One of the most creative video ever made
This music video was shot for Sour’s ‘Hibi no Neiro’ (Tone of everyday) from their first mini album ‘Water Flavor EP’. The cast were selected from the actual Sour fan base, from many countries around the world. Each person and scene was filmed purely via webcam.
Director: Magico Nakamura + Masayoshi Nakamura+ Masashi Kawamura + Hal Kirkland
SOUR official site: sour-web.com
Or esteemed FabulousFre@k did a small expose on how miraculously melodic it can be for vegetables to sub in for normal musical instruments.
Below are two exemplary samples of how anything can be utilized to create a harmonic and striking song. Consider, while listening, that upon recording the sound bites for these pieces, how the artists had to compose these pieces and fit them together in their head, meshing claps and taps into something brilliant without sheet music, most probably.
The former is so powerfully neurotic and soulful, it’s difficult to not be entranced by it and watch it several times, if for no other reason than to absorb everything that and every personality the artist generates to craft the piece.
The latter is simply so sweet and sensible, and amazing when you consider all that he utilizes to compose the song, it’s hard not to be charmed by it.
If you enjoyed these, by all means check out CharlieIsSoCoolLike and Theatricool on their youtube home pages. Both have savory and amusing work to offer.
Looking for your new wallpaper?
WALLBASE is one of the best place to search for it, thousands filtered by keywords or color.
FreeRice is a smart way to help the poor and improve yourself at the same time; just select the vocabulary, the subject, and you’ll be ready to challenge it. All you have to do is to click on the right definition of a word taken from that vocabulary, each answer you get right, the website will give 10 grains of rice to the United Nation World Food Program.
Here you can see a video that proves where the rice goes
Begin to learn and improve!
FreePoverty tests your knowledge about the world and give 10 cups of water each right answer.
Free Flour has the same concept, donating spoons of flour.
Unfortunately the lack of sponsors for the website doesn’t let anymore to make the flour donations.
Through the Hunger Site you’d be able to give and support several cause just by clicking daily on the top button, and all the sponsor money of that click will go to charity about that subject;
from Hunger, to Breast Cancer, to Rainforest, Animal Rescue, Literacy and Child Health.
I won’t go too deep into the history behind this internet phenomenon, if it grabs you by the neck hard enough, you’ll look it up yourself. I will say, however, that if you don’t know about the Dancing Inmates of CPDRC, prepare yourself.
The most difficult aspect of the penitentiary process is rehabilitation. Altering the negative and destructive thought patterns and habits of inmates to that of productive, amiable ones that will benefit society as a whole. Like the scurf of crime and violence seen in “A Clockwork Orange”, the Philippines faces some of the most abundantly overfilled maximum security prisons, and up until recently, their rehabilitation programs, like most of the world, were not bringing much success.
Cue Byron Garcia, head warden as maximum security penitentiary of the Philippines, who conceived of a new and revolutionary method of rehabilitating inmates.
Unlike “A Clockwork Orange”, however, no loss of free will. No random vomiting.
Essentially he has the inmates dance. Formation, choreographed dances in mass. That’s it really. There’s a massive personal back story about a Queen song and a three time life sentenced inmate, but to appreciate that, we need to see some of that neon orange pantalooned dancing magic.
The “Thriller” video was the first I saw, and a classic to many.
Their most recent addition, joined by MJ’s choreographer as well as dance team. Either Byron or the inmates are big MJ fans.
Now that you’ve garnered a flavor for this jolly virus, go ahead and check out more vids off of Byron’s youtube profile, which can be found on the side bar of the Thriller video.
In case you were dieing to get the full back story, here is a video that explains is, as well as a rendition of “Greased Lightning”.
Have you ever thought how a carrot would sound?
What if you discover that a cucumber is a playable instrument?
Explore, experiment out of these boundaries, with a daily dose of vitamin indeed!
This is the Vienna Vegetable Orchestra!
The Vegetable Orchestra performs music solely on instruments made of vegetables. Using carrot flutes, pumpkin basses, leek violins, leek-zucchini-vibrators, cucumberophones and celery bongos, the orchestra creates its own extraordinary and vegetable sound universe. The ensemble overcomes preserved and marinated sound conceptions or tirelessly re-stewed listening habits, putting its focus on expanding the variety of vegetable instruments, developing novel musical ideas and exploring fresh vegetable sound gardens.
The last day of my Film as Literature course, the class hunkered in for the final feature, the cinematic farewell to our time in London. Bleary eyed, nursing strong cups of coffee or tea and digging into our jacket potatoes we let the light spilling from the projector onto the pull down screen wash over us as the opening credits to “L’auberg espagnole” began.
This film is a horse of a different colour. If you have never studied abroad or spent a considerable amount of time in another country, you will never connect with it; and if you have you will feel this movie delicately finger the heart-strings of your very soul.
Results may vary, of course, but the point is that this film captures the rebirth one experiences when they are entirely removed from everything they know and thrown head first into a world both alien and intriguing, crashing through at remarkable speeds and resurfacing as something entirely different while still being the exact same person.
Our instructor elected to screen the film at the end of our stay, and rightfully so. Would we have seen it the first week we had been in London, the subtle emotional undertones would’ve completely passed us by, leaving us with only the surface figments to entertain us.
If you have not seen this film and have spent time abroad, watch it. I can promise you will not regret it.
If you haven’t done either of these things, do yourself and your life the favor it needs.
Study abroad– and then watch this film.
Should you need more convincing, here’s my favorite scene from the movie.
If you want to be absolutely surprised by this film, don’t watch the vid below and just rent it for godssakes.
As the title says, Atlas Obscura is a compendium of the world’s wonders, curiosities and esoterica.
If you are planning a trip, be sure to check the lists of wonders related to that place, it’s totally free, and you can add your own favourite curious spot to the atlas.
Picking up a particular place or surf through this amazing site with the help of categories ; one of my favourite is the Natural Wonders theme, freakin’ amazing.
NETWORK (1976) | wiki info
You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here, you’re beginning to believe that the tube is reality and your own lives are unreal. You do. Why, whatever the tube tells you: you dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even think like the tube. This is mass madness, you maniacs. In God’s name, you people are the real thing, WE are the illusion.
I don’t have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It’s a depression. Everybody’s out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel’s work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there’s nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there’s no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV’s while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that’s the way it’s supposed to be. We know things are bad – worse than bad. They’re crazy. It’s like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don’t go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, ‘Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won’t say anything. Just leave us alone.’ Well, I’m not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don’t want you to protest. I don’t want you to riot – I don’t want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn’t know what to tell you to write. I don’t know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you’ve got to get mad.
But, man, you’re never going to get any truth from us. We’ll tell you anything you want to hear; we lie like hell. We’ll tell you that, uh, Kojak always gets the killer, or that nobody ever gets cancer at Archie Bunker’s house, and no matter how much trouble the hero is in, don’t worry, just look at your watch; at the end of the hour he’s going to win. We’ll tell you any shit you want to hear. We deal in *illusions*, man! None of it is true! But you people sit there, day after day, night after night, all ages, colors, creeds… We’re all you know. You’re beginning to believe the illusions we’re spinning here. You’re beginning to think that the tube is reality, and that your own lives are unreal. You do whatever the tube tells you! You dress like the tube, you eat like the tube, you raise your children like the tube, you even *think* like the tube! This is mass madness, you maniacs! In God’s name, you people are the real thing! *WE* are the illusion! So turn off your television sets. Turn them off now. Turn them off right now. Turn them off and leave them off! Turn them off right in the middle of the sentence I’m speaking to you now! TURN THEM OFF…
You have meddled with the primal forces of nature, Mr. Beale, and I won’t have it!! Is that clear?! You think you’ve merely stopped a business deal. That is not the case. The Arabs have taken billions of dollars out of this country, and now they must put it back! It is ebb and flow, tidal gravity! It is ecological balance! You are an old man who thinks in terms of nations and peoples. There are no nations. There are no peoples. There are no Russians. There are no Arabs. There are no third worlds. There is no West. There is only one holistic system of systems, one vast and immane, interwoven, interacting, multivariate, multi-national dominion of dollars. Petro-dollars, electro-dollars, multi-dollars, Reichsmark, Yen, Rubles, Pounds, and Shekels. It is the international system of currency which determines the totality of life on this planet. That is the natural order of things today. That is the atomic and subatomic and galactic structure of things today! And YOU have meddled with the primal forces of nature, and YOU WILL ATONE! Am I getting through to you, Mr. Beale? You get up on your little twenty-one inch screen and howl about America and democracy. There is no America. There is no democracy. There is only IBM and ITT and AT&T and DuPont, Dow, Union Carbide, and Exxon. Those are the nations of the world today. What do you think the Russians talk about in their councils of state — Karl Marx? They get out their linear programming charts, statistical decision theories, minimax solutions, and compute the price-cost probabilities of their transactions and investments, just like we do. We no longer live in a world of nations and ideologies, Mr. Beale. The world is a college of corporations, inexorably determined by the immutable bylaws of business. The world is a business, Mr. Beale. It has been since man crawled out of the slime. And our children will live, Mr. Beale, to see that perfect world in which there’s no war or famine, oppression or brutality — one vast and ecumenical holding company, for whom all men will work to serve a common profit, in which all men will hold a share of stock, all necessities provided, all anxieties tranquilized, all boredom amused.
