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Part of the surprising things that have served to break the casts I put on my ability to feel have been particular bits of music.

This song, which I hate but needed, because it addresses death love and promises and longing, by a group with the over-done name "Death Cab for Cutie", "I will follow you into the dark" ... They render an otherwise overwhelming song intolerably banal in the second stanza, with some whining self-pity about nasty nuns with rulers in the middle, as if to explain the self-righteous rejection of faith, but the open and close of the song are the really true bits, and what still hurts, when I have the built-up pain of not consciously remembering festered in the back of my mind, and this song lances that abcess. This song is so damned manipulative that it infuriates me, yet the beginning and end still yank out the sutures.


Then there's this odd little piece... very much a standard sorta-blues sorta-rock-ballad song recast into hip-hop style, a song about the standard ... a guy trying to lure his girl to go off for some private time, a classic theme ... but it's hilarious in the context of the video that it goes so well with. OutKast is not quite so thuggish as many hip-hop pairs, and they seem to have some very solid musicianship. And the video.

This made me very happy.

Then one Matt Weddle of Obadiah Parker did a cover, acoustic guitar and a raw-throated angel voice... and that ordinary but fun hip-hop piece turned into something haunting that gets into the inside of my heart and howls in a strange and alien language.

And none of this really has a direct SEMANTIC connection to what I really feel, and the syntax is perhaps a bit unsual, but the language in which it is spoken manages to touch those feelings through the numbness and fatigue and like keys, unlock them. I suppose, which is why it's so powerful - it breaks past the ordinary barriers.

Are you fond of old "Queen" songs? Miss the voice of Freddy Mercury?

Well, his vocal reincarnation "Mika" has a song on the charts, "Grace Kelly" ... There's the highly polished video, and an 'unplugged' version done live.


Then there's one last thing... Weird Al Yankovic proved that an accordion was a valid instrument for rock music.

This man proves that it is a valid instrument, period.


Oh yeah... if you want to know about my icon... it came from here.

So. Music.


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Mar. 24th, 2007 12:45 pm (UTC)
That particular accordian was interesting to see, as it didn't have the piano-keys on one side. Both sides of the accordian were fitted with registers of individual buttons, which would appear to allow for more complexities.

On a separate note... if I ever do start writing non-instrumental music, I'm not running the lyrics by you. You'd tear them to pieces!
Mar. 24th, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
I'm very critical of the message buried in the lyrics. This is because I was a child of the sixties, and the works of Bob Dylan, Paul Simon, the Mamas and the Papas, Johnny Cash, the summer of love (before the failure of resolve) that was powered by music and created by lyrics... that's what I hold as a standard.

This is why I loathe Alanis ... not only is her content banal and whiny and negative, but she uses words wrongly. And she couldn't construct lyrics that fit to a melody to save her life.
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