Posts tagged: music
From Abraham Lincoln
And George Washington
Luke and I were looking at Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights and discovered, much to our amusement, music written upon the posterior of one of the many tortured denizens of the rightmost panel of the painting which is intended to represent Hell. I decided to transcribe it into modern notation, assuming the second line of the staff is C, as is common for chants of this era.
so yes this is LITERALLY the 600-years-old butt song from hell
EDIT: I still can’t believe this took off like it did this is crazy??? Just wanted to let people know that there are indeed errors in the transcription and this is indeed not a very good recording (I threw this together in like 30 minutes at 1 in the morning,) but I’m working with the music department at my college to get the transcription more accurate!
in the meantime enjoy this fantastic choral arrangement by wellmanicuredman i’m in love
Screen Editor alex considers Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley.
"Dolly Parton and Elvis Presley. Two cultural icons born a decade apart, both grew up poor in Tennessee and became musical legends. They also both have major tourist attractions dedicated to them – Dollywood and Graceland – but the big difference there is that one of them is still alive and owns part of it. Well, that and the roller coasters. I’m intrigued by the difference between an attraction dedicated to a living person vs a dead one, although I suppose that only applies if you don’t believe any of the Elvis sightings."
Happy Birthday to Chow Yun-Fat! Sally Yeh sings.
This week at The Gutter, Guest Star Todd Stadtman writes about The War Of The Gargantuas' “lone pop musical interlude.”
It’s no coincidence, then, that Ishiro Honda’s War of the Gargantuas, a fixture of the UHF band during my youth, has proven to be a childhood entertainment that has in later years demonstrated a particularly adhesive quality. And that’s not true just for me. Gargantuas seems to have left its imprint on a lot of us, and its most universally relived moment, perhaps unsurprisingly, is its lone pop musical interlude. This, of course, takes place in a swanky roof top lounge, at which an assortment of nice Japanese ladies and gentlemen in their evening going-out clothes spectate a Caucasian lady singing a song in front of a live band.
Screen Editor alex wonders just when exactly he can no longer enjoy the art because of the artist.
This, in combination with the homophobic media bumbling of several San Francisco 49ers players prior to Superbowl XLVII, left me pondering the dilemma of bad people making good art. If someone is a reprehensible person, what does it make me if I find their creations beautiful? At the low end of the spectrum, readers might have enjoyed my writing, blissfully unaware that during the process I broke a toy, a promise, possibly a toddler’s heart, and barely resisted tossing my 19 year old cat out into a snowbank. More serious are the ever-popular examples of Wagner’s anti-Semitism or Ezra Pound’s proto-fascism, and somewhere in the middle of the road lies my ability to appreciate the athleticism of football players even when they don’t support my access to equal human rights.