march wedding march

I saw Rachel Getting Married a few days back, and I really liked how they incorporated so many musical elements. I’m not a huge Anne Hathaway fan, but I like her more in this post-rehab character than her usual smiley-too eager roles. The best part was the wedding march stylised by Brooklyn Demme, son of the director, Jonathan Demme, done with a single electric guitar and drums.

Take a look at the trailer if you haven’t seen it. The wedding march is heard in the first few minutes of the intro.

I would like my march like this please.

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you thought you might be a ghost

COLDPLAY LIVE

Were you one of the 10,000(according to xMartin) there? 

It was a well planned concert, the videography was excellent, and I must say it really was beautiful. xMartin collapsed a few times tho and disappeared into the floor. Then he did a backroll (like the ones we learnt during gym) and was back up again in superstar mode. 

Lovers in Japan was my favvvvvvvvourite piece…the background video…the falling butterfly confetti

Backdrop opening scene to Lovers in Japan and falling butterfly confetti below.

Chris Martin often has weird eyes, as seen below

Here’s the video of Death And All His Friends…and you can see the VIVA backdrop coming down

***video will be uploaded later***

and here they are at the Raffles Hotel

image via coldplay.com

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on music & little things

As for music, I already have more than I can cope with.

My flat isn’t enormous, but I have thousands of slaves to do my bidding. I have Lithuanian pianists, Korean violinists, Icelandic tenors, Dutch divas, American harpsichordists, Senegalese cellists, Balinese drummers, slaves living and dead, of almost every nation to play music for me. I can make them play again and again, louder or quieter.

The choice every time I want to listen to some music is almost tiresome. The first stage of choice is easy: up, down or hanging around. Then it’s a question, if you want to go up or down, how far up or down you want to go. If you’re glum, is it the sort of glumness that you want to ornament with another layer of dejection? Or is it a vexatious misery you want to dispel? Or, if you’re elated, do you want to be driven into a frenzy? Guessing what sort of music you want to listen to can be exhausting, but on occasion getting it wrong can be surprisingly pleasant.

Finally, how much music can you listen to? Working at home means I can listen a lot more than the average officenik, but I have over five hundred discs that represent fifteen years of collecting, of birthday presents, of Christmas presents, of I-would-like-to-take-your-clothes-off presents. If you listened for twelve hours a day, every day, that would be six weeks without repetition; and a lot of music, usually the more rewarding, requires half a dozen plays before you begin to get a grip on it. The great pieces you can listen to dozen of times, naturally, with the enjoyment growing and changing all the while. I’ve concluded it would be profligate to buy any more since I have every field covered, two or three discs to accompany every emotional permutation, though I will doubtless succumb to some new release promising more.

And a great piece by a great composer is an almost undrainable pleasure. I have twenty-five different recordings of a double piano concerto; though it was with the purchase of the twenty-fifth that I worried I might be fiddling with my sanity.

There’s something slightly embarrassing about liking a great composer. Of course you do. It looks so obvious, so lazy, so dull. There’s always this tension in your tastes; no one wants to fit in with the crowd, to bellow herdishly. This desire is contrasted with the desire to evangelise for a new discovery; we want others to share our pleasure, but only to a certain pint. I can’t imagine anyone, even those who go for the most obscure and awful music, enjoying something and not wanting to share it with someone. We might not want share our food or our money, but we do want to share our judgement. We want to be considered of good judgement, knowledgeable. We want others to think we have more fun. But we need meeting-places of the mind. A Kilimanjaro of the spirit that we’ve all visited so we can say of other things: it’s shorter, or taller, or the same height as Kilimanjaro.

 - Tibor Fischer, Voyage to the End of the Room

But WE want YOU to have as much fun as us! So here’s 2 little things. 

little joy

You like The Strokes. You’ll like Little Joy. Stroke’s drummer Fabrizio Moretti starts his own band with Little Joy.

Brand New Start – Little Joy (click!)  

Little Joy’s MySpace 

The Weepies are mellow, but no worries, you won’t be reaching for that Kleenex just yet. Enjoy!

Little Bird – The Weepies (click!)

The Weepies MySpace

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