“Sup, baby girl!”
“Hey, I love your bling-bling jewelry.”
“You are really sweet, what’s your name?”
“Everyone in the streets calls me Busta, but you can call me Busta.”
“Oo, I feel special, why do they call you Busta?”
“Because I bust-a-lot of rhymes! Ha-ha, get it?”
“Oh my God, you are so funny!”
“What is your name?”
“I’m Chelsea, so who is your favorite hip hop artist?”
“Lil Wayne.”
“That is so cool! Yea he is such a good singer!”
“He got some mean grillz up on his face!”
“What’s that?”
“Gold teeth! Come on baby you’ve got to know the 411.”
“Oops, so what’s your favorite Lil Wayne Album?”
“Umm… I can’t remember right now.”
“Oh, I understand, I forget things all the time.”
“On the real, me too; my brainizzle is like not working, ya dig?”
“I do, you are so cool I like how you speak and dress. It definitely shows people that you
are a hip-hop artist.”
“Thanks bay-bay, you cute!”
“Ha-ha thanks, you are too.”
“Can I get yo digits?”
“Digits? Like my Social Security number?”
“Na boo, I mean your phone number. You gotta learn the way we hip-hop peeps talk.”
“Oh, will you teach me?”
“For shizzle.”
La Roux
ME
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Literary Presentation: Laughter
In reading Mario Vargas Llosa’s, In Praise of the Stepmother, two instances of laughter are used to evoke sexual connotations. The first context of laughter is a malicious and perverted confrontation between a stepmother, and her stepson. The second is used to enhance the sexual activity performed by a husband and his step wife.
In the first instance, the stepmother, Lucrecia is in a nightdress in her stepson, Fonchito’s room, thanking him for the birthday present he had left her. Fonchito returns the thanks, and embraces her. Lucrecia becomes awkward by the actions that her stepson gives to her. Freeing herself from his grasp, she tells him that he must go to bed, so that he would wake up early for school. He lets her go, stares at her and laughs, with an ecstatic look on his face. One can sense perversion provoked by the stepson’s embrace, and laughter, because even Lucrecia is hit by the sexual tension of Fonchito. Through the child’s laughter one can also sense the corruptive power of innocence in a sexual childish portrayal, which is relevant to the story because the genre is erotic-based.
In the second instance, Don Rigoberto and his step wife, Lucrecia are conversing about the fact that she went into her stepson’s room while only in her nightdress. He then jokes that his son, Fonchito, would have his first erotic dream because he had laid his eyes on her in her nightdress. Don Rigoberto and Lucrecia laugh. After, she pretends to slap him, beginning their foreplay activities. Through their laughter, one can sense the erotic arousal of their behaviors beginning to buildup. This text fits into the larger narrative in that it has an erotic tone and atmosphere to it, when the novel itself is based on physical love.
There are two occurrences of laughter used to evoke sexual meanings in Llosa’s, In Praise of the Stepmother. The first provokes the corrupting power of innocence between a stepmother and her stepson. And the second is a starting point for a buildup leading to sexual activities between a husband, and his step wife. Llosa does an excellent job in using laughter in his text because it is both evoking and vivid in that the laughter allows a clear understanding of the tone of the literature.
Headline sketch- “U.S. ship repels attack by pirates”
“Shiver me timbers!” said captain pebbles as he spoke victoriously to his fellow pirate mates. “Look at this… we are on the landlubber’s newspaper… wait, I forgot you bunch of barnacle crusted slabs can’t read, anyway it says “U.S.
Washington Irving’s The Legend of Sleepy Hollow (Imitation)
“In this by-place of nature, there abode, in a remote period of American history, that is to say, some thirty years since, a worthy wight of the name of Ichabod Crane; who sojourned, or, as he expressed it, “tarried,” in Sleepy Hollow, for the purpose of instructing the children of the vicinity. He was a native of Connecticut ; a State which supplies the Union with pioneers for the mind as well as for the forest, and sends forth yearly its legions of frontier woodsmen and country schoolmasters. The cognomen of Crane was not inapplicable to his person. He was tall, but exceedingly lank, with narrow shoulders, long arms and legs, hands that dangled a mile out of his sleeves, feet that might have served for shovels, and his whole frame most loosely hung together. His head was small, and flat at top, with huge ears, large green glassy eyes, and a long snipe nose, so that it looked like a weather-cock, perched upon his spindle neck, to tell which way the wind blew. To see him striding along the profile of a hill on a windy day, with his clothes bagging and fluttering about him one might have mistaken him for the genius of famine descending upon the earth, or some scarecrow eloped from a cornfield.” (Irving)
My imitation, My odd neighbor Katherine
My neighbor Katherine is short, but slightly fat, with plump thighs and legs, hair that reaches all the way to Berlin
Ice Cream Commandeering
“Hey can I get a hot fudge sundae? And could you make it like the poster out front.”
“Umm… sure”
*Ring, Ring*
“Hold on I have a phone call I will be with you in a second… Hello, yes this is John…Oh hey mother, how are you? That’s good to know… me I’m just here buying a hot fudge sundae. Ok mom I will save some for you when I get home… alright love you… What in God’s name! Mom ok yeah I really have to go bye. What the…What is that?”
“Sir it’s your hot fudge sundae”
“I asked for it to look exactly like the poster out front”
“What picture outside? Sir”
“Don’t sir me, are you joking? Let me go get the poster… Here look at this, it’s a masterpiece, now compare it to yours… yeah I see no resemblance, in fact yours looks like the crap I took this morning… what did you do go to my house and steal my shit?”
“Do you want me to give you a refund?”
“I don’t want a fucking refund… here let me show you how it is done, excuse me let me go through”
“Sir you are not allowed here”
“I said excuse me”
“Fine… do what ever you want”
“Look what I’m doing… I am putting the poster right in front of me as a model for the artwork I will make, by creating an exact replica of the photo… let’s see… looks simple… 2 scoops of vanilla ice-cream placed exactly in the center of the cone… none of that lopsided turd you did… okay next you put the melted hot fudge all around the ice-cream exactly like the photo, see! The poster’s coming to life already! Then we add the whip cream on top… now before we do it we need to analyze the how whip scream swirls around the ice-cream, perfect it’s spiral, here we go… done! Wonderful! It’s perfect! And finally the last piece of the puzzle, the cherry on top! Ta-da, we are now finished! You see this is how you make a perfect hot fudge sundae… and look it’s like the poster came alive… isn’t it?”
“Are you serious…? Ha-ha
I am definitely going to college and moving out of my parent’s house… I am not turning into an obsessive loser like you… you can have my apron, I quit”
Sleep Presentation
In Ambrose Bierce’s short story “A Horseman in the sky” he tells the story of a man named Carter Druse who wants to fight in the American civil war. Soon after, He kills a horseman who turns out to be his father. He introduces the story with a passage describing Carter as a soldier, who is asleep at his post of duty, not aware of the tragedy that awaits him in the end.
One sunny afternoon in the autumn of the year 1861 a soldier lay in a clump of
laurel by the side of a road in western Virginia
stomach, his feet resting upon the toes, his head upon the left forearm. His
extended right hand loosely grasped his rifle. But for the somewhat methodical
disposition of his limbs and a slight rhythmic movement of the cartridge-box at
the back of his belt he might have been thought to be dead. He was asleep at his
post of duty. But if detected he would be dead shortly afterward, death being the
just and legal penalty of his crime.
The clump of laurel in which the criminal lay was in the angle of a road which
after ascending southward a steep acclivity to that point turned sharply to the
west, running along the summit for perhaps one hundred yards. (Bierce 1).
Bierce describes a scenario of a soldier laying in a clump of laurel, asleep at his post. He compares the sleeping soldier to a dead person. Bierce states how if the soldier were to be detected, he would receive the penalty of death, for no one is allowed to sleep while at their post of duty. After asserting the wrong of the soldier, the author refers to him as a criminal. Bierce exemplifies how self-indulgence can lead to a disruption of one’s duties, just as the soldier did with sleeping rather than serving his obligation. The act of sleep is also referred to as a crime because the man is a soldier who failed to do what his job required. This instance depicts a portrayal of vulnerability, for the soldier is unaware of the harm he is open to while sleeping, and thus failing to comply with his job’s standards.
Metaphor in lyrics “The Sound of Silence” by Simon and Garfunkel
“But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence”
In “The Sound of Silence,” Paul Simon compares his words to silent raindrops. In these couple of lines he uses a simile “But my words, like silent raindrops fell” and a metaphor “And echoed in the wells of silence.”
The first type of metaphor in these two lines is a simile. Not only are raindrops refreshing, reviving, life giving, and fatal, but they make noise when they splash to the ground, something that does not happen when raindrops are silent. The quote contains the words “fell” and “echoed” but clearly states they are silent. This quote is a paradox because raindrops are not silent, especially when relating them to a loud echoing sound. Silence connotes death, stillness, and isolation, something that is clearly presented in the quote above. The quote shows that the attempted spoken words are ignored and become silent and quiet. However, to the speaker, the words are thundering and loud. This quote is a paradox but explains a difference in the way the speaker feels his words are interpreted by others. Not only does this evoke the loneliness and longing for attention but the means of desperation for someone to hear him, even though his cries are silent. His words can also be life-giving or deadly because raindrops are drops of water and water gives life, but too much of it can be fatal.
The next metaphor, “the wells of silence,” directly compares “silence” to “wells.” Wells are water holes, abysses, sources of life, death and hope. In comparing “silence” to “wells,” Simon is saying that the silence is in an abyss vast with life and death. Life begins and death ends it. The “silence” can be considered as the angel of death from the book of Exodus or the grim reaper, taking away the souls of people, causing death. When life keeps flourishing the angel of death will always be there to trim earth’s over abundance. The “well” is the planet earth, where life begins, sometimes wells are the main source of water to people which keeps them living here in earth, providing to the life cycle. Wells are portrayed many times as a source of hope of obtaining a dream, by being silent it crushes the dreams of all the people who depend on it. When dreams are crushed, people lose their personality and hope of life. The well in this quote can mean the death not of life but of hope, being silent lets the well decide that no longer will people hope and no longer will voices be heard.
The next metaphor, “the wells of silence,” directly compares “silence” to “wells.” Wells are water holes, abysses, sources of life, death and hope. In comparing “silence” to “wells,” Simon is saying that the silence is in an abyss vast with life and death. Life begins and death ends it. The “silence” can be considered as the angel of death from the book of Exodus or the grim reaper, taking away the souls of people, causing death. When life keeps flourishing the angel of death will always be there to trim earth’s over abundance. The “well” is the planet earth, where life begins, sometimes wells are the main source of water to people which keeps them living here in earth, providing to the life cycle. Wells are portrayed many times as a source of hope of obtaining a dream, by being silent it crushes the dreams of all the people who depend on it. When dreams are crushed, people lose their personality and hope of life. The well in this quote can mean the death not of life but of hope, being silent lets the well decide that no longer will people hope and no longer will voices be heard.
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles
Sergeant Pepper Term Paper
Jose Olivar
Recording Techniques Analysis
Mr. Bruning-Music Technology
Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band by the Beatles
Term Paper
Introduction
Introduction
Sergeant Pepper’s lonely heart band album is one of the greatest albums the
Beatles have. In every song they have, there is a story and a musical masterpiece behind
each track. There are two songs added to the album, they are Strawberry Fields Forever,
and Penny Lane
emphasize my understanding on the musical and historical analysis of each track in this
album.
2. Penny Lane
12. Lovely Rita
16. Conclusion
In listening to Strawberry Fields Forever one can notice that a Melotron is what
produces the flute sound. George Martin is the producer for this album; his background is
classical music/20th experimentalism. In hearing the song we hear a wobbly sound, to
produce that wobbly slow sound he put his thumb on the reel. They also slowed a guitar
track to achieve a slow sound. Ringo’s Drumming is simple throughout the song. There is
a measure of 2/4 then the refrain is in 6/8.The song lyrics are autobiographical for his
emotional state being raised similar to an orphan and the orphanage he was raised around
was in Liverpool . In the song we hear horns, plucked String of the surmandal (Indian
harp). When the Beatles went to India
and they tried to get into Transcendentalism. Towards the end there are sounds of
symbols in reverse (Reversed Drumming).
his lyrics about his life. There is no guitar in this track. There is also a Piccolo solo.
Ringo is being super simple in the beginning in playing his drums. There are concert
bells-chimes and controlled Sustained feedback. They also use a vibraphone and have a
Piano accompanying (Comping), and flutes echo the Piano.
In listening to Sgt. Peppers Lonely Heart Band Paul is on bass and lead vocals.
There are four brass horns (French horn quartet allowed the transition to a calmer style of
music rather than heavy rock). George Martin is playing the organ. Paul thought that if
they called themselves something else, it would allow them to be more unique. It was the
first time in music history that the direct injection box was used on his bass. Everything
in the album was done on four tracks.
With a Little Help from My Friends Opens with fans singing for Billy Shears who
is also Ringo Star. This track was written for Ringo Star and is also performed by him.
Many thought that the song has a drug referral. This song was actually the last song to be
composed for the album. In the song we can hear a piano, guitars, drums, and a cowbell,
with George Martin playing the organ.
In listening to Lucy in the Sky with Diamonds we hear A Hammond Organ using
a harpsichord patch. We also hear George Harrison using the Tamboura. This track is not
a description of an acid high it was an excuse of getting LSD into the title. There is also
an Indian Tamboura (guitar like instrument). John is the singer and is nasal singing. The
rotation Leslie speaker was used for the guitar.
In hearing Getting Better we can hear that Paul McCartney is lead vocalist for this
song and play the bass guitar. George Harrison does backing vocals, tamboura. Jimmy
Nickel inspired the song title. John and Paul co wrote the song. The guitar parts are
orchestrated in that both were playing different parts. Bongos are playing.
People accused them of a drug song. But it was about actually repairing a home in
She’s Leaving Home
This song is about a girl named Melanie Coe who ran away from home.
Musicians like the Beatles were getting blamed for Summer Love. Lead vocal, backing
vocal, string quartet, and a harp. Mike Leander did screen arrangement.
Being For the Benefit of Mr. Kite-
This song was written on behalf of a circus poster (Pablo Fanque’s Circus-1843).
There is a use of a Hammond Organ and a Wurlitzer Organ. They also use Calliope pipes
(Steam Organ) for sound effects. They cut the tapes of the steam organ and then put them
together in the places they fell. And finally there are drums.
Within You Without You-
In this song it features only one Beatle. George Harrison is on Sitar, Tamboura,
Dilruba (Indian Violin), Tabla (Small hand drums played with the fingertips),
Swordmandel (Indian Harp). There are three cellos, eight violins European instruments.
Indian players played from their memories and western musicians who played only by
music sheets. Sitar follows the vocal melody.
When I’m Sixty-Four-
The track was written in 1958, written also as a filler way before they were known
as the Beatles. It wasn’t recorded until 1967. Symphony Chimes are used.
Lovely Rita
An American friend to the Beatles made a comment on how cute a British meter
maid was. The song was about asking a meter maid off for some tea. There is a Comb
and Paper used for Kazoo sound. There is also beat boxing. George Martin on piano and
there is a reverb.
In hearing Good Morning Good Morning we hear that the Beatles made the horn
section sound dirty by jamming mikes into the trumpets bells, and trombones. The Song
was about the daily life of having nothing to do. The sound ends with many types of
animal sounds to signify the animal hierarchy.
There is a guitar solo in the beginning, which morphs from a chicken sound. This
song is very hardcore.
For A Day in the Life Lennon writes about the daily living. The song was inspired
about an article in the newspaper about holes in Blackburn . It was made a song out of two
lines from a newspaper. Martin Bering’s in the 164-piece orchestra, who had to follow
standard instructions to have the effect the Beatles producer was looking for.
Conclusion
In conclusion, the album Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band is a jam-
packed album that the Beatles created. Each and every track they have in the album has a
story behind them. George Martin is the producer of this album and he has done a
marvelous job in creating a musically compacted masterpiece in each track. Sergeant
Pepper’s Lonely Heart Club Band truly is a remarkable album.
Works Cited
1. Robert Fontenot, The history of this classic Beatles song,
http://oldies.about.com/od/thebeatlessongs/The_Beatles_Songs.htm
~kprayb01/1920s.html.
2. Mr. Bruning’s analysis class lecture.
3. americansongwriter, Sgt. Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band,
http://www.americansongwriter.com/2009/08/sgt-peppers-lonely-hearts-club-band/
War
Left alone, realizing, too late.
http://www.box.net/shared/05xc0muogq
My protools experimental song is a song about the terror of war. The sounds that my song is made of consist of wav files fromfreesounds.org. I also recorded a few tracks using the microphone. Once I auditioned all the sounds from freesounds.org. I then placed the sounds that made the audition into separate tracks. After, I organized each track, to fit the concept I was aiming for. I altered the sounds of the tracks by adjusting volume, and frequency range. I also with the help of Mr. Bruning fixed the track I recorded, by editing the frequency and volume normalizing the range. All of these adjustments allowed me to add a better flow for my vision. The result is my song about a child who is stranded during a war. This song was made to emphasize how war can affect a person.
sources
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My protools experimental song is a song about the terror of war. The sounds that my song is made of consist of wav files fromfreesounds.org. I also recorded a few tracks using the microphone. Once I auditioned all the sounds from freesounds.org. I then placed the sounds that made the audition into separate tracks. After, I organized each track, to fit the concept I was aiming for. I altered the sounds of the tracks by adjusting volume, and frequency range. I also with the help of Mr. Bruning fixed the track I recorded, by editing the frequency and volume normalizing the range. All of these adjustments allowed me to add a better flow for my vision. The result is my song about a child who is stranded during a war. This song was made to emphasize how war can affect a person.
sources
http://www.freesound.org/
http://www.freesound.org/
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http://www.flickr.com/photos/sw23ct/4129894091/ image
That boy is a monster
Lady Gaga’s new music video Telephone, an explosion of pussy galore, Chicago the musical gone wrong, Quentin Tarantino on meds, effects of acid filled skittles, Julia Child gone insane, BET gone retro, "we did it honey bee"... come on girl. This bitch even looks like Madonna towards the end.
Cute video though, maybe a little too cutesy?
and what was the purpose for all the compilations of randomized 21st century allegories.
I expected Lady Gaga to be more novel. She should give her fans a piece of her, not of propaganda for her accessories.
I hope the fame and money wasn't too much to handle...
Such a disappointment!
I still think your fierce though...
This video is way better...
http://www.youtube.com/wat
Cute video though, maybe a little too cutesy?
and what was the purpose for all the compilations of randomized 21st century allegories.
I expected Lady Gaga to be more novel. She should give her fans a piece of her, not of propaganda for her accessories.
I hope the fame and money wasn't too much to handle...
Such a disappointment!
I still think your fierce though...
This video is way better...
http://www.youtube.com/wat
If I were Beyonce, I'd think twice before working with Ms. Gaga.
Just saying.
I am Jose
I am Jose,
stranded in a planet of perplexities,
absorbed in the revolution of a
postmodern society,
influenced by the carefree,
shaped by standards,
restrained by social stratification,
and changed by liberal culture.
My ancestors
have lost respect for who they are
and have gained
a personality defined by their culture.
And now!
It is my turn to choose
between
the freedom of
self affirmation,
regardless of society’s criticism,
or
to live in the grip
of ancient, cultural, and
religious standards,
bareness of the individual
and an accepted public image…
I shrug my head down in shame
as I see the alternations
of my character
evoke ideas of superficiality,
everyone’s eyes on me.
I am Jose.
I must not fall
and accept this reality
for me, and I
must affirm on my own
who I am.
A strand of my personality
could not be altered by the ideals of Hispanic conservative cultures.
I have surpassed their limits,
and I lived.
A strand of my character
has been liberated from
the idea that being gay was wrong.
I have reached acceptance,
and I am happy!
I have lived the beliefs
I have set.
I have satisfied my right to
be free.
I have existed.
in the streets of Los Angeles
in the hindrance of acceptance
in the eyes of my ancestors
in the hearts of my friends
and
in the blunt mouths of my peers.
And now I shed tears,
the smiles of the world vanquish my
worry.
Like the stars that fill the
night sky, each
will always stay shinning bright in the same place…
I am
And in all the country,
the world,
the galaxy,
the universe,
my name will forever ECHO.
Artist!
Performer!
Homosexual!
Heterosexual!
Bisexual!
Latino!
Hispanic!
Spanish!
or whatever I consider myself,
I look no different
` I feel no different
I fear
and
brave the same.
I am the product of my culture, and society and
I refuse to be denied.
I am Jose.
The skeptics are large
but my soul is fierce,
my belief static,
my heart is genuine.
I am Liberal artist and Latin American.
I SHALL STRIVE!
I WILL STRIVE!
stranded in a planet of perplexities,
absorbed in the revolution of a
postmodern society,
influenced by the carefree,
shaped by standards,
restrained by social stratification,
and changed by liberal culture.
My ancestors
have lost respect for who they are
and have gained
a personality defined by their culture.
And now!
It is my turn to choose
between
the freedom of
self affirmation,
regardless of society’s criticism,
or
to live in the grip
of ancient, cultural, and
religious standards,
bareness of the individual
and an accepted public image…
I shrug my head down in shame
as I see the alternations
of my character
evoke ideas of superficiality,
everyone’s eyes on me.
I am Jose.
I must not fall
and accept this reality
for me, and I
must affirm on my own
who I am.
A strand of my personality
could not be altered by the ideals of Hispanic conservative cultures.
I have surpassed their limits,
and I lived.
A strand of my character
has been liberated from
the idea that being gay was wrong.
I have reached acceptance,
and I am happy!
I have lived the beliefs
I have set.
I have satisfied my right to
be free.
I have existed.
in the streets of Los Angeles
in the hindrance of acceptance
in the eyes of my ancestors
in the hearts of my friends
and
in the blunt mouths of my peers.
And now I shed tears,
the smiles of the world vanquish my
worry.
Like the stars that fill the
night sky, each
will always stay shinning bright in the same place…
I am
And in all the country,
the world,
the galaxy,
the universe,
my name will forever ECHO.
Artist!
Performer!
Homosexual!
Heterosexual!
Bisexual!
Latino!
Hispanic!
Spanish!
or whatever I consider myself,
I look no different
` I feel no different
I fear
and
brave the same.
I am the product of my culture, and society and
I refuse to be denied.
I am Jose.
The skeptics are large
but my soul is fierce,
my belief static,
my heart is genuine.
I am Liberal artist and Latin American.
I SHALL STRIVE!
I WILL STRIVE!
I'm a drama queen get used to it.
The name's Jose Olivar, I'm a performing artist, I act therefore I am. I enjoy reading and analyzing poetry, fiction, non fiction, films, etc. It's my guilty pleasure to understand how the world works and why it does what it does, meaning that controversy and bold criticism is what churns my butter, literally.
According to my good friend Victor, I am a submissive bottom that acts like a lipstick lesbian.
I don't know, you tell me.
I like penis and vagina, deal with it bitch I’m a bisexual.
Creative writing, something I do as a habit.
Enjoy.
According to my good friend Victor, I am a submissive bottom that acts like a lipstick lesbian.
I don't know, you tell me.
I like penis and vagina, deal with it bitch I’m a bisexual.
Creative writing, something I do as a habit.
Enjoy.
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