Good morning, Readers!
At the offensive hour of 5 am my allergies woke me up and didn't allow me to fall back asleep. Needless to say, I had some time to think about what I should blog about this morning. It's been awhile since I posted a nice legit blog. So, without further ado...
In mid-March two of my musician friends, Caiti 'High-C' Laszewski and Daniel 'Sunshine' Heier, and I were asked to participate in a writing challenge. The challenge was posed by the author of the book The Savvy Musician, a book that is used for McNally Smith Liberal Arts Department Head and faculty member, Janis Weller's class Creating A Life In Music. The challenge was posed to college-level music students across the globe.
We accepted the challenge with enthusiasm...And then had no idea how to answer such vague, loaded questions. After a session or two of individual free-writing, however, we were able to come up with some pretty sweet ideas. We then combined our responses into one super-essay.
The challenge posed was this:
Are Musicians Truly Important? Most people immediately agree that doctors, farmers, and teachers provide essential services to our communities. But what about musicians? Is our work vital? What kind of important differences can we make?
Since our essay was submitted, it has been published on the author's blog. You can find that blog here: Click it
McNally Smith also wrote something up about our involvement in this challenge as well. To read what they had to say about it all click here: Click it
And in addition to that, the blog has also been linked at McNally Smith's student news publication's blog The Decibel, for which the three of us are editors. You can check out The Decibel's shiny new blog here: Click it
Moving on. :)
In my artist promotion resource knowledge quest, I have been introduced to really, really awesome website. This website is called Squarespace.
It's a website that allows you purchase website domains for an amazing $14.95 a month. And not only that, but you don't actually have to start your website from scratch. Much like blogging sites such as WordPress or Blogger, or even websites like MySpace, you can alter how your website looks without having to know all the ins and outs of web design. The site allows you to try it out for two weeks for free. Which is precisely what I did.
So last week I sat down and played with Squarespace. This is what I came up with:
The site is fairly easy to use. The only confusing thing I ran into was what each section is actually called within the formatting mode. After some time though, and playing around with things, it's pretty easy to work out.
Basically what I'm getting around to, is that this site is fanTASTIC for electronic press kits (or EPKs). Over the course of this semester, I have had many, many conversations about what an electronic press kit actually is nowadays. The conclusion I've come to? EPKs are just websites. The Blue Jay Radio image above is basically that - a clean, professional looking website that contains links to all of their social media sites and "tabs" across the top of the header that link to different pieces of their EPK.
The only thing I personally have not figured out yet, is how to embed audio - not videos, but just audio. In the I'll be doing more research on that in the near future, but for at least the next two weeks, Blue Jay Radio has the beginnings of an EPK.
On another note, did you check out the sweet poll that's living on SayWAM?? How sweet is that?! Not nearly as sweet as it'll be after you answer the question. ;)
And so, I am now going to leave you with this.
Have a great day!!
Jenna
Showing posts with label McNally Smith College of Music. Show all posts
Showing posts with label McNally Smith College of Music. Show all posts
4.12.2010
3.22.2010
Guest Blogger #1: Andrew Burgess
SAYWam is trying out something different, readers. I have invited a couple of my writer-friends to be guest bloggers! Are you excited? I am. : ) Enjoy!
Watchout! Theres Ghosts
By Andrew Burgess
Once in a while, a band comes along that is so offensive, so blatantly asinine and musically absurd, that I feel the need to provide commentary to the small amount of readers who care about my opinion. As of yesterday evening, that band is "Watchout! Theres Ghosts."
Check out this sick track.
If you can actually keep your stomach contents down throughout the entirety of this video, then I applaud you.
I hate when people blindly judge music and ensembles, so I always like to do a little research before I do my hating. I don't know if this duo is brand fucking new, or the hip scene thing to do is provide no information about yourself, but I couldn't find an ounce of useful information about these guys. The only material regarding Watchout! Theres Ghosts I found was myspace comments left from preteens girls proclaiming, and I quote, "my favorite band is back. thank god. this world needs good music," and the singer's amazingly profound tweets such as, again I quote, "me myself and irean is funny!" and "hood rich."
Yes, we do need good music in this world. Too bad you'd have better odds of proving human parthenogenesis than finding good music from two scene asshats with a MacBook and an undying lust for Taco Bell. Turns out you're more than likely attracted to them physically, not musically. Listen to the song without looking at their sweet Myspace profile picture and see if you still have the same opinion. If by some rare chance you do, I'd suggest hopping the next flight to Norway to go spelunking with some lemmings; Darwin would appreciate it.
Aside from the obvious absence of prefrontal cortex stimulation from their fans, I don't even know where to begin on how offended I am with this band. On all levels. First off, their name; "Watchout! Theres Ghosts." Here we go. "Watchout!" is actually two words, geniuses. I figured maybe they're jumping on the bandwagon of the multiple word band name bludgeoned into one word, but then they pull a Hail Mary and space out "Theres Ghosts." By the way, "Theres" is a contraction; it needs an apostrophe. I know it's hard to tweet via mobile phone, because you have to bring up the symbol menu and everything, but sometimes a little extra effort goes a long way. That is, you won't look like completely uneducated Cro-Magnons to the potential fans who haven't heard your awesome Garage Band preloaded beats yet.
Yes, I'm aware that proper grammar and social awareness has nothing to do with their music. So I'll drop the fact that Me, Myself and *Irene was not only spelled incorrectly, but it hit theaters a decade ago and wasn't really that funny. (Seriously. If Me, Myself and Irene was funny, than Scary Movie 4 was a fucking riot.) On to the actual musical aspect then.
Holy auto-tune, Batman! The song in the video posted above makes Cher's use of auto-tune in "Believe" seem reasonable. I see more and more use of auto-tune in the budding underground artists, and I don't understand why. Then I saw this video below and had an epiphany:
They can't fucking sing. Not only that, but the guitarist sounds like a deaf Fran Drescher with the mother of all sinus infections. Let's try enunciating your poignant message of how "There is a line and you crossed it. There it is. There it is" and afterwards we can work on blowing your nose and singing in a range your vocal cords can actually handle, after all Rome wasn't built in a day right? My favorite part of the video is at 2:42 when the guitar solo kicks in. I'm not asking him to be Yngwie Malmsteen, but I would expect a guitar player to possess the ability to actually play guitar in tune and on time. Hey, dickhead. Watchout! Theres Notes. I know you don't have colors flying at you like in Guitar Hero, telling you when to hit the notes and giving you rad star power, but it's not too difficult if you actually try.
This band is proof that making it is not about your music, but the unfortunate circumstances of what you look like, who you know, and how much money your parents have. Thankfully this band is no longer signed to a label, and I may start attending church again to pray that they lose funding and their drive to succeed as "musicians." If I'm missing something, someone please regale me. Otherwise, I hope to see you all in church with me next Sunday.
Watchout! Theres Ghosts
By Andrew Burgess
Once in a while, a band comes along that is so offensive, so blatantly asinine and musically absurd, that I feel the need to provide commentary to the small amount of readers who care about my opinion. As of yesterday evening, that band is "Watchout! Theres Ghosts."
Check out this sick track.
If you can actually keep your stomach contents down throughout the entirety of this video, then I applaud you.
I hate when people blindly judge music and ensembles, so I always like to do a little research before I do my hating. I don't know if this duo is brand fucking new, or the hip scene thing to do is provide no information about yourself, but I couldn't find an ounce of useful information about these guys. The only material regarding Watchout! Theres Ghosts I found was myspace comments left from preteens girls proclaiming, and I quote, "my favorite band is back. thank god. this world needs good music," and the singer's amazingly profound tweets such as, again I quote, "me myself and irean is funny!" and "hood rich."
Yes, we do need good music in this world. Too bad you'd have better odds of proving human parthenogenesis than finding good music from two scene asshats with a MacBook and an undying lust for Taco Bell. Turns out you're more than likely attracted to them physically, not musically. Listen to the song without looking at their sweet Myspace profile picture and see if you still have the same opinion. If by some rare chance you do, I'd suggest hopping the next flight to Norway to go spelunking with some lemmings; Darwin would appreciate it.
Aside from the obvious absence of prefrontal cortex stimulation from their fans, I don't even know where to begin on how offended I am with this band. On all levels. First off, their name; "Watchout! Theres Ghosts." Here we go. "Watchout!" is actually two words, geniuses. I figured maybe they're jumping on the bandwagon of the multiple word band name bludgeoned into one word, but then they pull a Hail Mary and space out "Theres Ghosts." By the way, "Theres" is a contraction; it needs an apostrophe. I know it's hard to tweet via mobile phone, because you have to bring up the symbol menu and everything, but sometimes a little extra effort goes a long way. That is, you won't look like completely uneducated Cro-Magnons to the potential fans who haven't heard your awesome Garage Band preloaded beats yet.
Yes, I'm aware that proper grammar and social awareness has nothing to do with their music. So I'll drop the fact that Me, Myself and *Irene was not only spelled incorrectly, but it hit theaters a decade ago and wasn't really that funny. (Seriously. If Me, Myself and Irene was funny, than Scary Movie 4 was a fucking riot.) On to the actual musical aspect then.
Holy auto-tune, Batman! The song in the video posted above makes Cher's use of auto-tune in "Believe" seem reasonable. I see more and more use of auto-tune in the budding underground artists, and I don't understand why. Then I saw this video below and had an epiphany:
They can't fucking sing. Not only that, but the guitarist sounds like a deaf Fran Drescher with the mother of all sinus infections. Let's try enunciating your poignant message of how "There is a line and you crossed it. There it is. There it is" and afterwards we can work on blowing your nose and singing in a range your vocal cords can actually handle, after all Rome wasn't built in a day right? My favorite part of the video is at 2:42 when the guitar solo kicks in. I'm not asking him to be Yngwie Malmsteen, but I would expect a guitar player to possess the ability to actually play guitar in tune and on time. Hey, dickhead. Watchout! Theres Notes. I know you don't have colors flying at you like in Guitar Hero, telling you when to hit the notes and giving you rad star power, but it's not too difficult if you actually try.
This band is proof that making it is not about your music, but the unfortunate circumstances of what you look like, who you know, and how much money your parents have. Thankfully this band is no longer signed to a label, and I may start attending church again to pray that they lose funding and their drive to succeed as "musicians." If I'm missing something, someone please regale me. Otherwise, I hope to see you all in church with me next Sunday.
12.12.2009
Who Doesn't Love Beeker?
Well, we're approaching finals week at McNally Smith College of Music. And finals week means Christmas time. And Christmas time means Christmas music.
That being said, I'm going to go on a ridiculous Christmas music kick for awhile...Forgive me. :)
Currently, this is my favorite:
Happy studying, fellow McSmithers!
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