The beaver is a proud and noble animal
Notes from a bemused canuck
Ecclectic is a good word to describe my music collection.
This morning, on my way to work, I was serenaded by Pantera (Fuckign Hostile), Snow Patrol (Chasing cars) and Plume Latraverse (Rock 'n Roll du grand flanc mou).
Ayup, it's going to be one of those days :)
You know that horrible remix I was talking about? The latino-rap version of Oye Como Va?
And it's even more horrible that I remembered it. You just know they're using a cheap little electronic keyboard they bought from Radio Shack.
Click to listen at your own risk :)
I fear for the current generation.
This is another entry in the “I'm getting old” saga…
Katy and I are in Leics at the moment. Last night was one of her great-uncle thrice-removed-sort-of-thing's 50th wedding anniversary and we'd been invited to the soiree. At times, I felt like I was back in Buckingham with the the events organized by the Chevaliers de Colomb that all my uncles used to belong to. Same sort of social hall, same sort of crappy DJ, same sort of homemade buffet. The evening was being held at a “working man's” club (i.e. a big hall with a bar). It has the distinction of having the grossest toilet I've ever seen (and I've been to Mardi Gras in New Orleans). The floor was so slick with urine that I almost slipped and fell over. That would have been nice.
Anyway. The evening was mostly fun, except for the music. The DJ was pure and absolute shite. Some songs got played twice (or more) in a span of 3 hours. The rest of the time, it was just plain cheese mixed in with some truly bad remixes. The whole of it was just too fucking loud. Getting tinnitus is not my idea of a good time, nor is having to shout at the person sitting next to you to be heard.
Speaking of remixes though, let me interrupt this rant with a bit of a side-rant. I like music. I like many sorts of styles of music. Modern music is, sadly, trash that I would not feed to pigs (if such a thing were possible). A lot of what I heard last night was blatant riff rip-offs from golden oldies and the remixes… don't get me started on the remixes. Kung Fu Fighting was not the best ever song when it came out, but it didn't deserve the humiliation that it got last night. To date, the worst ever butchered remix I've ever heard is Gerardo Mejia's Latin Till I Die, a latino-rap remix of Oye Como Va. The truly sad thing? It was playing in the lab when I was doing my master's degree. A girl I was working with had never heard of Santana and thought this great song was the original version.
So yeah. I know everything old is new again, and that everybody is ripping off Pachelbel anyway, but still… Give credit where credit is due and try to respect the classics, for the love of God.