September 25, 2008

Britney Spears, The #1 Pop Artist Of Our Generation


Britney Spears recently received an extraordinary accolade from the UK’s highly respected top broadsheet newspaper the Daily Telegraph: “Amid all the fretting and frothing about her sanity…it’s easy to forget Britney’s pop brilliance. Sweeter-voiced than Beyonce, Christina and Pink, she has had a string of classics to put the pretenders to shame. Baby One More Time, Oops, Slave 4 U, Toxic… Britney is the pop artist of her generation.
It’s rare for a critic to say something nice about Britney’s voice, but these few words come as an amazing counter-offensive against the ridicule and abuse that is regularly heaped upon her. There seems to be no middle ground – you either love her or hate her with a passion.
Most pop singers don’t get compared to Beyonce, Christina or Pink. But most pop singers don’t get ridiculed and abused for their voices either. Normally, the critics don’t think a pop singer’s voice is worth discussing. It is what it is, it may not be great but it carries a tune and provides an excuse to be on stage. And that’s enough. What a relief for Jessica, Kylie, Geri Halliwell, Rachel Stevens, Emma Bunton and countless others.
Britney isn’t treated with this kind of indifference. Perhaps her critics feel she is such a big target they just have to have a pop at her. Obviously they don’t take the time to listen to her properly and try to find out what it is about her singing that inspires so much devotion in so many people. Why would they? They don’t expect pop singers to be quality singers or worthy of anything more than the most superficial interest.
So, when they take Britney to task, it tends to be for superficial reasons. They’re down on her for what she isn’t rather than for what she is. She isn’t a big voiced diva. She isn’t Mariah Carey or Whitney Houston. OK! So she isn’t the sort of artist who is going to thrill an auditorium of 15,000 people with soaring flights of multi-note vocal fancy. But she is an artist, and a very special one. Like the very best singers of today, she puts her own stamp on every song she sings.
She has a unique voice, of that there is no doubt. But where did it come from? It isn’t the voice of an unschooled amateur, as some people think. Forget any notions that she isn’t deeply enough immersed in the vocal arts to be a quality vocalist. Forget the opinion of some critics that she has little feeling for her music. This is a girl who, as a young child, was (in the words of Larry Getlen in his book “Britney: Not That Innocent”) a “relentless little singing machine, undeterred in her desire to sing everything that crossed her ears.” This is a girl whose whole life is about singing.
Britney’s childhood dentist Michelle LeBlanc said: “When she comes in to have any dental work done, she sings the whole entire time. The radio’s going, she’s singing everything that’s on the radio…When you’re coming in or out of her mouth or whatever, and she’s humming or singing. And as soon as you’re out of her mouth, the words are coming again. She’s the first person I’ve seen who’s constantly wanting to sing.”
A full twenty years of singing have given her plenty of insight into how to handle a song. Technical qualities such as control over pitch and vibrato were there from a very early stage – where you would expect an 8-year-old girl to sound childish, rough and immature, she sounded like a professional. And that was BEFORE she got singing lessons.
When New York agent Nancy Carson took Britney under her wing after Disney decided she was too young to be a Mousekeeter, she felt that Britney could sing well but wasn’t doing it in a technically correct way. Britney then spent many years under the tutelage of a number of vocal coaches. By the time Larry Rudolph sent for her to audition for a recording contract there was very little she didn’t know about professional singing.
By that point, her voice had changed a little from the Broadway-style belting vocals of her pre-teens. In the TV documentary “The rise and rise of Britney Spears” she sings a snippet of “Open Arms” and what you hear is a sweeter voice than before, but still a strong and conventional one, perhaps a little like Leann Rimes. But when her first recordings emerged a year or so later she didn’t sound like that at all.
The voice that rocked a startled world was like nothing we had ever heard before. Where the 8-year-old Britney sounded like she was 21, the 16-year old showbiz veteran seemed actually to have regressed a few years. The fine technique she had spent her whole life developing had been replaced by a much more constricted voice featuring a whole encyclopedia of mannerisms – the most obvious of which were her strange guttural croaks and groans.
There has been a lot of speculation about what went on during that first year at Jive, but we can be sure that no one actually set out to make her singing worse. What we are able to gather is that a great deal of time and thought were expended on figuring out how to market this new artist and ensure she would make a massive impact.
Somewhere along the line, someone, probably Britney herself, hit on the idea of playing a character – an innocent girl with Lolita tendencies. And this character she played would have to SOUND right as well as look right. So what would a naughty angel sound like? Britney came up with a comprehensive answer: a mixture of the youthful innocent, the sweet kid full of love and longing, the little girl with a bruised heart, the not-so-innocent jailbait pr*ck-teaser, and the party girl with a lot more than dancing on offer.
Unfortunately, in adopting this recipe for success, Britney was signing a pact with the Devil. Her strategy would make the desired impact on a world full of jaded listeners who had long since binned pop music. It would get her an audience for her great songs and give her a platform on which to display her gift for performance art. It would also give her an edge over any possible competition. But on the downside, it meant she had to put that beautiful pre-Jive voice away in a locker and pretend it never existed.
She must have known even then that, for everyone who was drawn into her web of fascination, there would be someone saying she couldn’t sing. For everyone who willingly entered her hall of smoke and mirrors, there would be someone making fun of her croaking mannerisms and saying she sounded like a chipmunk. She even said that she didn’t want everyone to like her, and she wasn’t joking - the character she was trying to create would have been a failure if it didn’t produce ambiguity, doubt, and conflicting emotions.
All the same, it must have hurt her many times over the years to know that Disney’s people placed her singing completely on a par with Christina Aguilera’s and well above Jessica Simpson’s, that she had the pure singing talent to take a completely different career path if she had wanted to, and that her career strategy meant trading respect for the mega-stardom she wanted. But Britney was determined that she was going to be a megastar, no matter what it took, and she was prepared to deal with the consequences.
I have often wondered what Britney’s “Crossroads” co-star Taryn Manning meant when she said Britney “had a beautiful voice in real life”, but it dawns on me now – the young actresses spent a lot of time together off-set and in their trailers, and Taryn heard the private Britney take her pre-Jive voice out of the locker for a little dust-down and realized that the public Britney’s vocals were indeed simply part of her act.
This is not to say that she could come out as the new Leann Rimes tomorrow if she felt like it. No, she has been playing the part of “Britney Spears” for too long now. She admitted herself in 2002 that her voice was changing, and it’s still a work in progress, constantly being brought up to date to match the changes in her public image.
On her first album, almost every song contained the basic elements of the naughty angel mixed together. On her second and subsequent albums, the various Britney characters are stranded out more, and additional nuances are added to them. And a new character, the increasingly rebellious, assertive and defiant young woman was beginning to raise her head and now seems to have become the dominant force.
However, although this kaleidoscope of role-play and characterization makes Britney’s recordings fascinating and intriguing, although it creates the constantly changing patterns that dispel any risk of boredom, it would be wrong to say that this is what defines the character in her vocals, for that would make them cold, charmless and manipulative and they are anything but that. In fact, behind all the acting out you can hear the sound of laughter and the beat of a very warm heart.
To get us further in this analysis we need to find some of the musical qualities that make Britney’s vocals so appealing. If we take her faster songs first, we find that the basic methodology has remained a constant over the years. If you follow a timeline from BOMT through OIDIA and Overprotected to Toxic and eventually My Prerogative you can hear that the prototype unveiled with BOMT has been developed and polished and perfected. You will note the steady improvement in technique, the introduction of more variety, and the abandonment of the early “little girliness”.
Always present is her unusual phrasing – it’s as hard to describe this as it was with Frank Sinatra, but it all has to do with how long she holds each word, how long she leaves each space, and the internal rhythm this generates in each phrase. Endless attention is given to the enunciation of individual words and to the ways in which phrases are begun and ended. And then there’s her accent - the many vocal excerpts from “The rise and rise of Britney Spears” reveal that, from mimicking other singers as she sang their songs, she had fully absorbed the professional showgirl’s ability to lose her accent – yet Britney’s Louisiana twang has been obvious since the start of her recording career, and remains with her to this day.
Britney’s slower songs and ballads are even more revealing of her musical intelligence and craftsmanship. What is particularly interesting is that, although these present her best opportunities to act out the various nuances of the Britney character, and although on several occasions (as on “Lucky” and “Satisfaction”) she seems to have made a deliberate choice about which part of her complex persona should receive the emphasis in a particular song, she sings most of them absolutely straight, with fewer mannerisms than in her faster songs, and the listener is left to place his or her own construction on the interaction between voice and lyric and what it means.
If you listen consecutively to four songs from the special edition of the OIDIA album – “When your eyes say it”, “You’ve got it all”, “Heart”, and “Dear Diary” you can listen all you want for signs of a slutty girl looking for - or a Lolita-like teenage temptress but all you actually hear is a sweet, charming and rather innocent girl in love taking four different lyrics and four different tunes and singing them in four different ways.
Very few pop singers seem to have any conception of applying an individual approach to each individual song. That Britney does this all the time tells us that, far from being the rough and amateurish performer some imagine, she is, in fact, extremely professional and surprisingly preoccupied with technique. And she does have plenty of technique to draw upon, from the little sobs and emotive yelps at the end of many lines in her ballads to her perfectly controlled vibrato and the delicately drawn little arpeggios in such songs as DLMBTLTK and “From the bottom of my broken heart”.
Everything about her singing is so graceful, understated and lacking in bombast and excess. There is wonderful delicacy, variety and distinctiveness. However, even this formidable array of craftsmanship would not be enough to make listeners fall headlong in love with Britney’s voice and with Britney herself through her voice. What does that is her warmth, humor and humanity, the sense of a beautiful soul, and the extraordinary emotional connection she makes with so many of her listeners.
Credits: Exhale








I thought I knew love ...

I've had different experiences regarding love and in many of those I thought I was very in love and that I had found the love of my life, the truth is that none of them were real and I've found myself realizing that I was just a kid and I didn't know what I was talking about and I was confusing infatuation with love. 

Then I met this person who treated me like I wanted, who was physicaly like I wanted and had all of those things that I thought someone had to have in order to be THE ONE! ; well ... Let me tell you that I was completely wrong about the whole thing. This Idol if you wanna call it like that, all it came to do in my life was confuse me, hurt me, play with me and took what it needed from me and left me without anything not even the pieces to pick up to and start again. 

One day I decided that I've had it! So I started to go out and having fun again; I was being who I use to be when I was by myself and I was dedicating time to my family, my friends and most important ME!, WOW! I couldn't believe how good it felt to be me again without any regrets or holding back on anything that I thought or said. Life is fucking Ironic and some times it takes this crazy turns and takes you completely out of the road and send you to another path. Then you find your way back to it and life sorprises you again with something that you never knew it could happen; I met someone that I always liked but that rejected me before cause we didnt know each other that well, we started talking, hanging out making out ... We got together and had a few dificulties down the road but we knew how to complete the other and we supported and loved each other and now here we are still together, against all odds and lots of people that thought that we couldn't make it and even us thought the same at one point of the relationship. 

Babe looks like we made it, look how far we've gone, just look at us still holding on, still going strong and everyday that passes by I love you even more; you're the only one that I want to kiss, the one that I want to be with, the one that I want to make love to, the only one I want to look straight to the eye and know that you're the one and I'm glad we didn't listen to them, just look at what we'll be missing.I know that eveything is not perfect forever and that we are just humans and will make mistakes; but I want us to trust each other enough to be able to talk about everything and work out anything that might come together.

Another chapter of my life, another risk to take, another chance to be happy, you are worth it and right now I wouldn't take that risk with anyone but you ...




I LOVE YOU BABE!!!





JPablo Marín B.

Letters From The Past ...


This section is dedicated to those who were important enough to me that I wrote something about them, also moments in which I could do nothing but writing 'cause I use to do it very often before. So here it is a little piece of me that is now just a memory ...



Amor ...
Es una fuerza
que te hace perder la cabeza,
Es un sentimiento
por el cual pierdes el conocimiento
de la cordura
y terminas en locura.

Amor...
No lo puedes detener
y tienes que ceder
lo que te importa
y no se exorta
la posibilidad
de que ese ser amado
te deje para siempre amargado.

Amor...
Porque lo sentimos?
Sera que lo requerimos
para tener una vida
mas sustantiva?

No lo podemos tocar;
pero lo podemos sentir.
No lo podemos explicar;
pero lo podemos vivir.
No lo podemos ver;
pero lo podemos describir.

Amor ...
No podemos dormir
si no lo logramos conseguir.
Podemos morir
si no lo logramos consevir.

Amor ...
Es lo mejor,
es lo peor!
Es pacion,
es cancion,
es armonia,
es poesia,
es una boberia!
Es exclusivo,
puede ser obsesivo.

Amor ...
Es extraordinario;
no lo puedes guardar en tu armario.
Es calor,
es ardor.
Es destino;
vale un pepino.
Es certero;
pueder ser grocero.
Es eloquencia;
Te deja en decadencia.

Amor...

No se puede vivir con el;
No se puede vivir sin el!

"El Valor Del Silencio"

No es callar; es saber cuando hablar y escoger la palabras sabiamente.

No es omitir; es saber como expresar.
No es asentir con la cabeza;
es reservar con sabiduria.
El valor del silencio es hablar lo necesario,
sabiamente escojer la palabras que se van a usar;
analizar lo que en realidad queremos expresar
antes de hablar para no herir suceptibilidades.
Could I?
If I could, I would.
If you give me a kiss ...
Hope it won't be a tease.
If you hug me ...
Please say that you love me.
I hope that you don't mind;
that I said you're mine.
How wonderful life is,
now you're in the world.
Since I met you ...
Out of my mind,
I can't get you.
When you touch me,
when you hug me;
that's when I get
the closest to heaven.
You make me feel beautiful,
You make me complete,
You love every inch of my skin,
You've showed me that Love DO exist!
Thank you for being who you are;
Thank you for letting me be me!

Quien?

Quien con una caricia me hace temblar?

En quien pienzo sin cesar?
A quien quiero sin vacilar?
Solo a ti, si a ti ...
Me hes dificil pensar en algo mas que tu,
al dormir sueño con tigo,
cuando estamos estoy junto a ti
siento que todos mis problemas desaparecen
y que el reloj se detiene solo para nosotros.
Pero cuando no estamos juntos;
hay un vacio inexplicable
y un dolor en el pecho que arde.
Tu indesicion aniquila mi corazon.
Si tu supieras lo que cinco minutos con tigo
hacen en mi,
lo que un "Te Quiero" de tu parte significa.
Es extraño sentir todo esto hacia ti,
ya que tu no pudes explicar lo que sientes por mi.
En muy poco tiempo te quise,
en muy poco tiempo te tuve
y aun en menos tiempo te perdi.
Pronto estaremos lejos,
Pronto nunca mas nos veremos
y nuesto amor pasado;
quedara por siempre enterrado!!!

"Forbidden Fruit"

Love is like a forbidden fruit

and its taste can vary everytime;

it can be sweet as candy and very juicy

but it can also be sour as a lemon.
But no matter how many rough fruit
you could've had in the past;
you always want to have it again and see
what taste it will leave in your mouth!



September 24, 2008

I carry your heart with me


Poem by E.E. Cummings ...


I carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart)

I am never without it (anywhere i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done by only me is your doing, my darling)

I fear no fate (for you are my fate, my sweet)

I want no world (for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meantand whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows (here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life; which growshigher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart I carry your heart (I carry it in my heart)




When …


When I’m around you everything seems to be different and brand new, all of those things that are there all the time seem to be different. Your memory is with me all the time; where I go, you go with me. And all I do you do it with me.

When I’m with you the sun is warmer, the moon is bigger,
The breeze is fresher and the stars are brighter.

When I don’t have you around we hold hands in my head, we smile at each other and look into each other’s eyes deeply for hours.
I run after you and you run after me; at last I let you catch me just to feel your arms around me and to enjoy watching you smile at me and hear you say that you love me.

When I’m with you the time stops just for us, no-one else is around I don’t care about anyone else. I’m like a kid with his favorite toy and I don’t want to share you with anyone.

When we make love you fulfill all my desires and we become one,
A gentle brush of your finger tips on my skin,
Feel chills up and down my spine.
Every kiss is heavenly tasteful.
A tender whisper on my ear, make my skin shiver.
Our two bodies fuse into one and our souls meet in the process;
There’s no need for words, there’s only moans.
We both know what the other is trying to say, because our minds are connected.
I love to spread myself all over you and you all around me, feel your sweat pouring on me like a fresh mist.

You greet me with a smile,
And leave me with a kiss.

Maybe it’s your touch,
Or the way that you make me feel.

But all I know is that when I’m with you I’m complete in every sense and when we’re apart your memory carries me on and helps me go through till I see you again ...



JPablo Marin.

08/27/08















Forget & Forgive


After a break up you're suppose to take all the good moments and keep 'em for as long as you think is necessary and as for the bad ones you need lo learn from them so you won't make the same mistakes again in the future.

Love is suppose to be free, honest, come out naturaly and your suppose to always give your best effort but also understand that you can't change people or expect something from them 'cause you migth never get the results that you desire since we are all different and you can't force anyone to be someone they're not. We have the wrong idea of love and we all expect different things from it because of what we've been taught, what we've heard about from others, songs that we've listened to, movies that we've seen and books that we've read. That is how we buil our own fantasy  and how we percive love, that's why we create dependence on others and when they are gone or no longer with us our whole world crumbles down and we seem to loose perspective of our path and our normal life beat. I've been trying to take myself into this journey where I'm suppose to be strong, do things I like ... hang out with my friends more often and see how wonderful life is and all that there is to live for.

I've been trying my best to carry on and just let go, but it's not any easy and there are times when I make myself believe that I'm fine and that soon I'll be ok. Then comes the night time and I get very ansious and stressed out; I light-up a cigarret and as I watch the beautiful moon being still and bright as if it was trying to embrace me with it's magnificent power I start thinking again about all of those times when I was with my beloved one and how happy I used to be, the funny thing is that this was not long ago but somehow it seems like it's been ages and as the days pass by I feel my body drying out since my soul is leaking day by day because of your absense, I don't smile much anymore and almost nothing caughts my attention. I'm drawning in my own pitty and I hate it cause I try to be strong, I don't cry on public but my heart is wipping on the inside out. I want you, I need you. When I'm able to get some sleep I dream of you and I see you smilling, I watch you while you sleep, I draw your body with my kisses, I make you mine everytime and I look deep into your eyes and I tell you how much I love you and that everything will be fine; I tell you that I need you and that you can count on me no matter what. Then I start to see blurry, you vanish on me and then it's just a glance of you, I can't hear you anymore and while I'm blind out by the deep mist; my arms can't reach you anymore, I get very scared and I start crying my lungs out! ... and that's when I wake-up and I realize that it was just a dream.

I need you to please get out of my heart, please stop messing up with head and the nightly visits have come to an end aswell 'cause I feel that I can't take it anymore. I know that all of this is just a trick that my mind is playing on me but there's gotta be a way to stop it. I know that you didn't mean to hurt me but look what you have done! I'm present physically but my mind and soul left with the wind and they won't come back till they have a safe shelter to inhabit. I need time to heal, time to forget and forgive and when that happens you'll be just a memory and I won't be me anymore.

Let the time pass as fast as it can so the wind will give me back what it took from me when you walked out of my life ...





JPablo Marin.
7/29/08

Goodbye ...



I think that is posible to love different parthers in a life time and you can love each and everyone of them with all you've got, though in extremely different ways.


There are ones that you thought you might've love, but it was all infatuation, some others pure inocense and unexperience but there are others that you are going to love so deeply and honestly that they are going to make an enormous impact in your life and they might leave you a scar or two along the way and break your heart a little.


Some might say.. well, if they loved you so much why would they hurt you?
My aswer for that is that when we really love; that's when it hurts the most because you care about it. We dont belong to people for ever, we can just borrow them for the amount of time that life decides that they're good for us, cause if we break-up and never come back, sooner or later you'll get throught it and the time that it takes to recover from a heart-break depends only on how strong we can be to deal with the truth and learn to depend on no-one but ourselves to be happy.


Ayway... those that you'll always remeber and carry with you; either you love them or hate them to death; they're all going to be different and they're going to teach you something so important that you'll never forget or do again and if you do so life will teach you another lesson.

The last person I  loved changed my whole life around and taught me so much about me and others. I did things that I'd I always wanted to do with somebody, so many memories, good times, bad times, happy times, sad ones too, support, fun, romance, special and unforgetable moments, ilussions, passionate sex and great friendship. I loved so much, I gave even more, was loved so deply  and alot in return, that's why it hurts like it never did before.


Sometimes we don't want to face the fact that when is over is really over, and we have to let go. I know I get through it; I always do! In the mean time, I'll only have to take it step by step so my heart can reach its normal pace and I'll be fine in no time.
I've learned lots of things from that experience and that will make me stronger, wiser, more careful and smarter. While I get there, well... I'll have to remember that I have my family, great friends and people that love me and most important I have me and no-one can take that away from me, because every passing minute is a chance to turn it all arround.


My dear lover ... I love you and I know that I always will; but that doesn't mean that I won't get over you 'cause I will. I just wish you the best, I really want you to be happy and I hope that you find what you're looking for.

Advices:

Dont be afraid to be who you are, stand up for yourself and for what you believe is good for you and if it makes you happy it doesn't  matter what others tell you.

Don't deny your feelings,don't be afraid to give and receive, enjoy every day as if it was the last one because one of these days it'll BE.

Don't let the past ruin your future and don't deliver so fast in your dessisions if you are not sure of what you're doing take your time; cause otherwise you'll regreat it later! Just follow your heart every-time!


Thank you for every single minute that you spent and shared with me!!!

JPablo Marín B.

7/26/08