Posts Tagged ‘DyingNote’

I got shot…and it’s all for good 🙂

A few weeks back when I was at the NH7 Weekender festival, I saw what I think is a great chance to bring together music and the art of giving. And so this little film.



You could call this a lazy piece but if you knew the amount of effort I’ve had to expend  against my recently acquired surly resistance of memory, you’ll turn a more kindly eye to this post. And all that for a rapidly hardening bunch of cells to yield but one captive. Still, well worth it I think. I really don’t have to write much about The Divine Comedy’s “Gin Soaked Boy” – the song says it all. Deep, silly, philosophical, quirky, whimsical – whatever you may make of it, it’s always lifted me. Of course, at times it’s taken six or seven listens straight for that moment of uplift, but it eventually works.

Actually, this is not a lazy piece at all, never mind all that blarney about failing memory. I had a lot of fun mucking around with the typo of the lyrics. The output is by no means a work of elegance – quite a hack really. But I enjoyed working on it.

Gin Soaked Boy 1
Gin Soaked Boy 2

That’s the first image that comes to my mind whenever I hear the term “trip-hop” – a warren of rabbits on acid. Of all the ridiculous musical genre names, this has got to be the silliest. It is also unfair to the music itself. With a name like that, you (at least I did) expect something perhaps trivial but what you hear is something deeply layered, sometimes brooding even disturbing, at other times ethereal and in my experience of it, very engaging. Of course, that opinion could be highly skewed because I’ve chosen to be extremely picky and very limited with music that has been associated with this genre. (more…)

This one has taken its own time coming. I had intended this for a couple of months back but something else kept catching my fancy. But then a podcast I heard on BDWPS catalysed my finally writing this piece. There was a bit on Black Sabbath (no, there is only one other, albeit trivial, relationship to this post) on that podcast, on how they had a few more layers to their sound that they’re generally given credit for. Musically and lyrically, it would be a terrible thing to compare Bruce Springsteen to Sabbath. You see, for a lot of people around me, Springsteen’s associated with big, hard rock ’n roll. Having heard the man for so many years and over a large number of songs, that image couldn’t be further from the truth. So that portion on Sabbath was the kick I needed to complete this post showcasing the Boss on slow-burn. And even in that, the man displays so many facets to his music and writing. (more…)

No, this is not a best of 2012 list. Such a claim would be quite a tall order 🙂 These are just a few of my favourite sings (sick, sick, sick) from the year gone by. Again, just a few. I had a fabulous start to the year spending time at an NGO up in the mountains. This post acts partly as musical closure to the year gone by. This list is hugely influenced by the fact that many of its entries are not seen together in a single place. And I think these albums should be heard. (more…)

And a song for every season.

They could well paraphrase this song to ‘Churn, Churn, Churn’ and make it the HR department’s anthem 

This one for the marketer peddling his wares

And for that mythical honest business

For the paranoid and the merely curious alike

If only Pontius Pilate had sung

And in this season of giving and forgiving

For the one on a diet (there’s a twisted mind at work here)

And one for that cow on the street

For those historically inclined (Rick, are you listening?), overheard during the French Revolution

With a liberal dose of liberty, the background score to Julius Caesar – Act 3: Scene 1, perhaps?

For my passengers when I drive  

When out runs the line
And the end is nigh

And this one that prompted this post

Wrote a song for everyone
And I could’t even talk to you

He opened doors. Dave Brubeck opened the doors to a hitherto mystical world of Jazz for people like me. He uncovered for me the riches of Miles Davis, John Coltrane, Art Blakey, Chick Corea, Weather Report, Robert Glasper, Vijay Iyer, Brad Mehldau…a whole area of beauty.

A tune that I heard countless times before I knew its name, ‘Take Five’ was, no it still is, the most recognisable jazz composition for me. It’s what got me started listening to jazz, a form of music that I had till then thought inaccessible. And through jazz I learnt to appreciate music that went beyond pop. My mind opened to possibilities beyond popular song structure. The man, his bands and his music helped lay the foundation for my musical education. And nothing and no one touches me the way music does.

He opened doors. He opened doors and now he has left the building. Today I wept.