Monthly Archives: September 2014

DANGEROUS – Big Data feat. Joywave

This is one that refuses to stay out of my head. Big Data is considered an electronic music project, backed by the producer Alan Wilkis. On this particular piece, they feature an Indie Rock band out of Rochester called Joywave. Both artists are fairly new in the popular music scene.

I love this song, possibly, too much. It starts with that deep, grungy bass line that hooks your attention. By the time you’ve started nodding your head (or maybe you’re a foot tapper), the vocals by Joywave start in. And the lead singer just happens to have one of those stretched, sexy voices that draws me in closer to the beat. The song continues on until we hit the first chorus where the stripped down bass, vocal, and drums is joined by some other filler noises induced from mixers and keyboards.

An interesting shift in the song first occurs at about 1:50, where the bass and drums is completely removed, bringing it to just the vocals and some solid chords slowly following. It may sound odd, but I would describe it as if the song were floating at that point. And then it drops right back into that bass heavy bliss.

Lyrically, the song seems to mostly tell upon the feelings of paranoia and hints at cases of Big Brother.  A visit to Big Data’s blog somewhat confirms that message.

Click below for the lyrics and video (brief warning for faint of heart on the video).

Lyrics: http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/bigdata/dangerous.html

Oh, and dancing is required on this one.

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DANCING WITH HOURS

The coffin was black. A solid one with only a ribbon of silver along the boning. The rain spilled onto it giving it a murky shimmer.

Fitting, he thought.

He gazed across the earth-gutted hole, catching the faces of her family. They stood erect and solemn, their eyes cast into a distant dream.

“And so we are here, on this day of mourning to say our last goodbyes. Dear Becca was such a kind soul….”

Liza, the mother, was wailing. Her face was puffy and red. Her black dress hugged her unwillingly, revealing gentle bobs of fat that giggled as she cried.

He had never liked her.

“…loss was sudden…tragic…and not to be forgotten, as in our hearts she will always be….”

He let his eyes roll towards a much younger woman standing next to Liza. Her golden red hair curled tightly around her heart-shaped face. Hair just like her sister’s. The tips ended at the fringed lace just above her breasts. Her pale skin was smooth, complimenting her fine figure.

I will have her now.

“..please bow with me in prayer as we bring this soul back to our God.”

He lowered his head, pretending as he had always done. Prayer had never worked. It was just a motion.

He let his shoes sponge the ground, leaving imprints on the surface. This day had come so quickly. He hadn’t noticed Blue Bones. Did he actually miss today?

A small victory. Maybe he finally grew a heart to fill those bones.

“Alec, is there anything you would like to say?” the preacher asked, bringing him back to the moment.

The crowd was staring at him. He felt their eyes piercing at his thoughts. Hesitant, he nodded towards the preacher and move towards the stand. The soft mud squished beneath him.

“Becca stole my heart the first day we met,” he started. “And she never let it go. She was a beautiful woman, thoughtful and giving. She gave so much that…” He searched the crowd for him again. He wanted to be sure.“…often times, I believe she cared more for others than herself.”

“Yet that very spirit is what has brought us here today. She…” He stopped. There he was, in the back, his blue uniform standing out from the drooping black clothes in front of him. He was smiling. God, he hated that smile.

No victory then.

Alec cleared his throat. “She would of never believed what that man was truly capable of. All she could see in him was a broken soul that needed mending…and so she let him in.  Into our house….into our hearts…and painfully into our memories.”

He was still smiling. At the funeral. Smiling.

“I loved her so much. And now…now she’s gone forever.” He looked back down at the black coffin; the white orchards that laid on top were drenched, flattened on the wood.

A hand grasped his shoulder as a murmur began rippling through the crowd.

“I think that’s good enough,” the preacher whispered to him.

Alec shuffled back to his spot, little relief filling him. He hated speeches. And he hated Blue Bones’s smile.

JUST FINISHED: The Storied Life of A.J. Fikry

Author: Gabrielle Zevin

Genre: Fiction

Rating: 4 out of 5 stars

Can a book be adorable? Because this one is. 

The Storied Life of AJ Fikry follows the lead, AJ Fikry, throughout a good section of his life starting after his wife has passed away from a tragic car accident. From here, the quirky bookstore owner’s standards are turned upside down as his ‘good fortune’ is stolen and a present in the form of a two year old is left for him at his declining book shop.

What may appear on the outside to be a circumstance that would cause more damage and problems ends up turning AJ’s life into an interesting one. The story is told progressively through snip-its in time from viewpoints of a book publisher representative, AJ, Maya (the daughter), and AJ’s sister in-law (not in any particular order). Each chapter begins with a charming note from father to daughter reviewing a book he has read and his advice/opinion from it.

The book was a fun, engaging tale that was well written. Zevin dips into the emotional side of life without getting too nostalgic or sentimental. I highly suggest this one if you’re in the mood for a sweet and loving tale!