Guys, it's Valentine's Day. Let's hypothetically say you forgot to get your special girl a gift (we all know that's not the case but play along). All the flowers shops are sold out, all the good restaurants are fully booked, so what are you going to do? Jump on iTunes and make her a killer playlist, that's what!
If you are not the kind of dude who willingly shares your feelings with your lady friend then a playlist is a perfect Valentine's gift. Why awkwardly mumble "I love you" when 'N Sync can do it so much better? A good playlist is basically a love letter to your honey. When you are putting together a playlist remember, there are basically two kinds of songs. There are songs about being in love and songs about breaking up. With 50% of all recorded music as an option here is how to narrow down your playlist.
1) Don't go for the obvious. "My Girl" is a great song, and you may feel that about your significant other, but remember, ladies love a little mystery. 2) Stick to the theme. You need at least a couple songs that are blatantly about love or else your playlist will become just another mix. 3) Keep it fun. Ladies love to laugh so don't load up your playlist with a bunch of sappy Morrissey tunes. Keep it fun and throw in songs that remind your girl that you can be spontaneous. 4) Don't record your own messages over the songs. Seriously, don't. Even if there is a long instrumental don't zap the mood by recording some cheesy generic "I love you" statement over the music. 5) Don't fear Phil. I don't care if you are a hardcore power metal couple. She's got two ears and a heart, right? 6) Find a closer. At the end of the day, Valentine's Day is about getting a little action so it's time to call in Mariano Rivera. Throw on some PBR'n'B and make it hot! 7) Give your playlist a killer name. "Luvfest '13 XOXO" is already taken so get that red Sharpie out and come up with something creative. This is first impression your playlist will make on your girl so at least draw a couple hearts on the CD-R.
Anyone who has tried to buy concert tickets knows just how much of a headache it can be. Signing up for presales and logging on ticketing websites at exactly 10 a.m., jockeying for position between fans. Fighting between publicist and scalpers for prime seats, fans often end up in the nosebleeds wondering if $50 and a boat load of Ticketmaster convenience fees were worth it. Well here is finally some good news when it comes to buying concert tickets.
Live Nation-owned Ticketmaster has launched a new digital ticket transfer system, which means ticket buyers can now, for free, transfer tickets to other people through the Ticketmaster website. This means it is easier to transfer your tickets to your friends and that purchased tickets could not be resold. That is potentially great news as new digital tickets could not be used for scalping. This doesn't solve all ticketing problems but it is nice to know that something is finally being done to make the experience better for fans.
Along with today's news Live Nation CEO Michael Rapino answers ticketing questions at the D: Dive Into Media conference. He acknowledges many fan frustrations and explains what Ticketmaster plans to do about it in the future.
Fat Tuesday, more like fat everyday. Am I right, am i right?
Listen, if you are looking to do some weekday partying to some local live music then the place to be tonight is Sabrosa. Check out the hardest working band in Grand Junction, Jack and Jill as they take the stage for Mardi Gras. Jack and Jill have played extensively around the area so you might be familiar with their work, but check this. Did you know that the band has a smartphone app? I know, incredible.
Celebrate you last chance to eat rich food, imbibe on your drink of choice, and generally make poor health decisions before you have to give it all up for Lent.
Sometimes I have to remind myself that I like music.
In a world where Maroon 5’s “Payphone,” a rotten, auto tuned, steaming pile of pop, can get nominated for a Grammy Award, I have to take a deep breath and remember that it will all be OK.
Even when it feels like I’m slowly suffocating under the genius lyric poetry of Adam Lavine, as he so eloquently captures life in 2013 by describing his use of a pay phone, I mustn’t try to get too worked up.
“I do like music. I do like music. I do like music.” It’s the meditative mantra I must repeat to transform myself into a calm, appreciative soul and not a raging Hulk monster. “Goe no call you maybe, no even from pay phone!”
Straight from the Grammy website: The awards are “to honor artistic achievement, technical proficiency, and overall excellence in the recording industry, without regard to album sales or chart position.” And in related news: “The Twilight Saga: Breaking Dawn — Part 1” was a good movie because it won an MTV Movie Award.
The Grammys are supposed to be music’s biggest night. Instead, LMAFO will be there. The only “artistic achievement” those fools have given us is the Side Show Bob hair cut/plastic frame, no lens look.
The entire ceremony feels like a hollow shell. I should be excited about the live performances, but every time I tune in I get the distinct sense the whole night was created as an excuse to get a bunch of agalmatophiliacs in one room, drooling over each other to win a meaningless award on national TV.
Take a generic electronic house beat, throw some rap/sung lyrics about partying and drinking champagne on top and have a guest female vocalist sing the chorus and you’ve virtually created every chart topping Flo Rida song recorded since 2008.
I’d really like to know what makes “Wild Ones” so overly excellent and deserving of a nomination. Surely it can’t be because the album of the same name was certified platinum three times over? Nah. After all, album sales have nothing to do with it.
If the state of American culture lies within the lyrics of “Young, Wild & Free,” then I’d say our nation has some snacking to do. The entire Wiz Khalifa/Snoop Dogg joint, up for Best Rap Song, is an incredibly catchy ode to boozing and blazing a fat blunt. If the Grammys legitimizes this tune as a true work of artistic merit, then I say we make it the state song of Colorado. The lyrics are representative of our state’s chosen lifestyle, and, let’s not forget that “Rocky Mountain High” never got any love from the Recording Academy.
The Recording Academy claims to be this high-thinking, non-partial authority canonizing “America’s great cultural legacy” for generations to come. I’m sorry, but they lost credibility as a legitimate voice with musicians and fans when Al Walser got a Best Dance Recording nomination.
Who is Al Walser? Good question.
In a land of dance giants such as Avicii and Skrillex, Walser is a key-tar playing gnat. I honestly can’t tell if his song “I Can’t Live Without You” is a serious effort or if it is an annoying joke parody of dance music. One listen is enough to make you wish you were deaf.
Walser is a cheesy, soulless male version of Rebecca Black, only less talented.
A Walser win would be proof beyond a reasonable doubt that the Grammys are music’s biggest fraud.
Deep breath, “I do like music. I do like music. I do like music.”