YouTube Thursday: Neither Madness Nor Watercube, This Is, Apparently, Sparta

Well, here we are folks.  The last YTT before the start of the season.  We thought we'd take a look at our upcoming opponent, the Michigan State Spartans.  They are very similar to Cal in many ways, sort of the secondary team in the rivalry.  As Stanford gets much attention for historic success, so does Michigan.  And as we find ourselves consistently fearing failure, perhaps also so do MSUites.  I don't know, I've never met one. I'm sure they exist, somewhere.  Maybe.

But don't worry, Spartans, lest you think we are going to be mocking you and insulting your poor dental hygiene, let's make a peace offering in this form:


First, let's look at a few videos of Javon Ringer, their stud RB.

Here are some videos of their coach Mark Dantonio (not to be confused with Mike D'Antonio of Killswitch):


Some general videos:

Here are some videos of Brian Hoyer, their QB:


This is a hype video for MSU set to what sounds like a Carmina Burana knock off:

As a member of the modern youth, I am jaded, crave irony, and am emotionally empty.  Those sort of cheesy craftworks designed to tug at our heartstrings don't seem to work on us, instead leading to mockery and ridicule.  One of the few things that help me emote, however, is music.  Some songs create emotion, not because in a vaccuum they are powerful, but because of their repitition.  Take Fight For California, for instance.  Or whatever they call that fucking USC song.  Those songs create emotions of pride or disgust, because of overuse.  If I hadn't heard Fight infinity times over 4 years, it would be little more than some sort of Sousa sounding march.

However, there are some songs so perfectly constructed that, in a vaccuum, they create, control, and dispose of emotion.  A cover of the Beatles' classic "Hey Jude" by instrumentalist Yusef Lateef (off of the album "The Gentle Giant") is one such song.  A work of staggering genius, it undulates like a tribal spinning top.  Growing in both speed and dynamics, it crescendos to a powerful climax that as much gives as it takes away. 

Ultimately, you don't want to listen to music as much as you want to experience it.  I had this album for yeras and had listened to the song innumerable times, commenting merely on its odd introduction and confusing ending.  For some reason, it popped up on my iPod the other and grabbed me.  I cannot stop listening to it, it moves me in a way that few songs ever have.  I, of course, wanted to share it with you guys.

Really, as was to be expected, it's not on YouTube. *sigh*  You can listen to the first 30 seconds at the link above, but it offers little into the energetic explosion of repetitive rhythm that awaits.  So, instead, here is Yusef Lateef's version of "Love Song From Sparticus" on some sort of flute or perhaps oboe.  It is as far away from "Hey Jude" as you can be and still listen to Yusef Lateef.  But it is what I have to work with.  Enjoy.

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