I remembered when I was younger and I had ideas that I would be the most fab VJ on Much Music (oh and how I would have been. But, they've changed.)
So I committed to memory the correct spelling of George Stroumboulopoulos' last name in case that would've been a question they would've asked.
Well, they didn't ask me that.
They asked me what would I ask Paris Hilton. I and while I contemplated asking Paris to spell George's last name, I went with "Have you ever stayed in a hotel that wasn't a Hilton?"
Watching her spell is probably akin to watching a Parrot contemplate Chaucer.
Friday, January 19, 2007
Funny Little Moment of Nostalgia
Posted by
KarmaCake
1/19/2007 08:32:00 AM
- Anonymous 10:23 AM
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LOL, I spent a better part of yesterday trying to find out how to spell Chaucer... Now I just have to learn to spell George Straplapo.... Strapolop.... I will remain on a first name baisis with people from this point on.
-HATTERE - K-Dough 4:06 PM
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Leather: I completely disgare with you - there is one record you were on that I think was brilliant. You know which one I'm talking about..
MC Karma-C: You are too smart to be a VJ. Thank the powers that be that you did not have to subvert that to ask the daughter of a hotel magnate, who has done ontihg but fuck on film to be noticed, anything at all.
Actually, that would be my question: Paris, if you hadn't gotten pissed and fucked that guy on film, do you think anyone would give a rat's ass about you or your empty unoriginal gourd? - KarmaCake 11:13 AM
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Leatherhands - No doubt, if I've heard any of your work I would think it was fab.
Hattere - It's okay, if you can get to wikipedia, then you're in the clear.
K-Dough - Fuck on film. I think I found my answer! Forget podcasts! I'll go for DADV.
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Goin' on a blogging tear, huh? Re: talent and drive; it's in you or it ain't.
I was reciting the entire Beatles Sgt. Pepper album...note for note...when I was four, much to the delight of my much older siblings. My strict European Dad however, didn't see this as a viable option for my life. My brother gave me his old drums when I was seven, and I had to play them at my guitar players' parents house because there was no noise allowed. (That same guitarist is a highly respected author and professor now.) When I was fifteen, I dropped out of school and left home to get away from the bad vibes/opression. I was playing in bands with guys in their late twenties. I eventually got my OAC's (the equivalent to grade 13...which I understand doesn't exist anymore) through correspondence, but you cannot replace the experience of playing six nights a week. After a lot of struggling, and both good and horrendous life-changing experiences, my first eighties band's first album garnered a couple of hits and was nominated for a Juno...and my parents weren't 100% sure what instrument I played. (My relationship with my parents never really healed.)
I remember standing back stage in Wembley stadium opening for a bunch of huge bands, just being very pleased with myself. It was a huge roller coaster after that; many record deals, both good and poor selling records later, I ended up in the business world. Luckily I'm literate, personable and reasonably intelligent, so I was able to adapt.
I still think about music 24/7, and despite having no formal training (other than a brief 2 year stint to improve my vocal technique...I'm a lyric tenor BTW)I still "see" chords when I hear them. Voicings,layers, dynamics...I still "see" them. Reincarnation? Spiritual connection? Blind dumb randomness? Who fucking knows.
It's all a big compromise Karmacake. There are no records I've been on that are what I would consider "great." You're working with other people, using money from companies...you just can't ever do exactly what you want. Being true to yourself is a matter of degree...probably related to your familial support/financial situation.
Having said that, I envy your training and your scholarly knowledge of a music form I can only feel on a visceral level.You go girl.