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Archive for February, 2007
I just went to a competitive college a capella concert over at USC with Elaine. My mind, she is blown.
I love a capella music so very, very much. It is a scientific fact that singing in a good a capella group makes you 200% more attractive. But I’d never seen groups anywhere near this good before. Here, it wasn’t just singing–it was dancing too! Really high quality dancing!
I witnessed:
- A medley of “Tra-La-La,” “What is Love,” and at least one other song, with hand-slapping, butt-grabbing, and awesome sunglasses.
- Reverse Osmosis, the hosting group and last year’s winner, performing twice even though they weren’t in competition. All of their songs astounded me–they would’ve won in a heartbeat. Especially “Take Your Mama Out,” complete with star-level choreography and snarky backup vocals (“Wash your mouth out with soap”).
- A group of girls wearing ties from Brigham Young, because when you’re Mormon and in the middle of nowhere, you have a lot of time to perfect tournament-winning a capella routines. (Apparently BYU does really well every year.)
- Dudes holding up girls cheerleader-style, making crazy formations, all the while singing beautifully.
- A Michael Jackson-clone who is, I repeat, not a girl, but can shake his ass quite proficiently.
- A cover of Imogen Heap’s “Hide and Seek”–which while they didn’t add much to the original, is still an awesome song.
- Beatboxing. Reverse Osmosis and Naked Voices had INHUMAN beatboxers. I want beatboxing babies. Good bass and beats contributes more than half the sexiness of a capella music.
- A all-guys group’s “tribute to Freddie Mercury” in the form of “Don’t Stop Me Now,” complete with pelvic thrusting, lyrical Freudian slips, and a hot lead singer in a red dress shirt with the arms ripped off. Bonus: The group’s called “The Trojan Men.”
*swoon*
I can’t even remember half the songs performed. My mind is overwhelmed with awesomeness. I want to join ten a capella groups now. And see more concerts, goddamn it!
Idea I had after the concert: You know how OK Go is making white male dancing cool again? My challenge: OK Go songs, with as good or better choreography, SUNG A CAPELLA. “Here It Goes Again” probably wouldn’t work without the treadmills, but “A Million Ways” would certainly be replicable, adapted to a larger group.
Come on, interweb. Make it happen. I would pay significant quantities of currency to see it.
I’m finally taking the class this semester. It’s much more abstract than I expected. We don’t learn *any* technical stuff in class, except for the prof’s criticisms of what we could have done better in our bi-weekly experimental films. (There are optional workshops after class that are purely about technical stuff, but I haven’t made it to any yet. I heard they weren’t that great.) Rather, we learn about video art. The prof prods us into ignoring the post-millennial changes we take for granted so that she can teach us video theory as developed decades ago. The videos so far are very simple; she isn’t letting us put *any* cuts or editing into our videos until halfway through the semester! Rather than making pretty, polished things, she wants artistic statements that manipulate and draw attention to the medium. Uh, okay…
I dunno. It’s not a bad class. But I like my pop TV-style videos, with soundtracks and editing and prettiness! :p
Here are the two videos me and my partner Courtney have made so far.
Video Time:
I guess it’s an interplay between time experienced while sucked into the boob tube versus time in real life. The screen reflection came out nicely. We got lucky with how often time-related stuff came up on the television while we filmed…
Video Light:
It’s supposed to mess with your expectations. This was the first time Courtney and I had even *touched* the light kit. Damn that equipment’s heavy.
However I might rant about Scripps, there are certainly some perks to being here.
-6°F? For a high? Three days in a row? Eeeesh.
