15 September, 2012

Bach, Air (“on the G string”, string orchestra)

Te vinden onder: Filmkes,Muziek,Youtube — Tags: , , — @ 23:15

Fantastisch muziekstuk, grafisch voorgesteld middels een tijdslijn, en met, voor de die-hards, de sheetmuziek onderaan erbij. (Wait for it)


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17 April, 2012

Love Came Here – Lhasa de Sela

Te vinden onder: Muziek — Tags: , — @ 15:20

Ik kan me het niet voorstellen dat ik van Lhasa de Sela nog nooit eerder iets heb gehoord. Dat daar verandering in gekomen is heb ik te danken aan het onovertroffen Soundhound (wie zegt daar nog Shazaam?).
Maar hoor vooral zelf. Zet die versterker op elf en geniet van dit zwoel liefdeslied. Of hoe een fan haar muziek op Youtube becommentarieërd: If you mixed hot sepia and sex in a blender then poured it into your ear, this is what you’d hear.

Love Came Here

There is no end to this story
No final tragedy or glory
Love came here and never left

Now that my heart is open
It can’t be closed or broken
Love came here and never left

Now I’ll have to live with loving you forever
Although our days of living life together
Of living life together are over

There’s nothing here to throw away
I came to you in light of day
And love came here and never left


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9 December, 2010

I am the man that arranges the blocks.

Te vinden onder: Filmkes,Fun,Muziek — Tags: , , , — @ 21:08

Voorwaar niet een van de jongste clips op Youtube, maar in mijn gedacht toch een van de beste. De lyrics zijn catchy, de beeldvoering is fantastisch, en de idee erachter is gewoon grandioos.

Complete History Of The Soviet Union, Arranged To The Melody Of Tetris (clip onder de lyrics)

To Moscow I came seeking fortune
But they’re making me work til I’m dead
The bourgeoisie have it so easy
The Tsar’s putting gold on his bread
The people of Moscow are hungry
But think what a feast there could be
If we could create a socialist state
That cared for the people like me:

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That descend upon me from up above.
They come down and I spin them around
Til they fit in the ground like hand in glove.
Sometimes it seems that to move blocks is fine
And the lines will be formed as they fall -
Then I see that I have misjudged it!
I should not have nudged it after all.
Can I have a long one please?
Why must these infernal blocks tease?

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
Come Muscovite! Let the workers unite!
A collective regime of peace and love.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But the landlord and taxman bleed me dry
But the workers will rise! We will not compromise
For we know that the old regime must die.
Long live Lenin, kill the tsar!
We salute the sickle and star!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The food on your plate now belongs to the state
A collective regime of peace and love.
I have no choice in arranging the blocks
Under Bolshevik rule, what they say goes.
The rule of the game is we all are the same
And my blocks must create unbroken rows.
Long live Stalin! He loves you!
Sing these words, or you know what he’ll do…

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are made by the men in Kazakhstan.
They come two weeks late and they don’t tessellate
But we’re working to Stalin’s five year plan.
I am the man who arranges the tanks
That will make all the Nazis keep away
The Fuhrer is dead, and Europe is Red!
Let us point all our guns at the USA.
We shall live forever more!
We can start a nuclear war!

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That are building a highly secret base.
Hip hip hurrah for the USSR!
We are sending our men to outer space.
I work so hard in arranging the blocks
But each night I go home to my wife in tears -
What’s the point of it all, when you’re building a wall
And in front of your eyes it disappears?
Pointless work for pointless pay
This is one game I shall not play.

I am the man who arranges the blocks!
But tomorrow I think I’ll stay in bed.
The winter is cold, I’ve got plenty of gold
And I’m standing in line for a loaf of bread
Maybe we’d be better off
If we brought down Gorbachev

I am the man who arranges the blocks
That continue to fall from up above.
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
The markets are free! So much money for me!
Tell me, why should I care for peace and love?
Peace and love, peace and love!

And now the wall is down, the Marxists frown
There’s foreign shops all over town
When in Red Square, well don’t despair
There’s Levi’s and McDonald’s there
The US gave us crystal meth
And Yeltsin drank himself to death
But now that Putin’s put the boot in,
Who’ll get in our way?

So we reject free enterprise
And once again the left will rise.
Prepare the flags to be unfurled
For we’re seceding from the world:
We shall regain the Georgian soil
We shall obtain the Arctic oil
We shall arrange the blocks and toil
Forever and a day.

Game over.


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20 May, 2010

Stop! Hammertime

Te vinden onder: Fun,Muziek — Tags: , , — @ 19:43

Kruispunt Ernest Van Dijckkaai en Steenplein: Can’t Touch This!


Stop Hammertime weergeven op een grotere kaart

U Can’t Touch This.


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13 August, 2009

Beiaardman in het stadspark van het Stad

Te vinden onder: Fun,Muziek — Tags: , , , , — @ 1:23

Gisteren gezien: beiaardman op locatie in het Antwerpse stadspark.

en op verzoek: ‘De lichtjes van de Schelde’ :)

Ferm klokkenspel. Amai. Ting! Ere aan de muzikant, er was welgeteld 8 man publiek (vooral aan de andere kant van de wagen)


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20 May, 2009

Aha! Tanzen!

Te vinden onder: Bizar en straf,Desch mensen,Filmkes,Fun,Muziek — Tags: , , , — @ 16:48

Het spijt me voor hen die vrijdag de brug niet maken, maar ik maak die dus wel. Dat betekent vier dagen rink aaneen vrijaf voor mij :) Dat maakt me blij en vrolijk, en dan wil ich tanzen! Wie op onderstaande nummerkes kan blijven stilzitten, is hersendood:

Ampersand – Fake Motherfuckerz

The Subs – Kiss My Trance:

Mr. Magnetik – You’ve Been Magnetized


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6 February, 2009

Aba daba!

Te vinden onder: Filmkes,Muziek — Tags: , , — @ 11:15

Oorspronkelijk uit 1914, is deze versie van Debbie Reynolds & Carleton Carpenter uit 1951 tot nader order hèt nummer van de dag! Zoveel vrolijheid, dat kan alleen op een vrijdag…

Way down in the Congoland
Lived a happy chimpanzee.
She loved a monkey with long tail
(Lordy, how she loved him!)
Each night he would find her there,
Swinging in the cocoanut tree,
And the monkey gay,
At the break of day,
Loved to hear his Chimpie say:

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.

Well, you should have heard that band
Play upon their wedding day,
Each Chimp and Monkey had nutshells
(Lordy, how they played them)
And now it is ev’ry night,
High up in the cocoanut tree.
It’s the same old thing,
With the same old swing,
When the Monk and Chimpie sing:

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
Then the big baboon one night in June,
He married them and very soon,
They went upon their aba, daba honeymoon.

“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Chimpie to the Monk,
“Baba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Said the Monkey to the Chimp.
All night long they’d chatter away,
All day long there were happy and gay,
Swinging and singing in their hunky-tonkey way.
“Aba, daba, daba, daba, daba, daba, dab,”
Means “Monk, I love but you.”
“Baba, daba, dab,” in monkey talk
Means “Chimp, I love you, too.”
One night they were made man and wife,
And now they cry, “This is the life,”
Since they came from their aba, daba honeymoon.


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