The cords that Minor.

Taking a brief moment to discuss the world and the music that floats it.

I love how we as humans can create something so beautiful with objects never before looked upon as anything but, this goldish lookin thang, who dat?!  Instruments that we create to make sound that birds can do naturally have always amazed me.  The french horn for instence.  It is a beautifully mastered piece of metal fantasticness.  It spews out a sound that, when played well, gets into your soul and warms it with feelings of love and care-free pleasure.  The oboe: a tube that makes your ears curdle when screached along in symphonic band but made to hear hope and understanding when mastered.  BLAH!  I've become a bit hooky for a minute.  But they are amazing instruments.  So my point...

My new favorite thing to do is sit in front of my computer and youtube things.  I've mentioned this before.  My latest venture is searching for boys that kiss...nope, searching for all music that has a strong emphasis on the cord D in Minor.  It is quite a beautiful combination of pitch and harmony.  The mood of the arangements are easy to spot and pick up.  They are always pushing you forward in a deep relaxation and a bit of anticipation.  Of course, Pachelbel's Canon in D minor is famous for it's compilations of everything gorgeous, but little known works that are pushed under the gay-dar ring loudly when uncovered.  My newest venture is to lift the shag.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sWZrm6guXuA

The above selection of my latest searches is quite pretty.  Dragging a bit at the ending, it still doesn't lose it's mood and feeling of what could be a great compisition.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HW41wYqmeJw

Another selection in quest of all things D-Minor.  I think this piano piece is the definition of D-Minor.  The way the cords mix together to create a sense of growing anticipation and what could be love-lost.  Heart strings to be pulled.  But like with any great writer, you should take the last third of your work and toss it out!  (Shout out).  It could be considered a little long and repititious.  It is still a nice compisition.  Minus the flubbed key hits!  And the poor sound quality.

I think I'm done with this latest venture.  That didn't take long.

Anyway, I'm off to Melt today.  Just so happens to be the best sandwich place in the world.  IN THE WORLD!!!  I dare anyone to challenge this.  Hey, all you T.V. chef's and wanna be critics.  Here's the test, guurl.  Pick up you spoons and napkins and throw them on the floor.  You won't need them here.  The only utensils needed are you fingers, your mouth and your stomach acids.  If your main utensil becomes dirty, lick off your fingers, bitch.  Those juices are there for a reason, it's called flavor.  Your napkin doesn't have the taste buds, girl!  And if you're like me and eat boneless chicken wings because you don't want to get your fingers dirty...fuck you!  Ha, no.  Make an exception for these sandwiches.  Sooo good.  I'll let you know what I've ingested later!

Oh...P.S. The Surface of the Sun from the Sunshine soundtrack...you know the one that i'm currently obsessed with, is in D-Minor!!
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_QahzbgUVwk

Boo-yea!!