Funk Friday: “Boomin’,” Slynk

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Today, for reasons not yet disclosable, I feel like a total badass.  Also, by a wonderful turn of serendipity, many good friends of mine are also feeling like total badasses – buying houses, getting selected for incredible jobs, sticking it to the man, etc.  We be boomin’.  Have a rad Friday, Tune-Up fans.

Throwback Thursday: “Piano Quintet No. 2 in C minor, Op. 115,” Gabriel Fauré

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Having sung the “Cantique de Jean Racine” approximately three hundred times, the first time as one of four-dozen high school students (oh how irreverently we belted out “Verrrrbegaaaaaaal ohhhhhh tray-ohhhhht,”*), I worked assertively to put quite a bit of distance between myself and Monsiuer Fauré.   I incorrectly assumed that the Cantique was all he had written, and had also conflated that piece’s unappealing pulverization with any other piece he might have written.

Mais, ça n’étais pas juste!  Exhibit A: his second piano quintet.  This piece was written in 1921, three years before Fauré’s death.  A music reviewer at its Paris premier wrote that, “We had expected a beautiful work, but not one as beautiful as this.”  Normally I abhor chamber music; its small size makes me feel both bored and claustrophobic, like I’m on a field trip to see a small town’s old, dusty geological museum.  But the emotional range of this piece is so expansive that it feels like standing on a rooftop.  It’s classical music, alright, but it’s also firmly modern.  To put this music in context, this was written about the same time as the irresistible “Doctor Jazz” (see last week’s Termagant Tuesday post), and they both have a playful attitude towards the regulations of melody, harmony, and rhythm that had confined music before.  The first bars of the first movement are so compelling, you just have to find out what happens next.  The third movement (14:54) is heartbreakingly lovely and delicate.  I’m sorry I ever doubted Fauré.

 

*A.k.a, “Verbe égal au Très-Haut.”

Worldly Wednesday: “Narcissus is Back,” Christine and the Queens

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Achievement unlocked, Tune-Up fans.  Yesterday’s throw-down saw your Yankette come out on top.  Now, in the aftermath, this song comes to mind.  Christine and the Queens, aka Heloïse Letissier from Nantes, France, writes excellent, moody, atmospheric music to help you process life’s periodic weirdnesses.

Talking talking your way out
While he’s still on the lookout
I lost my voice I think in colours
We make love a sorry hearse
I cry a thousand more mirrors
So that your eyes could get brighter
Obediently I bay a name
I share it with the wind I tamed
But can you see my heart (repeat)

Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink

The water, water, is so cold
It poisons anyone who calls
A loving hand, a daring kiss
Now watches everything you miss
It’s getting hard to look away
It’s not your office anyway
It’s much too easy to disperse
Et moi je prie pour une avers [I pray for the obverse]
Before you can see my heart
Narcissus is back (repeat 6)

Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back from underwater and kisses his lips again
Narcissus is back I shouldn’t bother I break the mirrors that I meet
Narcissus is back from under water and has his own lips to drink

Termagant Tuesday: “Sing, Sing, Sing (With a Swing),” Benny Goodman

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fhyhP_5VfKM

Oh it is so on right now.  Your plucky heroine is in full battle rattle* today (St. John’s knit sheath, 4″ snakeskin stilettos, graduated pearl necklace, eat it*).  I have a long-overdue throw-down with a local self-styled tough** and I’ve been waiting a mighty long time.  Yankette Smash!

*Yes, I know that’s a dated and lame phrase.

**Hey, Glass House, don’t you judge how I pump myself up.  At least it’s not Cheetos and Tang.

***I am fully aware this is one of those moments that Me In Twenty Years will look back on, and with a knowing chuckle, mutter, “God, I was so dramatic when I was a kid.”  Shut up, MITY.  No one cares.

Modernism Monday: “Dig Dig Daisy,” Daler Mehndi

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Gosh, it’s just swell to be back in the office.  Can you guess my favorite part of being back from a long vacation?  Digging out my inbox.  It’s the greatest ever.  I came back to an inexplicably large three-figure number of emails.  It took more than an hour to sort, and then another hour to figure out what actually mattered and what didn’t.  I had to create an Outlook folder called, “New messages to deal with.”  I’m really not an important person at all – no one has to keep me in any loop of any kind – and yet, so many people did.  It mentioned my dismay to my Dad.  “Go go gadget tragic computer failure that erases your inbox,” he replied.  Genius idea.

Sacred Sunday: “Jisas Yu Holem Hand Blong Mi,” Melanesian Choirs

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This Melanesian song, used in the film, “The Thin Red Line,” is in Pidgin English (translation below) and is a beautiful hymn with (surprise!) a great rhythmic aspect. I love its sparseness.


Jesus hold my hand
Hear my cry when I call you
There is none like you,
I praise you Jesus
I come unto you now
Take me as I am
Jesus I come unto you
Take me as I am
I humbly come unto you
And say thank you for everything given to me
And I will be ready for your return Jesus
I come unto you now
Take me as I am
Jesus I come unto you
Take me as I am

Salubrious Saturday: “Tribute to Peadar O’Donnell/Takarasaka,” Jerry Douglas

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I may or may not be obsessed with the show “Hell on Wheels,” and by may or may not I mean am. If you haven’t seen it, I urge you to clear your schedule, get some snacks, and hie thee to a Netflix account. It’s fantastic. The show follows the adventures of one Cullen Bohannon, a Civil War veteran on the Confederate side whose family was killed by Union soldiers. The show begins with him hunting them down and the plot hinges on what happens to him in their pursuit.

Plot plot plot blah blah blah. The music is awesome and is so successful at putting you in the time period that you hear twangy guitars after the show ends, and walk around with a pretend six-shooter on your right hip. Never mind that the life portrayed in the show is awful. You want to be Cullen Bohannon.

The song “Takarasaka” puts me in that frame of mind.

Funk Friday: “Left Hand Free,” alt-J

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This is the second single off of alt-J’s forthcoming album, being released next month.  According to the band, this is the least alt-J-y song ever.  (For a point of comparison, search for alt-J in the search bar on the left hand side of your screen and play “Taro,” the song I posted a few months ago.  Different, right?)  According to me, it’s absolutely, completely, foot-stomingly awesome.  The tone of the song is a mild break from the classic funk music I tend to play on Fridays, but the sassiness of the guitar lick tipped the scales in its favor.  It just slays me.  This will probably be my remainder-of-summer 2014 song.  Happy Friday, Tune Sharks.

Hey shady baby I’m hot
Like the prodigal son
Pick a battle eenie meenie miney moe
Hey flower you’re the chosen one

Well your left hand’s free
And your right’s in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh no

I tackle weeds just so the moon buggers nibble
A right hand grip on his Colt single-action army

Well your left hand’s free
And your right’s in a grip
With another left hand
Watch his right hand slip
Towards his gun, oh no

N-E-O, O-M-G, gee whiz
Girl you’re the one for me
Though your man’s bigger than I am
All my days he disagrees, oh no

Well my left hand’s free
Well my left hand’s free

Hey shady baby I’m hot
Like the prodigal son
Pick a battle eenie meenie miney moe
Hey flower you’re the chosen one

Well your left hand’s free
Well my left hand’s free [x4]
Oh no