(I’m channeling Robert, can ya tell?)
I have a new friend. My brother introduced us (good job!). She’s not exactly pretty or intellegent, but she is stuck in the 80s. And that’s a good thing.
Say hello to the new old thing:
This, is Sidplay2. If you’re in Ubuntu you can just sudo apt-get install sidplay2. If you’re on Windows or some other kind of Linux you can download various binaries from the site.
Basically, it lets you rock out to c64 chip tunes in the ‘sid’ format.
Of course, you don’t have any of these lying around, do you?
That gives you an insane 36,081 chip-tunes to rock out to, all in 50mb or so. It’s astounding really, that pack has everything. And I mean everything:
No, really. Everything.
The music is mostly a mix of game tunes, psygoa and crazy shit, such as random pop songs and the like. It’s sorted relatively well so it’s pretty browseable, although I’ve just imported it all and randomly clicked around.
The app is a little confusing to use at first, and it kinda sucks that you have to use a different music player from what you’re used to, but still. Chiptunes!
The linux version seems to have more options than the Windows one, including metadata (like you saw in the Britney pic), ‘hotlists’ and other bits and pieces.
I’ve haven’t moved away completely from the other hotness but with this along with random internet radio it’s certainly being used less. If the tubes weren’t so slow at home I think I would have competely moved away from mp3s at this point.
Hear that Slingshot? Give me mah ADSL2!
Edit: it looks like Audacious supports playing .sid files natively. It’s a Linux audio player a bit like winamp, except not XMMS, which is a linux player that is a lot like winamp.



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I’m going to cut you.
Also I can’t be bothered figuring out how to do Markdown hyperlinks but have a look at this:
http://beatcrave.com/2009-03-03/music-that-makes-you-dumb/
The comments are entertaining, anyway.
Oh snap auto-hyperlinked!
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Your comments would normally hurt me.
Instead, the sweet chip-tunes playing in the background warm me with their comforting familiarity.
This offends me.
I refuse to believe listening to Counting Crows can be correlated with intelligence.