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Showing posts with label contribution. Show all posts

January 21, 2013

The Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Love Ben Gibbard

1. That voice. What is it about that voice that I love so much? If you think about it (and listen to it objectively), his crooning is not always all that easy on the ears. But it works, kind of like Bob Dylan (but not that extreme).

2. This music video, for his new solo single, “Teardrop Windows.” Let’s face it, if he tried to be a “bad boy” in real life, the end result would most likely be the same as in this clip.

3. The fact that he can poke fun at himself, as evidenced by reason #2.

4. Only Benjamin Gibbard could pull off a hairstyle I haven’t seen on a male since the fourth grade.

5. Saying his name out loud is enough to entertain you for at least five minutes. Test it out. It’s fun to say. I promise.

6. His witty and slightly awkward stage banter.

7. The fact that he is able to pull off a feat that not many other musicians in a band can pull off: a solo album that not only holds its own but could arguably rival selected works of the band’s discography.

8. I Will Follow You Into The Dark. Try to listen to that song without getting goosebumps and/or starting to cry. I dare you.

9. His penchant to always seem more or less oblivious to time and space.

10. Watching him clamber behind a piano on stage, basked in a blue-green half light, and serenade the crowd without missing a single chord.

11. This.

-Kaitlin Deveau
Read her blog here

June 28, 2012

In Defense Of Pop

Confession time: I love pop music. I’m talking the crappiest of crappy pop music. You know, the incredibly catchy, mindless clutter that is repeated ad nauseum on countless radio stations and TV channels across the country. Case in point: I’m listening to Carly Rae Jepsen’s “Call Me Maybe” on repeat as I write.

You’re probably wondering why I choose to melt my brain with what some would argue is substance-less music lacking any semblance of musical technicality and designed with the sole intent of procuring a hefty sum of money.

The answer is simple: discovering new music is hard.

I think back to my eighth grade days when I used to spend hours scouring the Internet on sites like (anyone remember that?) desperately trying to discover some remotely decent, obscure band to stick on my iPod so I would look cool on the off chance someone decided to borrow it and browse my music collection. Looking back on those days, I not only feel a sense of nostalgia, but also wonder: How on earth did I have time for that?

Which brings me to my first point: discovering new music takes a lot of time. In most cities, you can’t flip the radio on in your car while driving to work if you want to find a fresh new band no one has heard of. Instead, you have to sit on your computer clicking through various blogs and music sites. You have to haul yourself to and pay for music festivals, the land of the unwashed masses and the overpriced pretzel. You have to go to concerts in hole in the wall joints in scary places like Brooklyn. That’s all fine and dandy if you have the time or do it for a career. And while lovely blogs like this one facilitate the process, I’m old and grumpy and get tired after a long day of work. I’d rather veg out in front of the TV instead of any of the aforementioned activities.

Now, let’s say you do invest the time and succeed in discovering an über hip band. Now what? Unlike pop music, obscure bands are a social boner kill. What do I mean by this? Well, I can talk to almost anyone I know about Britney Spears, and regardless of whether they love her or hate her, at least we can have a conversation about it. Now imagine the following scenario: I ask a friend, “Have you ever heard of Boink? They’re this awesome new ska band!” Their response: “No, I haven’t.” End of conversation. Social boner kill. (True story).

Finally, there’s nothing like bonding over a shared love of a guilty pleasure pop song with someone. There’s just no replacing singing and dancing to a song that has poorly rhymed verses and way too much auto tuning in a car with the windows down and speakers blaring. And that’s why, no matter what, I will always defend pop.

-Kaitlin Deveau
Read her blog here.