I liked how the subtler, background part of the beat evoked, for me, the sounds of the crowd, a few “It’s outta here!”s, and the sound of several screaming liners. I’ll save my “Let’s Go, Mets!” for another year (or decade).
I absolutely tried to subtly re-create in the background the kind of chanting, joyful sound you hear from crowds during the winter leagues in the Dominican and Puerto Rico. I think it’s the greatest, and I wish that it sounded like that at every game in MLB.
As a lifelong Oakland A's fan (I don't know what I'm going to do if they actually move to Las Vegas) I've been lucky to experience the thrill of seeing your team win it all and the heartbreak of coming up short, or not even making a showing, year after year after year. A tremendous piece of writing and music as always. I love the Graig Kreindler portrait of the somehow still underappreciated Roberto Clemente!
The 1929 to 31 Philadelphia A’s are my favorite non-Yankee baseball team of all time. And Clemente is always underrated as a baseball player AND a human being.
Those were some solid Athletics teams. They looked like you imagine a baseball team looking from that era as well. The only Yankees teams I can admit to loving are the late 70s teams with Reggie Jackson.
You are right about Clemente's importance as an incredible human being.
Great piece! I like the dissonance. And what you said about the melody overriding everything is interesting. You really can hear how the mood shifts when the melody is playing and when it stops.
That's right...the guitar/keyboard melodies are playing and things are all bouncy, then the bridge happens and they drop out and your thinking "was this weird stuff happening all this time?". Hah!
"Melody is the ultimate equalizer" -- yep. Fantastic stuff going on here, as usual.
Thank you sir, much appreciated!
“I would sit in front of the TV with the sound off and practice announcing games while recording myself. When I was nine.”
There’s nothing more energizing than the artistic enthusiasm of a nine year-old! I’m so glad you’re still connected to that layer of yourself.
It kind of feels like nine years old was last month, but alas...
The GOAT
Indeed.
I liked how the subtler, background part of the beat evoked, for me, the sounds of the crowd, a few “It’s outta here!”s, and the sound of several screaming liners. I’ll save my “Let’s Go, Mets!” for another year (or decade).
I absolutely tried to subtly re-create in the background the kind of chanting, joyful sound you hear from crowds during the winter leagues in the Dominican and Puerto Rico. I think it’s the greatest, and I wish that it sounded like that at every game in MLB.
As a lifelong Oakland A's fan (I don't know what I'm going to do if they actually move to Las Vegas) I've been lucky to experience the thrill of seeing your team win it all and the heartbreak of coming up short, or not even making a showing, year after year after year. A tremendous piece of writing and music as always. I love the Graig Kreindler portrait of the somehow still underappreciated Roberto Clemente!
The 1929 to 31 Philadelphia A’s are my favorite non-Yankee baseball team of all time. And Clemente is always underrated as a baseball player AND a human being.
Those were some solid Athletics teams. They looked like you imagine a baseball team looking from that era as well. The only Yankees teams I can admit to loving are the late 70s teams with Reggie Jackson.
You are right about Clemente's importance as an incredible human being.
Great piece! I like the dissonance. And what you said about the melody overriding everything is interesting. You really can hear how the mood shifts when the melody is playing and when it stops.
That's right...the guitar/keyboard melodies are playing and things are all bouncy, then the bridge happens and they drop out and your thinking "was this weird stuff happening all this time?". Hah!
Lucky you. 👊💥