"The Virtual Choir project began as a simple experiment in social media, but it seems to have grown into something much bigger than I ever dreamed possible. The latest video has gone ‘viral’, and the video looks like it’s well on its way to 700,000 views, maybe more."
- Composer, Eric Whitacre
All of the singers uploaded videos of themselves singing different parts of the song to YouTube, following the lead of composer and conductor Eric Whitacre.
Half of my peer group saw NKOTB over the weekend in Boston.
I was like, "WTF?" So, I am here listening to the new tunes. Not. half. bad. I was a Jordan Knight Fan in elementary school. Mr. MM saw them in concert back then. He just shakes his head at this video. Heh heh.
I'm not a music reviewer, so I don't really have much to say regarding concerts. (I can, however tell you about protein bars and things like that.) I just like music. I am not very picky about genres. And to tell you something very honestly? I used to not even 'like' country music, (I know, right?) Now, it's up there in my faves, right next to HARD CORE GANGSTA RAP. /sarcasm
Although, I have to admit to you (and this is so not at all related, but I have had too much coffee) on the way to the concert last night, an old school Eminem song came on in the car. Here I am, swapping from CAT-COUNTRY, 98.1, the big country station up here in Boston, to a Pop station, because on the Cape, nothing. comes. in, and I hear Emimem. I KNEW EVERY FREAKING WORD OF THIS SONG.
(Singing it right now. Are you?)
Here's the thing - I do not like big crowds - unless everyone is having fun, but not the really pukey drunk kind of fun, I like the middle of the road type of fun. I don't think I could handle an all-day Country-Fest, even if I thought I wanted to go. I would probably die. But, I could, take a couple hours of it, and two beers. That's it.
Last night, even if I wanted to get up and BOOGIE to What The Cowgirls Do, I would have been slapped. We were surrounded by half of the The Northeast's Nursing Home, and I Am Not Kidding About That, and I am trying hard not to joke. I love me some white hairs, and I am fully aware of the fact that I am well on my own way to dementia, but... when did we get so, old?
I love Vince Gill. I could listen to him tell stories, sing, and tell me how to cook mac and cheese. It's all good. And, even though I got in trouble (everybody did, including a woman near me that swore that she "WASN'T TAKING ANY PICTURES WITH A FLASH!!! while she held up a hugantic Nikon) for taking photos of him that I just posted to the interwebs, it was a fun take. (And, he was in pain, the man is having surgery this week for a bum knee, he was struggling.)
PS. The video will be up in a minute, it keeps timing out on YouTube. Three times now. Now, I am singing Eminem MASHED UP with VINCE GILL! WOW.