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I won't irritate anyone with holy day rhetoric, but I do come bearing a gift. Because I love game music, I love Soundtrack Central and I smell awesome. Admit it, I do.
After Itagaki leveling Tecmo with his Greater Justice Fist, my primary concern was the fate of Project Zero. Not necessarily because of the Fatal Frame series (I think a sequel was just announced), but (predictably) because I want to see a current-gen Deception game.
This here's a BGM rip I made recently for TRAPT/Kagero 2: Dark Illusion. The composers at Project Zero are in top form with this soundtrack and I think everyone should give it a listen if that's yer thing.
Sorry to anyone who has an issue with the file-sharing service or 7zipped archives. I hope this at least gets the file spread around.
Happy snow-snow time, peoples.
Good to see you're still up and at 'em too, DK.
Sorry to disappoint, but I listened to The Last Sucker twice before writing off Ministry completely. Things had been going steadily downhill since Animositisomina and I knew that Mr. Jourgensen had become too much of a grandpa to start putting out stuff like The Mind is a Terrible Thing To Taste (Ministry's best work, IMHO) again. Besides, albums about Bush are going to show their age pretty quickly in the coming years and I don't think I'll be wanting to hear any more about it.
Sorry for the minor threadjacking. Still alive, tho.
This happens with my dad a lot. He'll be watching say, House, and suddenly jump up in notice of a song covering an episode-ending montage and jump onto the official site to find out what song it was. I guess with the Top 40 homogeny of most radio networks these days, people are expanding their horizons in other ways. But then where do the people adding music to programs and commercials get their taste from? I bet this is one of those enigmas that boils down to Some Guy Named Steve in London, or something.
It's more like Some Guy Named Steve in Hollywood or NYC. These are just co-producers who are bombarded with band members trying to network their demo up so that they can get a little hype on a TV show. If "Steve" likes it or feels it fits with the project, you're in.
I went to a seminar with girlfriend-at-the-time who had classical musical training and the only worthwhile advice the panel could give was: "Court the tv people. They'll get you exposure."
One would assume that it's because the record industry is tanking, but it's always been shrewd practice for a band or artist to tag onto as many household-name TV and movie soundtrack projects as possible. Even to a point where they'd re-release a 5-year-old song to make it onto a compilation.
All I'll say is "thou shalt not murder" has been understood from day 1 to the present as ONLY human-to-human.
Actually, it was only meant to be from one Judahite to the other. Killing outsiders of the tribe/kingdom was perfectly legit according to Torahic law.
When the first plane hit, I was sitting in an art classroom and my professor was late. This was at LaGuardia Community College, which is almost right across the river from Manhattan. He came in and told the students about the attack and I remember going pale. Of course, everyone was dismissed and people throughout the building were freaking out, trying to get to a phone when their cells weren't working, relatives of WTC workers bawling... I remember it pretty vividly. Students huddled around televisions, sympathy hugs and all that. I was still a smoker back then and gave out my whole pack one-by-one to whomever asked. Saved the last two for myself and decided to suck it up, go outside and take a look for myself.
I walked the crowded bridge near the school and saw the towers, both decimated, but still standing. I was just stuck in a surreal numbness. Surveying the crowd reactions. Some people were shocked. Others laughed in jaded fashion. It was crazy. Then the first tower went down and the gravity of the whole situation just crushed me. Something told me the second one was going down and I didn't want to stay and watch.
All mass transit was halted, so I lit up and decided to start my 3 1/2 hour walk home. I remember just staring at all the buildings around me, feeling like everything in the city was made of paper. It felt like it could all come down with the breeze. It was the beginning of a pretty devastating depression that lasted a few months.
Later I found out that a friend of mine had just dropped off her best friend at the Towers before they went down. She dealt with some mean survival guilt and she hasn't been the same since.
Yeah, I probably posted this before, but it's probably the historical event I tell kids about when I'm old and liver-spotty. I gained alot of perspective on the human condition that day. Serves me good to remember, no?