SOUNDS

The Only Song I Ever Shazammed Behind The Wheel

Yeah, you read that right. In my defense, I was travelling on a country road off the main highway where eighteen-wheelers dare not tread and is generally not considered an important economic artery by any stretch (I could’ve just taken the highway to the beach, but where’s the fun in that?). At that particular hour there were no other vehicles in sight, the only sign of non-corvine motile life being the swarm of flies I saw laying their eggs on that dead skunk a few clicks back. So I figured I could probably get away with slowing the vehicle down to a near-stop for the five seconds it would take to unlock my phone and hit the big Shazam button.

Greatest. Invention. Ever.

That song playing on the radio was one I’d never heard before. Couldn’t put my finger on what it was about it that piqued my interest. Perhaps it was the atmospheric quasi-Harrisonian chord progression, or the harmonic interplay between the guitar and vocal lines, or the artful use of what initially sounded to me like the choir setting on a synth (but was probably just plain ol’ backup vocals) towards the end. It certainly wasn’t the main hook, which sounded like an afterthought in the songwriting process, like something one of the band members let his five-year-old kid have a go at writing because he had no more fucks left to give. The inappropriate Frankie Valli impression employed by the lead singer during said hook only increased its Whiskey Tango Foxtrot quotient. But I still had to know what that song was in spite of its warts, and had precious little faith in the likelihood of the on-air talent’s announcement of such after the song was over.

I wouldn’t find out what the song was until after I arrived at the beach, as there was no cellular service in the area I was in when I initially Shazammed it. But once the result came in, it turned out to be an evidently lesser-known hit from a Vancouver quintet I’ve heard of. A band that broke up well before I started growing hair on my nether regions, yet seems to get a significant amount of airplay on this station in particular. Mere days ago I became aware of the fact that the drummer of said band has been dealing with some unfortunate medical issues lately. Not sure if that’s the reasoning, or merely because the program director is a fanboy.


The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Long-Awaited Interview of SILVER BROWN

Here it is, folks. The interview. Turns out it’s not an actual podcast, but an export of the original Skype video chat session, uploaded to YouTube. So you can actually see my face in this. I guess I’ll end up losing some of that Led Zeppelin-esque mystique I was originally going for when I started these writing endeavours, but I enjoyed myself in the process of losing it. In the end, that’s all that matters.

A special shout-out goes to Fanshawe College for the use of their wi-fi. I could have easily done this interview at home, but my apartment is very bare-bones and plain, completely devoid of any kind of furniture. I figured one of the study lounges on campus would have made for a more visually appealing backdrop, to say nothing of the fact that said study lounges have plenty of comfortable chairs to sit on. That, and I wasn’t sure what kind of dirty looks I would get from my roommates.


The Bullhorn of SILVER BROWN

The Interview is Coming Soon (Apparently)

This week I got back in touch with that guy I recorded that podcast with a while back, to ask him about the status of the interview. When June 3 came and went uneventfully, my first thought was that nothing came of those thirty minutes I chatted with him. I imagined some omnipotent media gatekeeper in a Brooks Brothers suit pounding his Princeton class ring-endowed fist on the table in some random unremarkable Manhattan boardroom, declaring to his flock of pencil-necked underlings that this interview was far too outrageous for the air. To my pleasant surprise, if there were any corporate overlords involved, they have been appeased. Quoth the dude…


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