Sampling Saturday
Category: Music, Sammy Barker
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Category: Sammy Barker
Give it a few weeks and I hope you’ll all be parting with your hard earned ÂŁ0.79. You will… aww thank you.
Here it is for streaming:
*sammyb – Gin & Tonic (Radio Edit)
I think it’s alright man.
Category: Music, Sammy Barker
Tags: cover, gin & tonic, Sammy Barker, sammy barker
Category: Music, Sammy Barker
Tags: itunes, kylie minogue, mastering, mixing
I appreciate that I’m setting myself high standards by trying to get my songs as loud as Kylie Minogues. But I mean fucing hell. I should be able to get close right? And I can. But in iTunes - bloody hell. I SWEAR iTUNES IS THE SHITTEST PIECE OF SOFTWARE EVER.
It’s not really but let me tell you a little something - producers, mixers, masterers out there work really hard to make a song sound REALLY good on a neutral playing field right. That means they get the song to peak at 0db (I dunno why it peaks at 0, but anything louder and clipping occurs, don’t ask me about the science right). ANYWAY so they’ve got the track loud enough. They’ve got all the instruments sitting in their own space. (Imagine looking at a stage - all the sounds are coming from different angles right).
With that all in place the consumer buys the CD and puts it in the tray and loads up iTunes. They rip it to their hard drive.
At which point the user has a fuck load of EQ boosting a bunch of shitty frequencies (why would you boost the bass? Your speakers are going to EXPLODE), sound enhancement software and “levelling” software. At which point the original mix that said person did intended for a neutral playing field now sounds like absolute WANK because of fucking Apples idiocy for including every fucking effect known to man.
Therefore person doing the original mix has to cater for any possible plugins users might have running when they listen to the CD.
Result: ANGRY SAMMY!
Category: Music, Sammy Barker
Tags: gin and tonic, lyrics, Sammy Barker
FINAL VERSION, MON
She was knocking them back tonight
She was feeling supersonic
Drinking Gin and Tonic
She had a leather jacket
Looked kinda pretty in it
I must admit.
Hey babe,
What do you say?
About it.
And what would you think
If I bought you a drink?
But I’m kinda strapped for cash,
So I better not ask.
She’s making eyes
Looking over all the time
And I really don’t know why.
She looks kinda iconic
She’s feeling supersonic
Drinking Gin and Tonic
And I think I’d like to take her home
But my parents might be in
And I might make her moan.
Hey babe,
What do you say?
About it.
And wait for me ’till I finish my shift
And we’ll go back to yours
If you get my drift.
She’s making eyes
Looking over all the time
And I really don’t know why.
And I think she might be blind,
She left her contacts on the side
And now she’s giving me the eyes.
It was the perfect time
For a pickup line
And I don’t why
I can’t get it out
And you do this thing
Where you roll your hips
That makes me want to dance
What’s that all about?
SCRAPPED VERSIONS
Version 1
I am outside, in the freezing cold
Got a picture of you in my mind
And I don’t know whether to twist or fold
All I know is your waiting inside
Midnight, at the disco
surrounded by sluts that look nine
But they don’t catch my eye, there’s only one reason why
I was saving myself for someone nice
Hey there! Mrs. Alasdair
Do you think I could take you home, just this once.
And we talked about it
And we laughed about it
And we dreamed about it
And then you walked away
Later, on the dancefloor
We were grooving to Britney’s new song
And you said “I think it’s fucking wank!”
But I smiled and said you were wrong.
Hey there! Mrs. Alasdair
Do you think I could take you home, just this once.
And I know that it’s wrong,
‘Cos you’re my BFF’s mum.
But I’ve waited for you for so long.
It was the perfect time, for a pickup line
But that’s the best that I could do.
I don’t like, all those teenage girls
That get with other girls, to pull guys
And I don’t care, if your husbands there
Cos well, I saw him kiss a girl with blonde hair.
Chorus Version 2
Tell me, Mr. Barker
Men are all the same? It’s such a shame.
It’s the same process every Saturday night
They’ll try so hard to get my number and name
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