Remember when you were a kid and you went to the family reunion and your favorite uncle you got to see only once a year said something really funny about your mum and you laughed so hard, Pepsi came out of your nose, and now all these years later, you’re grown up and you now realise that he wasn’t really all that funny after all? Well, this post has absolutely nothing to do with that topic. If this is what you were expecting to read about, you’ll have to go to Ellen‘s site. This is a music blog, though I’m not going to be spending a lot of time on music.
I just moved. It was in the same building but all the same, Mrs. A and I still had to pack stuff (Oh the stuff we have accumulated!) and unpack it in the new place. And here’s a fact that science hasn’t been able to explain. It doesn’t matter how much bigger your new place is, all the stuff you took out of the smaller place won’t fit into the spacious new spread. I’m not sure why. It must be along the same reasons that explain wire hangers mysteriously multiplying or day time TV.
However, we are settling in fairly quickly and smoothly.
(Oh look! A music reference!)
I know that most of you don’t really care what I’ve been up to. “Why are you wasting our precious time with this tedious story you jackass?” Well fine! Go read another article. Here’s a nice one about a 10 year old album that I only discovered now!
Why am I bothering? Well, sometimes you dip into a bit of a creative drought and can’t come up with the goods to impart some very average information in an exceedingly exciting way. So I’ve decided to waste your time with an under average story in a very tedious way.
I listen to music when we go to bed at night. We turn out the lights, I plug in the iPod and usually get through about 30 or so minutes, and it’s a wonderful way to review music that may be different (or not) and I get a great amount of enjoyment out of it.
I’ve made up some playlists that reflect the sort of music shows I used to listen to on the radio back in the day (at night) when the DJ was almost intelligent sounding, soft spoken and impeccable taste in music. I would just sink into my pillow and listen to Sonic Youth and Hank Williams in the same set. A show where the DJ would read a poem that a listener sent in and play segments of the soundtrack for Apocalypse Now! Where you’d hear a recorded phone message left by a listener along with a request for Dead Can Dance.
I believe that those days are truly gone from the radio airwaves. I don’t think anybody could get away with exercising that kind of freedom, playing a home made tape made by a friend, a Dead Kennedys request and a side long piece by Tangerine Dream. That Is Art! And hearing this all at night (with the lights out) makes it sound even more intense and special.
When you’re a teenager and even early, early 20s, things are felt a lot more intensely than you will feel for the same thing later on in life. You Know? First Time and all that? BUT we always try to recapture some of those feelings. We try to listen to our favorite stuff hoping to get the same rush from it that we did 25 years ago. And listening to my scientifically crafted iPod playlists and hearing them at night sort of creates a reasonable facsimile (monochrome) of the original event.
I’m also in a couple of casual bands. One really lame and the other, less lame. That’s fun, although it is very hard to get folks, who only like their music in 3′s and 4′s, to grasp stuff that is counted in 5′s and 7′s. So we wont be playing Tool or a fair bit of the Rush song book.
Here’s an excerpt from the ‘less lame‘ band’s most recent practice:
Huh! It’s funny because the really lame band gets A LOT more accomplished in a shorter period of time than the less lame band does, but doesn’t the less lame band sound more fun?
I used to like olives as a kid but now I don’t.
Well, that’s about it really. Told you!
Oh yeah, it’s turning out to be a busy year in dispatching musicians. The ones I can think of off the top of my head, Amy Winehouse,Whitney Huston, Davy Jones, Levon Helm and the guy from Men At Work. (so far)
It is well known that The Jimi Hendrix Experience is the first of the great ’60s rock groups to be extinct. Who will be the next? With Levon Helm gone, that leaves just Garth Hudson and Robbie Robertson as The Band. There’s Only two Beatles left. Frankly, I’m quite surprised at the number of Rolling Stones still left alive. Two Pink Floyds are gone (Barrett, Wright), leaving 3. Only two of The Who left. 3 Zeppelins left.
I gotta admit that I’m also surprised that ALL the original Black Sabbath are still here. We thought Ozzy was going to OD before he got his solo career going. And in ’81 or ’82, we all thought that Bill Ward was going to have a fatal heart attack. Which now brings to mind that Dio is gone.