My roommate Dan did a very good and very funny deconstruction of the uncomfortable rape scene in last sunday’s Game of Thrones.
Decided to try my hand at designing a stoner shirt.
The best way to like something is to wear a shirt about it!
I took my friend Hannah’s phone last night and changed her OKCupid profile a little.
She is now sending me screenshots of all of the messages she gets.
I’m going to make a mayonegg out of it tomorrow.
It happens mostly with pop songs that use a progression of between 2 and 8 chords.
(Particularly vi-V-I-V, I-II-IV-I, and absolutely I-iii-IV-V.
I absorb I-iii-IV-V’s like a baboon’s butt absorbs blue light. I could name 30 off the top of my head.)
There’s a sweet spot in those types of progressions where the cloud of associations gets really dense and it can’t be tuned out.
So I’ve got a braAaAain anomaly that affects the way I perceive music and this is part of my ongoing project of trying to render how music sometimes translates in my head.
This is a representation of what happens when I hear a new song with a I IV ii V iii vi ii V progression.
(People are often astounded that I don’t know the words to some of my favorite songs.)
Edit: I did a smaller one while back with I-iii-vi-IV.