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music-moon · 2 months
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All my liked songs from the 2020s, organized by the year they were released.
Always updating, discovering and refining. Cover art is my most listened to albums from each year, according to my last.fm.
My favourite songs organized by release year: 2020s
View more decades: 2000s / 2010s / 2020s
Take a deeper dive into my most listened to albums from each year:
Data from last.fm + pythfm.
2000 / 2001 / 2002 / 2003 / 2004 / 2005 / 2006 / 2007 / 2008 / 2009 / 2010 / 2011 / 2012 / 2013 / 2014 / 2015 / 2016 / 2017 / 2018 / 2019 / 2020 / 2021 / 2022 / 2023 / 2024
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mote-historie · 4 months
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STARS Song, Vocal Popular Sheet Music, Lyrics by James Lamont Haven Gillespie, Music by John Alden, Van Alstyne & Curtis Music Publishing Co., New York, Chicago, 1921.
Art Deco Cover Stars Art Illustration by C. K. Agnew.
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listography · 1 month
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FAVORITE MALE ARTISTS OF ALL TIME | PART 2
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fangomusic · 11 months
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Boygenius, The Record (2023).
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letsmakefingerfive · 1 year
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ANNA MAY WONG
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possiblyrhodri · 8 months
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Monokate, Go_A - Vorozhyla (Official Video)
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nokingsonlyfooles · 1 month
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Finish the Feed and Plug the Thing! (And Play the Music!)
Today, under the cut, I shall demonstrate my new ability to create original music that might be recordable! (Guest Starring the Radio Demon from Hazbin Hotel!)
My web serial! My brainchild! My empire of dirt! I write this, I'm only on social media because I want people to look at it, and they're not. I suspect I've sold my cow for some magic beans and it turns out they're not even regular beans, they're foam peanuts. Nevertheless, the people in my orbit seem decent in general SO I WILL CONTINUE TO BROWBEAT YOU WITH GUILT-INDUCING REMINDERS UNTIL MY READERSHIP IMPROVES! No need to thank me! It's a service I provide!
Current known readers: 3 (hi!), 1st Goalpost: 10?
Current supporters: 2 (hi Kith and 5th!), 1st Goalpost: 5?
So! I am doing a Hazbin Hotel fic, while working sporadically on the serial. It involves David and I have a lot to say about mental health, fictional universes and massive multiversal crossovers, so it's still technically serial content, even if you may not want to read it.
But, I like to use side projects to experiment. I have to have something I like enough to put a lot of effort in, but I don't want to feel terrible if that effort comes to nothing. The fic happened because I drew David Vivzie-style to test my drawing ability and stamina. (It's improving! I can draw! Slowly!)
I am writing MUSIC with STAGE DIRECTIONS for David's stay at the Hotel, both reprises of Hazbin Hotel tunes with new lyrics, and new songs with public domain melodies. There is a LOT of music in the public domain. I've been filking pop songs, but that's still legally grey. When I filk this stuff, there's no limits!
...but that's not true, because a lot of it doesn't have lyrics. My process up until now has involved rewriting music with existing lyrics. Never before did I tackle an instrumental. Now I have!
I would call it a 75% success. It scans, fairly well, but I think I made an error in choice of melody. I LOVE this raggy 1925 arrangement of Hungarian Rhapsody - I listened to it a million times to do this and I STILL love it - but if you actually had to sing it at speed, I think your tongue would fly off. Hamilton has unsingable music like that, too, but I think this came out too complex to be catchy. I can barely sing it and I WROTE it!
Nevertheless, here it is (stage directions omitted for ease of reading along fast enough to keep up), with some background on the fic for context: David has, at this point, convinced Alastor they were best friends in the 20s, and made friends with Angel Dust in a more conventional way. Alastor does not wish to be second-best at anything (we've already got a canon song about that!) and is registering an objection from the piano.
...That's probably still incomprehensible, but the point is, it scans. You gotta ignore the intro and start reading when the treble kicks in, but I do think it scans.
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ALASTOR: Funnily, we’re both used to dining with refinement Trust two chefs to know I thought our dinner was almost perfect When the waiter served it But then you fondle The ketchup bottle! There’s bearnaise right there on the platter, what’s the matter? Must you stoop so low? Horrors! It’s just as if you called the sous-chef over —  “This needs salting!” So insulting! DAVID: Darling! The sauce is no improvement If the meat is poor With ketchup, there’s no dressing there to dress up  No one loves a pompous bore, Bestie! A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? Formal wear is not required Friendship outshines one’s attire And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best D: Although your doubtful dedication’s Quite despicable I don’t envy your situation That’s forgivable A: I’m dedicated when it’s worth it Is that true for you? And of course my friends deserve it What I’d do for you! D: Oh, I forgot, my poor coat is soaking Might you mop up my reckless joking? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: And one more thing, I’m a little squeamish You think we could keep the murders cleanish? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: You’re so competitive Do you just want to win? A (counterpoint) : (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: Hey, I need devotion, too, if you’ve a notion to! You can’t be listening Might you do anything? A: (If that’s better, I’ll do better) D: A fur coat, a fancy car, how ‘bout a chocolate bar? A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: For the salt lick, I hope I’m forgiven? I show respect with little gifts given A: If that’s better, I’ll do better Don’t we both play well together? D: If I’ve annoyed, I think I should mention I just enjoy all kinds of attention A: And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete, it’s not a test I can’t be beat, I’m always best And I won’t mind, I won’t pretend Remember I’m your dearest friend I won’t compete… D: Can we have sex? A: I ca… [spoken] Old friend, if you were a woman… I’d turn lavender [note: 20s slang for gay] with shame. D: Ah. Tant pis! Shave and a haircut, no sale!
It diverges at the end, they need time to talk to each other, but it's very close!
And I should add how I "transcribed" the music to write that, because it almost broke me. It was so silly I started cackling and had to confess what I was doing and show the spouse the placeholder lyrics. You see, transcribing the beats and stresses as dashes and numbers wasn't working, so I decided to use words. I decided to listen to this music over and over, trying to find words that had a matching rhythm, and place them into stanzas with a rhyming scheme. THIS is what THAT looks like:
It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh but it’s not a begonia-bopper It’s a hot dog topper It’s a taco And it’s a tico It’s okay it’s not even ready it’s a steady It’s an onion bowl Oh ba-by but it’s not a holy hanger it’s a radio And it’s okay but it’s just a Samples! It’s not a rosy robber It’s an onion bowl It’s not a motherfucking compsognathus  It is just an onion bowl But it’s Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s no pony in a pickup It’s a tuesday hiccup coat And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s It isn’t very much to listen It’s okay but it’s Not much of a good decision It’s okay but it’s Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a dog, it’s okay but it isn’t Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not It’s a blue doughnut boy he’s got a taco truck (not a pony in a pickup) And it’s a tree it’s a tree it’s a tree but it’s not Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen Not a pony in a pickup It’s a doughnut in a slicker It’s not a puddle puck in a piston It’s just a whiny duck who won’t listen And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polka dots and polka dots And scrambled eggs, and scrambled eggs And applesauce, and applesauce And jellybeans and jellybeans And polk— It’s not anybody it is just a Camaro cap!
I can't sing that version either ("It's not a motherfucking compsognathus!" I'm dying! 😵I'm dead!) but I'm still fond of it. And look, it worked! Kinda!
If I want to do this for the actual serial, I may have to pick simpler music, or simplify it by choosing PART of the melody to use and repeat. I can't write or read musical notation, but most people can't either, so if I can link you to a piano roll or someone's recording of an old record, we can both sing along on the internet. And maaaybe some day I'll be able to record something. I wouldn't be good at playing or singing, but if you throw enough money at me, I can pay someone!
SO PLEASE GO BEG PEOPLE TO READ ME AND GIVE ME MONEY! THANK YOU!
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artdecoandmodernist · 10 months
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Robert Bonfils, En écoutant Satie (Listening to Satie), in Modes et manières d'aujourd'hui: 9e année, 1920 (Paris: Jules Meynial, [1922]), plate 11.
Reproduced from Charles Rahn Fry's copy, now in the Charles Rahn Fry Pochoir Collection, Princeton University Library.
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rowkhan · 1 year
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Me: Compulsively adds the Lackadaisy sound track to my Spotify after weeks of listening to metal.
Spotify: *Dies of wiplash*
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manysmallhands · 6 months
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FearOfMu21c #36
U.S. Girls - 4 American Dollars
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Released - Feb 10 2020
Did not chart
Spotify streams to date - 4,720,327
Meg Remy has a longstanding record of fusing pop and disco to socially conscious lyrics and 4 American Dollars is the kind of thing she does really well, setting an uncompromisingly political story to a track so immensely funky that you barely have time to think about what any of it means. In truth, I could easily have gone with last year’s choice - the poppy yet enigmatic Rosebud - but the sunny immediacy of this song ended up giving it a late edge.
Lyrically it’s compelling, contrasting symbols of wealth and poverty to expose the lie at the heart of the American dream - that we can all make it if only we’d just try hard enough (as Meg notes drily in the chorus, “you gotta have boots if you wanna lift those bootstraps”). But what always demolishes me completely is the remarkable section from about halfway thru, where she launches into an insanely catchy chant about the value of money - “I don’t believe in pennies and nickels and dimes and dollars and pesos and pounds and…”  - which cascades through the entire second half of the track, turning her utopian outlook into ecstatic dancefloor vibes, shot through with shimmering funk guitar and gospel vocals. 
An unmitigated moment of joy rescued from the binfire of late capitalism, 4 American Dollars illustrates one of the most important things about U.S. Girls: that while she never lets you forget the mess that surrounds us, Meg is absolutely gonna keep dancing til the bailiffs come and will probably kick their asses too if she gets half a chance. While so much of her message comes from a righteous and justified fury, it’s the sugar she adds to the pill that makes it so highly addictive.
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randomvarious · 2 years
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Today’s compilation:
"I'm Ready for My Close-Up!" - The Hollywood Ladies Sing, Volume 1 1989 Show Tunes / Traditional Pop / Vocal Jazz
Y'know what? I can't really say that I enjoy show tunes all that much, but for what this release is—a collection of songs from the women who made Hollywood's golden age, well, golden—it's pretty damn good. At least the first half is. That's where you'll find the most contemporary stuff, with a dynamic range of vocally talented ladies (all white, btw 😬) singing on songs that are *very* well made. Now, I don't really personally like most of them, but I can still appreciate just how impressive they are, and I genuinely think that Betty Hutton's "It's Oh So Quiet" is a phenomenal track. To put it in the parlance of our times, she just fuckin' straight-up whyled out in the booth there, folks. A total rollercoaster of a tune, with hushed valleys and frantically manic peaks, and with a big, deft jazz band to accentuate all of her loopiness.
The second half though is where things turn sour. That's when RCA reaches way too far back in time—all the way to the roaring 20s in some instances—to fill out the rest of the album. I'm not doubting any of these ladies' talents, but music from back then might as well be from a different galaxy, man. It's too far removed from when our collective music consciousness really started to kick into gear with the birth of rock & roll in the 50s. Outside of some jazz, blues, R&B, soul, gospel, and country tunes, anything predating rock & roll, especially from a quarter-century-plus prior, is just not going to resonate with virtually anyone, including yours truly.
Highlights:
Betty Hutton - "It's Oh So Quiet"
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super-lupus · 2 years
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Someone please help I am so confused
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bopsweneverforgot · 6 days
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Before she was Dolly Parton Jr. , she was Keyshia Coke Jr.
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fangomusic · 1 year
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Tyler, The Creator, Call Me If You Get Lost (2021).
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transgender-lyrics · 21 days
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Darlin', I'll spoil it myself, thanks, you're leaving Well, I tried just to stroke your dreams better But, darlin', I see that you're not really sleeping
-Black Country, New Road, "The Place Where He Inserted the Blade" off Ants From Up There
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possiblyrhodri · 30 days
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PopLove X1 : A Mashup Journey ♫ 2023 - 2024 x CLASSIC POP HITS
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