Archive for the ‘Music’ Category

“It’s not easy being green.”

January 15, 2018

“The truly creative mind in any field is no more than this: A human creature born abnormally, inhumanly sensitive. To him, a touch is a blow, a sound is a noise, a misfortune is a tragedy, a joy is an ecstasy, a friend is a lover, a lover is a god, and failure is death. Add to this cruelly delicate organism the overpowering necessity to create, create, create—so that without the creating of music or poetry or books or buildings or something of meaning, his very breath is cut off from him. He must create, must pour out creation. By some strange, unknown, inward urgency he is not really alive unless he is creating.”

~ Pearl S. Buck

Sing Sing

May 15, 2016

“Most people die with their music still locked up inside them.”

~Benjamin Disraeli

RIP Prince

April 21, 2016

“And if the elevator tries to bring you down, go crazy. Punch a higher floor.”

“Some people feel the rain. Others just get wet.”

December 6, 2015


The Parting Glass

February 28, 2014

Of all the money that e’er I had
I’ve spent it in good company
And all the harm that e’er I’ve done
Alas it was to none but me
And all I’ve done for want of wit
To memory now I can’t recall
So fill to me the parting glass
Good night and joy be with you all.

~from “The Parting Glass”
a traditional folk song from Ireland and Scotland
(Ed Sheeran sings an exquisite version)

“You’ve got a face with a view.”

November 22, 2013

It is a rare song that can be covered highly successfully in dramatically different ways.  “This Must Be The Place (Naive Melody)” by Talking Heads is such a tune.  The original is great.  Also great is the mellow, acoustic version by Shawn Colvin with her haunting vocals.  Thirdly and equally great is the hip, dynamic version by Miles Fisher, which is even better when seen with his video parody of the film American Psycho.

So here you have them….

Talking Heads

Shawn Colvin

Miles Fisher

“Up, please”

October 26, 2013

So when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills
You know the one:
“Dr. Everything Will Be Alright”
Instead of asking him how much of your time is left
Ask him how much of your mind, baby
‘Cause in this life
Things are much harder than in the afterworld
In this life
You’re on your own

And if the elevator tries to bring you down
Go crazy
Punch a higher floor

~Prince, Let’s Go Crazy

Love is a Metaphor: Doll on a Music Box

August 27, 2013

I recently re-watched the old children’s movie, Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968).  Though it is, as I’ve said, primarily a movie for children (my little niece liked it), there is one wonderful, beautifully rich scene that is haunting me.  I’ve embedded it below.  There are many details and metaphors here that run deeper than the surface of the scene (which itself is fun).  I have theories and thoughts (shocker), but rather than pronounce them, I’d thought I’d just ask the questions that prompted them.

  1. What keeps the dancer turning on her music box?  If she yearns so much for love, why not step off the box and go out into the world?
  2. Is she really yearning for love, or is love just a metaphor for life, for feeling alive?
  3. Why does the marionette stop and look at himself in the mirror, interrupting his song and his courtship of the dancer?
  4. Is it not sad and funny that she never responds to his entreaties, but that when he stops and gets lost in his own reflection, she gives him a shove?
  5. If she truly yearns for love, why at the end does she pull her hand away when he tries to kiss it?

What do you see,
You people gazing at me?
You see a doll on a music box that’s wound by a key
How can you tell?
I’m under a spell
I’m waiting for love’s first kiss
You cannot see
How much I long to be free
Turning around on this music box that’s wound by a key
While I’m
Turning around and around

Mr. Rogers’ “Garden of Your Mind”

June 17, 2013

“1.21 gigawatts!”

March 27, 2013

“I’m in a thunderstorm.
Staying out from under trees,
Never holding golf clubs,
Still seem to be getting struck by lightning.
Must be something in my veins,
My weathered veins.

~Barenaked Ladies, from Same Thing

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