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Ella Fitzgerald - Someone To Watch Over Me (George & Ira Gershwin)

Ellis Larkins, piano

Recorded in New York City, 1950





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LinkSting.com homeJun 9, '08 8:50 PM
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MusicIvan TucakovMar 16, '08 11:40 PM
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multicultural music
Funky Bedouin, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com Ivan Tucakov 
Delirio, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com Ivan Tucakov 
Anadol, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com Ivan Tucakov 

MusicA Powerful and Soothing Voice Feb 22, '08 7:00 AM
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Alexsey Zakharenko and soprano Tanya Lubimenko from the Ukraine bring us ethereal and melancholy sounds that, strangely, lift one's spirits after five weeks of 12-hour, 6-day work (long commute and housework not included).
AVE MARIA (J.Caccini), http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com ORIGEN 
AVE MARIA XXI CENTURY, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com ORIGEN 
Bach- without tempo indication in Cmin, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com ORIGEN 
TENDER PASSION, http://music.download.com/ http://music.download.com ORIGEN 


Blog EntryWider perspectiveDec 4, '07 4:52 AM
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My famous journalist friend and mother confessor, now in a city far away, said this of the Manila Pen fiasco: that it was more ridiculous than tragic or subject for a journalism of outrage. I agree, and that's what makes the entire attempt–and what it says about our country-- really, really sad.

On the day Trillanes begun his ill-fated siege, I left the Makati office at around 1pm, simply skirted around the Ayala triangle, crossed cities to my daughter's school near the banks of the historical river, and was back at the office within 2 hours. And I don't own a car.

So that's how much impact the poor Senator actually had.

Now just to give a sense of perspective to this entire Moro-Moro –and inspired by online buddy Carl Cariño Taawan who posted pictures of “UFOs” on his blog recently, I'm posting here The Secret Messages NASA Sent to Aliens, written by Annalee Newitz for AlterNet.in September this year.


Hopefully it will soothe our insulted intelligences and sensibilities—rubbed to a jadedness beyond pale—and remind us of things larger than ourselves.
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AS ANNOYING as hippies can be, it's strangely comforting to think that the one bit of junk we shot into deep space is emblazoned with a hippie symbol. I'm talking about the golden records screwed onto the shells of Voyagers I and II, two space probes that completely changed our understanding of the solar system and then shot out into deep space bearing record albums intended for alien consumption.

Last week (first week of September) marked the 30th anniversary of the Voyager II launch. While most people recall the Voyager probes for creating close-up photographs and atmospheric readings from Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, and Neptune, these probes were always intended to do more than send messages back home for human consumption.

In the mid-1970s, when the Voyager spacecraft were being completed, pop cosmologist Carl Sagan convinced NASA to include a message from Earth on the probes. They were to bring news of us to alien beings in the unknowable reaches of the galaxy and beyond.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carl_Sagan

 


In consultation with a bunch of other geeks (including Timothy Ferris, who produced the album), Sagan decided that the delivery mechanism for this message should be a golden record, packaged with a cartridge and needle, as well as abstract mathematical instructions for how fast to spin the disc and at what frequencies it would emit sound. You can listen to the entire recording at goldenrecord.org, and the experience is bittersweet, an auditory glimpse of a very different time in human history.

http://goldenrecord.org

The tracks include greetings in dozens of languages, including ancient Sumerian, which of course nobody knows how to pronounce anymore. And Gaia help us, there is also a "whale greeting." There is a track devoted to "Earth sounds," all which sound totally cool while remaining unrecognizable as particularly Earthly. There are over a dozen music recordings from around the world, all of which are written (and mostly performed) by men.

Most are from the West, with a few Russian numbers thrown in -- probably for "diversity." Bach is presented alongside Chuck Berry, Navaho chants beside Beethoven. It's a Sesame Street notion of pluralism, with an emphasis on music and greetings rather than political speeches or academic treatises on economics.

Also included on these records are directions to Earth, using nearby stars as navigation points.

The golden records imply that music, math and images are universal symbolic systems, the best kind for communicating with beings radically different from ourselves. This is an idea that was popular in the 1970s -- Steven Spielberg immortalized it in Close Encounters of the Third Kind, in which humans meeting aliens establish communication via electronic sounds.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tUcOaGawIW0

But as American historian Karen Ordahl Kupperman has pointed out, the idea that music (and the math underlying it) is a universal form of communication also comes from centuries-old encounters between Europeans and natives in the Americas. Early European explorers recount communicating with natives via music upon first meeting and reaching an understanding on that basis.

Music may be a near-universal form of communication among humans, and there is something glorious and touching about trying to share that with other creatures in space. Of course, the notion that aliens might share the idea of "hearing" with us is profoundly silly.

What if these are creatures who communicate via molecular manipulation, or chemical signatures? What if they live in vacuum, and therefore cannot "hear" at all?

So yeah, the golden record is species-centric. It's also naively specific to one culture, for who can think of a golden record full of Western music as anything but the work of hippie liberal white dudes? Still, I'd rather be represented by its naive utopianism than by most of the signals shooting off this planet.

(Including all those produced by ABS-CBN)

No doubt the golden record will bemuse any alien life that actually bothers to examine the goo on a piece of space junk. But a bemused alien may in fact be the one who comes closest to guessing the true meaning of the golden record, and perhaps the true meaning of human life itself. And so it seems fitting that our one letter to the universe reads something like this: We have no idea what we're doing, but we sound good! Wish you were here.

Annalee Newitz (annalee@techsploitation.com) is a surly media nerd who thinks that perhaps the golden record is really a message to ourselves.

© 2007 Independent Media Institute. All rights reserved.
View this story online at:
http://www.alternet.org/story/62314/

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DOES it surprise anyone that there is nothing in there about the Philippines?
If a new version were to be sent today, what exactly would be send to aliens that captures our spirit, our dreams and aspirations as a nation?
Replicas of Jose Rizal's books?
Nonoy Marcelo images?
This?

 

 

 

Speeches of Gloria Macapagal Arroyo?


Or this
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Eb9MZWXidk


 


Blog EntryPunk Rock and JewishnessSep 13, '07 9:56 PM
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I was about to post something about the conviction of Erap Estrada, but then I thought, awww heck, I'm sooooo serious.

 

One thing about being a writer that sometimes gets me is that, well, it can get so damned lonely out here. Unlike our artistic counterparts in the musical field...musicians can play solo, but hell, they can also JAM. In contrast, there are few products of literary collaboration. No jamming around here, really.

 

Inspired by Benjotheman's posts -- John Lennon, the Doors, Pearl Jam -- which by the way, were also some of favorites of the esteemed Haydee Yorac, veteran activist and human rights lawyer (hey, did you know that? found that out from a reporter who used to cover the COMELEC -- haha headbanger pala ang lola to match her wonderfully wild hair!), I am posting this piece from AlterNet, as this lonely intellectual's feeble attempt to jam.

 

Punk Rock's Jewish Roots

 

Though few people would associate punk rock with Judaism, the punk movement was created by Jews from Brooklyn and Queens.

 

By Saul Austerlitz

 

Is punk Jewish? At first glance, what music could be less (stereotypically) Jewish? Punk rock, in its classic, Sex Pistols-and-Ramones form, was all about simplicity, rebelliousness, anti-intellectualism, and shock value. Its foremost practitioners kitted themselves out in matching swastikas or dressed like a white-ethnic biker gang straight out of "The Wild One," but it was essential to the project of punk that its musicians appear brutish, Neanderthal, evil--anything but bookish, or well-spoken, or worst of all, nice.

 

And yet, as Steven Lee Beeber documents in his book "The Heebie-Jeebies at CBGB's," New York punk was primarily a movement led by Jewish boys (and a few girls) from solidly middle-class families, born and raised in the outer boroughs of Queens and Brooklyn but drawn to Manhattan's club scene like a moth to a flame. The sons and daughters of shopowners and accountants rebelling against their parents' comfortable but too-confined existences--what could be more familiarly, soothingly American? But what is the significance of the Jewish angle, if there is one at all?

 

The facts undoubtedly bear out a significant over-representation of Jews in the first wave of New York punks. Lou Reed, Joey and Tommy Ramone, Suicide's Martin Rev and Alan Vega, Jonathan Richman, Patti Smith Group guitarist Lenny Kaye, Richard Hell, Blondie's Chris Stein, CBGB's founder Hilly Kristal--the list of Jewish punk notables is lengthy, and impressive.

 

 

 

According to Beeber, the common thread for many of these Jewish punks was a desire to overturn the stereotype of the feeble, brainy Jew, the yeshiva student or the bespectacled clerk, replacing him with a brawny Jew in closer touch with his inner beast, and intent on shocking society out of its narcotized comfort.

 

The new punk Jew was inspired in equal parts by the warriors of the Israel Defense Forces, the comic-book superheroes scripted by an earlier generation of Jewish artists, and an instinctive revulsion at the musical excesses of contemporaries.

 

Stripping down to essences after the overblown pompousness of rock in the mid-1970's, punk cut away everything it saw as being unnecessary, including any prior identity. Punk was not merely a musical genre; it was a rebirth, with each newfound punk reborn in the movement, baptized in the flaming guitars and pogoing bass. How could punks be punks, and be Jewish too?

 

Beeber's book sees punk as a specifically Jewish outgrowth of post-Holocaust awareness--and shame. A new generation of Jewish boys sought to express their horror at the concentration camps by caustically embracing fascist aesthetics and an iconography of raw power. Rather than sink into what they saw as a mire of self-pity and narcissistic victimhood over six million dead, the Jewish punks preferred to rock out with swastikas, pose meaningfully with Nazi flags, and do their utmost to shock the living daylights out of their parents. Seeing the Holocaust as a moment of tragic weakness, the Jewish punks sought to never be weak again.

 

Or so Beeber says. The punk movement was never quite as uniform as Beeber has it, nor was its Jewish component as explicitly Jewish as he makes it out to be. Key figures like Tommy Ramone preferred to keep their Jewish identity in the shadows, preferring a white-ethnic, outer-boroughs style hilariously dubbed "Juido."

 

 

 

Moreover, being an all-embracing, all-encompassing lifestyle more than a mere musical distinction, punk sought to displace Judaism, as it displaced any religious or cultural affiliation. Punk was a calling, a source of meaning, and a religion of its own. To point out that there were many Jewish punks is akin to pointing out that there were many Jewish Communists; while true, it ignores the fact of the newer identity essentially canceling out the older.

 

The punks kept faith with Judaism less in the ideas they espoused than in the position they took vis-à-vis mainstream society. Having far more in common with their immigrant parents and grandparents than they might have been comfortable, or familiar, with, the Jewish punks simultaneously sought to maintain their status as a people apart, divorced from mainstream culture, while desperately in search of the approval of that very same uncomprehending mass. What, after all, was the significance of the punks' embrace of Nazi culture and other similarly toxic aesthetic motifs, if not an angry response to the seeming inability of the bourgeoisie to grasp the nature of their revolution?

 

The Jewish punks, like their immigrant forebears, sought to fit in and stand out, to be celebrated and to be ignored. Like their predecessors, the punks also flocked to the dingy, crime-ridden, tenement-dotted city, only in far smaller numbers, and as a lifestyle choice, rather than because there was nowhere else to go. For the punks, the very nature of their beliefs made them a people apart, divorced from society at large, and yet, deep in the marrow of their bones was a clamorous urge to be celebrated, and to be accepted.

 

How apropos, then, that so many of the New York punks were also Jewish. Punk may not have been Jewish, but its push-and-pull dynamic regarding American culture at large might as well have been.

 

http://cpcabrisbane.org/Kasama/2005/V19n3/HaydeeYorac.htm

 


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