Sunday, March 1, 2009

A Little Spoon on a Sunday

Some days are a mystery, they don't present themselves readily. There is no rhyme or reason. Other days begin with a song in your head, a line that follows another, and the day tumbles open. Of course, this only makes sense if you think the art of living is finding the right soundtrack, which is pretty close to my view. Music provides enough depth and texture to say what needs to be said and a few things that can't be said in ordinary discourse. It bears mystery, and with a bass beat.

So, today the song was given to me, and a few others fell close on its heels. It's going to be a good day.

The Delicate Place--Spoon. I love this song. It gets at the terror of knowing yourself through another--a wonderful thing in the right hands. It's the delicate place. Amazing beat.

House of Cards--Radiohead. Atmospheric. Haunting. But you could dance to it. Well, if you could dance.

Weight of the World--Black Rebel Motorcycle Club. "It's the weight of the world, I know, as I struggle to be...whole. It's the weight of the world, I know, as you were mine, and we will find..." A really intriguing band with lots of lyrical and musical range.

She Said, She Said--Black Keys. OK, you get the idea. It's a little bit of a darker day, but not without optimism. So, a Beatles cover with plenty of distortion. Again, if you could dance...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Your musical depth is intriguing, insightful, and inspiring . . .

Mark Love said...

The three i's of musical depth! Yes!

nlove said...

Once I heard someone say something like "breaking out in song is not an ordinary occurence in daily life" - I'm going to ponder that - but it does seem to happen often in my experience. It seems you were full of songs breaking out on Sunday

Just sayin' - thanks for sharing <3

Mark Love said...

to be clear, breaking out in song does and should happen regularly in life. just not as a substitute for conversation. like you shouldn't sing thank you to your grocery clerk, or build coreography into checking out a library book, or sing to the other gang before a rumble.

just saying.