I don't normally listen to "popular" music. Well, that is not really true, I suppose, but the music I most likely am to listen to was first performed in the 80s. It has more to do with when I started listening to music and less about the quality of the music. I am a tragic compilation of my circumstances. And I find myself apologizing for it, only when I think about it. Luckily music is about much more than thought; it is about feelings and even hearing songs during significant events. Sure, we remember where we were when JFK was shot, but we also remember what was on the turntable when we first had sex.1
I heard a song by Gabriella Cilmi recently, and the sound is haunting. It reminded me of Cat Stevens. Not that she sounds like him, but the sound is unique, and so was his sound. More than that is that she reminded me how much fun it is to just listen to music. And in the hectic world of ours, just kicking back and listening to music can recharge the soul.
I also think it is interesting that the song that reminded me of this is called, "Sweet about Me," and the lyrics say that there is nothing sweet about her. Well, reminding me of the magic of music is oh, so sweet.
1Okay, I was not alive for the JFK assassination, but that seems to be the event people most remember. For me, it was perhaps the shuttle explosion. That event cracked the illusion that the world was safe and fair.
Wednesday, August 26, 2009
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Tim Buckley was the sound back in my yuss that I remember as being soulful. He was a member of the poet songwriter genre popular in the late 60's when you were either electric or accosutacal guitar driven. The small cafe joints in NYC where people would cram into 20 by 40 foot places to hear the peots of the world bang out their souls.
Sex, for me I was in a park along the banks of the Ohio River, not a turntable in sight, just the distant sound of the river tugs and barges plying up the river clearing the Muskingum River.
I love music. I listen to misic all the time :)
Nice song, i like the video, it was funny :)
I think most people's musical tastes are rooted in their teen years. But if you're in the mood for something new, I recommend BEER!!! by Psychostick.
I LOVE THIS SONG!! But I never knew who sang it. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!
I absolutely love music, almost all styles, eras, and artists. I obviously have favorites (classical guitar, Franz Liszt, English Invasion rock, David Bowie, etc) My brother calls me a musical schizophrenic 'cause my collection wanders all over the place. Currently I'm into bluegrass, I even bought a banjo.
As for music and sex? I didn't have any music playing during my first time, but Phil Collins "I can feel it coming in the air tonight" was playing when I was with my ex-GF for the last time. I think of her every time I hear it.
I love music and I really like this song. Maybe I will put it on my next list!
Nice song, though you and I have different definitions of "haunting." If anyone is interested in my def, check out "The Mummer's Dance" by Loreena McKinnet.
What you into Death Metal now?
There was no music on when I first had sex, since it was the charming culmination of a long walk in the woods. It was alfresco and bucolic and very nice.
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