isn’t that what you said what you thought this song meant?
Luke and I were looking at Hieronymus Bosch’s painting The Garden of Earthly Delights and discovered, much to our amusement, music written upon the posterior of one of the many tortured denizens of the rightmost panel of the painting which is intended to represent Hell. I decided to transcribe it into modern notation, assuming the second line of the staff is C, as is common for chants of this era.
so yes this is LITERALLY the 600-years-old butt song from hell
"Lust is further said to be symbolised by the gigantic musical instruments and by the choral singers in the left foreground of the panel. Musical instruments often carried erotic connotations in works of art of the period, and lust was referred to in moralising sources as the "music of the flesh". There has also been the view that Bosch’s use of music here might be a rebuke against traveling minstrels, often thought of as purveyors of bawdy song and verse."
So my mom told me to record a song for her. She didn’t give specific instructions like what kind of song and she didn’t tell me not to fool around while singing, so there.. now’s my chance to do some impressions
My dad’s GPS
EVERYONE STOP AND LISTEN TO THE PERFECT POST
holy fucking perfect!
It’s back. I waited so long.
Frank Sinatra didn’t cry for friends Humphrey Bogart or Joe Kennedy but he cried for Billie Holiday. Sinatra visited Holiday on her deathbed in a run down New York facility, ‘Harlem Metropolitan Hospital.’ Holiday was dying of cirrhosis and she was dying from heroin…Three cops were stationed outside of her hospital door. A beautician was inside doing her hair and nails and she was smoking outside of her oxygen tent and begging the nurse to get her a beer. She’d say catchy things like “Don’t trust that bitch. She can take the gold out of your teeth while you’re chewing gum.” Holiday’s spirit was feisty but her body was defeated.
She was thrilled to see Frank Sinatra. He told her how much he loved her recent album ‘Lady In Satin’ and he tried to get her to talk about future projects. He told her, “I owe you so much for teaching me how to phrase when I was starting out with Harry James.” Holiday replied, “I may have showed you how to bend a note, Frankie, that’s all.” Later that day, Holiday’s liver failed and she went into a coma and died.
Sinatra locked himself in his penthouse and wept for two days, playing her songs and drinking and crying. I had never seen him hurt so much, not even for ex-wife Ava Gardner.”
-George Jacobs, Frank Sinatra’s valet
This starts out as an interesting Disney a capella tribute, then it immediately becomes clear they’re doing *men* of Disney, which is a much over-looked category, and then BAM! Pitch-Slapped by the sassiest Ariel ever. Aw yiss.
i love the ariel so muchhh
i think about this multiple times a day.