We live in a world where it is inappropriate to experience happiness.
Is Happiness the name of a 17 year old intern in your office?
I was starting to feel a bit petulant that no one was willing to listen to my stupid efforts and at least say "Nice effort! I can tell you worked hard!"
Now I hope the rest of you feel guilty, you jerks.
I took an inoffensive comment and made an inappropriate joke. What more could I do?
I have a soft spot for time-signature changes and 3/4 into 4/4 and then back? Yeah, I dig.
A music teacher and I once had an incredibly frustrating conversation in which she tried to explain the difference between 2/2 time and 4/4 time to me. I couldn't understand why you'd need both given that there wasn't an official definition, measured in microseconds, for the length of a "note" and my teacher was apparently too nice to say, "Fuck you, that's the way we do it."
between 2/2 time and 4/4 time to me
Should that say 2/4 instead of 2/2? I'm imagining a stoner music director: "Sure, it's in 4/4, but that's so much counting! So we take it in 2/2 and end up the same."
And, more importantly, thanks, Stanster! Yay!
No. Somebody said, "Fuck you, that's the way we do it."
11: Probably was. It has been a long time since I tried to read sheet music.
11: People do use 2/2. It's usually faster, i.e. a half note in 2/2 is what a quarter note would be in 4/4. I'm not clear on why. Maybe so one doesn't have to draw all the bars on sixteenth notes or something.
16: Right. That was the joke I was going for and apparently missed.
Oh, right, of course you would know what sort of time signatures people use, being a drummer and all.
Anyway, I was never able to understand long I should hold a "note," even if I use a watch that gives hundredth of seconds. As near as I can tell, a half note is always 25% shorter than what I want to do, but that isn't very helpful.
This is what conductors are for. Or drummers, I suppose.
Or drummers, I suppose.
That's not the stereotype:
Q: How do you know when a drummer's at your front door?
A: The knocking keeps speeding up, and he doesn't know when to come in.
Q: How do you know when a drummer's at your front door?
A: You called Dominos thirty minutes ago.
I have a soft spot for time-signature changes and 3/4 into 4/4 and then back?
Not to mention the hemiola!
I had never heard of a hemiola before. Neat.
A hemiola sounds like a medical condition.
26: It's when granola gets into your bloodstream. It can turn you into a hippie. Scary stuff.
Interesting and, indeed, good effort, slugger!
It reminds me a lot of The Magnetic Fields and a bit of The Pierces last album.
If you had a cold, you might say "Heebieola".
Or if you were bleeding out your eyeballs while your insides liquified.
A: The knocking keeps speeding up, and he doesn't know when to come in.
This is flawed, because the "doesn't know when to come in" double meaning is vitiated by the fact that the drummer is already knocking/playing. That's why I prefer the question, why did the viola player stand outside his house all night? Whose answer is that he couldn't find the key and didn't know when to come in.
Yeah, but there the literal house meaning is nonsensical. It doesn't matter if he knows or doesn't know when to come in, if he hasn't got a key.
All that means is that he's doubly screwed.
On a similar note, just because the drummer is already playing, it does not mean that he knows when to come in. He could have started early.
My apologies for not writing that in a way to set-up a premature ejaculation joke.
Perhaps the viola player knows, he's just stymied. Whereas the sad drummer is clearly still knocking.
The doubly-screwed drummer came in twice.
I disagree with neb. Let us think of the drummer knocking as analagous to the drummer giving time to the rest of the band, as in by clicking his sticks or hitting the hi hat. He has not come in any true sense yet, but yet he can influence the tempo and still not known when to start in with the real banging and smashing.
Before vuvuzelas got all the World Cup pub, drumming was a major focus/source of fan self-expression/noise pollution. It may have a rebirth at Brasil 2014.
Great song, Heebie. I enjoyed it.
In unrelated news, but a kitten was mentioned....it appears that my kitten is obsessed with watermelon. (So long as it is part of a feta-watermelon-mint salad, that is.)
Thanks, Parenthetical and Jimmy Pongo! I much appreciate it.
Sorry. I meant to listen last night, but forgot. I don't have a speaker at the office.
I can't thank you ahead of time, lest it take away your motivation.
Don't have a speaker at the office, either, but I did remember to listen last night. So light, so fun! Well, maybe not, actually, but I still liked it, and was happy to hear a new heebie-geebie song.
Just listened. An excellent ditty indeed.