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May. 3rd, 2007
Thoughts on recent music...
May. 3rd, 2007 10:15 amHmm, Phantom of the Opera just came up on shuffle, and though I love it, I remember why I don't listen to it very often. On the CD I have, each act is only one track, almost an hour long. I really have to be in a Broadway mood to listen to it in one sitting. I see the one they sell now has Act One broken up into 14 tracks.
I really haven't listened to any new musical theater in really long time. I see things I considered fairly new being put on by the local high school - that's how out of date I am. And most of the music I have is on LP, so it's not on my player. A bunch of people at work went to see Wicked a month or two ago, which I'd love to see, but I was too broke at the time. Loved the book.
Dammit, why don't I have Sweeny Todd on here? Anyone have any recommendations for me?
In other music, although I didn't get to see them in person, it was a thrill to see the webcast of Crowded House at Coachella Sunday night. Although the stupid Rage fans throwing water bottles needed a good smack upside the head. Idiots. I had hoped for a few more new songs, but I suppose as a band reunited, they have to refamiliarize everyone with the old stuff - which is still great to hear live. I kept wondering who stocky guy with the full beard and almost-afro was (I missed the intros, I guess), doing somersaults and throwing himself across the stage during one of the numbers. I've gotten way behind on Tongue in the Mail lately, but on catching up with at least the Coachella posts, I was a bit surprised to find out it was Liam, Neil's son. I guess I still had the skinny teenager from the Sessions at West 54th DVD stuck in my head. So good to see them - and Neil looked much better than he did in the interview I'd noticed on the website, where it appeared he'd just rolled out of bed; hair sticking every direction and looking distinctly jowly. Bad lighting mostly. Eh well, I'm getting them myself...Anyway, the kids listened with me, and Gareth even danced with me - he stood on the bed while I was on the floor. Although I think he was a little embarrassed. ;p
And now I feel like a bad Finn-fan, because I watched Damien Rice following them. I've heard of him on numerous occasions, and seen his album at Starbucks (sad, isn't it, that I buy so much of my music there?) but don't think I've ever really listened to him before. Enjoyed him quite a bit, such a sweet voice; if typical Irish tenors sing folk/rock, this would be it. Interesting to hear the F-word stuck in a few times in otherwise fairly mellow songs, although I was being distracted at the time, so I didn't get the exact context or lyrics. Also enjoyed the cello accompaniment. However, the song he left the stage with has been stuck in my brain ever since - poignantly hypnotic. It doesn't help that it fit perfectly something I was reading at the time. I made John listen to it and while he liked it, thinks it's too sad. Because I need to spread the torture around a little - hey, I can't be the only one suffering - I leave you with this video...
( The Blower's Daughter )
Edit: whoops, I must have miscopied the link - it's there now - or it should be...
I really haven't listened to any new musical theater in really long time. I see things I considered fairly new being put on by the local high school - that's how out of date I am. And most of the music I have is on LP, so it's not on my player. A bunch of people at work went to see Wicked a month or two ago, which I'd love to see, but I was too broke at the time. Loved the book.
Dammit, why don't I have Sweeny Todd on here? Anyone have any recommendations for me?
In other music, although I didn't get to see them in person, it was a thrill to see the webcast of Crowded House at Coachella Sunday night. Although the stupid Rage fans throwing water bottles needed a good smack upside the head. Idiots. I had hoped for a few more new songs, but I suppose as a band reunited, they have to refamiliarize everyone with the old stuff - which is still great to hear live. I kept wondering who stocky guy with the full beard and almost-afro was (I missed the intros, I guess), doing somersaults and throwing himself across the stage during one of the numbers. I've gotten way behind on Tongue in the Mail lately, but on catching up with at least the Coachella posts, I was a bit surprised to find out it was Liam, Neil's son. I guess I still had the skinny teenager from the Sessions at West 54th DVD stuck in my head. So good to see them - and Neil looked much better than he did in the interview I'd noticed on the website, where it appeared he'd just rolled out of bed; hair sticking every direction and looking distinctly jowly. Bad lighting mostly. Eh well, I'm getting them myself...Anyway, the kids listened with me, and Gareth even danced with me - he stood on the bed while I was on the floor. Although I think he was a little embarrassed. ;p
And now I feel like a bad Finn-fan, because I watched Damien Rice following them. I've heard of him on numerous occasions, and seen his album at Starbucks (sad, isn't it, that I buy so much of my music there?) but don't think I've ever really listened to him before. Enjoyed him quite a bit, such a sweet voice; if typical Irish tenors sing folk/rock, this would be it. Interesting to hear the F-word stuck in a few times in otherwise fairly mellow songs, although I was being distracted at the time, so I didn't get the exact context or lyrics. Also enjoyed the cello accompaniment. However, the song he left the stage with has been stuck in my brain ever since - poignantly hypnotic. It doesn't help that it fit perfectly something I was reading at the time. I made John listen to it and while he liked it, thinks it's too sad. Because I need to spread the torture around a little - hey, I can't be the only one suffering - I leave you with this video...
( The Blower's Daughter )
Edit: whoops, I must have miscopied the link - it's there now - or it should be...
Thoughts on recent music...
May. 3rd, 2007 10:15 amHmm, Phantom of the Opera just came up on shuffle, and though I love it, I remember why I don't listen to it very often. On the CD I have, each act is only one track, almost an hour long. I really have to be in a Broadway mood to listen to it in one sitting. I see the one they sell now has Act One broken up into 14 tracks.
I really haven't listened to any new musical theater in really long time. I see things I considered fairly new being put on by the local high school - that's how out of date I am. And most of the music I have is on LP, so it's not on my player. A bunch of people at work went to see Wicked a month or two ago, which I'd love to see, but I was too broke at the time. Loved the book.
Dammit, why don't I have Sweeny Todd on here? Anyone have any recommendations for me?
In other music, although I didn't get to see them in person, it was a thrill to see the webcast of Crowded House at Coachella Sunday night. Although the stupid Rage fans throwing water bottles needed a good smack upside the head. Idiots. I had hoped for a few more new songs, but I suppose as a band reunited, they have to refamiliarize everyone with the old stuff - which is still great to hear live. I kept wondering who stocky guy with the full beard and almost-afro was (I missed the intros, I guess), doing somersaults and throwing himself across the stage during one of the numbers. I've gotten way behind on Tongue in the Mail lately, but on catching up with at least the Coachella posts, I was a bit surprised to find out it was Liam, Neil's son. I guess I still had the skinny teenager from the Sessions at West 54th DVD stuck in my head. So good to see them - and Neil looked much better than he did in the interview I'd noticed on the website, where it appeared he'd just rolled out of bed; hair sticking every direction and looking distinctly jowly. Bad lighting mostly. Eh well, I'm getting them myself...Anyway, the kids listened with me, and Gareth even danced with me - he stood on the bed while I was on the floor. Although I think he was a little embarrassed. ;p
And now I feel like a bad Finn-fan, because I watched Damien Rice following them. I've heard of him on numerous occasions, and seen his album at Starbucks (sad, isn't it, that I buy so much of my music there?) but don't think I've ever really listened to him before. Enjoyed him quite a bit, such a sweet voice; if typical Irish tenors sing folk/rock, this would be it. Interesting to hear the F-word stuck in a few times in otherwise fairly mellow songs, although I was being distracted at the time, so I didn't get the exact context or lyrics. Also enjoyed the cello accompaniment. However, the song he left the stage with has been stuck in my brain ever since - poignantly hypnotic. It doesn't help that it fit perfectly something I was reading at the time. I made John listen to it and while he liked it, thinks it's too sad. Because I need to spread the torture around a little - hey, I can't be the only one suffering - I leave you with this video...
( The Blower's Daughter )
Edit: whoops, I must have miscopied the link - it's there now - or it should be...
I really haven't listened to any new musical theater in really long time. I see things I considered fairly new being put on by the local high school - that's how out of date I am. And most of the music I have is on LP, so it's not on my player. A bunch of people at work went to see Wicked a month or two ago, which I'd love to see, but I was too broke at the time. Loved the book.
Dammit, why don't I have Sweeny Todd on here? Anyone have any recommendations for me?
In other music, although I didn't get to see them in person, it was a thrill to see the webcast of Crowded House at Coachella Sunday night. Although the stupid Rage fans throwing water bottles needed a good smack upside the head. Idiots. I had hoped for a few more new songs, but I suppose as a band reunited, they have to refamiliarize everyone with the old stuff - which is still great to hear live. I kept wondering who stocky guy with the full beard and almost-afro was (I missed the intros, I guess), doing somersaults and throwing himself across the stage during one of the numbers. I've gotten way behind on Tongue in the Mail lately, but on catching up with at least the Coachella posts, I was a bit surprised to find out it was Liam, Neil's son. I guess I still had the skinny teenager from the Sessions at West 54th DVD stuck in my head. So good to see them - and Neil looked much better than he did in the interview I'd noticed on the website, where it appeared he'd just rolled out of bed; hair sticking every direction and looking distinctly jowly. Bad lighting mostly. Eh well, I'm getting them myself...Anyway, the kids listened with me, and Gareth even danced with me - he stood on the bed while I was on the floor. Although I think he was a little embarrassed. ;p
And now I feel like a bad Finn-fan, because I watched Damien Rice following them. I've heard of him on numerous occasions, and seen his album at Starbucks (sad, isn't it, that I buy so much of my music there?) but don't think I've ever really listened to him before. Enjoyed him quite a bit, such a sweet voice; if typical Irish tenors sing folk/rock, this would be it. Interesting to hear the F-word stuck in a few times in otherwise fairly mellow songs, although I was being distracted at the time, so I didn't get the exact context or lyrics. Also enjoyed the cello accompaniment. However, the song he left the stage with has been stuck in my brain ever since - poignantly hypnotic. It doesn't help that it fit perfectly something I was reading at the time. I made John listen to it and while he liked it, thinks it's too sad. Because I need to spread the torture around a little - hey, I can't be the only one suffering - I leave you with this video...
( The Blower's Daughter )
Edit: whoops, I must have miscopied the link - it's there now - or it should be...
Ch-ch-ch-Changes...
May. 3rd, 2007 10:27 am"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we have left behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." - Anatole France
Found, of all places, heading up a chapter of a fanfic. Fits, lately.
Ch-ch-ch-Changes...
May. 3rd, 2007 10:27 am"All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we have left behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another." - Anatole France
Found, of all places, heading up a chapter of a fanfic. Fits, lately.