Demo of Beat It composed using only Michael Jackson’s voice
As Jackson couldn’t fluently play any instruments, he would sing and beatbox out how he wanted his songs to sound by himself on tape, layering the vocals, harmonies and rhythm before having instrumentalists come in to complete the songs.
One of his engineers Robmix on how Jackson worked: “One morning MJ came in with a new song he had written overnight. We called in a guitar player, and Michael sang every note of every chord to him. “here’s the first chord first note, second note, third note. Here’s the second chord first note, second note, third note”, etc., etc. We then witnessed him giving the most heartfelt and profound vocal performance, live in the control room through an SM57. He would sing us an entire string arrangement, every part. Steve Porcaro once told me he witnessed MJ doing that with the string section in the room. Had it all in his head, harmony and everything. Not just little eight bar loop ideas. he would actually sing the entire arrangement into a micro-cassette recorder complete with stops and fills.”
Reasons why I laugh when people say he wasn’t a real musician.
Today, my niece told me something that I was just shocked to hear.
But I totally could not blame her for this, she’s only 9 after all.
We were at her Girl Scouts event where she was going to spend the night at a local church’s activity center and I was given the task to go along and watch after her and her younger sister. She’s only 3, so she’s at an age where she’s developing an ego and is very free-spirited, to say the least. Anyway, the older one is a big baby; she cries whenever she doesn’t get her way, but I guess I did the same at that age as well, so I understand how that’s like. She cried twice for the same reason: the younger sister would not listen to her older sibling.
This frustrated my niece, and she couldn’t figure out what to do in this case, so in her frustration she started to cry. I was nearby luckily and came in to pull her away from the kids to talk to her.
"Why are you crying?" I ask her, somewhat annoyed (I didn’t get much sleep the night before, and the mother did not tell me I was going to have to tag along for this event)
"Because… Ana won’t… listen to me…" she said through short breaths, really starting to hit her strides in sobbing.
I start telling her how the way she talks to her younger sister is counter-productive (in little girl language) and how she needs to lower her voice and give her choices, especially ones that are magnetized to be chosen (due to a sort of reward).
But as I was wrapping up my mini-lecture, she shot at me the most impacting statement I had ever heard in my life…
“I don’t want to be a big sister anymore…”
At that point, for about 10 milliseconds, I thought to myself, “shit, that’s a valid thing to say…”
And it made me realize a lot of things about myself in life as I drove home today.
1. You don’t choose who you are or are going to be most of the time.
2. Life is not going to make itself any easier for you.
I don’t have a choice.
I didn’t choose my sister to have two kids…
I didn’t make my sister break up with the fathers of her two kids…
I didn’t make my life any worse…
I didn’t choose to be the third and youngest sibling in my family…
It was chosen for me.
And as I started realizing this, I started to realize something else. I don’t have to be miserable. I love my nieces. They bring me back to a more innocent time in life, a time where I didn’t have to worry about college or a career, or having to be independent.
They take me back to a younger version of myself. I choose to feel this way.
I choose what I feel. I choose what I will become in life.
So looking back at the two items I talked about; allow me to revise them a little.
1. You don’t choose who you are or what you are going to be unless you take it upon yourself and become what you want to be.
2. Life is not going to make itself easier on you, but it doesn’t mean you have to make it any harder.
So I hope that one day, when my nieces are old enough to understand more about the complexity of Life, I can just sit them down and tell them my two golden rules of how to cope/deal with it.
This really is the golden age of video games, where you can be anyone and anywhere; A 7’0 Spartan fighting aliens in space, a man who posses inhuman powers in a underwater city, a goat capable of sacrificing people to the devil, and now a janitor… IN SPACE!
its so messed up, my dad beated the shit out of me because i wore leggings and was talking to a boy who grabbed my ass when i hugged him. My dad saw us and he cut my leggings in half and slapped the shit out of me and now i am crying in my room on my phone.