Buddy the Cat’s quest for world domination has moved into the realm of music. Listen to the new single here!
NEW YORK — Buddy the Cat made history as the first feline to top the charts in multiple genres this week with the release of “Move Your Ass” by The Buddies.
Listen to it here, but before you do, make room to get funky. (“And use proper headphones or speakers please!” Buddy says. “Don’t do us dirty by playing it through a phone or a laptop. You’ll miss all the bassy goodness that makes it funky!”)
The incredibly funktacular nu-disco track pays homage to the talented feline, who played guitar, bass, keyboards and percussion, while his human assisted him with certain particulars that required an opposable thumb.
“Obviously I could have done this on my own,” Buddy says, “but I like my human to feel like he’s involved in things, you know? Camaraderie and all that. But for future documentaries, ‘Behind the Music’ episodes and other retrospectives, it should be clear I’m the musical genius and the talent. The brains and the brawn, so to speak. Also the beauty. Obviously.”
“Move Your Ass” hit the top of Japan’s pop charts after an early release on Jan. 20 in that country, while it’s dominated the dance music charts in Luxembourg, the Principality of Sealand, Monaco and France. After its Jan. 30 release in the US and UK, it was steadily climbing the charts on Spotify and terrestrial radio.
Asked about his musical influences, Buddy waxed poetic about the funk, disco, French house and nu-disco he grew up listening to.
“From my earliest days of kittenhood, I remember Big Buddy playing Earth, Wind and Fire, Kool and the Gang, McFadden and Whitehead, The Brothers Johnson, Daft Punk, the Galactik Knights and Televisor. I love Televisor! I would dance around and joyfully smack my human on the head, then go hide in his shoes.”
Buddy’s already hard at work on his next single, which he promises “will be just as delicious as this one.”
Cats have exceptional hearing abilities and can detect sounds in frequencies well beyond what the human ear is capable of hearing, but can they appreciate music?
The question of whether cats appreciate music is an interesting one, and we still don’t have definitive answers despite attempts to make music for our furry friends and study the way they respond to sound.
We’ve mentioned the ongoing efforts to make tunes for felines on this blog before, and previously experimented by playing composer David Teie‘s “Music for Cats“ for our brave volunteer, Buddy.
Excited by the possibility of music specifically designed for cats, and a study in the Journal of Feline Medicine and Surgery that found it had a calming effect on the species, we queued up a track and watched the Budster’s reaction:
“Using Buddy as my test subject, I went to Youtube, selected the track Cozmo’s Air from “Music for Cats” and sat back, expecting Bud to start nodding his furry head at any moment.
Instead his ears pricked up, did their radar-dish swivel toward the speakers, and his eyes went wide. As the song gained volume and intensity, Bud’s ears and whiskers snapped back and he let out a clearly anxious “yerrrrrrrrrrppp!” I tried to calm him down, to no avail, and a second track didn’t improve things.
He wasn’t having it.”
Over at Catster, Christopher Bays writes about his cat, Olga, and her relationship with music.
Olga “has listened to classic rock, jazz, blues, classical, heavy metal, punk (or new wave?), and accordion tunes from Hungary, and it all sounds the same to her,” Bays concludes.
“Spinning the megamix, bro.”/PITB
Noting that our tastes change as we age, Bays said he’s thankful Olga wasn’t around during his teenage punk and metal phase (ditto), and notes she’s not particularly interested in any sounds coming from electronic devices, with the exception of the roaring MGM lion. (Fun fact: The famous “lion’s roar” is actually a recording of a tiger played over footage of a lion yawning. The creators apparently felt lions don’t sound sufficiently badass enough.)
Bays points out our cats don’t exactly have control over what we play, and while that’s true, if you’re a genre-hopper like me, you’ve probably observed your furry friend’s reaction to various types of music.
Given the fact that the small amount of research done so far indicates cats do respond to tunes — and the existence of music-loving animals like Kiki and Snowball — I think felines probably are capable of enjoying the organized, rhythmic arrangements of sounds we call music.
I can’t say whether a favorite track can unleash a wave of emotion, nostalgia or energy the way it can for us humans, but I’ve played a lot of music around Bud and even played music for him on my guitar and keyboard.
He seems very comfortable with old jazz, soul and funk, he comfortably loafs when I’m in the mood for classic 90s hip hop, and he seems to tolerate the prog rock of Coheed and Cambria well enough. More recently he’s been on a 90s nostalgia trip with me: Blues Traveler, the Spin Doctors, Nirvana, Oasis, Better Than Ezra, Letters to Cleo, Ash, Weezer, Blur, The Roots.
And he seems especially chill in the sonic presence of synthwave, also called retrowave, an EDM-inflected genre that evokes nostalgia for an era that never really existed outside of 80s retrofuturism. It’s highly rhythmic, with steady 4/4 beats and vintage synthesizers cranking out arpeggios that rise and fall like waves, which may be a source of comfort to a species that likes things just the way they are without any big surprises.
Have you noticed your cats responding to music? What’s your kitty’s favorite genre or song? Is there anything they clearly don’t like?
The last few decades have revealed birds like crows and parrots possess astonishing intelligence. “Bird brain” might not be much of an insult after all.
Meet Kiki the cockatiel, a bird who loves Earth, Wind and Fire so much that he sings the band’s classic hit, September, regularly — whether he’s just chilling by himself, singing along to the recording or driving his human crazy by whistling the catchy hook at ungodly hours.
“Kiki, it’s seven in the morning!” she tells him in one clip, raising an admonishing finger. “Silence!”
I’ve always thought parrots are a fascinating example of animal cognition and further proof that we share our planet with billions of other minds who think and feel.
Humans and birds last shared a common ancestor more than 300 million years ago. That means between them there’s been more than 600 million years of divergent evolution resulting in radically different physiology, abilities and minds.
Yet parrots can speak while non-human primates (apes and monkeys) cannot!
For decades scientists thought apes and monkeys, by virtue of their relative similarity to humans, possessed an inmate affinity for language and that the physical limits of their vocal apparatus is what keeps them from speaking.
But a 2016 study by a team from Princeton University found monkeys do possess the vocal “hardware” to speak, meaning their mouths and throats are capable of making the sounds necessary for human language. It’s the lack of associated brain circuitry that prevents them from talking.
If the ability to speak and the ability to dance/appreciate music and rhythm is uniquely human among the primate order, and birds arrived at it at a different point in their evolutionary history, that means language and appreciation for music/rhythm developed separately along two divergent evolutionary lines!
That’s incredible and has intriguing implications for the cognitive abilities of animals.
A common argument is that birds with the ability to form human speech are simply mimicking sounds and don’t understand what they’re saying. That’s a natural assumption given what we think we know about non-human capacity for understanding language, but research suggests it’s wrong.
Take a look at this video of the famous late African grey parrot, Alex:
When Dr. Irene Pepperberg asks Alex how many blue blocks are present on a tray with a random assortment of blocks, balls and triangular toys in different colors, Alex can’t give a rote answer. First he has to understand that a question is a request for information and not part of the strange human ritual called small talk. He can’t simply count or guess at the number of blocks either.
Instead, Alex has to perform two calculations. He must tally the blue objects and count the number of them that are blocks, or he’s got to count the number of blocks and figure out how many of them are blue.
If he was simply repeating information in context — like saying “Hello!” when a person walks into a room — Alex wouldn’t be able to correctly answer the questions, and Pepperberg’s research funding would have dried up. Instead, Alex became a focal point of research that persisted for decades.
There’s no indication Alex could master syntax, which has proven elusive for even the smartest animals. But the African grey, who died in 2007 at 31 years old, was curious, asking questions that were unique and unexpected of an animal. He once asked his caretakers to describe his physical appearance, and the night before he died, he told Pepperberg: “You be good. I love you. See you tomorrow.”
We’ve talked about parrots before on PITB, including Snowball the dancing cockatiel who not only appreciates music and has a great sense of rhythm, but also has an entire repertoire of unique dance moves. Then there’s my personal favorite, Ruby the African grey, who has demonstrated mastery of absolutely vile, uniquely British insults.
Sure, there may not be much research value in hearing Ruby hurl verbal abuse at her very loving human, Nick Chapman, but few things have made me laugh as hard as that extraordinarily foul-mouthed bird. She has to be seen and heard to be believed. (But if you’ve got kids in the room, stick with the wholesome Snowball. He’s got serious moves.)
Scientists credit Snowball with choreographing his own dance routines, with dozens of individual dance moves and combinations, and moves that change depending on the song he’s rocking out to.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’m off to teach a certain feline a few Earth, Wind and Fire songs in the hope that he’ll give up on the screeching meows and use his natural falsetto for a more gentle wake-up experience.
Hey, hey, hey Ba-dee-ya, hey there my Big Buddy Ba-dee-ya, Little Buddy’s hungry! Ba-dee-ya, get your lazy ass up and feeeeeed me!
Fans of thrash metal, doom-napping and predatorial purring will love this year’s festival lineup.
Feline thrash metal legends Meowgadeath will hit the road this winter to support their new album, Obligate Carnivores, and cats are desperately trying to get their paws on tickets.
The quartet will headline Felifest, the annual heavy metal festival that features the gnarliest bands, the most radical shredding and the most extreme subgenres including zoomcore, doom-napping and predatorial purring.
Cat Sabbath and Deft Leopards are the sub-headliners and lead an all-star lineup that includes symphonic thrash rockers Claws of Death, pop-metal posers Puns and Poses, progressive Vikingcore standouts Ragnar and the Berserkers, and grunge-metal pioneers Purrvana. The latest rumors suggest littercore legends The Tony Danza Tap Dance Extravaganza will join the festival lineup as well, fueling significant interest.
The official tour poster with early 2024 dates shows Meowgadeath will kick off their shows in the northeast before heading south and west.
Meowgadeath has already enjoyed significant airplay from the new record, with the singles “Lounge to War” and “Overlords of the Apes” both reaching the Scratchboard top 10 in the US, Europe and Asia.
“Felifest 2024 promises to be the most righteous, most tubular, most hardcore gathering of up-to-eleven discordant noise since cat sex was invented,” wrote Modal Meow critic Mr. Snuggles Razorclaw. “Not since Fuzzy Fuzzbourne ate a live mouse on stage has the metal community been so excited.”
Meanwhile, Buddy likes his music on the more funktacular side of things and says he’s most excited to see Le Handsome Club play to a booty-shakin’ crowd in New York in support of their newest record, Cosmic Megafunk For Extraterrestrial Discos. Le Handsome Club will be preceded by a familiar opening act, the funktastic stylings of Purrliament Funkadelic. Prepare for the funk!
Buddy the Cat sings holiday and Christmas classics from a feline perspective.
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, I am going to destroy you! Oh Christmas tree, oh Big Buddy, I am going to annoy you! Got yummies in my bowl to taste, and ornaments and lights to break Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, I am going to destroy you!
Your branches point so high and straight Just begging for a swipe to take Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree I will annihilate you!
Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree, how lovely are your branches? Oh Christmas tree, oh Big Buddy, I am going to faceplant it! The Hallmarks will shatter and break, I’ll make disaster of this place Oh Christmas tree, oh Big Buddy, I am going to annoy you!
You sparkle like the morning dew Look mangled when I’m done with you Oh Christmas tree, oh Christmas tree What fun it is to wreck stuff!
Buddy’s Favorite Things
Temps in my bowlses and snacks in the kitchen Taunting the street cats and smacking some kittens Leaving the neighbor’s dog tied up in strings These are a few of my favorite things!
Bubble wrap, peanuts and UPS boxes 4 a.m. zooms when I scream like a rocket Waking my human with songs that I sing These are a few of my favorite things!
At nail clip time, things I dislike When I’m really mad I simply remember my favorite things And then I don’t feel so bad!
Calico booties and slices of Gouda Ambushing like I’ve been launched by bazooka No consequences ’cause I am the king These are a few of my favorite things!
Screeching in anguish at doors closed between us Shattering Wise Men and statues of Jesus I helped myself to the buffalo wings These are a few of my favorite things!
Meow at my bowl as if I’ve been forgotten Screeching in panic ’cause I see the bottom Gorging on kibble till I am puking These are a few of my favorite things!
When I’m told no, ’cause I broke those When my dad is mad I’ll get away with my favorite things Because I’m a real cute cat!
It’s Beginning To Look A Lot Like Christmas
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Everywhere I look Take a look at the Christmas tree, it’s been redesigned by me And the lights are broken!
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas Coal in every sock It’s beginning to look a bit like I’ve had too much catnip And now I’m dizzy!
A Santa Claws surprise and a Roomba for me to ride Is the wish of Buddy the Cat A box to take a nap and another to take a crap What do you think of that? And my human can hardly wait for vacation!
It’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas With every wrap I shred Now it’s nap time for me, underneath the Christmas tree Then I’ll demand treats!
Twelve Days of Christmas
On the first day of Christmas My human gave to me A can of delicious turkey
On the second day of Christmas My human gave to me Two window perches And a can of delicious turkey
On the third day of Christmas My human gave to me Three cozy boxes Two window perches And a can of delicious turkey
On the fourth day of Christmas My human gave to me Four kneading blankets Three cozy boxes Two window perches And a can of delicious turkey
On the fifth day of Christmas My human gave to me Five golden bowls Four kneading blankets Three cozy boxes Two window perches And a can of delicious turkey
On the sixth day of Christmas My human gave to me Six Chewy orders Five golden bowls Four kneading blankets Three cozy boxes Two window perches And a can of delicious turkey
On the seventh…zzzz… …zzzz…
Hey, Bud?
…zzz…turkeh…zzzz…
Bud!
…zzz…
Well, it looks like the catnip and tryptophan have done their thing and the little guy is asleep, dreaming of turkey and presents. Don’t worry, he’ll be singing these songs for five more days. Five more days?!?! Ugh…