jcast8: Hip Hop Math Rock

A while back I got this gig to make songs out of educational lyrics. I loved the challenge and totally obsessed over every one. Here are the first two songs I produced for Ignite! Learning: the funk-rock multiplication tables of “Fact Families” and the hip-hop geometry of “Angles.” Special thanks to Alex Sarabia‘s guitars on the first and DJ Bigface‘s turntable logic on the second.

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New Kind of Gig: Secret Stages

I stopped playing bars and coffee shops last year opting this year to devote my music time to the podcast and working on a better model for performing. I’d noticed secret little stages around town and around my neighborhood, along Blunn creek where I take my dog Townes for a walk most days. So as the coolness of the spring dissipated, while the creek was flowing, I invited people on a tour of my favorite natural amphitheaters, playing a few songs acoustically at each spot. Knowing I wanted to be able to share the experience with all my friends around the country and world, I got some footage of it, along with DJ Bigface’s fantastic photographs!


You can hear the creek flowing right in front of me.

 

 

The Perfect Song: 2 mins. 42 secs.

Lib shared some hilarious song stuff with me today:

First, The Perfect Song, by Carrie Brownstien & Fred Armisen.

Next, Two Minutes and 42 Seconds in Heaven, a super-sassy and highly logical argument for the length of the perfect song. I love the writer’s ‘about’ blurb:

Joshua Allen is a complex and exciting young man. He is a hard worker and always gives 110 percent. He is a people-person unless that person is a crab and not pulling their weight for the team. If enthusiasm and get-up-and-go are drugs, then he’s a hardcore drug addict. He’s pretty obviously an only child.

No wonder he starts his essay with this:

I am a very busy and important man. I don’t need to tell you this…I schedule 35 minutes a day for recreation. That’s all I need to refresh myself from the rigors of punching holes through the guts of this world. Recreation typically consists of lifting something heavy or posting a new sonnet to my blog.

Someday, maybe, if I try hard enough, I’ll be that busy.