Guest post on Guardian Edinburgh about a competition being run by Ten Tracks in association with EIFF 2011 – can you make a music video in a month? Go on then! You might get it premiered at this year’s film festival…
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Links – Kid Canaveral and The Bridge Theatre Company
A couple of articles I have written lately:
Kid Canaveral interview for Guardian Edinburgh
Young theatre group from Croydon win £10,000 to help them bring their play to this year’s Fringe Festival on The Edinburgh Reporter
Meanwhile for anyone who is interested in more of my musical meanderings, on my personal blog I have embarked on the 30 Day Song Challenge.
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Let’s Get Lyrical #32 – Heat Magazine, and she loves Smash Hits
I can’t believe I forgot about this when I was talking about lyrics that tell a story – Kid Canaveral‘s first single, Smash Hits. It’s literally the lead singer telling an anecdote.
You met her at the 13th Note
She was there to see her brother’s band
I saw you try to chat her up
I even saw you try to take her hand
I just laughed to myself
Stood at the back and I had a drink
That’s when you staggered up,
Said “She’s fit but her music taste’s shite”
When I telt you it didn’t matter
You tell me
She likes the McFly
And you like Erase Errata
You saw her for a second time
You took her out to the UGC
You thought it would shut her up
The conversation turned musically
You’d called her an idiot
She showered you in her popcorn
“Stick it up your arse, I don’t care if you think my music taste’s shite!”
when I tell you it didn’t matter
You remind me that you like John Martyn
And she hearts Neil Sedaka
I don’t really know what to tell you about this song.
– It piqued my curiosity about Erase Errata, and I own their album Other Animals as a direct result. It’s alright.
– “Stick it up your arse, I don’t care if you think my music taste’s shite,” encapsulates the end result of countless arguments I have been involved in/witnessed over the years.
– I actually think that a degree of overlap in musical taste is a pretty useful thing in relationships – although it seems that this girl was nothing if not eclectic in her listening choices, so she might’ve been open to John Martyn and Erase Errata. If only the subject of the story had made her a mixtape, how different things might have been.
– Hand claps are an excellent addition to any song.
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Let’s Get Lyrical #14 – Vanilla Jedward
Obviously a stroll down 90s music memory lane would not be complete without a look at the track that launched Irish Eurovision hopefuls Jedward out of the X-Factor and into the megastardom of advertising whichever site it is they do. You know the ad, where one of them failed to compare holiday prices, ensuring howls of derisive laughter from Omid Djalili? Meh. Nevermind. The big haired twins were only a couple of months old when the big haired original version of Ice Ice Baby assaulted the charts in December 1990, but apparently it went in deep. Let us consider why the lyrics might have affected the halfwitted teenagers so.
Yo VIP let’s kick it
Is he talking to me? Wow, Vanilla Ice considers me a Very Important Person? That’s awesome! Who is he again?
Ice ice baby, ice ice baby
This is an almost subliminal message designed to remind us who is talking throughout the song. It also implies that he is cool. To be fair, this is something that you would need to be reminded of almost constantly, as it is not immediately apparent from looking.
All right stop! Collaborate and listen
I imagine this was him inadvertently foreshadowing Big Society. You can totally imagine Cameron listening to him back in his early twenties and being like yeah! A white rapper! All the coolness of rap, none of the danger!
Ice is back with my brand new invention
At no point does he explain what this invention is. He can’t be claiming to have come up with the concept of ice, after all. Or can he..?
Something grabs a hold of me tightly
Again, he doesn’t really explain what this is. Rhythm? Hookers? A sense of impending doom?
Flow like a harpoon daily and nightly
Anyone ever seen a harpoon ‘flow’? Or do you think of it as more of a liquid adjective? I suppose we will just have to allow him use of poetic license… But daily and nightly? Surely it’s reckless and dangerous to use a harpoon at night, particularly a flowing one? Someone should take him to one side and have a word.
Will it ever stop yo I don’t know
Turn off the lights and I’ll glow
Four years on, Ice keeps the memory of Chernobyl alive.
To the extreme I rock a mic like a vandal
The Germanic tribe responsible for the sack of Rome? My gosh, this man knows his politics and his history! It just goes to show that looks can be deceiving. No wonder Jedward want to continue his great work.
Light up a stage and wax a chump like a candle
He sets the stage on fire and then kills a chump, much as he would extinguish a candle. I can’t help thinking that’s a little off-message.
Dance go rush to the speaker that booms
I feel I should point out to tha kidz at this point that standing right by the speakers at a gig results in tinnitus-like symptoms for days afterward.
I’m killing your brain like a poisonous mushroom
Why would you do that, Ice? Why?!
Deadly when I play a dope melody
I can’t believe he’s suddenly deciding to use his amazing musical talent for death and destruction. *Re-evaluates world view*
Anything less than the best is a felony
Try telling that to Louis Walsh. Please.
Love it or leave it you better gain weight
What? But fat people are constantly victimised on TV, because people are afraid they won’t leave enough cake for the rest of us…
You better hit bull’s eye the kid don’t play
We have to learn how to play darts now?
If there was a problem yo I’ll solve it
There wasn’t until you started throwing out all this conflicting advice! Now I don’t know what to think…
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it
Presumably this is a fishing reference of some kind. I’ve heard it said that Ice is a keen angler.
Ice ice baby vanilla, Ice ice baby vanilla, Ice ice baby vanilla, Ice ice baby vanilla.
Perhaps not the most anthemic chorus ever. But it gets the point across. Well, it doesn’t. But if there were a point, it would.
Now that the party is jumping
With the bass kicked in and the vegas are pumpin’
True. By the time this song comes on the party needs to be pumping, because otherwise people will stand around awkwardly going “uh? Is this a retro party? Nobody told me…” Stick it on around 1am, however, and the crowd will be like, “ahmagahd amazing!”
Quick to the point to the point no faking
He is a truthful sort of fellow..
I’m cooking MC’s like a pound of bacon
Not literally, you understand. Cooking MC’s isn’t the rap equivalent of smashing up your guitar after a rock gig.
Burning them if you ain’t quick and nimble
… No. I’m positive there’s no literal fire involved.
I go crazy when I hear a cymbal
Well, who doesn’t?
And a hi-hat with a souped up tempo
Yeah, relating to tha people with all this cymbal chat dude. It’ll be a sizzle cymbal next…
I’m on a roll and it’s time to go solo
Weren’t you a solo act to start off with? Surely nobody else could measure up to your level of coolness.
Rollin’ in my 5.0
With my rag-top down so my hair can blow
Come on now, with hair as carefully styled as yours that is just asking for trouble. The paps will have a field day! “Ice’s trademark do messed up by elements” shock!
The girlies on standby waving just to say hi
They should get jobs. Oh wait, there’s a recession on, they can’t.
Did you stop? No I just drove by
Hopefully yelling “SCRUBBERS!” all the while
Kept on pursuing to the next stop
I busted a left and I’m heading to the next block
This, of course, is what happened in the days before Satnav.
The block was dead
Yo so I continued to A1A Beachfront Avenue
Ah yes, that’s probably where I would have gone next too. Probably wouldn’t have put it in the song, though. People tend to glaze over when you give them details of your drive. Mainly because it’s DULL.
Girls were hot wearing less than bikinis
So… naked, then?
Rockman lovers driving Lamborghinis
A rockman is of course a man that rocks. And those who love these rockmen get to drive Lamborghinis. Clearly it pays to be an Aerosmith fan.
Jealous ’cause I’m out getting mine
Getting his what, you may ask, seeing as he shunned the ladies who wanted to get it on with him. Well, let’s be patient, I’m sure all will become clear.
Shay with a gauge and Vanilla with a nine
Do not be perturbed by the fact that Shay hasn’t been mentioned at all before now. This is because he is Ice’s badass ninja friend, who has just ninjed into the car bringing guns for all. OK, now you can be perturbed.
Reading for the chumps on the wall
Chumps can’t read, of course, so this is a vital piece of volunteering work Ice is performing for the local community. He has got out of his car and sat on the wall in order to do this.
The chumps acting ill because they’re so full of eight balls
Being illiterate, the magic 8 ball holds no allure for the average chump. Frightened and confused by the fact that every time they shake an 8 ball, a different tangle of letters appears, the chumps have eaten them to make it stop. Unsurprisingly, this made them unwell, hence they began ‘acting ill’.
Gunshots rang out like a bell
Meanwhile, back in the car, Shay got bored and decided to start something.
I grabbed my nine all I heard were shells, falling on the concrete real fast
Seashells, raining from the sky! A miracle!
Jumped in my car slammed on the gas
Hoping that the windscreen wouldn’t be destroyed by sea life falling from the sky – I’m not covered for that and Autoglass can be pricey.
Bumper to bumper the avenue’s packed
With hindsight, slamming on the gas may not have been the best course of action in this situation.
I’m trying to get away before the jackers jack
Not really sure he should be worrying about that. Given Beachfront Avenue is gridlocked due to the shell situation, car-jackers will have a pretty difficult task making a getaway.
Police on the scene you know what I mean
Well I think so. But by asking whether I know what you mean, you have implied there may be more to it than police investigating the aforementioned car jackers, gun crime and traffic obstructions.
They passed me up confronted all the dope fiends
Of course the police know Ice due to his volunteer work, so they passed him with a nod and had a go at some nearby dope fiends.
If there was a problem yo I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while my DJ revolves it – REPEAT CHORUS
Still not convinced.
Take heed ’cause I’m a lyrical poet
Listen! For these words are more than merely a throwaway novelty song. They are poetry.
Miami’s on the scene just in case you didn’t know it
CSI Miami has not yet been invented, so it’s up to Ice to put it on the map with his poems and that.
My town that created all the bass sound
ALL the bass sound? That seems a gross exaggeration.
Enough to shake and kick holes in the ground
You may think potholes are caused by bad weather, but in actuality they are almost exclusively down to the low frequency sounds emanating from Vanilla Ice and his beloved home town. Who woulda thunk it.
‘Cause my style’s like a chemical spill
Not content with implying that by night he glows like a radioactive Chernobyl victim, he also dressed and behaves in much the same manner as an accidental leaking of toxic sludge. But in a really cool way.
Feasible rhymes that you can vision and feel
Yep, thus far all of these rhymes have been totally feasible. You can prove anything with facts, Vanilla.
Conducted and formed, this is a hell of a concept
And I, Vanilla Ice, am the first person to conduct and form my rhymes. This is why they are feasible. Meanwhile other rappers just say whatever comes into their heads! Ridonkulous.
We make it hype and you want to step with this
Everyone wants to be in his gang right now because of all the hype. Long may it continue.
Shay plays on the fade slice like a ninja
Told you Shay was a ninja.
Cut like a razor blade so fast other DJs say damn
Shay is also a DJ, and a good one at that. He makes other DJs, like Dr Fox, say ‘damn!’, but pronouncing it ‘day-um!’
If my rhyme was a drug I’d sell it by the gram
Of course he knows in his heart this is nothing more than a dream. If lyrics could be converted into weights, they would surely be measured in cubic litres.
Keep my composure when it’s time to get loose
It’s important to remain calm, especially when letting one’s hair down. Getting overexcited can lead to all kinds of shenanigans.
Magnetized by the mic while I kick my juice
That used to happen at Kid Canaveral gigs a lot – the lead singer would accidentally kick his drink over during the set and we’d all watch with interest as the liquid crept closer to the wires, waiting to see whether or not he would be electrocuted. Vanilla has set a precedent.
If there was a problem yo I’ll solve it
Check out the hook while Shay revolves it
No longer will I refer to him simply as ‘DJ’. Shay’s true identity has been revealed and he is here to shtay.
Ice ice baby vanilla x 4
Yo man, let’s get out of here
After all, this has been going on for what feels like an interminable length of time.
Word to your mother.
At heart a polite young man, Vanilla would like if you pass on his respects to your mother.
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