*Fox has been trending on Twitter all day today, Clicky… /lights up… I dunno… /drags… Disney seem fair that you can be dismissed purely ‘cos of your skin colour… /plumes smoke…*
Last night, I had a dream. In the dream, there was some vaporous, quasi-hidden fucker hiding in the shadows whilst darting around telling me that I needed to select music(s) that were representative of various things. In one instance, I was tasked with selecting a song that would be representative of the overall vibe of the 1970s. In my dream, the song that I selected was an instrumental. More than that, this song wasn’t released until the late 1970s. Although there is no singing on this track, the vocalist for this particular group likely has one of the most unique, identifiable, and iconic singing voices in rock music. However, when I woke, I had nothing but questions. Made no sense to me at all upon waking that I had chosen this particular song in my dream to be representative of the 1970s that I personally know. Prolly lingering guilt over not choosing a Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers song on the “songs that break your heart” day.
Ironic that whilst pondering all this crap about love and death, I personally cannot escape…dreams. Pretty sure I never owned the album ‘Hemispheres‘, and also pretty sure that I would never consciously select this song as being an all-encompassing representative of my time spent in the 1970s. Moreover, after I woke this morning, did some reading on this song, and was shocked to discover that it is about…dreams. Nightmares, to be more specific. I can only wonder as to why my subconscious would select a song with no vocals to be representative of a time that contained all kinds of vocal expression.
Seeing as Cade has kicked us off with his dreams, I have to include Dolores O’Riordan and the Cranberries, and a song from one of my all time favourite movies…
*/blows smoke rings… Woodstock revivial? Interesting, Clicky… /flicks ash…*
Kinda weird that in a dream, there are many things that make sense within the context of the dream. However, once that dream has ended and you are awake, all of that clarity fades to confusion. You can almost feel it in your being that this dream and the things in it made sense whilst you were dreaming. But now that you are back in this realm and lucid, you can’t help but giggle a bit at the absurdity of it all. No fucking way any of that craziness made sense. And if it did? I’ll be goddamned if I can remember what it was that made it make sense. None of it makes sense anymore.
As Cade is still on the subject of dreams, I shall continue with another voice I love from an all time favourite movie of mine. This time Roy Orbison…
Dreamy. Dreamy, dreamy, dreamy. Some sounds are like a barrier between eternal peace and eternal war. Voices don’t exist here in the more traditional sense(s). They’re here, they just…operate a little differently. Almost like contempt and respect existing in the same space, and doing so without being hateful or spiteful, and even without being loving or adoring. I love you, and I hate you, and I do both of these at the same time, without really doing either. Almost like looking backwards. Or looking forwards. Looking anywhere and everywhere but here.
Harry Nilsson has appeared a couple of times already during this song challenge…
*Drink & Drugs! on Christmas Day… /final drag… And Sad! on Day 10… /stubs butt… I do love his voice, Clicky…*
… And wouldn’t you know it, he also has a song about dreams, one that plays over the opening credits of one of my all time favourite movies…
It’s not really unusual that certain things “make sense” within a certain context, but outside of that context…no, no sense made. Putting on a concert in the middle of a field prolly doesn’t make much sense. God almighty…that was over 50 years ago. Made no sense then, makes no sense now, and yet, people are still talking about it.
A: ??
What is “Woodstock” anyway? I’m not trying to plan the 100th anniversary or anything, but I do wonder what value this concert/event will have in the year 2069. Will it make sense. Yeah, the one from 1969…will it make sense in 2069, and if so, to whom, and under what auspices, pretenses, terms and conditions will it make sense? Will DMT be a staple of the water supplies of the future much like Fluoride is a staple of the water supplies of today, and everyone will be “tripping-balls” 24/7? Which, I think I’ve pretty much decided that Fluoride is added to water to keep the pipes and infrastructure clean, and it being added for the benefit of people’s teeth or other human health concerns is pure horseshit. ‘Cept for of course the fact that drinking water supplied via filthy pipes is indeed a health concern. There are some weird loops in life.
Does it make sense to you that I have had the requirements of today’s challenge on my mind the entire time that I’ve been writing, yet have primarily used songs with no vocals?
Welp, I have
Guess you’ll just have to read between the lines a bit. I hear all kinds of voices in the music that I’ve included. Some voices I like, some voices I love, some voices…not so much. Woulda been great to see this final song performed live at the time tho. Strange how voices speak to us, and when.
*I said penultimate, Clicky… /rolls eyes…*
*’Cos I felt like it… /lights up and smokes… I didn’t half feel shattered last night…*
*Yeah, I had to cook and iron. How come you never help me with any of that stuff, Clicky?*
As I best as my 33 & 1/3cc brain can deduce, today is (at a minimum) a combination of days 4, 9 and 10. This whole challenge thingie has wafted in and out of the tangible and intangible realms, and now it has gone and gotten downright personal. It now wants to know about tunes that may make me happy and/or sad, and it also wants to know how to conjure things in me that might be best left undisturbed. Moreover, it want’s to know how to achieve all of these things in a single swipe. Lastly, why is this particular challenge coming on Day 27?
I dunno if there is a significance of this particular challenge coming on Day 27. That said, I’m quite sure that I’m suspicious of anyone who wants to know what kinds of music breaks my heart. Especially coming on the heels of Day 26 which wanted to know about stuff that makes me want to fall in love.
I don’t know that my first song choice breaks my heart as such. It is about heartbreak – spending the first night of your honeymoon in separate rooms is as cruel fuck. Or not, as the case may be, but singing along loudly with the song is kinda cathartic. Try it… Free da pain!
Any paranoia I may have displayed in my previous block of text is…yeah, not really there. But it also kinda is. Kinda weird that someone out there in the world would want to know specific songs that break my heart. But, misery is said to love company, so maybe its a matter of maybe not feeling so alone. Knowing not only that your heart is broken, and what broke it, but why, as well as an assurance of “ME TOO!”, so that one does not feel so isolated and outcast. I mean, hell, the Ode To Joy movement from Beethoven’s 9th Symphony can break hearts, it just breaks hearts in a way that others can more readily identify with and will likely more openly admit. The tears in their eyes are usually a dead giveaway.
Digress
What got me off into “paranoid” types of thinking was a matter of this day’s requirements having less “overlap” and being more…pointy. That got me to thinking about all of the data collection methods used online anymore. I mean, you can’t go to a website that has a Numerology name calculator anymore. If you enter your name, the website is likely to keep it/store it, and use it in some way to make money. You do read a website’s “Privacy” page…right?
If you scroll down to the “How information of user collected” section, then read under “Online Forms”, you will notice that they say you can enter your name safely on any of their forms because they will not collect it. However…do you trust them? How would you know if they were collecting your information. More than that, what could you do about it. The English on that Privacy Policy ain’t that great which raises some legal questions, not to mention that the site owner is located in India. What does any of this have to do with music/songs that break my heart?
I dunno
My second song choice is about a whole life of heartbreak…
*Fucking ‘ell, Clicky… /flicks ash… You don’t see adventure playgrounds like that anymore…*
Have spent a lot of time over the past few years upending anecdotes and cliches. Such as…
“Can an infinitely powerful being create a weight so heavy, that even they cannot lift it?”
My answer was…
”Yes. But what about when they eventually can lift this weight?”
Today is not indicative of tomorrow, so what is the point of such a question other than to silence debate and/or dissent? Point being, I’m wondering here if there a difference between a song that has broken my heart, and a song that will break my heart. More than that, is there potentially a song that has broken my heart in the past, still breaks my heart now, and this song will always break my heart in the future. Do I build up a resistance. Do I grow calloused. Will the scars from where the cracks appeared eventually fade or will they always be there.
Can I potentially lift a weight tomorrow that I could not lift today?
*Ah, Bridget Jones. I love Bridget Jones. Who sang that song originally, Clicky?*
*Eric Cartman? That’s just stupid… /stubs butt…*
*Alright. Keep ya ‘air on…*
*/squints… Day 29 sounds like another crack at Day 12…*
*Nice, Clicky. Describes symptoms of falling in love pretty well…*
*Pretty sure Leggy’s choice has more with falling in lust, Clicky… /smirks… What did Poppy Sweet Pea choose?*
*He is a very lucky man, Clicky…*
*They both are…*
I guess I’m gonna have to go way way back here. My “love life” has been shit as of late.
Utter shite
I guess my love life has been shit anyway. No idea as to the protocols for keeping score on scoring, nor who is keeping score, nor why. I’m single, no prospects, I have no intention of having any prospects, so yeah…shit. I guess I’m just not “In The Mood For Love”. This means we’re going to have to go way way way WAY back to where I was a starry-eyed kid laying on the floor, listening to music, and dreaming of my dream gal.
Thoughtful Man and I just celebrated our 29th wedding anniversary at the weekend. I say celebrate; he reminded me, I congratulated us and he grumbled that he would serve less time for murder. Neither of us are of a particularly romantic bent…
*And it was Pops’ birthday… /lights up and smokes… Nearly the oldest in the house… /flicks ash… but not quite yet…*
This next one may not seem like a love song or a song that makes you want to love to many, but it is to me. This track is off of what is prolly my favorite AC/DC album. Before you dismiss that thought out of hand, AC/DC was “my band” as a kid, and I had all their albums. ALL of their albums. Imports, rarities, anything I could get my hands on, and I liked pretty much everything they did.
Anyway, I can recall relating to the song mainly because even from a very young age, my personal path seemed as tho it was gonna be a rocky one. I’m quite plain, average in just about every category, sickly, not that smart, not really good at anything, so chicks weren’t exactly throwing themselves at me. Figure it prolly best that I treat anyone who is interested in me as best I can. Tragic that I’ll prolly be no good at that either. But, I can try.
/shrug
Never know when you are going to bump into someone that is also looking for somebody to shove.
BLOOPS! I mean, somebody to love, not shove.
Lyrics are here for anyone who wants to sing along.
Falling in love is easy; I do it all the time. The night the boys came home from the hospital, after their birth was very fraught indeed. The late summer night was hot and sultry, which made them cry. The nappies we’d got were way too big, so every time they peed, they got wet, then cried. They cried a lot. Thoughtful Man and I were snipping and sniping at each other in our rising panic, which made them cry. Just what the holy, motherfucking hell had we done!?
Just before dawn, Thoughtful Man decided to try music. He chose a song, scooped a wailing bundle in each arm and hit ‘play’ on the CD player with his big toe. He rocked back and forth, singing softly. The twins stopped crying and I fell in love again…
This 30 Day Challenge thing is getting personal. Not sure how smart it is of me to open up too much. Might be sneaky fuckers out there trying to find out what turns me on, all so they can get in my pants.
ROFL
Um, where was I? OH YEAH! FANTASY LAND!!! Digress.
Love is weird. I’m not sure if Love is a thing made up of many things, or many things made up of some single thing. Maybe its both of those. Either of those? No idea. I do know that Love is one of the best timekeepers that I’ve ever found. When all other time and times are fuzzy and unclear, Love is quite distinct, whether it be present or not. When Love is there, you know it. When Love isn’t there, you know it. When Love’s companion Hate is there, you know it. Etc.. Which, I personally think that Hate is just Love through a different filter.
I kinda see Love as a light inside of an old-style cheese grater that is spinning. The source of the Love is quite pure, but it needs some filtering before it gets to us. It needs to be cut. The pure stuff is way too potent. Deadly. So yeah, the Love is inside the cheese grater, the grater is spinning, and the cheesy goodness type of Love that we humans can understand is being slung and spewed out all over the cosmos. ‘Cept more like a disco ball or disco lights kinda things. Maybe that’s why discos and nachos are so popular?
/me shrugs again
Love is weird.
I’m struggling to make up my mind for my third song choice…
*I dunno, Clicky… /stubs butt… And the other one…*
*I can’t choose…*
*Oh good thinking, Clicky…*
*The Pixies aren’t dead, Clicky… /furrows brow… Phew! You had me worried there…*
*Is it me, or is Leggy’s choice out of sync? …/lights up and smokes… Weird…*
*No, Poppy Sweet Pea’s choice plays okay…*
*Wait, no! Deadmau5 isn’t dead!*
*Oh… /flicks ash… Git!*
Prolly a safe bet that whoever wrote this…
is dead
So let’s start there.
OK, so, we’ve got us some music. But in order to modernize and lay the groundwork for the commercial music and entertainment industries to come, we’re going to need some lyrics. I guess whomever wrote this shiz is also likely to be…
dead
We’ve figured out how to make music, we’ve figured out how to write some accompanying vocals, so let’s get them together, and we’ll let Israel bring it all home for us. Unfortunately, this Israel dude you are about to hear singing and playing the ukulele…
is dead
I only found out last year the fantastic guitar solo on ‘Let’s Dance’ was played by Stevie Ray Vaughan (deceased). Here he is playing ‘Voodoo Chile’ by – also deceased – Jimi Hendrix…
*Oh boy, Clicky… /stubs butt… do you have a lot to learn…*
*That’s full of stars, Clicky… /lights up and smokes…
*/squints… Interesting…*
*Yeah, I guess a theme tune does start an episode, Clicky… /blows smoke rings… That one’s perfect… /thinks… A Sandy Pearlman and a Schwimmer? Weird…*
Songs that move me…forward. Fuck! I’m not trying to make this more complex than it needs to be, but what if I’m standing facing a corner? Forward is the last place I wanna go, and moving backwards may be the only way to move forward. What if a meteor is about to hit me? Moving left or right may be…forward. I’m just curious as to the qualifier in today’s challenge with respect to movement. This is some Willy Wonka “gotta go forward to get back” levels of mind-fuckery we got going on right here. Fuck it, let’s start off with my second song first, and go with ‘It Moves Me’ by Neal Rosengarden. This is a great song with some awesome guitar picking, some excellent percussive elements, and some damn uplifting lyrics being delivered by some great vocals. Only problem is, I have not a clue how to find this song other than by this clip below from the movie ‘Gizmo!‘. Which, if you haven’t seen it, it is WELL worth a viddy.
A: !¿WTF?!
First I couldn’t like WordPress comments, now I can’t even get to my own blog. Kinda difficult to move forward when you can’t get access to the tools that are going to propel you in that direction. Sorry Roob, but we’re gonna have to go backwards for the time being in order to proceed.
My first serious boyfriend was a chap called Paul. We met at a pub called Bloomers near the entrance to the Rotherhithe Tunnel in Bermondsey, on Halloween 1985. I was dressed as a nun, he was dressed as a vicar; it was meant be 😉 I still have the mixed tape he later made for me with music from that night, and this song kicks it off…
This next song is actually my third pick btw. I have a song buzzing around in my head regarding movement, but I went to pee earlier and forgot what song it was I meant to look up when I got back to my computer. Anyway, since I have no idea what “forward” means in this current day’s context, let’s muddy the waters even more, and we’ll do so using a magical invention devised for delivering sonic clarity in an otherwise busy and potentially muddy audio environment.
Regardless of direction, this next song not only gets you moving, but it slows you right down before getting you moving again. Genius!
First song of mine was actually ‘Move!‘ by Public Enemy, but I’m not gonna use it as my first pick. That song has propelled me for several decades now, and I appreciate that. However, this last one is another one of those songs that found its way onto my radar a few years back, and boy, did it ever appear just when I needed it to. This is another song that got me through a lot of long and lonely times. So yeah, moved me forward? Yep, this song did that. Helped to get me here anyway. I’m thankful for that. I haven’t a clue where I am, but glad to be here.
I have many promises to keep…
And miles to go before I sleep.
Miles to go before I sleep.
My third song is infused with four word motion…
*Yes that’s rolling on a river…/stubs butt… not exactly what I meant though, Clicky…*
I’m not trying to always get “the last” word…
honest I'm not
I just recalled my original first pick. I can’t recall the other song that I was thinking about, but this one, yes. Pretty sure this one is the first ever really difficult piece that my uncle who taught me the drums put on the turn table, and said to me “give this one a try”. Man, talk about a kid wearing greased ice skates trying to skate uphill…I was fucking overwhelmed. Over time, I got to where I could hang in for certain parts, but other than that, I had to improvise. All that was in my 13 year old head was “none of my friends play stuff like this! Who in the hell am I going to play music with? I wanna be a rock drummer!”
Looking back, taking the time to learn stuff like this could have potentially made me a much better drummer/percussionist. But, I didn’t. I stuck with AC/DC and Judas Priest and Saxon and the like, and concentrated on being a good time-keeper. Again, little did I know then that learning stuff like Billy Cobham could have helped immensely in that regard. But again, I didn’t. As to which direction this song moved me? No idea.
*I know! I thought we’d been doing that for these past 22 days…*
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