Wednesday, January 17, 2007
[First Linkin Park, now Fort Minor.]
[First Linkin Park, now Fort Minor.]
You didn't hear me wrong.
I GOT FORT MINOR!!!
YAY!!!
Sounds childish, but it's my first ever "Parental Advisory" CD.
And my mother was there to buy it for me.
I'm going nuts. First Meteora. Then Hybrid Theory. Now The Rising Tied.
Mike is one motor mouth, man.
It's pretty fast but I can make out what he's saying most of the time. It's useless being fast if all you rap sounds slurred.
I picked this song because... erm. Because... er... because...
I can't really find a reason. I just like it. Too. Much.
And it's haunting. Holly Brook and Jonah Matranga's voices will haunt you in your sleep tonight.
This took me a really short time because it was so simple to make. It was really going back to the basics.
I've seen a photo of this painting called Albert's Son by Andrew Wyeth in my encyclopedia, and loved it ever since I was nine when I first came across it under the article "Painting". It's just so lonely and forlorn, the junior probably waiting for his dad and wondering when will he ever come back (I guess). Just like "Where'd You Go". He's probably singing that in his mind now.
I did some simple Photoshopping, fairly easy, nothing much, manipulated the channel mixer a little and added a slight touch with brushes and voila!
Talk about The Rising Tied. It's the best hip-hop/rap I've ever heard. It's not the kind of sexy-women-hard-sex-strip-me-fuck-me kinda rap, it's all about life, emotions, loneliness, misunderstanding, self-pride, even history.
First song I'll want people to listen is Where'd You Go. You're listening to it right now. Why? It's really well-written and it captures all the emotions raging inside a neglected woman left alone at home with a bunch of kids while her husband goes off to establish his career, not giving a damn about his wife and kids and all... at least, I interpret it this way. It's so touching, I can cry listening to it if I happen to think of my mother singing it when I go home at seven. Sitting alone on the sofa, wondering if I'm even coming home at all... waiting desperately for a phone call, a doorbell ringing... wishing I could teleport back home and straight into her arms... how I want to tell her I love her so much I don't ever want to leave her, just want to stay by her side forever until we both grow old and die...
Aww, fuck, I almost made myself cry typing all this.
Next song I'll make you listen is Petrified. Good thumping beats coupled with an I-don't-bloody-care-for-all-the-posers-in-the-world attitude. "Show me, homie"!
And then there's Kenji, a song Mike wrote about his grandfather's trials and hardships during World War II. Touching story. Includes excerpts of his father and grandmother talking. She sounds like a dear old lady.
Fuck the useless sex-and-women rappers who sound more like rapists. We got M.Shinoda.
[fangying] [11:00 PM]
