet. Well, not really. But it's worth winning this game (by burning the rope) to hear the song.
See, I'm not the only one who thinks that this is what she's singing.
Track Cindy and Jason on their trip across the country... mashup style.
Best. Help menu. Ever.
Behold! The Marvelous Crooning Child.
Geeky but good.
A wonderful short film. I don't know whether to laugh or cry.
This is the plain vanilla look.
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