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Samples of loop compositions. Each to be used as underscore for verbal narrative
(Spoken word/lyric/singing/story). All are "stolen" samples chopped into loops and re-
organized to fit western pop musical forms specifically designed for "airplay success"!
- Track 1:
Using 3 sources, Sufi music, Nordic roots music and African percussion, the composition
imposed a forced western pop music "structure" to non-western/world/ethnic music
forms.
Structure:
Intro/Outro: Awkward blend of all three forms.
Verse: Sufi
Chorus: Nordic
Bridge: African
Form:
Intro/Verse/Chorus/Verse/Chorus/Bridge/Verse/Chorus/Outro
Narrative:
The obvious theme here is that of the "melting pot". Diversity is attained through
conformity to western structure. The forced and awkward blending of sounds that do not
fit into this western structure should make the point of this narrative self-evident.
Melting Pot
Melting down in the melting pot
To the beat of the industrial machine
Order-Structure- minimum wage
The world I know has melted away
Replaced and repeating day after day
In seven-eight time
Five beats on
Two beats rest
Caught in a loop
The world I know has melted away
Replaced and repeating day after day
Track 2:
Same idea as the first only
this forced structure is taken from a singular cultural source
(Haitian Vodou—but not the
same song). This example emulates the structure of the
Rolling Stones "Jumping
Jack Rash" The Narrative is based on reports from the early
90's ofVodou magicians
accosting American tourists.
Voodoo Pick Pockets Have
Stolen My Penis
I was on Nigerian holiday
But it soon became a tragedy
Now it's all gone
And I ain't been the same
Now it's long gone
Voodoo Pick Pockets Have Stolen
My Penis
It seems so long ago
Since I was sold
On black market in Lagos
Now it's all gone
And I ain't been the same
Now it's long gone
Voodoo Pick Pockets Have
Stolen My Penis
I was on Nigerian holiday
But it soon became a tragedy
My honeymoon was laid to
waste
There are some things
American Express can't
replace
Now it's all gone
And 1 ain't been the same
Now it's long gone
Voodoo Pick Pockets Have
Stolen My Penis
Track 3:
(No music constructed yet.)
Same as sample 2 only this one will take aboriginal music as
its source. The narrative
will discuss the "Jerungdu Ritual" (as outlined in the last
meeting) and will be adapted to "Carry on Oh Wayward Son" (an ironic structure for the
Jerungdu Ritual)!
The Jerungdu Ritual
Can you help me? I'm not a bum don't worry
We live in a world without trust
I remember when I lost my faith
Two days after we left Papua New Guinea
The musty hut smelled like cigars and dirty hamster cages
Dad the Anthropologist hoped the tribesmen would consider me a man
Then he gave me Mother's Prozac
I was only twelve years old
The drums were pounding my heart was racing
Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering
The men were cheering the boys were screaming
How long can this go on?
I'm a victim of cultural relativism
No vines were needed to tie my hands behind my back
Surrounded by the pricks protruding
Like the spikes of an Iron Maiden
Like a little league game Father filmed this rite of passage
Now you can still see it on National Geographic
How long can this go on?
It stripped away my innocence
The drums were pounding my heart was racing
Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering
The men were cheering the boys were screaming
How long can this go on?
Feeling that my head would soon be impaled
I wrapped my tiny hands around the vessel
Then I felt the surge of power
That would soon be mine
Opened my mouth to speak and received wisdom
Opened my throat to taste the salt in my wounds
Still a bitter taste today
After all this time
And the drums are still pounding
As I pry my living
Between the pockets of old me
Can you please spare some change?
The drums were pounding my heart was racing
Their eyes were flashing their mouths were jeering
The men were cheering the boys were screaming
How long can this go on?
Form to the Jerungdu Ritual
Intro:
Ax2
Bx2
Ax2
Bx2
Cxl
Verse:
Dx2
Exi
Dx2
Exi
Chorus:
Fx3
Gxl
Ax2
Verse
Chorus
Bridge 1:
Hx2
1x1
Hx2
1x1
Ax2
Bridge 2:
Jx2
Kxl
Chorus
Bx2
Bridge 3:
Lx4
Bx2
Cxl
Track 4:
Narrative: Set to Islamic Spiritual music loops... the conspiracy unveils!
What Goes Around Comes Around
GW has more in common with Bin Laden then with you or I
Both have daddies who are rich oilmen
You and I have more in common with the people of Afghanistan
Than with GW or Bin Laden.
Both have been bombed by a son-of-a-rich-oilman
Stamp out terrorism?
Stamp out the great Satan?
Or to divide and conquer YOU AND I?
AND THEM?
Who is us?
And who is them?
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