Saturday, September 25, 2010

Of Course

Like everyone else of a certain age, place and mindscape, I grew up with the Beatles. In the long run you may see more of them here than any else. But maybe not.

The Beatles - Hey Bulldog

This is of course not the first of their songs I heard or loved, but it is one of my favorites and one some people seem to have missed

I Think This Was My First Favorite Song

I believe this may have been the first song that could have stood out as my favorite.

Herb Alpert & Tijuana Brass - Tijuana Taxi

It made me want to play the trumpet. I had piano lessons around the time of the first and second grade, but it didn't really stick. A bit later I remember going to the band teacher telling him I wanted to play trumpet thinking of this song. He asked me to hum America the Beautiful. I wasn't much of a singer and I didn't do it very well. He told me I had not musical ability and I could not be in the band.

Next time you have a dictionary handy look up bad teacher. I'm sure they have a picture of him.

Not At All Like Chewing Glass

Cyndi Lauper - Working Class Hero


Leonard Cohen

Jeff Buckely

Sad Kermit



Johnny Cash

Sad Kermit

I Love Everything

The Highwaymen - Highwayman


Thursday, September 23, 2010

Expect randomness.

I've come a long way since Telstar

I love this, among many other thing.

The tags will fill up with genres as I go. That's about the only rhyme or reason there may be.

Busi Mhlongo - We Baba Omncane

Busi, may she ever rest in blissful peace, was a once in eternity spirit.

Yehlisan'umoya ma-Afrika

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

More Atmosphere From Childhood.

The Music I Love

I love all type of music. From the simplest folk guitar to elaborate Indian symphonies. Of what draws me to a particular song or artists talent and skill are important, but there is a certain undefinable quality of hearing some piece of the performers self in what they do. For this reason I'm not a big opera fan. I can appreciate the story telling and the sheer talent of the performers, but there is an artifice and pretense in the style that often buries the human being.

As a consequence I am drawn to folk and popular music styles because there is often a strong sense of the individuals involved.

I grew up in the 1960s and '70s. The flowering of Rock as exemplified by the Beatles and the California Folk/Psychedelic explosion are viscerally music for me. I have long since broadened my tastes to include Indian music, African, Latin and all manner of Art music. About the only thing I avoid is popular commercial music. Most of what ends up on the radio in the US is abysmal.

Songs Like This Were Just In The Air

As a child music was like air, you didn't even notice you were swimming in it.

About Memories of Music

I love music. I always have. I tend to flood my FaceBook profile and LiveJournal pages with videos and GrooveShark links. I probably overdo it. This will be where I indulge my musical exhibitionism. If people like my tastes they'll find me.

One of the First Songs I Remember

Down at Jay and Ritchie's house, for Saturday morning cartoons. They had a HiFi and we played this song just about every week.

Lindley Armstrong "Spike" Jones (December 14, 1911 – May 1, 1965)