{"id":171,"date":"2022-08-04T14:01:49","date_gmt":"2022-08-04T18:01:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/?post_type=chapter&p=171"},"modified":"2022-08-04T14:02:41","modified_gmt":"2022-08-04T18:02:41","slug":"ambiance","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/chapter\/ambiance\/","title":{"raw":"Ambiance","rendered":"Ambiance"},"content":{"raw":"Abstract: <\/strong>\u201cAmbiance\u201d was conceived with no particular direction in mind, written as a rhyming exercise and freestyle in Jake Maccallum\u2019s car. While the song initially began without clear intention, it soon developed into a complete project. \u201cAmbiance\u201d serves as evidence that meaning can be found in even the mundane, where the piece as a whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts. Audio for the song can be found by searching Jake MacCallum on all streaming platforms. Listen with headphones for the rounded experience.\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nPlease, please\r\n\r\nSome ambiance\r\n\r\nYes, turn down the lights\r\n\r\nPour Dom Perignon\r\n\r\nand drift through the night\r\n\r\nIf you can't take a joke\r\n\r\nI won't take a bite\r\n\r\nI wrote you a note which you should read twice\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nThe Budapest flight\r\n\r\nMy intent was to lay awake through the red eye\r\n\r\nBut a shake of red wine knocked me out for bedtime\r\n\r\nFalling down\r\n\r\nThe descent was the best high\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nSo I drive around the moon with dilated pupils\r\n\r\nTo strike a mood I shift my stick from drive to neutral\r\n\r\nI never knew that when you said you draw\r\n\r\nthat you were drawing doodles\r\n\r\nI\u2019d be lying if I said I didn\u2019t envy\r\n\r\neverything that you do\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nI\u2019d sooner die than say my mind is a computer\r\n\r\nSo when I vibe I am\r\n\r\nvibing with the voodoo\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nYes, the spiritual\r\n\r\nanimates my life\r\n\r\nYou better leave it to \u2018em\r\n\r\nto generate some light\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nBut not too, too bright\r\n\r\nI\u2019m a neutral cowboy\r\n\r\nAn angel in the flesh of an outlaw\r\n\r\nI pray forthrightly and strike in southpaw\r\n\r\nI\u2019m an angel in the flesh of an outlaw\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nDon\u2019t repress that light, my dishonourable child\r\n\r\nDon\u2019t forget about your wild side, as if the lion retired\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nYour mane is full\r\n\r\nYour anger\u2019s unchecked\r\n\r\nYour prey\u2019s survival is hanging on one misstep\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nNow, does that make you moral?\r\n\r\nOr afraid of being showered in scorn?\r\n\r\nThe work it takes to wash the dirt from your soul\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nYou feel the cowardice of a lamb\r\n\r\nBut no fear to be gripped by the vices of mortal man\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nBefore you meet the maker\r\n\r\nBefore you take one last breath\r\n\r\nRemember what your mom and dad said\r\n\r\nBe good.\r\n\r\nAnd at the same time, channel your badness\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nPlease, please\r\n\r\nSome ambiance\r\n\r\nYes, turn down the lights\r\n\r\nPour Dom Perignon\r\n\r\nand drift through the night\r\n\r\nIf you can't take a joke\r\n\r\nI won't take a bite\r\n\r\nI wrote you a note which you should read twice\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nAt the risk of sounding trite\r\n\r\nI\u2019m a neutral cowboy\r\n\r\nAn angel in the flesh of an outlaw\r\n\r\nI pray forthrightly and strike in southpaw\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nFind a love like Walter and Anita Baker\r\n\r\nAnd 17 years later be grateful for the breakup\r\n\r\nOr Alana and Mos Def\r\n\r\nThey both wept when Mos left\r\n\r\nThat do-si-do step\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nWhat are you waiting for you blackbird?\r\n\r\nGet on the dance floor\r\n\r\nHit \u2018em with the shimmy shaker\r\n\r\nBack and forth, pass the mic\r\n\r\nQuit sticking to the basics\r\n\r\nThis is what they came for\r\n\r\nA magnum opus in the making\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nIt\u2019s a matter of simple mathematics\r\n\r\nNot mental gymnastics\r\n\r\nYou're acting like an acrobat\r\n\r\nBut if I pulled out the mattress\r\n\r\nWould you still be doing backflips?\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nIt's about time I say what's on my chest\r\n\r\nAbout time I quit living life like a game of chess\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nIt\u2019s about a grand style\r\n\r\nNot clothing, but an attitude that carries you a million miles\r\n\r\nIt\u2019s about your silly smile\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nAnd the twinkle in the eye of a child.\r\n\r\nAnd thinking about a time you were really, really wild\r\n\r\n \r\n\r\nDancing under starlight\r\n\r\nAlive and raw\r\n\r\nAn angel in the flesh of an outlaw","rendered":"

Abstract: <\/strong>\u201cAmbiance\u201d was conceived with no particular direction in mind, written as a rhyming exercise and freestyle in Jake Maccallum\u2019s car. While the song initially began without clear intention, it soon developed into a complete project. \u201cAmbiance\u201d serves as evidence that meaning can be found in even the mundane, where the piece as a whole becomes greater than the sum of its parts. Audio for the song can be found by searching Jake MacCallum on all streaming platforms. Listen with headphones for the rounded experience.<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Please, please<\/p>\n

Some ambiance<\/p>\n

Yes, turn down the lights<\/p>\n

Pour Dom Perignon<\/p>\n

and drift through the night<\/p>\n

If you can’t take a joke<\/p>\n

I won’t take a bite<\/p>\n

I wrote you a note which you should read twice<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

The Budapest flight<\/p>\n

My intent was to lay awake through the red eye<\/p>\n

But a shake of red wine knocked me out for bedtime<\/p>\n

Falling down<\/p>\n

The descent was the best high<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

So I drive around the moon with dilated pupils<\/p>\n

To strike a mood I shift my stick from drive to neutral<\/p>\n

I never knew that when you said you draw<\/p>\n

that you were drawing doodles<\/p>\n

I\u2019d be lying if I said I didn\u2019t envy<\/p>\n

everything that you do<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

I\u2019d sooner die than say my mind is a computer<\/p>\n

So when I vibe I am<\/p>\n

vibing with the voodoo<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Yes, the spiritual<\/p>\n

animates my life<\/p>\n

You better leave it to \u2018em<\/p>\n

to generate some light<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

But not too, too bright<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a neutral cowboy<\/p>\n

An angel in the flesh of an outlaw<\/p>\n

I pray forthrightly and strike in southpaw<\/p>\n

I\u2019m an angel in the flesh of an outlaw<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Don\u2019t repress that light, my dishonourable child<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t forget about your wild side, as if the lion retired<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Your mane is full<\/p>\n

Your anger\u2019s unchecked<\/p>\n

Your prey\u2019s survival is hanging on one misstep<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Now, does that make you moral?<\/p>\n

Or afraid of being showered in scorn?<\/p>\n

The work it takes to wash the dirt from your soul<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

You feel the cowardice of a lamb<\/p>\n

But no fear to be gripped by the vices of mortal man<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Before you meet the maker<\/p>\n

Before you take one last breath<\/p>\n

Remember what your mom and dad said<\/p>\n

Be good.<\/p>\n

And at the same time, channel your badness<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Please, please<\/p>\n

Some ambiance<\/p>\n

Yes, turn down the lights<\/p>\n

Pour Dom Perignon<\/p>\n

and drift through the night<\/p>\n

If you can’t take a joke<\/p>\n

I won’t take a bite<\/p>\n

I wrote you a note which you should read twice<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

At the risk of sounding trite<\/p>\n

I\u2019m a neutral cowboy<\/p>\n

An angel in the flesh of an outlaw<\/p>\n

I pray forthrightly and strike in southpaw<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Find a love like Walter and Anita Baker<\/p>\n

And 17 years later be grateful for the breakup<\/p>\n

Or Alana and Mos Def<\/p>\n

They both wept when Mos left<\/p>\n

That do-si-do step<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

What are you waiting for you blackbird?<\/p>\n

Get on the dance floor<\/p>\n

Hit \u2018em with the shimmy shaker<\/p>\n

Back and forth, pass the mic<\/p>\n

Quit sticking to the basics<\/p>\n

This is what they came for<\/p>\n

A magnum opus in the making<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s a matter of simple mathematics<\/p>\n

Not mental gymnastics<\/p>\n

You’re acting like an acrobat<\/p>\n

But if I pulled out the mattress<\/p>\n

Would you still be doing backflips?<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It’s about time I say what’s on my chest<\/p>\n

About time I quit living life like a game of chess<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

It\u2019s about a grand style<\/p>\n

Not clothing, but an attitude that carries you a million miles<\/p>\n

It\u2019s about your silly smile<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

And the twinkle in the eye of a child.<\/p>\n

And thinking about a time you were really, really wild<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

Dancing under starlight<\/p>\n

Alive and raw<\/p>\n

An angel in the flesh of an outlaw<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":78,"menu_order":5,"template":"","meta":{"pb_show_title":"on","pb_short_title":"","pb_subtitle":"","pb_authors":["jake-maccallum"],"pb_section_license":""},"chapter-type":[],"contributor":[79],"license":[],"class_list":["post-171","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry","contributor-jake-maccallum"],"part":73,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/171","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/78"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/171\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":172,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/171\/revisions\/172"}],"part":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/parts\/73"}],"metadata":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapters\/171\/metadata\/"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=171"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"chapter-type","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/pressbooks\/v2\/chapter-type?post=171"},{"taxonomy":"contributor","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/contributor?post=171"},{"taxonomy":"license","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/pressbooks.library.upei.ca\/artsreview-xi\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/license?post=171"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}