Vocaloid is a song synthesizer program created by Sony. What was once a vehicle for promoting a tool/game has taken flight as a pop phenomenon. The below video is a real capture of a Hatsune Miko concert. Hatsune is a holographic pop star who sings songs on stage with a live band. Many of the songs she sings are written by retail users of the vocaloid software. That consumer interaction is very cool. Virtual stars are not new to Japan with the Genki Rockets sporting un-named musicians and a fictitious lead singer named Lumi who is 18 years old and has never made the space flight to earth. If you need to know, the music by Genki Rockets is very approachable. Hatsune is like a cross between Sailor Moon and Lindsay Lohan.
It reminds of something that the Gorillaz did at the Grammies a few years ago, except Madonna was real and the audience was fake.
P.S. as Trevyn astutely pointed out William Gibson called this more than 25 years ago. 🙂
All the painful sci-fi-con filking has added up to this act of genius. When combined with the brilliant composition of some unknown editor this song by Jeff and Maya Bohnhoff is brilliant. I actually prefer it to the original. Because the original is a pathetically maudlin and depressing wank fest.
I always knew radio was easier that tv.
Proof that geeks make better parents.
The last concert I went to see was TMBG at CBGBs in NYC, and that was more than 15 years ago. My dear friend Anne is a screaming Beatles fan, and when she found out that Sir Paul was playing mostly Beatles songs at the ACC she has to go. So Jamie, Anne and I made it into to TO via car and GO. Got lost looking for the arena (how do you hide an arena?). And saw a really fun and possibly sincere concert from an aging music icon. I was really impressed by Sir Paul’s charisma and slightly Parkinsonian dance moves. We had backstage seats which were really fun because I got to watch all the roadies running around.
I am not as passionate about music as others. So normally I would NOT have gone to such a concert. Something that played a role in me going to see Sir Paul was a chance meeting a fellow named Doug. He showed up at The Staircase the morning of the concert. At this point I had not decided whether to go or not. Doug had travelled from London ON on a pilgrimage of sorts. He had seen a lovely video by Jacob Moon that was shot on the roof of The Staircase last year. Doug wanted to stand on the roof where the video was shot because he had found the video and song so compelling. Jamie and I took him up to the highest roof where he looked out over west Hamilton and talked about how the song had affected him. So I went to see Sir Paul on a whim, thanks to Anne and Doug, and had an amazing experience.
It was like a dance. The aristocracy of bureaucrats safely discussed the fate of most of the world amongst caviar and champagne austerity. The media was kept in a gilded cage with free cappuccinos, meals and lakes. The police scored copious overtime hours, sported new crowd control clothing and broke a few heads. Even the anarchists were on time and organized, playing their role perfectly wearing the right colour even. Who paid for this dance that satisfied one and all? We did. Protecting democracy and freedom while sparing no expense, even the expense of democracy and freedom.
Simply amazing on so many levels. A choir composed of individual web cam submissions based on a video of the conductor. Get more info at ericwhitacre.com
This cool little machine mashed down the asphalt that filled in one of the epic pot holes that exists at The Staircase. Asphalt is made from pitch tar. That is nasty stuff.
This is the sessile robot that calculates our tithe to the hospital for driving to work and being up all night. He used to have a better voice but it appears that he has had a stroke or laryngitis. Poor Mr Parking Robot.