Perhaps the strangest post ever... nevermind.
I'm watching Hercules right now. I've seen that movie at least five times this year. It's been on the Disney Channel at least once a month since it first premiered (on that network, obviously, or else I would have seen that movie ad nauseum), and it seems that my remote is drawn to his heroic aura. But that's not why I made this post (in all reality, it is the true reason, but it's not the highlight of my day). I usually post whenever I come across a musical discovery, but there have been too many to count lately. I'll do my best to chronicle my recent findings, so bear with me for a lengthy (and somewhat unorthodox) musically themed post. I guess I'll start with the Tokyo Philharmonic Orchestra. I've only heard them once before (on their orchestrated rendition of Hikari), but this time around, it's Passion. I suppose that anyone who has never played the first or second Kingdom Hearts won't care about that, but it is important. Next up is Coburn's We Interrupt This Program. I first heard this song as a reference to "Not Even Doom Music" (a YTMND with relatively humorous content), and the song is nothing short of infectious. I'm talking influenza levels here. The flu? Pretty much. I know I refer to Daft Punk more often than pizza, but they're that important. I came across Make Love (one of their songs from Human After All) the other day, and it made me wonder why I've never bought a Daft Punk album. Oddly enough, it's not just because they're French. Honorable mentions to David Bowie's Space Oddity and DCFC's Soul Meets Body. Those are only mentions because it was my fault for missing those songs (well, not Space Oddity, because I might not have been born when it was released). But even those can't compare to my (re)discovery of Michael Bublé. I first heard his name when I stayed after to watch the credits for Spiderman 2. He performed a jazz (or is it swing? Is lounge a genre of music?) rendition of the Spiderman theme. He had slipped my mind (because I had forgotten his name) until yesterday. I heard Save The Last Dance For Me on the radio, and in a few short hours it was on my MP3 player, PSP, and computer. I'm very sure that his voice is smoother than... I don't know, creamy peanut butter. And believe me, that's extraordinarily smooth. So in summary, Michael Bublé wins this post. I wonder what would have happened if I had continued to sing after my voice changed. Would I be like that? I doubt it.