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View Article  Back to the 80s
There are lots of albums that I have on vinyl but want to get on CD.  There are also lots of albums that I used to have but lost or wore out the cassette and want to get on CD.  That last list just got one album smaller:



This has been in my music queue at YourMusic.com for a while.  I recently got an alert that supplies were dwindling, and they might not have it anymore by the time my queue got to it, so I bumped it to the top.

This was one of my favorite albums in high school.  I think my sister actually bought the tape, but I listened to it more than she did, and it was in my possession when it finally gave up the ghost and I decided it was no longer listenable.

I grew up listening to country music, you know, since that's what my parents listened to.  But the hideous cowpop that country music devolved into back then just didn't do anything for me, and REO was one of what I think of as a "transition group" when I started listening to rock music.  Others among this list were Boston and Styx.

Not that I would ever want to go back to high school, but I do enjoy revisiting some of the music now and then.  Although this album came out in 1980, it was still immensely popular in my small town when I was a senior two years later.  Tomorrow is Friday, and I think I'll listen to this one really loud during the commute home after work tomorrow.

And although it wasn't a hit, and no one else remembers it, "I Wish You Were There" has always been, and still is, one of my favorite songs.

Next on the list of CDs to acquire because I lost or wore out the tape:  "Mott the Hoople's Greatest Hits."
View Article  The most recent surprise from my son
My son is six years old.

Yesterday on the way home the jazz station I always listened to advertised that they would be playing Louis Armstrong all day today.

"Woo hoo!" I said.  "Louis Armstrong, all day tomorrow!"

My daughter asked who that was.

My son said, "I know!  He's that guy that sings, "I see trees of green, red roses too..."  And he warbled out a few lines before he forgot the rest of the lyrics.

"How did you learn that?" I asked.  I was surprised.

"Internet," he said.

"Internet?"

"No, I'm just kidding.  I learned it in school."

"You learned about Louis Armstrong in school?"

"Yeah, in music class."

Maybe public schools aren't all bad.
View Article  Cool
I get CDs from yourmusic.com.  A couple of months ago, I didn't get one.  I'm sure it got delivered to the wrong place, or possibly one of the fine upstanding employees of the Postal Service just stole it.

Our local P.O. sends our mail to the wrong address frequently.  I know they do this, because we get the other guy's mail too.  Same street address, different street.  Once someone shipped me a big box full of reloaded ammo and they sent it to the wrong place.  Can you imagine that?  The guy who got it called me up and tried to get me to tell him what it was.  I just told him it was some books.  "Seems too heavy for that," he said.  Oh well.  I met him and picked it up, and never said what it was.  Not his business anyway.  But the Postal Service idiots actually delivered several hundred rounds of .45, .40, .38, and .357 ammo to the wrong place.  Stupid.

Anyway, back to the CD.  I sent them an email that I never received it.  Got an email today that it is being re-shipped.  No questions asked.  That's cool.

What was the missing music?  Queensryche.  Operation:  Mindcrime (remastered).
View Article  Grammy News
Among others, the Doors received a lifetime achievement award.

Meanwhile, José Feliciano still hasn't been awarded a lifetime "what the **** were you thinking" award for his 1968 version of "Light My Fire."
View Article  Saturday night music blogging
I tried to post this last night, because I was just in the mood, but Eponym was having some problems and I couldn't access anything.  Why?  Because it seems that Alan Parsons and Eric Woolfson have provided a soundtrack for much of my life, and this one has been running through my mind a lot lately.

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows approaching me
And to those I left behind
I wanted you to know
You've always shared my deepest thoughts
You follow where I go

And oh when I'm old and wise
Bitter words mean little to me
Autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they asked me if I knew you
I'd smile and say you were a friend of mine
And the sadness would be lifted from my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see
There are shadows surrounding me
And to those I leave behind
I want you all to know
You've always shared my darkest hours
I'll miss you when I go

And oh, when I'm old and wise
Heavy words that tossed and blew me
Like autumn winds will blow right through me
And someday in the mist of time
When they ask you if you knew me
Remember that you were a friend of mine
As the final curtain falls before my eyes
Oh when I'm old and wise

As far as my eyes can see...

(cue wistful alto sax solo)
View Article  Just a little song recommendation
I may have said it before, but I'll say it again.  Iona does a version of "When I Survey the Wondrous Cross" that is just awesome.  The words are traditional, but they've composed their own music.

It's on the album Journey Into the Morn from 1995.

Christian readers of this blog might want to check them out.  Especially if you're like me and can't stomach Jesus-pop, or contemporary Christian, or whatever it's called.
View Article  Colors of music
The previous two posts might make people think I'm in one of those moods tonight, but I'm not really.  Sometimes things just set me off.  Friday night is when I stay up later than usual, have a pipe or two and try to write something halfway interesting or entertaining.  I've been trying to think of something in this vein that's also Christmas-y, but I guess I just don't have any good Christmas stories.  So I'll write about something else.

I was well into my adulthood before I realized that not everyone sees music.  It was several more years after that before I learned that there's actually a word for it:  synesthesia.  A simple definition from Wikipedia is that it's a "neurological condition in which two or more bodily senses are coupled."  In my case, it happens with music.

Many moons ago, when I was in college, I went to a "seminar" on electronic music.  It really turned out to be a (fantastic, I'll readily admit) demonstration of the then state-of-the-art Yamaha synthesizer.  I think it was the DX-7.  During the demo, the guy running things said something like, "Let's just add a nice red organ patch in here."  Without even thinking about it, I said, "That's not red, that's green."  Everyone thought it was some kind of odd musician joke.

I read about one case in which the person saw not only colors, but geometric shapes.  It was so bad, he couldn't listen to music while driving because the visions became externalized hallucinations that interfered with his driving.  My case isn't nearly so bad.  To use the word "see" may be too simple.  It's more of a perception.  In my case, I see flowing bands, and sometimes spots or flashes, of textured colors.  Right at this minute, my computer is playing a piece called "Urchin" by a group called Texas Yellow, and behind my eyes I can see a swelling flow of dark greens, yellows, some dark almost-blacks, silvery percussion hits, and tinkly specks of bright tan guitar welling up and subsiding like smooth waves lapping at a seashore.  At least, that's the best that I can describe it.  Most of the time, I can't put it into words very well.

Certain music, like traditional jazz, has relatively sparse instrumentation, maybe only 3 or 4 or 5 instruments.  The colors are fairly simple and not disruptive.  But with certain songs, I find that I have to suppress my perception or I can kind of sink into it.  For example, I can't listen to Pink Floyd while driving.  All their layers of guitar and synth create a tapesty that's too beguiling to ignore.  That's just one example.

I think this may be one reason why I enjoy listening to electronic music so much.  The dense layers and multitudes of different, unnatural sounds they can create look completely different from acoustic instruments.  If I close my eyes, it can almost take me over.

I recently burned a CD to use as a stocking stuffer.  I listened to it on the drive home today to make sure it played okay.  I don't normally listen to Reba McEntire, but this was for a good cause.  Usually, vocals don't have very vivid colors, and her voice is about normal.  However, the backing vocals that were providing her harmony got me.  After a couple of minutes, I realized I had let it go too long and I was toodling down the highway at 50 mph in 70 mph zone.

Enya is another artist who creates such dense, textured layers of colors that I have a hard time suppressing it, so I don't listen to her when I'm driving, either.

My favorite jazz musician is Jimmy Smith.  He defined, and was probably the best (so far) jazz organist.  I like to listen to his CDs when driving home, but I almost have to ignore it, and I keep the volume fairly low.  Like I said before, organ is not red, but green--to me, anyway.  Every "synesthete" sees their own colors.  The lower notes are dark green almost turning into black, the higher notes are bright yellowish green, and the whole spectrum is shot through with strips of gold.  The rotating speaker used with the Hammond organ creates ripples that change the flow and texture of the colors.  Instruments which can play several notes simultaneously, like organ, piano, synth, or guitar or pretty much any stringed instrument, have a much more dramatic effect on me than monophonic instruments like winds--sax or trumpet, etc.

This post has been an unusual ramble, even for me, because it's hard to put into words.  So just consider it a "something weird about me" post, and let it go at that.
View Article  Just curious...
Does anyone else out there enjoy listening to Gregorian chants?  Or is it just me?
View Article  The newest audio acquisition


The only thing wrong with this album is that it doesn't include "Desperado Under the Eaves."

That's a calabash-shaped meerschaum, by the way.
View Article  More vacation music blogging
Doing not much of anything but listening to music, reading, catching up on several documentaries that I've taped, and generally slacking off.

Here is one of my favorite songs, by Julie Miller, set in the very wistful key of G minor.

All My Tears

When I go don't cry for me
In my fathers arms I'll be
The wounds this world left on my soul
Will all be healed and I'll be whole

Sun and moon will be replaced
With the light of Jesus' face
And I will not be ashamed
For my savior knows my name

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away

Gold and silver blind the eye
Temporary riches lie
Come and eat from heaven's store
Come and drink and thirst no more

So weep not for me my friend
When my time below does end
For my life belongs to him
Who will raise the dead again

It don't matter where you bury me
I'll be home and I'll be free
It don't matter where I lay
All my tears be washed away
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