Sometimes, no matter how hard you try, some things just simply aren't meant to be. Unless you're married, since after all it is "til death do you part". And forget about murder, we'll all know it was you who did it.
*the audience laughs*
A serious confession wrapped in sarcastic humour. They never hear the sadness in my voice because they never were really listening to me. That is why they laughed not at the joke, but because what I say puts them at risk and their laughter makes me fade away into the darkness.
To care for someone is to take your own life for you cannot exist as one and independently relate to another.One life destroys itself for the sake of another or both lives become one. Either way,one life is lost.
Yet, to say they do not give a damn about me is akin to my own self hatred. For it is I who does not give a damn about myself and therefore I see no separate being capable of doing otherwise.
I am you. For if one exist by the environment they depend upon then I cease to exist and you are to remain here alone and forsaken.
Alone. This is Hell. Alone. No love. No peace. No gentle embrace or kiss goodnight. Without his touch I slowly die. I cease to exist.
To sleep perchance to dream...and by dreams doth hope burst forth from the seams. For who can dream but not hope or to hope and yet not dream?
That seed, that insignificant mustard seed tossed violently about the wind, torn this way and that until it comes to its end. And yet the majestic Sycamore grows on the spot. From this fabled tree does love truly flourish.
A love, young and gentle. Enthralled with the smallest detail. And yet, as the dead of winter blows, it runs ice cold with fear and hunger. It becomes cracked and chiseled, gaping wounds of sorrow and yearning, roughly stitched by each attempt.
And with each tender stitch, each pass of the potters wheel. Why, something magical is yet to be revealed!
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
Why Yes, I Do Enjoy Cover-Bands!
Now, I've come across many people -whilst listening to Westlife or Celtic Thunder on YouTube- who oppose the fact that either band covers some well know songs from time to time. Often, such people are fiercely loyal to the original that they heard. For example, Westlife's most recent single, "What About Now" is more commonly known for the Chris Daughtry version. Daughtry fans who stumbled upon the Westlife version get extremely upset and of course, say that Daughtry's original is a thousand times better, although I would beg to differ. Having listened to both versions, the Westlife version basically improved upon the Daughtry version, giving it that extra punch that it needed. By the way, "What About Now" was originally written by two former mates of Evanescence. I wonder what the Daughtry fans would think if they knew that, that the song wasn't actually written by Daughtry, after crying wolf over the Westlife version.
But see, that's the thing. A lot of music fans, are actually musician fans. It's not actually about the music, the essence of a single song and the universal affect it can have the world over. But that's my philosophy. I'm not necessarily about the musician, though even I have my preferences. I enjoy the magical effect that music has on me, and others, sometimes with the words and sometimes with the instrumental. Each song is different, each tells a story to anyone willing to listen. But I don't believe any story is unique to any one person or band. Just look at the people who listen to the music. All from different walks of life, from different circumstances. All of which can relate to the same song.
Yes, each and every person is special and unique and so too is the story they have to tell. But at the the same time, we are entwined in a web of universal experiences. For example, we were all taught to walk, we've all lost our baby teeth, we've all been rejected, been sad or happy, even scared. And although even these experiences are unique to each person, they still remain universal. So too is music. A musician, a poet, is inspired to write something unique only to them, a message they want to share with another. Sometimes it's a special cause such as war, other times it's an experience such as a break-up.
Music, I believe, is a universal language not unlike love or laughter. The Eagles wrote "Desperado" in 1973 and since then it has been covered perhaps 35 times, including by both Westlife and Celtic Thunder. I happen to quite enjoy the Eagles, and the original is simply awesome. However, I absolutely despise Westlife's cover of it, the only song I cannot stand to listen to them sing. That said, I literally fell in love with Celtic Thunder's Ryan Kelly and his awe-inspiring version. It's this version of Desperado that I love. Three different covers and yet the message remains unchanged. It's a message that perhaps would remain unknown if someone didn't like the Eagles, for example.
You see, with each cover of a great song, each new generation gets to hear an age old message with new ears, in a way that best appeals to them. The song will never die, impacting people spiritually, internally, and intellectually for eons to come. And for me that's simply beautiful!
But see, that's the thing. A lot of music fans, are actually musician fans. It's not actually about the music, the essence of a single song and the universal affect it can have the world over. But that's my philosophy. I'm not necessarily about the musician, though even I have my preferences. I enjoy the magical effect that music has on me, and others, sometimes with the words and sometimes with the instrumental. Each song is different, each tells a story to anyone willing to listen. But I don't believe any story is unique to any one person or band. Just look at the people who listen to the music. All from different walks of life, from different circumstances. All of which can relate to the same song.
Yes, each and every person is special and unique and so too is the story they have to tell. But at the the same time, we are entwined in a web of universal experiences. For example, we were all taught to walk, we've all lost our baby teeth, we've all been rejected, been sad or happy, even scared. And although even these experiences are unique to each person, they still remain universal. So too is music. A musician, a poet, is inspired to write something unique only to them, a message they want to share with another. Sometimes it's a special cause such as war, other times it's an experience such as a break-up.
Music, I believe, is a universal language not unlike love or laughter. The Eagles wrote "Desperado" in 1973 and since then it has been covered perhaps 35 times, including by both Westlife and Celtic Thunder. I happen to quite enjoy the Eagles, and the original is simply awesome. However, I absolutely despise Westlife's cover of it, the only song I cannot stand to listen to them sing. That said, I literally fell in love with Celtic Thunder's Ryan Kelly and his awe-inspiring version. It's this version of Desperado that I love. Three different covers and yet the message remains unchanged. It's a message that perhaps would remain unknown if someone didn't like the Eagles, for example.
You see, with each cover of a great song, each new generation gets to hear an age old message with new ears, in a way that best appeals to them. The song will never die, impacting people spiritually, internally, and intellectually for eons to come. And for me that's simply beautiful!
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