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Accent on the Music

17Mar

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By: Reena Mumbai reenadotme@gmail.com

This is going to be the dumbest thing I’ve said in a while, but who cares. It’s like this… You know how when you’re listening to a new song and you’re totally digging it and all, and then you start torrenting the hell out of the band, and within three days you’ve committed their entire discography to memory? Right, and you’re all, “Man, this band is the greatest!” and then you find out they’re a French band, and then you’re all, “Wait, but they sing in ‘American’!”

I told you this would be dumb.

I guess, if I think about it, a lot of famous artists are not American and yet, when they sing, they can suppress their accents and sing in an American voice. Take Phoenix, for example. When I first discovered them, I had no clue they were from France. The same goes for the Radio Dept. They sing with American accents but they’re from Sweden. This doesn’t seem as strange to me, and maybe it’s because they’re Caucasian, because I’ll tell you, if I hear an Indian band sing, and they sound “American”, I’m floored down to hell.

Then I wonder, do singers from other countries practice singing in American accents? Or is it the natural inclination of the musically gifted? It’s the nature versus nurture quandry in the singer’s world. Do vocal cords know nothing of nationality? Or do people believe there is more cacophony in singing English language songs in American accents? If so, why? If you grow up in India, for example, surrounded by Indian accents, and you converse in that accent, and argue in it, and whisper disgusting nothings in each others’ ears in it, why then don’t you sing in that accent? And how come people from around the world are so capable of feigning American accents but Americans, on the other hand, swear they can do “the best British accent”, but come off sounding like a more egregious version of Renee Zellweger, a la Bridget Jones’ Diary?

It’s a puzzler, and I have no answers, but I do have some music from around the world, that I thought was good/interesting/not-good-nor-interesting-but-still-worthy-of-sharing. Is anyone else as curious as I am about what music means in other countries? The last three groups are actually pretty solid. The first two, definitely not my cup of tea.

India- This is a group called IAFWAY, which stands for “I Am Fake, What Are You”, and they are based out of New Delhi, (which, incidentally, is where my family is from.) This isn’t my genre of music. I’s very heavy on the metal and I would never be able to sit through an entire song of theirs, but I am just AMAZED that they can sound so NOT “Outsourced”. Unsaturated

China- This band calls itself Re-TROS. Again, I don’t like this music; it’s too rock-influenced, but still interesting to see what is coming out of other countries. Up Next: Bella Lugosi’s Back

Iceland- The band is called Rokkurro and the lead vocalist is Hildur Kristín Stefánsdóttir’s. I can’t even begin to imagine how to pronounce the first and last name. Her voice reminds of springtime, whatever that means. I really love this song. I Googled this group and stumbled upon their Tumblr and they use the same template for their page that I do! That pretty much solidified that they were a band worth following. Sólin Mun Skína

Singapore- I kind of love the sound of this group. They’re called Elektone and the synth and vocals remind me of the peg leg jeans I wore in 6th grade. Falling Into You

Ireland- Reverie is actually 21 year old Louise Connell whose album “Melodies” is a big, happy bowl of acoustic pop and ukelele strumming. Get to Know Me

So, there you are. Around the world in five international groups. Maybe you like some of them, maybe not. What do I care, really.

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RIP Nate Dog: 21 Questions and Anthems in Death

16Mar

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By: Reena Mumbai reenadotme@gmail.com

It’s kind of crazy that a lot of breaking news that I learn of is via Twitter. Tonight, for example, I learned that Nate Dogg died. Here’s the crazy in that- I thought it was a hoax because as soon as I saw the tweet I, of course, Googled it, and there were NO hits to corroborate. As it turns out, Twitter beat Google to the punch. Sadly, the world has lost another rapper from my formative intro-to-rap years. Twitter, in the meantime, is blowing up with “R.I.P” shouts and lyrics from famous Nate Dogg songs. When I hear Nate Dogg I immediately think of two songs, probably not unlike many others who grew up on his music. Obviously, one is “Regulate” by Warren G, but the other is probably one that is a less common conduit to Nate because it came later in his career, and that is “21 Questions” by 50 Cent. It has one of the cheesiest, smile-inducing lines in hip hop. The line that then became nauseatingly overused- “I love you like a fat kid love cake.” Granted, that wasn’t actually his line.

Do people ever say to you, “This song always reminds me of you”? I get that from friends and it’s usually either a 90’s song or some random hip-hop song. I was thinking, I wonder what song Nate Dogg would want people playing in his memory. Like, would he scoff if he knew I played “21 Questions” because it was actually a 50 Cent song that he was featured on? Actually, most of the popular songs Nate Dogg is remembered for were collabos with other artists. Then I thought, well, when I die, what song do I want my death to immediately trigger in the minds of my friends?

Hold, please. Time for a 3:40 am cookie…

As I was saying, what song would I want people playing? Yes, I realize this is a big assumption that, somehow, my death will spark a global “kumbaya”, but you never know, so it’s best to have a plan in place. The problem is there are so many great songs that put me in an out-of-body experience. I’m being totally serious- music does that to me, often. Some people use qualudes, some use videogames, I use music. Parenthetically speaking, did you know that quaaludes were first invented in India? It is one of those obscure, but important, facts to spew out to someone you want to impress, like, I dunno, a drugged-out hippie child of the Woodstock era, who maybe manages a famous band.

The problem with picking one song to be your anthem in death is that you want to make sure it’s a “timeless” song. This means most current popular music is out. Ke$ha’s ( I can’t believe I actually dollar-signed her) “Blow” may sound great now, but 30 years from now it’s just going to be eyebrow-raising when this song is trending on Twitter as #RIP Reena.Blow on girl. So, I’m trying very hard to scour my top 50 songs list and come up with the perfect anthem in death for myself. I have none as of yet. But I’d better find one fast. It’s best to be prepared.

Post script: I find Ke$ha distasteful and a big ear soar. However, I will go on the record and say I am totally feeling her new song “Blow” which, when listened to at cochlea-cracking decibels, really just makes you want to dance. Also, this video has unicorns (dammit, are unicorns trendy now??) and Dawson of “Dawson’s Creek” fame. What the?

And for the record, the cookie(s) I ate at 3:40 am were sugarless and homemade, though obviously not by me.

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Gone With The Wind – The Facebook De-Friend

3Mar

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Ever been friend dumped? I have. Well, sort of. It wasn’t so much an abrupt termination, as it was a slow, putrid demise of a maleficent mound of mulch. Being “dumped” by this particular friend was not exactly devastating because, in truth this person was, hmmm, how should I say? Toxic. And really, he/she/it was more of a fair weather type of friend. The end was right in front of us, but I had too much indifference respect for the past friendship to pound that final nail in the coffin. Now, although my friend dump was some time ago, the issue recently resurfaced as I was comparing notes with my friend D, who’s been newly friend-dumped. He, unfortunately, is not taking the friend dump in stride. He’s pissed and confused. D’s case is different. He didn’t see this coming. He thought things were “fine”. He was Facebook de-friended. I feel for him. It’s never easy getting dumped.

Anyhow, the point is, we started to compare notes. Where did the friendships go sour? Was there a pinpoint-able spot to lay blame upon? Was one person clearly in the wrong? Was proper friend-dumping etiquette followed? Is there proper friend-dumping etiquette? The more we discussed the phenomenon the more we realized that, compared to being dumped by a lover, friend-dumping is generally FAR more passive. While both can clearly occur in passive-aggressive manners, romantic dumping is more on the active end of the spectrum, and friend-dumping on the passive end. The “talk” happens far more consistently with the breakup of a romance. There is rarely an, “It’s not you, it’s me,” moment in a friend-dump.

Even less common, is the passive-aggressive behavior of the dumper who acts like such an ass that the intended dumpee becomes the actual dumper. It seems most friend-dumps come in a slower, passive manner, proceeding to passive-agressive behavior. Phone calls are returned with less verve. Plans are cancelled at the last minute, with increasing frequency. Text message responses such as “cool”, or “ok” become the norm. And then comes the green mile. You notice, first, that you have limited access to the dumper’s Facebook profile. It’s ok. Maybe they just limited their profile to everyone, you tell yourself. Then comes the inability to see any current pictures or status updates. And then, the de-friend.

Personally, I find the Facebook de-friend to be a tacky, worm-like way of weaseling out of a friendship you no longer wish to be a part of, (I’m referring to once meaningful friendships, and not a casual acquaintance.) If there was no head-to-head, no major blowout, then be a fricken adult, grow a set, and just talk to your intended dumpee. Maybe they did something that legitimately crossed a line. Or maybe you are just bored of them. Whatever it is, what the hell does it say about you that you can’t directly offer an explanation as to why you’ve been m.i.a. all of a sudden? It is the romantic equivalent of Berger’s post-it note. If the best you can do is slowly faze them off your Facebook page, you are a Class A douche, and deserve to be branded.

In D’s case it is clear, to me at least, that D was a perceived threat to his dumper. So, actually, D should be laughing at this pathetic dimwit, and I reckon, after our little pow wow, he soon will be. Frankly, if a once “real” friend de-friended me on Facebook as a way to declare the time of death, it would only reinforce the caliber of lame loser I was “losing”.

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